#you’re worth more than your achievements n shit

[ham1lton]

her silly rabbit.

pairing: lando norris x gymnast!reader.

faceclaim: simone biles.

warnings + summary: nothing. just lando being the most supportive wag ever. he gets down… he don’t play. irl mr biles needs to be acting like this. bare minimum fr.

author’s note: just realised this is barely about gymnastics. omg. but i hope this is a decent enough smau for you 😍❤️

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yourusername: just an average day for me. practice, the presidential medal of freedom and a late night dinner with my greatest prize 💕

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landonorris: I LOVE YOU 😍😘🤤❤️

-> yourusername: i love you too babe!!!

-> landonorris: OMG YOU NOTICED ME…. putting this in my bio. y/n noticed x163 😍🤤😘❤️

user2: Y/N I LOVE YOU!!!

landonorris: that’s my girlfriend guys 😍

-> danielricciardo: are you sure… be honest yourusername… is he paying you? blink twice if you’re being held hostage.

-> landonorris: you guys never let me have anything 😒😒

user1: lando is so in love with her it’s so cute!!

-> user5: need me a man like lando fr.

-> landonorris: too bad. i’m taken by the love of my life. so unfortunate for you.

-> user5: … throuple?

user3: you inspired me to pursue gymnastics!! and i’m attending college on a gymnastics scholarship thanks to you!! 💕

-> yourusername: omg!! i’m so proud of you!!! this is incredible news!! so excited to see you grow and learn more. it’s so worthwhile i promise. even the harder days are worth it. wishing you nothing but success and happiness!! 🫶🏾💕

user4: girl why is your bf a bum 😭 like your girlfriend gets the presidential medal of freedom and you buy her three wings and some fries 😭

-> user6: no cause literally 😭 and he’s a millionaire he’s got no excuse.

-> landonorris: did you read the caption 🤨 late night snack…. i took her out for a celebratory dinner at her favourite restaurant earlier in the night. don’t worry about me and what we do.

-> user7: lando don’t play when it comes to the cheapskate allegations 😭 he said shut that shit DOWN 😭😭

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landonorris: me omw to the love of my life, me with the love of my life and me when i have to leave the love of my life.

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charles_leclerc: you a grown man posting this btw…

-> landonorris: no i’m not. i just pretend to be one when it’s convenient for me.

yourusername: … i’m only leaving for three days?

-> landonorris: i shall spend every day waiting by the door for you.

-> user1: what about your job? 😭

-> landonorris: this is my job. full time boyfriend. part time gymnastics wag.

user2: he’s her biggest fan!! i love this for her.

-> landonorris: i’m more than that. i’m y/n’s right-hand arm man. i’m y/n’s everything. i’m her confidant. her best friend… her silly rabbit.

-> user3: oh brother … this guy STINKS 🗣️❌

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yourusername: another olympics down!! this achievement is so incredible!! i want to thank everyone who helped me to get this position. your support was invaluable.

also to my right-hand arm man. my everything. my confidant. my best friend… my silly rabbit? landonorris. this wouldn’t be possible without you. i love you. flower creds go to him 💕.

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landonorris: i’m so proud to be your boyfriend 💕

-> alex_albon: a normal lando comment under a y/n post? this is an unprecedented turn of events

-> user1: so weird not to see him frothing at the mouth under her posts….

-> landonorris: too busy spending time with my super successful and hot and sexy girlfriend in person. only true bad bitches can understand me.

user3: we love you!! so proud of you here in (your country’s name).

*liked by yourusername*

landonorris: last picture is me if having the best gf in the world was an olympic sport 😍😍😘😘🤤🤤💕💕🗣️🗣️

-> user2: how is your gf the literal gymnastics goat and you have no wins?

-> landonorris: STAY OUTTA GROWN FOLK BUSINESS!

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yourusername: if you had told the little girl in the first photo that one day she would be time’s person of the year, the most decorated olympic medalist and engaged to the love of her life, she wouldn’t have believed it.

check out my interview with TIME magazine out now! 💕

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user1: you look incredible!!! so beautiful!!!

user2: lando truly beat the cheapskate allegations with that massive rock on her finger.

-> user3: only the best from her silly rabbit.

*liked by landonorris*

user7: her going in to how much gymnastics helped saved her life is gonna make me cry. she’s so inspirational 🥺

-> user8: she’s truly the best person to have cover TIME magazine.

landonorris: brb buying a million of these magazines and plastering them all over my walls.

landonorris: MY FIANCÉE LOOKS SO GOOD IK Y’ALL JEALOUS 🤣🤣

-> user4: we are jealous!! spare another diamond ring for a poor suffering college student 🥹

-> user5: oh naw… he’s gonna become even worse now the baddest bitch is his fianc��e 😒

beyonce: you look beautiful. so proud to have seen you grow <3.

-> yourusername: 🥹💕💕

user8: SHE’S OFF THE MARKET??!!! NOO!!!

-> user9: just fell to my knees in the middle of walmart.

-> user10: i waited three and a half years… white man did it in one week….

landonorris: text me back btw… need to know which birkin you’d like 😍

-> user5: WE GET IT!!! YOU’RE RICH!! 😒🖕🏼

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[kunazz]

WEEK ONE: RYOMEN SUKUNA — [public blowjob]

tags: blowjobs, public setting, spit, choking, slight praise, degradation, hair pulling, lowercase is on purpose.

synopsis: sukuna decides he’s had enough of waiting and chooses to take what’s his, even if that meant he did it in the back of the cinema.

a/n: kicking off kinktober with a good start!! Let’s hope I make it through the rest of the weeks :] I HAVENT PROOF READ YET IM SO TIRED. Promise I’ll do it soon..

sukuna breathed steadily through his nose, his eyes shutting tightly as he sunk further down onto your cock, the glow of the cinema screen providing a dim light and helping him see what he was doing. it wasn’t busy, only a few people littering the chairs in the front and middle rows, and half probably weren’t even paying attention to the movie — whatever it was you had definitely forgotten by now, especially with the way sukuna was gagging around you, tongue sticking out to lick the base as he took your cock down his throat to the best of his ability.

“holy shit, kuna..you’re doing so good..” you groan softly, trying to keep your voice down because you were not about to get caught by a random old person who was genuinely enjoying this stupid hero movie.

was it even a hero movie?

at this point you were beginning to think there wasn’t an actual plot to whatever was being shown on the screen, and maybe, having a blow job in the back of the cinema would make this whole trip worth it — and could possibly salvage the last piece of excitement you and sukuna had.

your cock was thick, and heavy, sliding across sukuna’s tongue and trying to fit down his throat, stretching him around your cock until he was sputtering and jerking backwards, trying not to cough his lungs out and draw attention to the two of you. he sighed through his nose, eyebrows furrowed in determination as he trying to swallow all the saliva he could before your hand was pushing him back down, a loud wet gagging sound meeting your ears that was thankfully drowned out by the movies loud and dramatic sound effects, but you were grateful to hear it — sukuna’s struggle was always a pleasure, especially when he was usually so cocky.

“It’s like you’re made for this now..I trained you well” you mumble, hips jerking upwards just to make sukuna gag around you a little more, enjoying the way his body contorts before he pulls back just a little. you can remember when you and sukuna first attempted this, he wasn’t getting half of your cock in his mouth like he was now, his throat contracted way too much, and you can remember vividly the loud burping sound that came from him — almost puking all over you, and that’s when you decided to call it quits. sukuna had a bad habit of trying to do things all in one go, especially things he wasn’t good at, and that ended up with him either failing or trying and trying until he got it right. you’ve told him that it’s ok to get things wrong, but his response is always the same “i never get shit wrong, I can do it”.

but, his efforts to suck your cock did pay off, because now he was able to take you to the hilt, of course he gagged a lot, and his reflex was something that would take more time to work on, but the fact he can fit all of your cock in his mouth and down his throat was an achievement in itself — and you always made sure to praise him for it.

“good slut..you’re doing so well f’me..” you mutter, a soft gasp leaving you when sukuna’s hand comes up to play with your balls, tongue lapping at the base of your cock as the rest fits perfectly down his throat — he’s drooling so much now, and when he comes up for some breath, a large glob of saliva dribbles down your cock, soaking at the cushony seats you sat on; the cleaner was going to have a field day after this.

you sigh softly, petting sukuna’s head as your cock twitches when the cool air hits it, you’re close, so close you could almost cum just from looking at how wrecked sukuna was, but you had more self control than that, and you weren’t about to blow your load unless your cock was so far down sukuna’s throat he could almost feel you in his belly. “g’na make me cum baby?” you question, head cocking to the side as a playful smirk stretches onto your lips — the movie plays in the background, but it’s drowned out to the both of you when the slick sounds of sukuna jerking you off fill both your ears.

“wanna cum on my face or-”

“in your mouth” you’re quick to shut sukuna off, not wanting waste anymore time as the minutes of the movie we’re depleating, and and you’d rather have your pants on when the credits roll and the lights slowly turn back on. you can hear sukuna make a snide remark, commenting something about your desperation, but he takes your cock back into his mouth anyways. this time, it’s clear he’s determined, the way his cheeks hollow when he sucks back up is a distinct indicator of that, and your hips accidentally buck up into his mouth every time he does so.

“such a good whore f’me..gonna make me cum baby” you groan, mouth hanging open as you tug at sukuna’s hair, feeling the soft strands wrap around your fingers before you’re shoving his head back down, liking the way his body contorts and stiffens at the sudden action. “take it like a good boy yeah? use that mouth for what’s it’s made to do” your words are now turning sukuna’s ears red, and you take pride in embarrassing someone as egotistical and cold as him — it’s an achievement.

you use sukuna’s head as a fleshlight, pushing his head up and down your cock, enjoying the way his spit cascades down your shaft, making everything even more wet and messy. you can feel yourself getting closer, and your cock was throbbing, begging for release as you push sukuna’s head all the way down. “cum- fuck i’m cumming baby..” you groan, hips pushing up to make sure your cock was all the way down sukuna’s throat as you came, not wanting to waste a single drop of it.

it was an earth shattering orgasm, one of the best ones you’ve had in a while, and you’re not sure if it’s to do with the fact that sukuna’s finally gotten better or blow jobs, or if it’s to do with the fact you’re in public and you could have been caught at any moment — it’s probably the latter. but even so, you don’t care, not when sukuna’s cleaning off your cock, swallowing your cum with a grimace.

“tastes fuckin’ nasty, the fuck do you eat?” sukuna grumbles, he had half the mind to spit it out, but a part of him didn’t mind swallowing your cum down, it wasn’t as unpleasant as he made it out to be, this was just him trying to scrape at the last bit of dignity he had.

“most of the time it’s pizza or your ass” you reply, sarcasm lacing your tone as you pull your jeans back up — great, just in time for the credits of the movie, at least your timing was right. sukuna didn’t find any humour in your witty response and slapped your shoulder, his eyebrows furrowing as he looked at you.

“then no more pizza” he says, standing up to leave as everyone else did too.

“what about your ass?” you inquired, standing up with him as you raised an eyebrow.

“you know you can’t live without that.”

[slytherinshua]

SCOUPS WITH AN OLDEST CHILD S/O

genre. comfort. headcanons. warnings. this is honestly so messy, not rly sure how well it flows or how good it is so sry abt that. mention of burnout, academic stress, self doubt, etc. pairing. scoups x reader. wc. 548. request. requested by 🌱 anon a/n. even though i'm the youngest i kind of relate to a lot of these especially academic ones :( to everyone who feels this way not just oldest children, know that you're all doing amazing and i'm so proud of you just for being you, you don't have to be perfect all the time, and your achievements don't reflect how valuable you are as a person

as the oldest in Seventeen himself, Seungcheol would probably be all too used to the stress and pressure of setting an example and living up to people’s expectation

especially since he’s also the leader and has to represent Seventeen to the public, he deals with his own share of pressure

he hates that you have to feel that way too, but he would be the best person you could ever ask for to help with it

he knows that some days you just need extra kisses and cuddles and encouragement

he knows that even just him saying that he’s proud of you is enough

he doesn’t need to be over the top, he just needs to be there for you

he’ll especially try to do extra small things for you

“grades don’t define your self worth”

he’s repeated that so many times to you that now it’s constantly circling in your head

and it’s been so helpful for you to give yourself a little bit of grace

of course it doesn’t always work— some days are just shit and it feels like everyone in the world is disappointed in you and that no matter how hard you try, it’ll never be enough for them

sometimes it even feels like Seungcheol himself is also disappointed in you

when you tell him, he washes the thought away so quickly, it’s almost as if it was never there to begin with

he’s always proud of you, no matter how much you do in a day

instead of looking at your achievements— your grades and projects and work— he looks at your every day life

he’s proud of you when you wake up in the morning and shower

he’s proud when you eat 3 meals a day and actually get dressed enough to feel pretty

he’s proud when you do the things he knows are so hard but so necessary

Seungcheol is always so observant as well

he can tell immediately when you get uncomfortable around your family or friends

he knows when you feel like they’re judging you

and he’ll make up an excuse to take you home every time

even just an reassuring smile from across the room from him can allow you to breathe and relax

when it comes to studying when you absolutely cannot take breaks even if you want to, Seungcheol will make sure to be right by your side as much as he can

one thing he’s best at is being able to make you laugh even when you’re stressed

sometimes Seungcheol doesn’t think that he does that much to help

he’s sure that he could do so much more and he would in an instant if you needed it

but he already does so much more than any other person you’ve ever had in your life

the smiles, the laughter, the encouragement, the closeness, the comfort, the stability

he’s relentless at times when it comes to you taking care of yourself (depriving you of kisses is his best method for making you take care of yourself) but it’s exactly what you need and you couldn’t be more thankful to him for it

Seungcheol slowly but surely did everything that no one else had been able to do in the past: he made everything feel okay

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[americanwh0rerstory]

“i hope you had the time of your life” [Cherik AU]

first class!charles xavier x first class!erik lehnsherr

SONG: good riddence (time of your life) - green day [lyrics in pink]

SUMMARY: the beach divorce rewritten with more angst than ever

CONTENT WARNING: CHERIK ANGST, CHERIK ANGST, CHERIK ANGST. they’re also dating

MY AU: Erik intentionally hit charles. not to paralyse him but just as a betrayal. he loved charles, he truly did, but he didn’t want to spend his life forgiving and forgetting what humans have done to mutants

A/N: this idea came to me and i wanted to write some non smut, non x reader. i’ll soon resume my kinktober fics, but for now i need to slowly get back into the habit of writing

FIC BELOW THE CUT ^_^

“Erik-!” charles yelled through a cry of agony, falling face first into the sand. grains of the stuff began to fill his mouth, lingering on his tongue as he screamed into it. Erik, meanwhile, was looking away with guilt and horror. he didn’t mean to let his emotions get the best of him, but he just couldn’t listen to his lover preach about peace for the hundredth time

“charles” Erik sighs deeply, kneeling in the sand and holding the injured man in his arms. charles could do nothing but look up at him with teary eyes and a pained expression.

“charles listen to me-”

“no, Erik, i cant just listen. why did you do this? after everything we’ve done together, after all the shit we’ve gone through together, why?” Charles interrupted, speaking through gritted teeth to hold back the pained noises that threatened to escape his lips

“im sorry, charles, but i cant see your way. i cant just forgive humans when they’ve spent decades oppressing our kind for how we was born, you can’t expect me to forgive that can you?”

“no, i don’t expect you to forgive and forget. but if you’d just look beyond that and find a future where we can coexist. can’t you just look past it all and think about the future generations?”

Erik sighs, his jaw clenching as he weighed his options. he didn’t want to let humanity get away with their years of resentment to mutants, his own people, but he didn’t want to lose charles. his mind was conflicted until charles interrupted his thoughts

“was it worth it?” he asks, looking up at erik with a tear stained face “were WE worth anything?”

“it was worth all the while, you meant the world to me. i love you, but we can’t achieve our goals together. we want the same thing-”

“no my friend, we most certainly don’t want the same thing”

friend. “my friend.” Erik’s heart dropped, he had lost the one person who ever made him feel loved.

“you want to kill the human race, i want to coexist with them. we’re on opposite sides, erik” charles admitted regretfully

not knowing what to say, how to conclude, erik just gently set charles down on the sand. “i’m sorry, i’m sorry it came to this”

“you’re unpredictable. why did you change on me? i thought we finally came to an agreement”

“in the end, it’s right. maybe we do want different things, maybe we can’t achieve this together.” erik admitted as he began to walk away, leaving charles laying in the sand

“raven, let’s go” erik said firmly as he walked, mystique following behind him hesitantly

“erik! one more thing” charles calls out whilst hank carefully lifts him up out of the sand

“what?” erik asked weakly, turning to see his now ex for the last time. charles looked up at him, making eye contact from across the beach.

“i hope you have the time of your life”

[slumberingcorpse]

Monster

Simon “Ghost” Riley x John “Soap” McTavish

Summary: Soap gets jealous of a dog.

Warnings: Tooth-rotting fluff with a tiny bit of angst for taste

A/N: My first attempt at writing COD fanfic. I hope I don’t sound too much like a pleb. Enjoy.

Soap couldn’t ask for anything more. Graves and Hassan were buried six feet under probably comparing war crimes in hell. Alejandro and Rudy got their base back and were hard at work rebuilding it. His greatest achievement, however, was convincing 141 one and only Ghost to go out with him.

Sure he was drunk as hell when he asked him out. He was too terrified of the man to try to do it sober. If anything, Ghost saying yes sobered him up in an instant.

It has been eight months since then. Soap wishes he could say that their relationship was perfect from the beginning, but that would be a lie. It took a lot of work for both of them with all the baggage they carried. It was all worth it in the end though. It was shocking how perfect Ghost was as a boyfriend, especially in bed. Soap was more than surprised to find how much Simon liked to cuddle.

He should’ve known it wouldn’t last. Everything was just too perfect and now the universe had to ruin it.

Standing on the landing dock, Soap impatiently waits for the helicopter to land. Ghost has been gone for two weeks on a mission with Gaz trying to find any information on Markarov. Two weeks since the last time Ghost held him at night. He couldn’t help but get antsy.

Once the blades stop spinning, Gaz stepped out. Spotting Soap he stretches and walks over.

“Well, well, well, if it isn’t the welcoming party? Did you miss me?” Gaz teases walking over with a shit-eating grin.

“Almost as much as a rash,” Soap rolls his eyes before turning back towards the helicopter, “Where’s Ghost?”

It was Gaz’s turn to roll his eyes, “Relax, I didn’t get your boyfriend killed. He’s just making sure the little lady is comfortable.”

“Who?” Soap asks cocking up his eyebrow confused. Gaz only chuckled and patted his shoulder, “You’ll soon find out.”

Soon enough, Ghost jumps out of the helicopter holding tightly a small bundle close to his chest. In a millisecond hundred of things fired off in Soap’s mind.

What the hell is Ghost holding?

Is it a kid?

No, it’s too early to even bring up having a kid!

Does Ghost even want kids? They never got around to talking about it. How would it even work? Soap wasn’t planning on retiring anytime soon, but then again, if Ghost wanted to...maybe retiring early wouldn’t be such a bad idea.

“Johnny? Are you alright?” Ghost asks quickly snapping Soap out of thoughts.

“Yeah! Of course! How was the mission? What’s in the bundle?” He asks quickly.

Ghost shoots him a concerned glance before shrugging, “We didn’t find anything too useful, except for Riley.”

“Riley?”

Ghost nods and uncovers the bundle in his arms revealing nothing other than a shabby German shepherd pup curled up against his chest, “She kept following me around on the mission. I fed her some of my MREs and she stayed by my side ever since. Smart girl too, the bastards tried to seek up on us but she sniffed them out and warned us. She might not look like much now but after a bath, a trip to the base’s vet, and a couple of months in training I’m sure she’ll be a great military dog.”

“Wait, you’re planning on keeping it?” Soap asks looking down at the dirty dog in his boyfriend’s arm.

Ghost’s eyes darken under the mask as he tightens his grip around the pup, “Problem?”

“N-no. It’s just you know how Price gets with surprises. Does he know about our...newest member?” Soap lies forcing himself to smile.

Simon relaxes and nods, “I already told him once we completed the mission. He told me as long as I take care of all of her needs, she can stay.”

“Oh well, that’s good to hear. Well then, should we go inside? I managed to find a copy of that shitty movie I told you about before you left, we could-”

“Not today, Johnny, first I have to get Riley clean, go buy some dog supplies too. MREs are hardly edible for us, can’t imagine them being edible for a pup. We can watch it another time,” Ghost interrupts only to quickly leave with Riley.

Soap couldn’t believe it. A dog. Out of anything he could’ve brought back, he brought a bloody mutt. Suddenly, the half-a-dog joke Ghost made back at Las Almas echoed in his head. Never in his life could he guess that Ghost would end up as a dog person.

Soap always had a dislike for the mutts. Always covered in mud and slobber, barking non-stop in the middle of the night. Not to mention the number of times he had to run for his life to escape the creature’s jaws from ripping into his neck on the battlefield. Now he doesn’t even have a base to protect him from the little terrors.

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To say that Ghost was happy, was an understatement, he was fucking ecstatic. Is every waking moment was spent with Riley. From walks, feeding her, taking her to vet appointments, and some basic training, Ghost has never been happier.

“Riley, sit! Stay!” Ghost orders holding up a silent hand signal, grinning under his mask as the pup followed his orders perfectly.

“Atta girl,” he praises tossing her a treat before giving her another order.

“You know, if I have known that getting Ghost a dog would stop him from being a gloomy bastard all the time. I would’ve gotten him a dog years ago.” Price chuckles into his coffee mug as he watches Ghost’s training.

“Yeah, it’s a fucking miracle,” Soap grumbles sarcastically staring down at the dark sludge filling his own mug.

Price cocks his eyebrow in interest, “Trouble in paradise sergeant?”

“If you consider my boyfriend’s obsession with that mangy mutt trouble, then yes,” Soap vents glaring over at Riley as she gives Ghost her paw only to glare over at Price when he hears him start to laugh.

“Oh, Christ, you’re serious!? You’ve got to be taking the piss!” Price snickers unable to stifle his laughter.

“I am. I don’t know what Ghost sees in that...monster.”

“Johnny, you can’t possibly be jealous of a puppy.”

“What!? No! It’s not like that!” Soap argues feeling his cheeks start to warm.

“It sure sounds like you are. Ghost doesn’t give all his attention to you for a few days and now you’re throwing a fit, is that it?”

Soap huffs and stomps his feet like a child, “I’m not throwing a fit!”

“Johnny? Is everything okay?” Ghost asks causing Soap to tense up. He almost forgot how silent Ghost’s footsteps could be. Usually, when Ghost appears out of nowhere would end up in a surprise hug or kiss on the cheek but today it was different. Price had a cocky smirk on his face and that damned mutt was sweetly nestled in Ghost’s arms. It made his blood boil.

“Everything is perfect!” he shouts throwing his arms up in the air before turning his heel. Shooting another glare at Riley, he continues, “And stop popping up behind everyone like that! It’s annoying and creepy as hell!” he complains before storming off to his room.

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The next few days, Soap’s mood only worsened. It seemed like Ghost’s puppy obsession has spread over to Gaz who would not stop taking pictures of Riley in her small tactical jacket.

“I’m going to die! She’s so cute!” Gaz squeals as the pup happily wags her tail, adoring the attention. Ghost leans down and pets her head proudly, “In a few months Riley will be able to take down armies. Makarov and Shepherd won’t know what hit them.”

Soap couldn’t help but scoff, “Oh yeah, I’m sure a dog would do lots, up until it gets shot or blown up.”

Both soldiers turn their attention toward Soap. Gaz was fuming at his comment while Ghost just looked surprised that he said it.

“What the fuck is wrong with you? Why would you even say that?” Gaz finally shouts.

“What? Just saying. After all, what has two legs and bleeds? Eh, L.T.?” Soap brings up looking at Ghost for an answer.

Regret quickly fills his chest seeing Ghost’s silent stare. To anyone else, it would seem angry but Soap knew better. His stare showed nothing but fear and sadness.

Before he could open his mouth to apologize, Ghost was already gone followed quickly by the all-so-loyal, Riley while Gaz walks up to him.

“I don’t know what’s happening between you two but that was a dick move.” Gaz chastised crossing his arms over his chest.

Soap sighs and frowns, “I know...I know...I’m just...I’m jealous of the damn dog...”

“Seriously? That’s the problem?” Gaz scoffs.

“Yeah, yeah, laugh it up.” Soap sighs turning away in embarrassment.

“Oh no, I’m not laughing. I’m disappointed. During the whole mission, Ghost kept going on about being excited to show you, Riley. Ghost never talks. Not to me he doesn’t and yet he went on and on about you and Riley. And yet here you are being a selfish twat. Instead of talking to Ghost like a real man, you told him that his dog is going to die. I hope you’re proud,” Gaz huffs before walking away.

“Fuck,” Soap curses as he gets up. He messed up big time. Gaz was right. He didn’t even consider Ghost’s feelings. The thought of talking to him didn’t even cross his mind and now he made a whole mess of things.

Thinking over a way to apologize, Soap makes his way to Ghost’s room. He hesitates for a moment before knocking on the door, “Ghost? Can we talk?”

There was silence for a few seconds followed by shuffling and a click coming from the other side, “Door’s open. Come in.” Ghost calls out.

Taking a deep breath, Soap walks in. It hasn’t been a while since he was in Ghost’s room and yet so much has changed. Dog toys were scattered about, and a large dog bed was placed next to the right side of the bed with Riley peacefully sleeping, and then there were the dog bowls next to the bathroom door. In the center of the room was Ghost, no Simon, sitting silently on his bed avoiding Soap’s eyes.

He still had his gear on but his mask of off showing his grease-covered face. Even after so many months, it was a rarity to see Ghost’s face. Only in the most intimate situations did he decide to take it off and even then, Ghost still had trouble trusting Soap with touching his face. Johnny didn’t mind though, just staring at his gorgeous scared face was enough to make his heart flutter.

Maybe in a better situation, he would jump into his arms and start to kiss those full lips passionately, but for now, he had to focus.

“I umm...we have to talk...” Soap mutters anxiously unsure how to explain himself without sounding like a complete dolt.

“What was it?” Simon suddenly asks. His voice was deep and cold but his hands were trembling.

“W-what?” Soap asks confused glancing down at his boyfriend’s hands. He’s never seen Simon so stressed before. Even on missions, this couldn’t just be because of his stupid comment, could it?

Simon lets out a shaky breath and looks down at his feet, “What did I do for you to finally see me as a monster?” he asks. This time his voice was weak no higher than a whisper but it was loud enough for Soap’s heart to break.

“Simon, you aren’t making sense. What are you talking about?” Soap questions became more confused and worried as the conversation went on.

“I’m talking about you!” Simon snaps looking up at Soap with tearful eyes, “Ever since I came back from the mission you’ve been so distant. Every time I try to talk to you, you’re in a worse mood than before and every time you look at me all I can see is hate and disgust in your eyes...so what did I do, Johnny? P-please tell me,” he begs, dropping his head into his shaky hands.

Suddenly, all the pieces fell into place, and Soap never felt so stupid, “Christ...” he sighs causing Simon to tense.

“You didn’t do anything wrong. I was...I am jealous of the fucking dog.” Soap confesses. He didn't care how stupid he sounded. It was stupid.

Simon stays silent for a few moments before slowly looking back up at Soap with an unreadable look, “Excuse me?”

“Riley,” Soap sighs turning away in shame, “You’ve been spending so much time with her, so I got jealous...I wasn’t glaring at you...I was glaring at her for getting all of your attention.”

Simon’s eyes widen as he processes what he heard before pulling Soap down into a passionate kiss. Johnny yelps in surprise but quickly makes himself comfortable on Simon’s lap as he kisses back.

“Johnny, you’re going to be the death of me. This whole bloody week I thought you were going to leave me only to find out you’re jealous of my dog? I would be angry if it wssn’t so-”

“Stupid?”

“Hilarious,” Simon chuckles before diving in for another heated kiss only pulling away to breathe.

“Well? What now?” John pants glancing over to the sleeping pup.

“I’m not going to give away my dog, McTavish,” Simon chuckles holding onto his waist.

John pouts, “I don’t like sharing.” he whines peppering Simon’s shoulder with light kisses.

“You’ll have to get used to it. She’s staying.” Simon retorts kissing his boyfriend’s temple.

“Couldn’t you have gotten a different kind of pet? Like a fish or a cat? Maybe a snake instead?”

Another chuckle rumbles through Simon’s chest, “Not a dog person, Johnny?”

“Despise the mutts. Back home there was always this bulldog that would bark at me on my way to school. One day it dug under the gate and attacked me. Nearly tore my face off.” Soap confides kissing up his neck.

“Yeah well, the only faces that Riley will rip apart are those who try to hurt you. I’ll make sure of that,” Simon reassures running his hands under Soap’s shirt and enjoying the heat redating off of his body.

“As if I need two guard dogs,” Soap scoffs in response leaning down to give Ghost another tender kiss.

“Oh? Who’s the other dog?” Simon hums into the kiss.

“Isn’t it obvious? It’s you L.T.”

[xoxo-jb-brainrot]

More completely canon screenshots from the game. Definitely

Ik this mf sobbed throughout this entire movie, it’s okay I did too.

[sporadic-gremlin]

you don’t remember how you were put in this situation. maddy came to your place complaining about how nate only cares about his pleasure and not her’s. you’ve always hated nate jacobs. he was a piece of shit who doesn’t deserve maddy but you know from years of being her friend that she would always run back to him. 

but now...now you had maddy where you’ve always wanted her; fucking herself on your face. 

“oh fuck!” maddy’s hands scramble to hold onto the headboard of your bed, your tongue flat against her clit and her back arching in ecstasy as she moaned loudly.

your face is drenched in her wetness and your spit, jaw aches from staying in the same position but if this is what it takes to prove you’re a better fit for maddy than nate, then so be it.

you look up at maddy and watch how her face is contorted in pleasure. head thrown back, raw, genuine moans spilling from her lips- something that nate jacobs could never achieve. her hips start to move a bit faster and you hum; she must be close. 

“fuck, i’m coming!” maddy’s body tenses up like a coil but her hips are still bucking wildly, riding out her high. in the heat of the moment, maddy’s hand has buried itself in your hair, nails scraping over your scalp so you can’t pull away. it makes you wince but once maddy gets off your face and you see the state you left her in, the pain is all worth it. 

“like that?” you ask while rolling your neck around. 

maddy looks at you and rolls her eyes. “like? i loved that shit, y/n.” 

you chuckle and crawl in between her legs. “good because i’m not done with you,” you pull maddy’s legs over your waist and ghost two fingers over her wetness. “i’m gonna make up for every single time he’s fucked you and didn’t make you cum.” you whisper against her lips.

maddy bites her lip and giggles, your fingers sinking into her pussy. they instantly curl and you’re setting a rough pace. everytime your fingers are buried knuckle deep into her sopping cunt, the palm of your hand hits her clit.

her head falls back against your pillows and you attach your lips to her neck, planting wet kisses and sucking marks into her caramel skin. 

“no marks, baby. nate would kill you.” your fingers press up against that spot inside her and she cries out. her breath fans against your ear with whimpers and you smirk. 

“let him kill me then. you know I fuck you better than jacobs ever could,” you growl into maddy’s ear and bite down on her neck. 

her hands fly to your back, dragging her nails down your flesh as your fingers pick up their pace. maddy grips your jaw with her free hand and smashes her lips against yours, moans and whimpers spilling into your mouth. her legs tremble on your waist and you lean back to rub at her clit with your other hand. 

maddy’s breaths come out in heated pants, chest heaving up and down to suck in air that feels like there’s not enough of. her head is swimming in euphoria and she can’t help but release everything she’s been holding back as she cums on your fingers.

you smile and kiss her cheek. “just like that, baby. cum for me, maddy.” your fingers slow down and eventually come to a stop. pulling them out, you lick up the cum and maddy watched you with blazing lust in her eyes. 

“holy fuck, that was amazing,” maddy smiles up at you.

“yeah? i can show you more if you want,” you offer and maddy looks up at you with those big brown eyes that have no one trace of innocence in them.

somewhere in the back of your mind, you can understand why nate jacobs would kill for this girl. madeleine perez is addicting drug that you can’t seem to get enough of. 

“come show me then.”

[watchmegetobsessed]

WILDEST FANTASIES (part 6)

⚫️A/N: so i am actually the biggest idiot to ever exist and managed to do the shit i swore i would never do again but here i go... i fucking deleted the original post to part 6 that i posted 2 days ago so... i am actually crying right now, like for real bc it was almost at 500 notes and now its all gone along with the feedbacks so... yeah. i will not expect to reach that number again but if you see this post and like the series pls just at least give this post a like😥

⚫️PAIRING: Professor!Harry X Reader

⚫️WARNING: sexual content

⚫️WORD COUNT: 5.3k

SERIES MASTERPOST

The end of the semester is always the busiest period for both teachers and students. All the promises to start studying in time catch up, libraries and coffee shops get filled and crowded, all assignments seem to be due the same week and the exams are warningly close. Everyone is desperate to get the best grades they can, earn some extra points and credits, fighting hard to end the semester on the best possible note.

Harry doesn’t necessarily like Starbucks, but that’s what’s closest to the building where his office is at and he had only ten minutes to get something extra strong to keep him going for the rest of the day. The place is packed, every table is taken and most of them have students with the laptops open in front of them sitting around them, books and papers piling as they work through months’ worth of materials.

“Double espresso for Harry?” the barista calls out and Harry snaps out of his thoughts, stepping closer to the counter.

“Thank you,” he hums, taking the paper cup from the guy. He doesn’t add any sugar or cream, he is in desperate need to taste the bitterness hoping it would shake him up even more than the caffeine.

He slaloms past the waiting people and finally makes it outside, heading back to his office. He has had students coming in and out, begging for extra tasks to save their asses after doing absolutely nothing all semester. In addition, he’s been having endless consultations with his PhD students and seniors writing their thesis as they are nearing their deadlines as well. It’s been a busy few days.

So busy that he hasn’t been able to see you since the gala, only in class.

He spent most of those ninety minutes sitting at his desk, because you had the nerve to wear the shortest skirt to ever exist with thigh-high boots that definitely gave him a few new fantasies. One of them was fucking you in nothing but the boots. When you uncrossed your legs underneath the desk and he caught sight of your red underwear, he was just about to spank you right in front of the whole class. He knows you noticed how riled up he got and you enjoyed every bit of it as your underwear got wetter by the minute as well.

He wanted to at least have a word with you after class, but three students were at his desk the moment he dismissed everyone and you had to run as well. It’s been pure torture, especially after the kiss you shared at the gala.

He’s been jerking off daily to your writings. Not his proudest achievement for sure, but he simply can’t contain himself and you’re on his mind all the time. Now that Niall has gone back to Ireland, the house is fully his and he doesn’t have to worry about moaning your name in the shower when he is wanking off to the thought of you.

His new favorite thing? Texting you every time he thought of you when he touched himself and you’ve been loving it probably way too much you should. Knowing that you’re all he can think about, it’s the biggest boost to your ego.

By the time Harry gets back to his office, students are already waiting for him, giving him no time to have just a breather. For the next couple of hours, he is too busy to even reply to your latest text, buried under assignments waiting to be graded, begging students keeping him up all the time, his colleagues dropping by with questions as well.

Day turns into night and he only realizes how late it has gotten when his stomach growls from hunger. That sandwich he ate six hours ago is long gone, he is famished. His phone starts ringing right when he is about to start packing up and a smile spreads across his face upon seeing the caller ID.

“Hey, are you still in your office?” you murmur softly from the other end of the call.

“Was just about to leave, why?”

“I just finished at the library, I have a little bit of time before I plan to get back to studying. Maybe I could drop by?” you suggest shyly, hoping you’re not crossing any boundaries. “I’m in front of the building.”

“Alright, my door is open,” he smiles softly.

About five minutes later, there’s a soft knock on his door, he calls out and looks up just when you walk into the office. You’re wearing a pair of black jeans and a light blue, knitted sweater, you look a little tired, but he still thinks you’re stunning.

“I brought food. Are you hungry?” you smile, holding up a bag of Chinese food and Harry could drop to his knees at the sight of it.

“Yes! Come on, sit down,” he gestures for you to sit on the sofa while he pulls a chair closer, he sits on that so you can pack the food out next to you.

Normally, he would already be kissing the life out of you at this point. Seeing you alone, not in a crowded class room, he’s been aching for this moment for days, and now that it’s here, he feels so tired and hungry, so fed up with work in the past days that he would rather just sit with you, even if it’s in complete silence. There’s something in your presence that calms him, takes his mind off of work.

“This is fucking lifesaving,” he groans when he finally digs into the food.

“Actually, I saw that the lights were still on when I finished at the library, went to grab the food and came back. I figured that you haven’t had much time to leave this room today,” you admit with a smirk.

“So you were stalking me?” he teases you, but you just roll your eyes at him. You remain silent for a while before you speak up again.

“Honestly, I wasn’t sure if… you felt the same way.”

“About what?”

“Me.”

His eyes snap up to meet yours and he notices how you’re anxiously fidgeting with your chopsticks, the version of you that oozes confidence now hidden somewhere deep inside you. Placing his food to the side he slips off of the chair until he is kneeling in front of you. He grabs your knees and pushes them apart so he can push himself between your legs. Taking your food box he puts it aside as well, his hands cupping your face. He runs his thumb across your lower lip and can’t help but smirk when you inhale shakily at his touch.

“I still can’t stop thinking about you, Y/N. And I think you know how badly I want you just from the texts I’ve been sending you whenever I can’t control my want for you.”

“I love those texts,” you whisper, licking your lips and your tongue touches his thumb in the motion.

“Yeah?” he chuckles softly.

“I love knowing that you think about me, because I do the same.”

“You think about me when you touch yourself?”

“Always,” you gasp as he leans closer and presses a kiss to your cheek first, then moving down your jawline and neck. His lips finally move to yours, kissing you fiercely, but it doesn’t last as long as you’d want. Pulling back your eyes meet his dark stare as he stands up and strides over to the door. He locks it before turning around and walking over to you, standing tall next to his chair.

“Show me,” he tells you and your breath hitches in your throat.

“What?”

“I want to see you touch yourself. Show me how you do it when you’re thinking about me.”

All blood rushes into your head and you can feel your cheeks heating. You’re not sure what you’re supposed to do, no one has asked such thing from you and you have no idea how to do it without making yourself look like a fool.

Harry senses your hesitance, reaching out he cups your jaw in a hand and leaning down he kisses you hard, his tongue clashing with yours in an instant.

“I won’t ask again, Y/N. Do it,” he growls against your lips, before standing up straight again, staring down at you.

“Don’t you want to do more than just watching?” you ask out of breath.

“Everything in its own time.”

So he wants to take his time with you. You could have guessed that he won’t just have a quickie with you and that just makes you want him even more.

Leaning back on the sofa, you take your sweater off, wearing only a white tank top underneath, before your hands move to unbutton your pants. Originally, you were planning to just reach into your pants and underwear, but Harry has other plans.

“Take your pants off,” he tells you and you shiver at how demanding he sounds, taking full control over the situation.

Obeying you tug your pants down your legs and off of yourself, leaving you in only your white underwear that’s already soaking wet just from the way he is staring down at you. Keeping eye-contact, you move your hand over to your clothes cunt as you start running two fingers over yourself, teasing and working yourself up for more. Harry’s eyes are glued to your hand between your legs and when you peek down at his pants, you see that he is hard, like at the gala.

“Spread your legs more,” he tells you, and you do it without a second thought, exposing yourself even more to his greedy eyes.

When you’ve made sure your underwear is drenched, you move your hand underneath the fabric, finally touching your wet skin, moving your fingers between your folds before you start rubbing on your clit.

“How does it feel?” he asks in a low, raspy tone.

“Feels good, but it would be better if you did it,” you moan, desperate to feel his touch. Though it’s extremely hot how he is watching you pleasing yourself, it would be better if he was joining in on the fun.

“Patience. Now dip those pretty fingers into yourself for me.”

Sucking in your breath you push two fingers inside of yourself, curling them before pulling them out and then pushing back in, picking a nice rhythm to do it over and over again. One of Harry’s hands moves to his crotch and you can’t help but moan when he palms himself, still staring at you.

“You look so beautiful, Y/N. All spread out in front of me, pleasing yourself. I could watch you all day long.” He squeezes himself over his pants again and you’re just about to whine and beg for him to touch you when he drops to his knees and grabbing your wrist he pulls your hand away from you, only to tug your underwear off of you with a swift movement, baring you completely in front of his greedy eyes.

“I need to taste you,” he breathes out, his fingers digging into your inner thighs as he keeps the spread wide.

First, he kisses your left thigh, very close to your cunt, then he kisses the same spot on your right thigh and as he locks his eyes with you, he dives right in. With open mouthed kisses and relentless sucking, he is quick to absolutely light you on fire. Your hands grab onto his curls and you can’t stop yourself from grinding against his face as he eats you out as if you were his last meal.

He could do this for a living, that’s how good he is. The way he uses his tongue and lips, how he knows just the right rhythm for you to get closer and closer to your orgasm faster than ever. He was born to eat pussy. Your pussy.

“Fuck! I’m gonna come!” you gasp, your back arching from the sensation. One of his hands moves from your thigh up your abdomen underneath your tank top, the touch of his hand on your naked feels intoxicating and when he gropes your breast, you wish all your clothes were gone and you could feel him all over you.

“Go on, want to taste it. Come on my face, Y/N,” he tells you and you’re basically seeing stars at this point.

He could have made you come just by his mouth, but suddenly, he pushes two fingers inside you, stretching you out, feeling you up before he starts pumping, his mouth still on your clit.

It takes only a few minutes for you to come, whimpering and moaning in pleasure, your orgasm washing over your body in tidal waves and you’re drowning in it. Drowning in him.

His actions soften and his hands move to your thighs, gently massaging them as you try to regulate your breathing again, coming off your high. Pressing a few soft kisses to your sensitive clit he sits back to his heels, a smug grin spread across his face as he gently rubs your thighs. You’re still completely exposed in front of him, but you couldn’t care less, you want this man’s face between your legs every waking moment for the rest of your life.

“This was better than the Chinese,” he jokes and you let out an airy chuckle. Then you see how hard he still is and you push yourself forward with the intention of returning the mind-blowing favor, but he grabs your wrist and pushes your hands away from him. “Not now. I want you to eat, you said you didn’t have much time.”

“But I have enough time to suck you off, I can eat on my way too.”

“No,” he shakes his head. “You’ll have the chance to do that another time, I’m perfectly fine with what I got now.” Leaning closer he kisses you before grabbing your underwear and pants from the floor beside him.

A little disappointed, but you get dressed and you both return to eating. Harry asks you about your upcoming exams and papers, he seems mesmerized by what people in other majors do.

“I’m as far from math as possible,” he chuckles, digging into his food, this time sitting next to you on the small sofa, his body pressed up against yours and he has pulled your legs across his lap.

“I can tutor you,” you chuckle.

“Yeah? Reversed roles? Sounds interesting,” he grins and leaning closer he kisses your shoulder before you both keep eating.

Your time together flies by way too fast and you have to be on your way too soon. You know you have to leave, you promised Kostas you’d help him study for his statistics exam, but you’d rather stay with Harry. Unfortunately, he has loads of work to do as well.

“Thanks for dropping by,” Harry hums as you’re about to leave.

“I just wish we had more time,” you smile at him coyly and stepping closer you wrap your arms around his neck, his hands finding your waist in an instant.

“How about the weekend?” he suggests. “You could spend it at mine if you want.”

“That sounds great,” you grin and if you’re being honest, you were hoping he would offer it. You didn’t want to be too pushy and bring it up yourself. “I can pack a bag and stay for the night.”

“Don’t bring too many clothes, you won’t be wearing them,” he smirks before kissing you.

When you’re out the door, Harry gathers his stuff as well and grabs all the empty food boxes after your feast and finally heads out as well. Just as he is locking the office up, Professor Alvarez appears at the end of the hallway, seemingly on her way home as well.

“Harry! Hi! Doing some extra hours?” she asks, absolutely no clue about what just went down in his office not long ago.

“Uhh, yeah! Same goes for you?” he asks politely as they start walking down the hallway towards the stairs.

“Yeah, my students like to take advantage of my kindness and turn in everything after the last minute,” she chuckles. “Wow, that’s a lot of food, did you eat all of that on your own?” she asks, pointing at the trash Harry is carrying.

“Oh, I… I did. But not at once,” he adds clearing his throat. “I’ve been hoarding it up and now I’m getting rid of it.”

“Ah, I see,” she smiles. “Hey, I wanted to ask what you’re doing this weekend. One of my friends is having a get together and I think you’d enjoy it, they told me to bring someone and I thought you could be my plus one, I guess.”

It’s more than just a friendly invitation. Nina Alvarez has been into Harry for a while not, but the man is either extremely oblivious to her attempts at seducing him, or he is just great at ignoring it. Either way, one thing is for sure: Harry is not interested in Nina as more than just friends, while the freshly divorced woman is determined to get closer to the school’s hottest professor.

“That sounds great, but… I already have plans with a friend,” he mumbles apologetically.

“Oh, no worries,” she smiles, but he notices the blush on her cheeks.

They chit-chat about mostly work until they reach the parking lot and part ways, both of them heading to their own car.

Arriving home that day you find Kostas sitting at the kitchen island with his books and notebooks spread out in front of him, the screen of his laptop illuminating his strong features. The stubble he has grown these past days makes him look older and much manlier, he should keep it longer, you think.

“Hey! Sorry I’m a bit late, just give me a minute to change and we can start,” you huff, kicking your boots off.

“Sure, I’ll be here,” he sighs, rubbing his face with his hands.

“Ramona?” you ask, seeing that her bedroom door is closed, she only has it closed when Dean is over but she didn’t mention that he was coming over.

“Oh, she’s been on the phone with Dean, but… I think they are having a fight,” he whispers in case she can hear him.

“What happened?”

“I don’t know, she hasn’t said a thing and I think they are still talking.”

“I hope everything is okay. Dean has been away often lately, right?”

“I heard her talking about his dad the other day,” Kostas says. “I think he’s been going home to help his parents out, but I have no idea what’s really behind it.”

You don’t know much about Dean, you only hang out with him when Ramona brings him along, but that’s perfectly fine with you. As far as you know, his parents are a bit older, already in their sixties. Dean was a late surprise child, he has two sisters that are twelve and fifteen years older than him. If what Kostas said is true, you’re hoping his parents are doing well and it has nothing to do with their age or health.

“She’ll tell us if she is ready,” you sigh, not wanting to get your nose into something that’s none of your business. “Okay, so, let’s see that task sheet!” you clap your hands, joining him at the kitchen island.

It’s past midnight when you go to bed. You practiced with Kostas for hours and then worked on one of your own assignments as well, time flew by faster than you could realize. After a hot shower, you make yourself comfortable in bed, scrolling a bit on your phone when a notification of a message pops up on the screen.

HARRY: Thinking about you.

You sigh happily as you reread those three words over and over again before typing in your response.

Y/N: I knew I should have returned the favor!

His reply comes only moments later.

HARRY: I’m not touching myself, just thinking about you.

“Fuck, you are venturing to dangerous territories, professor,” you sigh, as you answer his text.

Y/N: You’re gonna make me swoon, professor.

HARRY: Good. That was my intention. Now go to sleep, you’ve had a tiring day.

Y/N: Good night, dream of me Xx

HARRY: Always.

Grinning like an idiot, you plug your phone to the charger and drop it to your nightstand and staring up at the ceiling as you replay what happened in his office today over and over again, how his hands felt on your skin, his lips on your throbbing clit, the way his fingers fit inside you so perfectly… you can’t wait to feel his hard cock in your pussy already and hopefully, it’s gonna happen this weekend.

Your phone lights up with another text and grabbing it you see it’s from Harry again.

HARRY: Alright, I’m touching myself too.

Y/N: Can’t wait to do it for you Xx

You place your phone back to the nightstand with the screen facing down and force yourself to sleep, even though all you can think about his Harry with his hand wrapped around his hard cock as he lies in his bed right now, thinking about you.

Packing for the weekend at Harry’s you feel like a little kid going to camp. You dig through your whole closet to find the best pieces even though you have a feeling he didn’t joke about not bringing too many clothes. You even stuff your matching lingerie set you haven’t had the chance to wear since buying, knowing that he will definitely appreciate the red lacy set.

Ramona is spending the weekend at Dean’s and Kostas is planning to spend most of Saturday and Sunday at the library, he barely notices anything when he gets home after a full day of studying. You agreed with Harry that you’d head over on Saturday afternoon since you still have some studying to do and Harry has work, it’s the best you can do. But you’ll have the rest of Saturday and the whole of Sunday together to do… whatever you want.

You can barely hold your excited smile back as you finally leave and head to Harry’s place. Last time you were there you left your new little writing on his car hoping to convince him to give it a chance and now here you are, spending the night at his, most likely getting railed like never before.

It worked out at the end.

You keep fantasizing about everything you want to do with Harry, or more like what you want him to do to you, and by the time you’re walking up the stairs to his front door, you’re ready to jump out of your skin and get down to business straight away. You ring the doorbell and when he opens the door you take a deep breath seeing him in a pair of grey sweatpants and a black shirt, he has shaved since the last time you saw him and the grin on his face is as wide as yours.

Without saying a word you step closer to him and kiss him as a greeting, wrapping your arms around his neck while he circles his around your waist lifting you up from the ground as he kisses you back.

“Hey,” you finally say, smiling against his lips.

“Hi, happy to see me?”

“Would be happier if you were naked already, but I guess, yeah?”

He chuckles, putting you back to your feet as he loosens his hold around you, taking your bag you dropped to jump into his arms.

“So eager, huh?” He smirks, ushering you inside and closing the door behind you.

“Can you blame me? I feel like we’ve been foreplaying for weeks, I’m losing patience,” you admit laughing. Leaning closer he kisses you shortly, walking you further inside. He drops your bag into the bedroom before you both walk into the kitchen and you notice the bottle of wine on the counter with two glasses, along with quite a few ingredients lined up, like he was about to start cooking.

“I hope you can wait just a bit more, because I’m making dinner first.”

“Why don’t we do it after?” you suggest, but he just shakes his head chuckling.

“I want you fed and full of energy for everything I have planned for tonight,” he murmurs as he leans closer and kisses the corner of your mouth. He is such a gentleman, so mature and caring, nothing like guys your age. None of your previous hookups cared about whether you’ve eaten or not, this is something new and definitely an upgrade.

“Alright, what can I help with?” you smile, assessing everything laid out on the counter.

“Why don’t you start with pouring some wine?” he smiles and you’re more than happy to put yourself into use.

As much as you wanted to jump his bones the minute you walked into the house, it’s so nice to spend time with him with your clothes still on. You’ve had an image of him in your head based on what you’ve seen from him in school, but that’s just a fracture of what he is.

You watch him move around the kitchen, he even put an apron on and if it’s possible, he just looks even better like this. You try to help him, but he just keeps telling you to drink your wine and keep him company.

“Are you going home for Christmas?” you ask, refilling his glass. He is stirring the sauce in the pan, keeps tasting it to know what else he needs to add. Chef Harry is fucking hot.

“Yeah, I don’t get to go home often, so I like to spend the holidays with my family. My mom is always so happy to have everyone together. I usually come back on January 2nd.”

“I bet it’s really nice,” you smile, but there’s bitterness behind your words and slight jealousy.

“Are you going home?”

“Um… not sure yet,” you purse your lips. Ever since your grandmother’s passing, you haven’t found your place during the holidays. The first year, you spent it with your mom and her boyfriend at that time, but it was catastrophic. Next year your grandma’s sister invited to spend it with her and her family and though you don’t have bad blood with that part of your family, you haven’t had the tightest relationship with them either, so it felt like you were an intruder. That year all you got from your mom was a text. Not even a call.

Last year Kostas wanted you to go home to Greece with him to his family, and though it was an incredibly nice gesture, you didn’t want to bother his time with his family, so you ended up staying back here. You have a feeling the same thing will happen this year as well.

“What do you mean? You’re not sure if your family comes here or you’re going home?”

“No, I’m… not sure if I’ll go anywhere.”

Harry looks at you still confused.

“You don’t want to see your family?”

“I don’t really have family. I’m not on the best terms with my mom, never knew my dad. I was closest to my grandma but she passed away a few years ago.”

“Fuck, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to bring up the painful stuff.”

“It’s alright,” you smile at him reassuring him that he didn’t do anything wrong.

“So… you just stay here alone?”

“It’s not as bad as it sounds,” you chuckle awkwardly, though you know it sounds pathetic, spending the holidays alone.

He doesn’t answer, but something is definitely on his mind, keeping it to himself. You move to lighter topics as he puts on some water to boil for the pasta and finish up the sauce, while you keep eyeing him up and down, moving around in the kitchen like a pro.

“Alright, now we just have to wait for the pasta and we can eat,” he smiles, turning the stove off under the sauce.

Taking another sip from your drink you place it to the counter before walking over to him, hooking your thumbs into the string of his apron that runs around his waist.

“I have a few ideas what we can do while we wait for that,” you suggest, pressing a kiss to his lips.

“Mm, really? Tell me about them,” he smirks.

“I would rather show you.”

Kissing him deeper, you palm him through his pants and he groans against your lips, already hardening under your touch.

“It’s gonna take just ten minutes for it to be done,” he reminds you and you take it as a challenge.

“Then I better be fast.”

Dropping to your knees you’re quick to tug his pants and boxer briefs, freeing his half-hard cock, seeing it for the first time ever uncovered. His size, even though you’ve seen it through his clothes, is impressive and for a moment you doubt if it’s gonna fit inside you, but you can only hope for the best. For now, you only have to take in your mouth as much as you can.

Wrapping your hands around him, you give it a few pumps as you look up so your eyes meet and you see that he is staring down at you with so much lust and want. You lick up his length before wrapping your lips around the head, pumping him a few more times to get him nice and hard and ready for you.

Taking a deep breath you start moving your head, taking in as much of him as possible, the head touching the back of your throat before pulling back. You start bobbing your head and pumping the base you can’t take into your mouth, focusing to keep a steady rhythm in your motions.

“Fuck,” he breathes out, his hands gathering your hair and then keeping it in one, tugging in it lightly and it gives your scalp a tingle.

The water on the stove is bubbling and it pairs with Harry’s heavy breathing as you keep moving relentlessly, your mouth completely full of him every time you take him in. Your eyes start watering when you try to take more and more of his cock, your jaw is hurting, but nothing can stop you.

“You look so beautiful with your mouth full of my cock, fuck,” he groans and starts buckling his hips to meet your movements. You’re almost taking his full length now, gagging when the head pushes down your throat, but the sight of him enjoying himself is worth everything. You move a hand to his balls and start massaging them, earning a long moan from him as he holds onto your hair even tighter.

“Fuck, you’re gonna make me cum,” he warns you, gasping for air, so you just suck it up and deep throat him several times in a row, your hands working on his balls.

He whimpers your name and you suck on him harder when you pull back and take him in again, a moment later his cock jerks in your mouth, his hot cum shooting to the back of your throat. You milk him well, taking every drop of his cum and swallowing without hesitation.

Harry helps you up to your feet and cradles your face in his hands, kissing you hard and passionate, not even caring that you had his dick in your mouth just a moment ago.

“That was…” he breathes out, leaning his forehead against yours.

“That was my appetizer,” you joke, making him laugh before he kisses you again and pulls his pants and underwear up, tugging his softening dick away before turning to check the food.

“Pasta is ready,” he smirks.

NEXT PART

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[ursulaismymiddlename]

Untitled Document | Dream of the Endless x Reader

A/N: This is what happens when you have a million ideas and no idea what to do with him

Rated M for Morpheus is hot as fuck, but also there's a bit of naughtiness dotted in there

Special thanks to @captainpoopweinersoldier for encouraging this little idea and perusing it before posting to make sure it makes some semblance of sense haha

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“You’d seen entirely too many horror films to be perfectly at ease with the pale man draped in darkness at the corner of the room.  More concerning still was the overwhelming urge not to feel concerned at all.  A blanket of calmness as still as the night that seemed to hamper any tinge of fear without fully quelling it…”

The cursor blinks at you from the page and you nearly decide to scrub the whole thing.  But… well, it’s not a bad idea.  You just don’t know what to do with it.  None of the ideas have been bad, per se.  Some may be more inspired than others, but that’s the shape of things really.  Yet it all feels like you’re scattering seeds to the wind and nothing wants to take.

Maybe gardening isn’t the best metaphor.  You know actual gardening takes patience and care and hard work to achieve something beautiful.  But at this point, you’d settle for weeds in the crack of a sidewalk just to have something.  You also know that weeds can be beautiful too.

Instead of deleting the three measly sentences, you decide to… repurpose the document.  If you can’t make a whole story just yet, you can at least throw these fic ideas into a Google Doc and maybe try plucking something up later.

Let’s see…

- Your cat gets the drop on a raven, but you save it and decide to take it home and patch it back up. Unbeknownst to you, the raven belongs to the King of Dreams, who comes looking for his companion

Hmmm… not terrible. But really, how would your lazy chonk of a cat manage to capture some mystical bird?  The little tubbers can’t even capture flies worth a damn.  Maybe the cat is magical too somehow?  Are you a witch and the cat your Familiar?  That’s worth exploring later maybe.

- You’ve trained as a dancer since childhood, but after years of chronic illness (chronic pain and fatigue syndrome? fibromyalgia?) the only place you can still dance is in your dreams, and it’s there that Morpheus becomes enamored of you

That has some potential.  Write what you know, right?  But while you know chronic illness, you don’t really know any dancing.  This is the sorta shit that happens when you hear songs like “Tiny Dancer” while on your drive to work in the early morning.  How would you even write about dancing convincingly? Like are you going to have to Google dance terms to try sounding legit?

But the thought of even his slightest of smiles, even the barest hint of adoration makes your tummy flutter

- Cockworship.  Him splayed out on your bed (or his bed?) chiseled from the finest marble, adoring him this god, this endless being, this personification of dreams itself… and his breathless rasp of “Only you may worship me this way.”

Okay, that one has your cheeks heating up and you’re tummy flipping.  What a lovely image.  And certainly a mutual or two would absolutely love it as well. But… well, smut’s been a little difficult for you lately. Plus, you hardly ever write good smut.  There’s always more feeling than you intend because you love a good backstory.  Maybe you could try a Porn with Plot sometime, but today doesn’t feel like that day.  Perhaps if you get a weekend alone with a bottle of wine one day…

- You dream-walk into a library, expansive and filled to the brim with every book and story ever written or ever going to be written, every life story, every flitting thought, more knowledge than you can ever dream of… What is this place? The Library of Alexandria?

“No, far more than that.” “Will I remember when I wake up.”

“Only you of the Waking World knows that.”

An awed, hushed whisper “I hope I remember…”

The dialogue could use a bit of work, but it’s a start at least.  Maybe this one?  You’ve always dreamed of seeing the Library of Alexandria, of knowing every story, of knowing everything.  What a draw!  Anyone who reads or writes would feel that in their bones.  But why would a mortal walking through such a fantastical library garner the attention of the Dream Lord?  Like, what is so special about You?  I mean, yes, in real life people fall in love randomly all the time.  Who knows what attracts people to other people? But still, you have to be able to convince yourself before you can convince others.  What could a mortal possibly give a divine being?

- You’re a mortal, with Lord Morpheus, but he decides that it’s too dangerous/not good for either of you to continue being together (is this too much like that Twilight book? anyway) Not only does he abruptly break things off with you, but he also banishes you from the dream world, worried that it would be too tempting for either of you, but this leaves you with terrible sleep and in a depression, so much so, you turn to a full bottle of sleeping pills

“Am I so cruel?”

Your heart stops, plummeting into your stomach so fast you’re surprised you don’t hear it whistle and crash like a cartoon character going over a cliff.  Looking up from your laptop, you see him. Your dream -er, The Dream.  Those first three sentences feel right, somehow.  It’s not dark like in your imagination, but the same effect seems to wash over you.  Even as you look at your laptop again, you find the words and letters a jumbled mess.  The hastily crafted sentences strewn about haphazard and incoherent.  Has all this just been a dream?

Something pulls your attention back to him, to Dream.  That pale brow clouded by the pinch of curiosity between them.  He’s waiting for your answer, and while there is patience now, you feel it will not last forever.  And somehow, you know exactly what he’s asking.

“Not cruel, but…” You lick the dryness from your lips.  His words are always so measured, so calculated in your head, that you feel he deserves the same from you.  “Reserved? Aloof, maybe.  Like sometimes you don’t know how to feel so it’s easier just… not to.”

His glossy eyes go distant a moment, and then without a sound he moves, closing the distance between you until he can perch on the end of your bed, one long leg hitched up on the mattress with the dark fabric of his coat pooling around him. “You see me as cold. Uncaring.  You think I would condemn a lover to such torment for the mere crime of being mortal.”

“Haven’t you before?”

You’re not exactly sure where those words come from.  But they’re right, just the same.  Even if some latent part of you didn’t know for sure, the look that crosses his face proves the truth of it.  The way his eyes avert, jaw working beneath the cold marble of his skin.  There’s a ripple of anger in whatever blanket covers this dream of yours, but there’s shame in it too.  Self-doubt.  But your heart breaks from it of its own volition.

“You save them. In the end.”  The admission brings his gaze back to yours, the sharp lines of his face softened somehow, hopeful.  “Despair or Death - or both - warn you what’s happening and you show up to stop them before it’s too late.”

He nods slightly, knowing, the almost imperceptible quirk at the corner of his lips nearly wistful.  “You will not find my realm with these.  Only the Sunless Lands await you at the bottom of this bottle.”

His words steal the breath from your lungs.  His words… they’re yours.  The ones that came to you while thinking up with this angsty little fic idea.  Hearing him actually say them was all you’d imagined and more.  “You read my mind?”

“I read your stories,” he corrects.  “Every story finds its way to my library.  Written or unwritten.”

“And you read them all?”

Some of his regal posture returns as he regards you.  “I am eons old, The Dreaming and its library are extensions of my being.  And yet, even I could not fix my eyes on every work conceived of by all of consciousness.  Only one of my siblings could.”

“Destiny.”  Your understanding seems to please him.  And that serves to embolden you.  “Then why read mine?”

The Dream Lord’s head tilts slightly, considering.  “It is not often I see myself written about so plainly.  With truth.  And hope.”

That heat creeps across your cheeks again and you snort a laugh at yourself.  “There’s no way I could have captured you that well.”

“Closer than you realize.”  There’s something else in the glistening of his eyes, distant stars dancing in an ocean of blue with something akin to mischief.

It’s only then the thought occurs to you. “Have you read… every story I’ve ever written?”

He gives a curt nod.  “All you have ever written and all you have never written.”

You swallow hard, thoughts harkening back to the lewd image you had of him sprawled across a bed beneath you.  Though this time it is more solidified, silky sheets the color of the midnight sky with his skin a glowing moon amongst the stars…  

Your lips part to speak, but he is already rising to his feet.  And he knows.  You can feel it.  He knows exactly what you’re thinking and that amuses him too.  “You’ll awaken soon.  And I have duties I must attend.”

“But…” But what? But then he’s standing before you, the distance closed in a blink the way only dreams can move.  You crane your neck to meet his gaze only to find him descending towards you.

Cool knuckles whisper across the curve of your cheek, making your eyes flutter closed just as the feel of soft lips meets your forehead…

You jolt awake in your bed, limbs as warm and heavy as the laptop across your stomach.  The dream lingers in your mind even as you rub the sleep from your eyes.  How fucking weird.  How fucking Meta.

Ah well. You were up now and it didn’t seem like too much of the afternoon had passed.  A little nap never hurt anyone.  But now it was time to get down to business, that erratic urge to create buzzing through you like it hadn’t done in years.  You only hope this time you can buckle down and get something done for a chance.

Opening your laptop, you see the cursor flash on the page.

“You’d seen entirely too many horror films to be perfectly at ease with the pale man draped in darkness at the corner of the room.  More concerning still was the overwhelming urge not to feel concerned at all.  A blanket of calmness as still as the night that seemed to hamper any tinge of fear without fully quelling it…”

[vander-affectionate]

vi or ekko x hotmess introverted reader?? IM SHITTING TEARS RN I NEED THIS

ahhh i got emotional, this is not for the event because i didn't feel i could address this as it was needed in twenty words

comfort from vi

warnings: minors/ageless blogs do not interact, angst to fluffish ending? maybe swearing? reader and vi are not oil n water, gn!resder?

You’ve never been more for Vi to handle. Both of you had your moments, of course. It was rare that something to this degree would happen. Sometimes you’d have to comfort Vi, in your moments Vi would encourage you, and rarer- she would witness you fall apart in front of her. She hesitated in the hall upon hearing a quiet sniffle from where you said you’d be and poked her head in to see that in the sanctuary of your room, you were crying.

“Hey,” She stood fully in the doorway and, peculiarly, you didn’t make an effort to hide your tears. Merely glancing at her with a heavy gaze weighted by an abundance of exhaustion. “What’s going on?”

You moved off your bed when she sat down much to her surprise. You’d always let her touch you, but not this time.

“It’s been a rough week.” Vi laid out on your bed, knuckles dragging over yours but you’d steered clear of her to stand alone in the middle of your room. “Come on, it’ll get better.”

Her coaxing fell on deaf ears.

“No it won’t.” Your tone was like that of stark winter cold. Vi was visibly stunned by it and yet she swung her legs toward your side of the bed, scooting to the edge closest to where you stood so she wouldn’t scare you off. “This always happens. What’s the point in trying to be good at anything if I’m always going to be last?”

“What’s that supposed to mean? You’re good at everything. You’ve got a job that you love-”

“Vi-”

“I found that dream apartment you wanted I guess?”

“Vi-”

“And we celebrated our second year together last month-”

“Vi.” Her eyes found your figure when you’d hissed her name. “I’m not enough.”

The defeat in your tone makes her shoulders slump and somewhere in her ranting she’d gotten close to you, “Enough for what?

Her hands cup your cheeks and the intimacy doesn’t reach you, all it feels like is your space is being invaded and you can’t tell her what you want to tell her. About how all these hours aren’t adding up or giving your all isn’t turning out to be what you hoped. So you turn your gaze away.

“We have each other. And if you’re having a hard time, just remember that I love you-”

The hand strokes your cheek and you pull away. You don’t want to be touched. The hands grazing your arms make you jerk and you shove off Vi, tears streaming down your face as your voice cracks as it slips on a sob and you shout higher than you’d ever had in your life. “I don’t want to be loved, I want to be enough!”

Vi stands there for a moment and you turn your back to her, trying to pull yourself together. You’ve done something wrong. Your mind feels like it’s vibrating from how many thoughts are clanging around. You pushed what burdens you on her and now she’s going to leave, nothings been going right for weeks so what good are you if you can’t achieve anything- what are you worth without results?

“Sometimes… love isn’t enough. Sometimes hoping isn’t enough and sometimes everything you’ve got isn’t enough.” Vi says from behind you and you can feel her stare, slowly you brace yourself for those words that would top these horrible days off, but they don’t come. Instead, she continues, “Love can’t solve everything. Words aren’t enough for when you try with every part of you to reach the bar. I get it.”

Vi sits on your window, hand extended toward you. The fondness behind the look she gives catches you off guard.

“I don’t love you for all that you can give me. I love you for who you are and who you choose to be.”

Your breath catches in your throat because you know it’s never been the easiest for Vi to tell you her feelings. She was like a floodgate when you both got together, but moments like this with her were rare and despite every part of you wanting to go off and be alone, you listened.

“That’s why you tell me what’s too heavy for you, what hurts so that I can help you carry whatever it is. I want to hurt with you so you don’t have to hurt alone. I don’t care if you’ve got the highest marks of anyone who ever lived or if you can fry an egg without burning yourself.” Your eyes finally meet hers and you swallow, eyes flicking up to hers, “You are not supposed to balance the world on your shoulders. You’re not some footstool.”

“If you can’t talk about it all, that’s okay. If you don’t want to just- find me. Grab my hand and I’ll take you wherever you want to go, just don’t shut me out and I promise we’ll be okay. You don’t have to stretch yourself to be flawless.”

She stands so that she can press a kiss to your forehead and wraps her arms around you so you’re pulled into her.

“You don’t have to do better. You’re the best you that you’ve ever been and I love you for it.”

That makes you break completely in her arms and somewhere between rubbing your back and forehead kisses you’d ended up laying in bed with her, both clinging to each other in the barest of night clothes, listening to the outside world while time stands still in your room.

“You’re not mad at me, are you?” you murmur into Vi’s arm that’s curled so your face is tucked into her elbow and her hand is stroking your shoulder.

“No.” she replies. “I’m not going to get mad at you for telling me how you felt.”

You nod, but she kisses your nape and her nose fits snugly where it dips.

“But I don’t care if you don’t think you’re enough.” She murmurs, “you’ll always be enough for me. So don’t go caving in on yourself, okay? Talk to me.”

You turn and her nose is atop yours from how close you are to each other, she kisses your forehead and smiles a little when you meet her eyes. “Thank you.” you offer a weak smile, but she merely pulls you close to her.

“It’s a pleasure.” she smiles into your shoulder, “I’ve seen you cry a few times, but now I’m not so intimidated by you.”

You lean back and can’t stop the small laugh that escapes your lips, “We’ve been together for two years.”

“And?” Vi raises her brows, “You’re perfect, how can I not be intimidated by you?”

You lean down to bury your face into her chest, “Have you seen yourself?”

“Fine, but can you say it back?” She rolls her shoulder so you’re facing her and she pecks your nose.

“Say what back?” you ask and she shrugs before you realize you never returned her affections earlier.

You wrap your arms around her neck with the tiniest of smiles, “I love you, too. Thank you.”

She sighs and closes her eyes, happy now that all is alright between you.

“Anything for you, cupcake.”

[judeswhore]

be my mistake - marcus rashford

in which a stranger in a night club becomes a little too invested in your marriage, in more than one way.

based off this video i did slightly change a few things but yeah,,, lol don’t cheat besties, unless it’s with rashy and then that’s okay

Aaron was late again. For the fourth time this week he’d called to cancel dinner plans with the excuse that work at the office was simply just piling up and he just couldn’t make it home in time. By “home in time” he actually meant he wouldn’t be home until after nine by which time the dinner you’d made had gone cold and you’d long since disappeared upstairs.

It was getting to be a tiring routine, a constant wonder every single day whether you’d see your husband or not, whether today would be full of arguments or if you’d simply pretend the other didn’t exist. Your marriage was a mess, there was nothing else to it, that spark when you’d first met had long since fizzled out and you constantly found yourself fantasising about what it would be like to be with someone who actually wanted to touch you and be with you.

Even the three months worth of sex therapy you’d made an attempt at hadn’t made a difference. Aaron was boring and nothing he did made you feel fuzzy inside like it used to. You wanted to feel that dizzying love and lust again, that all consuming blur of feeling and emotion from one single person’s touch. But maybe you’d made a deal with the devil because the man you found who lit your skin on fire from a single caress was far from the appropriate choice.

“It’s heaving in here.” Lola shouted into your ear, her body jammed up against yours as you fought your way through the club, eager to get to the bar. You’d done more than a few shots before you’d left her flat but you had plans on getting absolutely shit faced and a couple vodka shots alone weren’t going to achieve that.

“It’s a Saturday night, what did you expect?” It was sweaty too and you could feel the brush of people’s bodies against your bare skin as you passed. One thing was for certain though, the atmosphere was guaranteed to make you forget about your shitty marriage and even shittier sex life in no time.

“More chance of me finding a shag then, here, you go to the bar while I pee? I’ll meet you there.” You waved off the money Lola tried to shove into your hand and weaved through the crowd in the opposite direction, your heels barely even letting you see above the heads of people.

The bar was rammed, workers and clubbers alike shouting back and forth and you briefly wished you’d snuck a flask into your bra or something because you’d probably end up spending half the night waiting on drinks. You blew out a breath and fanned your face, pulling your phone out from your purse to see Aaron’s name flashing back at you with a recent text.

spending the night with mum since you’re out. appointment is at 11AM in the morning. don’t be late y/n.

Brilliant, speaking to you once again like you were the one always causing problems in the relationship as if he wasn’t the one who arrived thirty minutes late to your appointment last week because he claimed he’d been stuck in traffic. If you didn’t know Aaron was such a boring workaholic you’d think he was cheating but he really was so far up his bosses arse that the only affair he’d ever have would be with his sixty year old balding manager.

“What’s a pretty girl like you pouting like that for?” The soft voice in your ear made you jump slightly, fingers fumbling to lock your phone and you hadn’t even realised your smile had slipped in the ten seconds you’d been reading Aaron’s incredibly rude text.

Your gaze slid to the man standing beside you and your mouth instantly went dry, tummy fluttering at the half flirty smirk he was sending you. He was at least a good foot taller than you and had quite possible the prettiest eyes and bone structure you’d ever seen, his lips so soft and full your mind instantly went into overdrive. He was wearing a white shirt and you could see the swirl of different tattoos mapping across both arms, arms that looked strong enough to lift you with little effort.

“I’m not pouting.” You managed through an awkward cough to clear your throat and the insanely beautiful stranger arched one perfect eyebrow at you.

“Looked like a pout. Friends ditch you or something?”

“No, just my-“ You stopped yourself abruptly from mentioning Aaron, a short lived inner battle commencing in your brain over whether or not you wanted someone that hot to know you had a whole husband back at home. It was wrong, God, it was so fucking wrong but you didn’t want to be that woman tonight, you were tired of being her and never being happy. You deserved to be happy. “Work. Trying to get me to finish some briefings.”

“Explains the death look you had in your eyes.” He gave a quick sweep of the crowd and you found it incredibly difficult to keep your gaze from locking on those sinful biceps. “You are here with friends though?”

“Yes but she went to the toilet. I’m on drink duty but it’s bound to take forever.” He made a noise in the back of his throat, Adam’s apple bobbing and you hated yourself just that little bit for being so captivated by him.

“Just the two of you?” Your nod of confirmation had his lips tilting into a full smirk and his gaze flashed along your body, lingering a second too long on your boobs before meeting your eyes. “There’s two of us as well and I’d feel awful if I let someone as beautiful as you dance alone so how about you let me buy this round and you treat me to a dance?”

If anyone else had said those words you’d have probably smacked them for being creepy but there was nothing weird about the way he asked, the cheeky glint in his eyes pulling you even deeper in. You had no intentions of saying no, you wanted to have fun and you knew with absolute certainty that he wouldn’t let you down, so you matched his grin, all thoughts of the man you were married to filtering out of your mind.

“Buy me an extra shot and I will.”

“Got yourself a deal, darlin’.” He leant in slightly and his soft lips brushed your ear when he spoke, a shiver travelling along the entire length of your spine at the gentle exhale over your neck. “I’m Marcus.” Marcus. Even his name was hot to you and you swallowed harshly, meeting his gaze once more as he straightened back up.

“Y/N.” He cocked his head to the side and his smirk became a smile.

“Pretty.”

Marcus was handsy and you’d never in your life been thankful for that being a trait in any man but the feeling of his hands on your body felt like heaven and hell all at once. You’d lost Lola to Marcus’ best friend almost an hour ago but you weren’t complaining one bit because having him pressed up so close against you while ignoring everyone else was setting your nerves alight. The way he moved your hips against his had goosebumps rising along your arms and you couldn’t stop yourself from pushing back against him just that little bit harder.

His mouth was against your neck, lips and teeth marking you as you tried to hold back your pathetic whimpers as Marcus skimmed one hand over over your stomach and pulled you even further into him. You’d never felt that this before, every single cell in your body reacted to the slightly bit of contact from him and your legs went weak when he sucked a bruise just below your ear. His scent kept washing over you and the soft but rich Mancunian accent embarrassingly made you want to drop to your knees for him every time he mumbled just how fucking gorgeous you were.

No one had ever had this effect on you before. You’d never felt so hot and bothered from simple touches and the way he subtly pressed the growing bulge into your bum made your head swim. You wanted him. More than you’d ever wanted anyone before but you didn’t know how to ask so you settled on grinding against him just that little bit harder in hopes of him getting the hint. Marcus’ lips had marked both sides of your neck but you couldn’t bring yourself to care in the moment, too busy trying to remember the exact sound of the groan he let out into your ear when you rubbed against him at the perfect angle.

He placed a hand against your hip and spun you to face him, fingers then sliding over the curve of your arse to keep you flush against him. Marcus’ eyes were dark, brimming with the lust that was currently attacking every fibre of your being and his breath was hot when it fanned over your lips.

“I think you’re trying to kill me.” He gave a soft pat to your bum and then moved his fingers to grip your jaw and tilt your head back slightly, thumb pressed over your bottom lip.

“I think it’s the other way round.” You sounded breathless to your own ears and it tugged a smile from the man hovering against you, his broad chest feeling so perfect beneath the soft palms of your hands. He brought the bottle he was drinking from up to his lips and took a swig, eyes locked on yours. You watched him swallow, throat working and then his tongue darted out to slowly collected the bit of liquid he’d let loose. He noticed your staring and grinned, leaning in even closer, grip on your jaw tightening.

“Want some?” You barely managed a nod, too busy thinking about how totally unnecessary it was for someone to look so hot whilst just drinking. Marcus let you take the bottle from him and zeroed in on the way you downed almost half of it, his thumb tentatively grazing your throat so he could feel you swallow, eyes flashing at the press he felt against his digit.

Your lips were wet when you pulled the bottle away and Marcus felt a sudden surge of confidence at the half tilted smirk you were wearing. He leant in, pace slow, the opportunity for you to push him away right there if you wanted it, and just barely brushed his mouth against yours, revelling in the light hitch in your breathing. You tilted your head a little further into his touch, hands sliding along the back of his neck and he noticed the way you jutted your bottom lip out slightly for him.

Marcus was torturously slow, his teeth sinking into your pouted bottom lip and he gave it a soft tug before letting it snap back into place, the way you pushed your hips into his making him close the gap completely. His mouth covered yours and your entire body hummed in reaction, your nerves seeming to blaze even in places he wasn’t touching. No one had kissed you with so much passion and fervour in so long that you’d forgotten what an actual good kiss felt like and if it wasn’t for Marcus’ arm around your waist your legs would have buckled.

He tasted like mint and alcohol and his tongue was gentle over yours, a sharp contrast to the sting of his teeth when he bit your lip again. He gripped your jaw tight, thumb easing over your skin and you couldn’t hold back the moan into his mouth when he sucked lightly on the very tip of your tongue. You placed a hand on his chest and shook your head, heat pooling between your thighs as your heart hammered against your ribs.

“Take me home with you.”

You woke up to a heavily tattooed arm thrown over your stomach, someone’s soft breathing stirring the hairs on the back of your neck. The room was white and almost bare, light streaming in through floor to ceiling windows that certainly weren’t your windows. And the bed definitely was not yours. There was a light cedar wood smell in the air and panic seized you when you spotted the two open condom packets on the white beside table.

You jammed your eyes shut, nausea rolling over you in quick waves at the thought slamming against the inside of your skull. You’d cheated on Aaron. You’d had sex with another man and the worst part was you’d enjoyed it. Flashes of the night before hit you and your cheeks flushed, the phantom echos of Marcus’ grunts and the memory of his hands over every inch of your skin as he’d pushed you over the edge repeatedly. You couldn’t deny that it had been the best sex of your life, you could still feel him against you, the slow teasing drag of his body over yours, the way he only sped up his actions when you’d begged and pleaded for him.

But he wasn’t your husband. Marcus wasn’t the man you should be shaking and begging for and the guilt was hitting you like bricks. The main reason wasn’t even that you’d broken your vows, it was the fact that you never wanted to feel anyone touch you the way he did again, you never wanted Aaron to touch you again at all. Marcus shifted slightly behind you and the way he pressed against your lower back made even more memories flood back.

You phone was on the bedside table and 8:23AM blinked at you when you switched it on, heart hammering when you remembered your 11AM appointment. Getting out of bed without waking Marcus was a task, you had to slide the pillow you’d been using beneath his arm so he wouldn’t notice and then you started panicking again when you couldn’t find your clothes. You were wearing one of his shirts and with a curse under your breath you decided they’d have to do.

Your bag was on the sofa, half your things spilling out and you made a split decision when you noticed a receipt and your lipstick sitting on the cushion. You were quick in scrawling “I’m sorry” onto the receipt and leaving it on his kitchen island and then you were leaving his house as fast as possible, feet bare as you worked on calling one of your friends to pick you up.

You had marriage counselling in only a few hours and you couldn’t stop thinking about the way another man had felt as he’d fell apart on top of you, the way he’d groaned your name playing on repeat in your head as you waited. You were officially the worst person in the world and you had no idea what you were going to do about Aaron. You couldn’t stay with him after what you’d done but how do you tell someone you’ve spent seven years with that you’d had a ridiculously hot one night stand that you don’t think you’ll ever recover from? Maybe that’s the kind of thing a marriage councillor is supposed to help with.

Aaron was in the office before you, as crisp as ever and his gaze did a sweep of your body when you walked across to him. You’d wrapped yourself up in a turtleneck for fear someone would see the bruises Marcus had left behind and now you were worried Aaron was going to question your choice of clothing. Instead he just raised his eyebrows.

“You look rough, you could have at least made an effort.” You swallowed harshly at his words and the bitter sting they left behind and dug your nails into your palm.

“Busy morning. Are we to knock like normal?” Aaron just gave a shrug of his shoulders, hands brushing the sleeves of his white shirt down. He looked ridiculous, like a kid on his first day of school and for the first time you were really noticing all the things you didn’t like about him.

“Probably. I think this week we should talk about you not wanting children.” You bit into your cheek at this because Aaron never listened. You did want children just not right now when you were working constantly and your marriage was in tatters on the floor. You just let out a sigh and knocked on room 18, hands smoothing down the front of your skirt because the guilt was still gathering in the form of sweat on your palms.

“Dr Michaels said this week we’re to talk about-“ You cut yourself off as the door swung open, your stomach dropping, face instantly flushing because the man in front of you was most definitely not Dr Michaels, it was-

“Marcus.”

“Y/N?”

[helliontherapscallion]

Headcanons for SBI Sibling!Parrot Hybrid!Reader

(A/N): ope, went a little overboard with this one (also it’s not proofread, so sorry about any mistakes)

You have wings on your back (the feather pattern depends on what parrot floats your boat)

If you’re a Scarlet Macaw, Blue-and-Yellow Macaw, or Chestnut-Fronted Macaw, then you have black lines on your cheeks and heavy black lines around your eyes (think Hawks from bnha but less pointy)

If you are a Hyacinth Macaw, you have yellow markings around your eyes and mouth

If you’re a cockatiel, you have a killer mohawk/hair that is always very pointy and orange circles on your cheeks (how cute!)

I have a feeling that your hair is incredibly soft

Very sensitive wings

I feel like your teeth would be sharp and your nails would normally be fast-growing, long, and sharp

You tilt your head like impossibly far when you’re confused or trying to hear something better

Like your ear would almost be touching your shoulder

The head movements are very jerky and kinda just happen on their own when you hear something so you would have a lot of neck pain : (

You’re allergic to chocolate : (

I feel like people would underestimate you greatly and think you’re nothing except the ditzy comedic relief

Parrots are actually very intelligent

It bums you out to hear people say things like that behind your back when they think you can’t hear, but you try to not let them get to you

You give the best cuddles and are very affectionate with the people you’re close to (you’re also very cautious of strangers)

You’re also very in tune with the emotions of the people around you

You see someone sad? Head nuzzles and wing hugs

You see someone angry? You deescalate the situation the best you can and make sure they’re ok afterwards

You can dilate and contract your pupils rapidly at will

You may or may not stare at people doing it until they notice you staring or until they get creeped out

You fuck hard with any type of seed, nut, or fruit

When you get excited, it’s literally so cute??

Like you do everything parrots do

Little happy pitter patters with your feet, flutter your wings, your pupils contract and dilate rapidly, you make a ton of mob sounds

You’re easily excitable, hyper, and happy most of the time

It makes everyone happy to see you so excited so they would often go out of their way to get you things that make you happy

“Hey (y/n) I have some extra melon seeds if you want em!”

*Pupils contract and dilate rapidly*

You are loud

Like very loud

And very talkative

Like everyone knows where you are at all times

If you’re quiet and they know you’re around, either something is very wrong or they’re about to get pranked

God forbid you start to scream, your scream is loud enough to deafen someone for a brief amount of time and would leave everyone’s ears ringing for days on end

The mere mention of yours and Tommy's names together in one sentence is enough to give Philza a headache (someone give this poor man a couple of advils and a long vacation)

You two are literal demons when you’re together

Very chaotic relationship

You both like to fuck with people by sneaking up behind them

You would make mob sounds and Tommy would jump them before you two made a break for it

You and Tommy almost got killed by Techno a few times, but in your opinion the look on his face was 100% worth it every time

I feel like you would cart him up and down from the towers he builds

He could relate to being stereotyped as the stupid loud one, so he recognizes right away when you’re sad about it and will try to cheer you up

His main go to is the jukebox

Oh my god if he plays his jukebox around you, you go full send with your dancing

*AGGRESSIVE HEADBANGING*

He would laugh at your awful dancing, but he would join you eventually

Cat and Mellohi go hard

Speaking of music, Wilbur uses you as a walking soundboard

He needs a sound sample? You better prepare for spending most of your day recreating the sound

He needs back up vocals? You spend most of your day listening to his voice and other singers so you could replicate it

You don’t want to disappoint him so you try extra hard to appease his picky music composition

You kinda stress yourself out over it sometimes

When he notices (which he will, he’s very perceptive), he immediately calls it a day and has some sibling bonding time

You both bond over liking to eat strange things

Amazon macaws like to lick clay deposits on riverbanks so you like to have some on you at all times to lick when you get stressed

Wilbur carries some in a bag in his pocket and you carry a bag of sand 

Whenever one of you notices the other has a rough day, you give each other your respective stuff

You have to be sneaky with it though, Philza always takes away nonedible stuff from his children if he sees them trying to eat it (he has good intentions tho)

It always looks like a drug deal 

With Techno, I feel like he would find you incredibly annoying at first with how loud you are

He would actually start to hate you when you started to sneak up behind him 

It got to the point to whenever he would hear your voice he would get irrationally mad and have to leave the house for a few hours

He, like everyone outside your family, would think you were useless and incredibly stupid

That was until he passed Tommy’s room one day and overheard you crying and telling Tommy about your insecurities

He would spend the next few days ignoring you bc he felt bad

He would spend those days contemplating on why he treated you like he did

Coming to the realization that you were likely trying to get closer to him and you were just being yourself, making him feel like the biggest piece of shit

He totally had no idea how to confront you about this, so naturally he went to Philza (that man was literally so happy that his children were gonna start to get along)

He would spend the day gathering golden melons because he found out that you’d never tried golden melons before from Philza

When he approached you one day with an apology and some golden melons, you were suspicious at first

He hated you, so why would he get you these things if he didn’t need anything from you?

Quickly finding that his apology is genuine and he felt incredibly bad for treating you like that over the years

You picked up on his guilt pretty quickly and made quick work to reassure him

He would take you on short trips and would soon find that you’re very useful in detecting mobs and deterring creepers with cat noises

He would never admit it, but he loves it when you would scare Tommy or Wilbur, thinking it’s hilarious 

You also found out that carrying a seven and a half foot tall piglin hybrid was incredibly difficult to do, especially when flying

You two managed to get only about ten feet above the ground before your wings gave out under the strain and you fell on him

“(Y/n) has earned the achievement ‘When Pigs Fly’” flashed on everyone’s comm tablets that day

That wasn’t fun trying to explain to Philza

Philza would be ecstatic to have someone to fly with that he didn’t have to carry

He would take you on flights when you had too much energy 

Sometimes racing each other and competing to do tricks midair (which sometimes you both rope your brothers into judging)

Late night flights when you need to get your mind off from something

Watching the sunrise together in silence for once

Bonding over being able to see ultraviolet light when everyone else couldn’t

You always give him the shiny things you come across and he gives you your favorite snacks

He always fusses over your wings, sometimes preening them for you

Helping each other through molts

Matches your excitement sometimes when you’re really happy

You feel bad whenever you hear stories of how difficult you were as a baby

He’s quick to reassure you that raising you was worth it and you turned out to be a great person

But he wouldn’t be lying when he said you were a difficult infant

Your terrible twos stage? His literal hell

Philza swears he can still hear ringing from whenever you would throw tantrums as a toddler, even years after you left your toddler age

He also still has some scars from when you went through your biting phase (teething was awful for you, his poor baby)

But he’s happy he was the one that raised you, he genuinely enjoys your presence

If you’re in a really affectionate mood he is more than willing to let you cuddle up to him while he reads a book or something

WING HUGS WING HUGS WING HUGS WIN-

When he’s had a long day and is stressed out, you immediately pick up on that and do everything in your power to make sure your brothers are quiet and behaved, try to find out what made him so stressed, and sometimes go out of your way to take care of it for him

You try to be the one taking care of him for once as much because he’s taken care of you so well throughout the years

He can tell if you’re overwhelmed or upset just with one glance at your ruffled feathers and your rapidly dilating and contracting pupils

Immediately pulling you out of the situation and letting you talk it out

Whenever he finds you sad about your insecurities, he points out every part of your personality that he loves

That’s before he hunts down the person that made you feel like this (he really lives up to his title of ‘The Angel of Death’)

Overall, you wouldn’t trade your family for the world

[sennsational]

pairing : suna rintarō x gn!reader

genre : hurt/comfort

word count : 645

tw : mention of depression (albeit vaguely though)

[a/n] : i’m sorry if this is shit,,, my writing inspiration has been more dry than the sahara desert like jfc. anyway, i hope this is to someones liking T.T

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“Rin, I’m worried about you.”

It’s no secret that you have been worried for Suna’s mental health. During these past few weeks he has been acting mellow, showing no interest in the things that used to give him joy.

“Don’t be, I’m fine y/n,” is what he says in a toneless voice, almost automatically at this point. Suna is already the type of person who has difficulty expressing his feelings, but since the moment he started dating you, he got a bit better at it.

At least, that is what you thought until he locked his feelings away again. You know that he doesn’t want to worry you, but by pushing you away he will only achieve the opposite effect.

He’s been skipping out on practice, with the excuse that he has to help around the house or that he doesn’t have someone who can babysit his little sister. Granted, the team believed him at first and they didn’t make a big fuss about it until the sixth time he used the same kind of excuse. That’s when the alarm bells started to ring and they asked you to talk to him.

“Stop that, Rin. Stop pushing me away. I want to help you with whatever is bothering you, if only you let me in for once,” you plead with him, getting a hold of his hands to prevent him from walking away again. To give him the reassurance that he’s not alone.

Suna won’t look you in the eyes, his gaze directed to the floor. His shoulders hunch more than usual and his mouth forms a straight line.

“Rin, please. Don’t shut me out again,” you whisper softly as you place the palm of your hand against his cheek.

That is the moment his entire demeanor changes, like a barrier that was holding back all of his emotions up until this point when it finally cracks and the first few tears start to fall, ultimately leading to his breakdown as loud sobs echo through the room.

His body starts to shake vigorously and you waste no time as you hold him tight in your arms. Both of you slide down to the ground and you cradle him like how a parent does with their child.

“I-I can’t do this anymore, I c-can’t,” he chants over and over again, while you whisper for him to ‘let it all out’.

His voice sounds so broken, afraid and lost, as if he’s suddenly eight years-old again. A child who asks to be loved, to be heard.

You wait patiently for him to calm down from his emotional outburst, before you ask him if he’s ready to talk. He gives you a hesitant nod, before he opens his mouth.

“I feel undeserving of this life of mine. Like I’m just another fake, fucked up lost cause who doesn’t deserve a shred of worth and I’m scared of the nightmares from the past that keep haunting me,” he says gruffly, because of the crying prior.

“You’re nothing of the things you called yourself. You’re hurting, Rin. That doesn’t make you undeserving of life, nor does it mean that you’re fake or unworthy. I’m so sorry that you had to go through this mental path alone, but I promise you that you’re not alone anymore,” you speak softly as you card your hand through his chocolate brown locks, seeming to calm him down with your touch.

“I’m with you through the smiles and the tears, through the good and bad times. Please don’t push me away again. I know that it can be difficult to talk about what is hurting you. You may feel like you’re being a bother or a burden, but Rin,” you place your palm back on his cheek to redirect his face up to yours, making sure to look him straight in the eyes as you tell him the next words with honesty and sincerity.

“You will never be a burden or a bother to me, nor will you scare me away. I love you Rintarō and you are allowed to lean on me as much as you need to, I will always be here for you. We will get you out of this dark tunnel, together.”

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reblogs are appreciated !

taglist : @ara-mitsue @beautifulblhell @justanawolf @tunamiya (i’m sorry if u don’t wanna be tagged in any of my fic, pls do let me know if that’s the case ! for anyone who wants to be tagged in any of my future works, u can go ahead and sent me an ask 🥰)

© sennsational 2021 - all rights reserved. please do not copy, modify, or repost my works and claim it as yours.

[leviathans-watching]

Brothers react to the MC teaching Diavolo the WAP dance? 😂😬

the brothers' reactions to teaching diavolo WAP

includes: the brothers x/& gn!reader (no pronouns mentioned)

wc: .8k | rated t | m.list

a/n: what a funny ask! thank you for requesting!! i'll admit, i do have a tiktok, though my side of it isn't really the dance-influence side lmao. if you don't know what this is referencing just look up 'wap tiktok dance' and that should help. my inbox is open to chat or leave feedback but requests are temporarily closed!

pls reblog!!

➳ lucifer doesn’t even know what the WAP is. you expect him to be caught up on trends? he's not. at all. man is a luddite in its finest form </3. he knows you’re doing something dumb though but also knows he'll have very little luck stopping the two of you, as you and diavolo together are pushing the limits of what he can handle. you extend the offer to teach him too, and he declines, a barely covered grimace crossing his face as he listeners to the lyrics of the song. he has to force himself to babysit watch the two of you because who knows what could end up online if he wasn’t.

➳ mammon is #betrayed. he thought the WAP was your and his’ thing! no, but for real, he wants to be part of it and make sure you and diavolo don’t get too close, so he inserts himself into the lesson, claiming he’ll be the best at it. “i don’t get it!” he whines, trying to copy your movements. diavolo, who picked it up pretty easily, laughs. “again!” mammon demands, and you show him the dance, trying your best to follow along. it's a little bit sad, so you take pity on him, calling it quits for the day, but not before promising diavolo that once you see him again you can record yourselves.

➳ levi thinks this is about the funniest shit he’s ever seen. with no hesitance, he’s plopping himself down to take a seat and watch while you lead diavolo through the movements. neither of you mind, really, so it turns into levi being a coach from the floor, offering tips and critique. while the music isn’t a style he normally listens to, he’ll admit it’s catchy and that it’s probably going to be stuck in his head for the foreseeable future. getting a great idea, levi sneakily records the two of you, resolving to turn it into an edit, a compilation, something, as this footage is too gold to miss.

➳ satan sighs, nose wrinkling as he watches the two of you complete the dance with only minor mistakes and high five afterward, both beaming. the song is terrible, and the dance is even worse yet he sort of enjoys it, knowing at least lucifer will hate it more than he does. he get’s lost in watching you teach, so much so he misses diavolo asking him a question. “yes?” he eventually replies, and when you cheer it becomes clear he just agreed to learn how to do the dance. whatever. it’s not seeming as bad as it was earlier.

➳ asmo is the WAP king, okay? he can’t believe you decided to teach diavolo, but not him. “but asmo, you already know how to do it.” damn right he does. he pouts and sulks, but eventually, diavolo suggests filming a tiktok video with all three of you in it and it’s like his previous sour mood has vanished. asmo makes you film it quite a few times, waiting until he’s fully satisfied with not just hos, but all of your performances, but it’s worth it, because the three of you get insane numbers on the video, achieving tiktok stardom overnight. somehow, that leads to the three of you running a popular account that asmo is insanely proud of.

➳ beel think’s its really cool that you not only know how to do the WAP dance, but that you’re good enough to teach it. he also thinks it's really cool diavolo is willing to learn. “can i try?” he asks after he’s watched the two fo you run through it a few times. you agree, not really expecting much, but are blown away by how well beel does. “it’s just observation and knowing how to move my body,” he says sheepishly, a bit red from all the praise being lobbied his way. he politely declines to be in a video with you and diavolo, much to both of your disappointments.

➳ belphie seriously can’t believe his eyes. if he’s dreaming, then this is one fucked up dream. not only do you both look dumb, but you’re also teaching diavolo out in the open where anyone can see. yet neither of you look the least bit embarrassed, even though you’re being insanely cringey, and he feels like he has to fix that. problem is, he doesn’t know how and ends up lingering too long, meaning he gets noticed. “come join us!” you plead, and it’s hard to say no, but then diavolo speaks up and it becomes a lot easier. once he leaves he spends the next day and a half stalking your social media to check if you’ve put out a video. not because he’s curious to how it turned out, mind you, he just wants to make fun of it first.

leviathans-watching’s work - please do not repost, copy, or claim as your own

[winter-soldier-vibes]

just a wittle request, could you do something where bucky comforts the reader who has mommy issues after she has a panic attack over the thought of turning out like her mother?

Hi there, sorry this took so long! I still haven’t processed my own so I had to take a few breaks. I apologize if this is off the path of what you meant, I’m going off of my own experience but I know it’s different for everyone.

You're nothing like her.

Bucky x reader

Word count: 3219

Warnings: mommy issues, toxic childhood, talk of divorce, panic attack/anxiety, negative self-talk

A/N: This takes place in a timeline where Bucky is retired

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You did everything you could to avoid it. To avoid her

You left home as soon as you could. When you were in college you were surrounded by people who were homesick, people who wanted to go home, people who finally had to take care of themselves. Things you couldn’t relate to.

You had been supporting yourself most of your life. Not that you had much of a choice. Your dad left when you were younger, your mother blaming it on you. If you had been better, maybe he wouldn’t have left. You, being young, believed her. What else were you supposed to do, growing up in a world that preaches ‘mother knows best’?

Load of bullshit to you.

You knew better now, being an adult, that she didn’t know best. She worked or went out with friends and left you to raise yourself, telling you it was your fault when she neglected her responsibilities. And when you would get upset she would play the victim, crying ‘woe is me’ because you were so ungrateful to the person who raised you after you drove her husband out.

“You know it’s your fault right?” she had snapped at you one night at dinner. There was a graded paper, a B written on the top of it.

“What?”

“You’re the reason he left me. He just couldn’t stand you. You’re the reason why he left and why I’m so miserable now.”

You had felt tears in your eyes.

“Tears, really? Tears aren't going to change the fact that MY husband LEFT.”

Her husband, not your father.

No, you knew better now to know that what she had done and said was wrong. But that didn’t make you forget. It didn’t make it any easier for you.

You went to college, saved up as much as you could, and gave tight-lipped smiles when people asked why you didn’t go home on weekends or vacations. You tried not to talk about her much, but that didn’t stop you from thinking about her.

You had stood at your college graduation, caps thrown and loud laughs and cheers echoing around. There were a bunch of people celebrating around you, taking photos, but you had stood on the outskirts. You had a small smile on your face for everyone else, but you couldn’t help but feel empty inside. You hadn’t made many friends, not close friends, but that was a good thing. You could take the photo so no one was left out.

Not so much of a text from her. She hadn’t come, she hadn’t called or anything.

In a twisted way, you were glad that she hadn’t. She couldn’t make a big deal about how you weren’t the top of your class or how you didn’t deserve to be. How you didn’t have a job set up to start the next week even though you already were planning on submitting your resumes. There wasn’t a way to please her, so it was almost better that she wasn’t there.

You had texted her after a few days and she made up some bullshit excuse that she had forgotten to put it on the calendar.

She liked your Instagram photo though. So thoughtful

You worried you would turn out the same way. Or that she had rubbed off on you in some way. You kept to yourself as much as you could, staying in, keeping your emotions to yourself. It wasn’t that you didn’t trust people, maybe it was, but more so you were worried that you would seem like you were playing the victim.

You didn’t want to bother anyone or make anyone feel obligated to listen to you. You worried that behind your back they would complain about you being emotional or making everything about you.

You worried they would talk about you the same way you thought about your mother.

People are supposed to look to their parents to teach them what to be, yet you found yourself wanting to avoid everything your parents did to you. They taught you exactly who you didn’t want to be.

Your father left. Your mother hated you.

You didn’t share your opinions because you didn’t want to be told you were wrong. You didn’t want to force your ideas onto anyone. Not like what you said would make a difference anyway, not that it mattered in the first place.

You remembered all of the sentences you would start but not finish because no one had heard you. Trying to jump in a few times and eventually giving up when the conversation had moved onto a new subject. All the times people would interrupt or interject, making you feel like you didn’t have something to say that was worth hearing.

You thought it would get better when you got a job. But the pressure you put on yourself to do well in school was transferred to the job you had gotten. You still were afraid that people saw yourself as your mom used to and that you would never be good enough for anyone. You thought that achievements would make you feel fulfilled.

But if you didn’t believe in yourself, what were a few “job well done's” supposed to do?

It made it hard to get into a relationship. People say that “you have to love yourself before you can love someone else,” but that didn’t feel so true to you. It was more that you didn’t trust yourself to love someone else. You worried about hurting whoever you were with, and you told yourself that if you didn’t get close to anyone, you couldn’t hurt them.

But then you ran into him.

He was on a morning run and you were walking home from a night shift, both too tired to see each other coming. You because you had just finished a shift, him because he was running off the nightmare he had had the night previous. Both of you craving a sleep that seemed just out of reach.

You were very apologetic, as was he, both afraid that you had hurt the other. You avoided his eyes even though they were trained anywhere but your own, as he fiddled with his gloved hands and you scratched the back of your neck.

It was the first time either of you had seen someone as unsure as yourselves

You had parted ways with only each other's names. Bucky and y/n.

The two of you crossed paths a few times in the following weeks, eventually getting each other’s phone numbers and agreeing to meet for coffee rather than hoping the other left at the right time. Eventually, the subtle nervous tics each of you had died down as you got to know each other.

For the most part.

You still overly apologized for everything. If you were a few minutes late, if you spaced out...you took the blame for everything.

Traffic had been bad, a storm and an accident causing you to be 5 minutes late rather than 15 minutes early. You had run into the coffee shop, scanning the restaurant with wide eyes when you saw Bucky sitting there casually.

“I am so so so sorry, I should’ve left earlier, there was an accident, I’m so sorry I’m late -”

“Y/n, don’t worry about it,” he had said, a smile on his face and a slight flash of concern on his face. “Seriously, it’s a couple of minutes. It’s literally fine.”

“No, I’m really sorry, I should’ve known or called or something.”

“Relax. It’s totally fine, I promise,” he had said, concern a little more present on his face. “Are you okay though?”

“What? Yeah, I’m good. How have you been with everything?

You wouldn’t let him talk about you. The same way your mother never let you talk about yourself.

Don’t think about her.

He had started opening up to you but you still kept your personal life under lock and key. Your name, how work was, and your physical well-being was about as personal as you got. Even so, if work had been a shit show or you had to pull an all-nighter would go unspoken. He didn’t need the burden of your personal issues. Not when there was nothing he could do about it.

The past was the past, you just had to learn how to get over yourself.

You couldn’t change what your mother had said over a decade ago.

You worried if you talked about yourself at all then you would be making the situation about you. You worried you would project your anger or sadness onto him. He didn’t deserve that. Plus, it wasn’t like he would be able to do anything, right?

You promised yourself you wouldn’t let him get too close. That if he didn’t get close to you, you couldn’t hurt him.

But damn, you’d be lying if you said you didn’t start developing feelings for him. And from the way he had started acting, you thought maybe he was too.

The hugs that were ever so slightly too tight or when he smiled at you a little longer than normal. He had opened up to you about many things in his past, and from the way he talked about it, you could tell he hadn’t talked about it much with anyone else.

You found comfort in your friendship, the way he trusted you. You liked being there for him, and you were honored that he trusted you enough to open up to you. Yet it also made you uneasy that you would ruin it in some way or drive him out.

The same way your mom drove out your father.

Goddamn it don’t think about her.

The closer you got and the closer you and Bucky had gotten, the more nervous you were. That you would turn out like your mother. You were having a harder time keeping to yourself, keeping up the façade that everything was all bright in your world. You wanted to be a light for everyone.

But at some point, days turn to nights and the light gives way to the darkness.

And you weren’t sure how much time you had left before you cracked.

Bucky had started making small moves towards you, and you were trying your best to deflect them in efforts to not fall flat on your face for him. He came over Wednesday nights for a movie and take out with you, and what started as being on two opposite ends of the couch had moved to being next to each other to him having his arm wrapped around you. Sometimes you felt he was a little too close and you would either shift away or get up to grab another drink or ‘use the bathroom’.

When you came back you would make an attempt to sit a bit further away.

Sometimes when Bucky would say goodbye at the end of the night he would hug you. That was nothing new, you were both big on hugs, but lately, he had been hugging you longer or tighter, lingering a few moments longer than could be platonic. You had started ending the hugs earlier, giving him a small squeeze before pulling away.

It wasn’t that you didn’t want to be with Bucky. It was that you were so scared that you would drive him away, leaving you as soon as you had started calling yourself his.

Which is what brought you here. Bucky had come over for another one of your movie nights and had his arm behind the couch rather than around you. An invitation for you to curl into his side, but he wanted you to make that choice. Eventually, you had found yourself curled up with him, his arm wrapped around you, and you could feel the tension.

You wanted to move away before you found yourself in too deep, but you couldn’t resist. It had been a long day and you found comfort with Bucky. Bucky turned his face slightly towards yours, kissing the side of your temple and you felt butterflies in your stomach. Your mind told you to shift away, to not let him get too close, but you found yourself turning your head towards Bucky and he leaned forward to kiss you gently.

After a moment you broke away, emotion taking over you. “I’m sorry, Bucky, I - I can’t do this,” you said, resting your forehead against his.

“Why not?” Bucky whispered, looking into your eyes.

Because I’ll hurt you.

I’ll disappoint you.

I’ll drive you away and I can’t lose the best thing that’s happened to me.

You sighed, standing up and moving away from Bucky. You couldn’t say those things to him out loud. Not without the entire story. And you weren’t ready to share all of that with him.

Bucky stood up with you, afraid he had just ruined the friendship or whatever relationship he had with you. “Y/n, wait, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable.”

You had already left the room and couldn’t really hear him over the sound of your thoughts.

This wasn’t supposed to happen

I wasn’t supposed to let this happen

How could I be so stupid?

You were feeling tears in your eyes and Bucky followed you, afraid of what he did. Your breathing was picking up and you had started mumbling some of these things to yourself.

“Y/n, what’s happening, what did I do?”

You shook your head “You didn’t do anything, but I need you to leave, please,” you said, trying to hide your emotions. You hated being like this.

“I’m not going anywhere y/n, just tell me what’s wrong.”

“Get the fuck out of here Bucky! I don’t want your help!” you snapped suddenly, Bucky looking taken aback before your eyes widened.

“Oh god…”

You shook your head and started crying harder, stumbling over your words. “I’m sorry I didn’t mean it like that, I didn’t mean to yell, I’m so sorry Bucky please don’t leave I'm so sorry.”

Bucky came forward and hugged you gently and you cried into his shirt. He whispered comforting words into your ear as you tried to breathe, embarrassed at how vulnerable you were being.

Bucky kept his breathing slow and even, trying to get you to match him. He had no idea what was happening but he knew he needed you to calm down before he asked. Whatever it was had to be something deep, and you weren’t in the space to talk about it right now.

He brought you over to sit on the corner of your bed, still hugging you as you cried. You were mumbling out apology after apology but Bucky wasn’t having any of it. He kept hugging you, telling you that he wasn’t going anywhere and that you were safe. He had never seen you so upset, or upset at all to begin with.

After you had calmed down a bit, Bucky asked you again what had happened. You shook your head, not knowing what to say.

“I’ve opened up about so many things to you, right?” he pulled back to look at you.

You nodded slightly.

“And you’ve never judged me for any of it.”

You shook your head this time.

“Then why can’t you let me do the same for you?”

You took a deep breath, fiddling with your hands. “I don’t wanna hurt you,” you said, not meeting his eyes.

Bucky drew his eyebrows together, still confused. “Y/n, you’ve been the nicest person I’ve ever met. How would you hurt me?”

You were already shaking your head. “No, see, that’s what’s gonna happen. I’m gonna be nice and sweet and...and I’m gonna fall in love with you, and you’re gonna fall in love with me. A-and then I’m gonna let you down over and over again and snap at you for things that aren’t your fault and...and you’ll get sick of it and leave and I’m going to hate myself for it, okay?”

“Hey, hey, slow down,” Bucky held your shoulders as they started shaking. You brought a hand to cover your mouth, Bucky hushing you again. “What are you talking about? Where is this coming from?”

You took a shaky breath as you ran a hand over your face. “I’m just like her, Bucky. I told myself I would never let myself be like her…”

“Like who?” Bucky asked, blood already boiling at who made you feel like this.

Her.

You weren’t supposed to think about her.

You promised yourself.

“Y/n, stay with me here,” he said, guiding your face back to look at him. “Who?”

“My mother.”

Bucky looked at you for a moment. “What?”

“You know, mothers bring you into the world. They say a mother knows when something is wrong with their kid, that babies are put on their mother’s chest because the skin-to-skin contact starts the bonding process. They’re supposed to protect you, and love you, and take care of you. But then you start to get older and it’s your fault that you were born when you didn’t ask, or your dad left and it’s your fault before you even knew he was gone. All I wanted was to be told what to do and all she would do is tell me what I did wrong. I can’t be like her and the older I get the more scared I am that I’m going to hurt everyone the way that she hurt my father and me.”

You had started crying again as Bucky looked at you, both broken-hearted and furious that someone would make you feel this way. Not to mention it was your own mother.

You took another shaky breath. “I thought the world of her when I was younger. And she barely even gave me the time of day. I keep telling myself that I’m not what she thought of me, but what if I am?” you shook your head again. “And I am so scared that I’m just like her.”

“Y/n, look at me, I need you to look at me when I say this, okay?” he cupped your face with both hands, wiping away your tears with the pads of his thumbs as he looked into your eyes. “You are nothing like your mother.”

You let out a small sob. “You don’t know her.”

“I don’t need to,” he said firmly. “You are kind and gentle. You work hard and you make sure that everyone is taken care of before you even consider yourself. You aren’t going to scare me away or hurt me.” He wiped fresh tears from your eyes. “You are your own person, your mother has no say in who you get to be. Who you are. You are not your mother, and you never will be.” he said, still holding your gaze.

You held his gaze a little longer, knowing he believed what he was saying. You didn’t, not quite yet, but maybe if he believed in you, you could too. You nodded slightly, giving him the smallest of smiles. “Thank you.”

Bucky returned the small smile. “You know I love you, right?”

“I love you too,” you said, smiling.

You meant it, and you knew he did too. And maybe one day, you would love who you’d become too.

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Disrespected Devil

Wordcount: -4K

Lucifer x F!Reader

Summary: When you disrespect the demon king, Lucifer is forced to say goodbye to you.

Genre: Angst, smutt, slight fluff, but tbh just angst

A/N: So another first. Not only my first time writing for the Obey me fandom (I have a major Obey me brain rot), but also my first time writing angst and I felt depressed after finishing this (which I did a second ago). I love Diavolo, but I needed a reason for the goodbye to happen so even if his dad is the villain, he is the one to execute it... Hope you enjoy this story.

Warning: NSFW, mentioning of being paralyzed I guess.

‘’What’s with Luci today?’’ ‘’He looks more pissed of than usual…’’ ‘’He probably listened to classical music too long and forgot his homework.’’ ‘’Lucifer forgetting his homework will never happen, but if it did he would look like this.’’ Hearing all those whispers during dinner time is nothing new for you. Tonight is different though. You know why he’s mad and you know who’s the blame. But it’s not as if you don’t have a reason to be just as upset. As dinner slowly ends you know there is only a small gap to avoid a situation. ‘’Beel, how about we go bake something for later this evening?’’ You say, as you cling onto the huge redhead. You know that food is a trigger and you know that this is the way to hide from HIM. ‘’Alright, sounds delicious!’’ He doesn’t seem to notice the way you hold onto him for dear life and the same goes for the others. Clearly, they’ve gotten so used to you that it’s not even necessary to be by your side 24/7. It’s not as if they know tonight will be the last time they see you. It’s a small moment of weakness and you feel your heart clench by the thought of leaving those boys. It’s enough to make you lose your grip on Beel's arm. Enough to bend over, because it physically hurts to leave them behind and enough for Lucifer to finally notice you and come to your aid. ‘’Beel, I think she ate something wrong. No cake tonight, I will see her to her room.’’

And with that, he scoops you up and takes you upstairs. Of course, your room is not an option. It’s way too close to the other rooms. No place to yell. No, Lucifer’s room is soundproof. Made for his nights spent with loud classical music and also made for the occasional screaming match with one of his brothers. As he enters the room, he carefully puts you down on his bed. ‘’Are you feeling alright, Y/n?’’ He says as he lays his palm against your forehead. The feeling of sadness is gone, already replaced by nerves. You know what’s coming. You know you won’t hold back. Will this be your last fight with Lucifer? The question never makes it to the surface, because the moment you nod your head in ensurement, Lucifer opens his mouth. ‘’Good, because you have no idea how foolish you acted today.’’  As mentioned before this room reminds you of the occasional screaming matches he must’ve had with his brothers, but never with you. Pissing Lucifer off is easy. You’ve done that plenty of times. Even made him show his true form, but making him scream, that is something you never achieved. Still, it is worth the try. Tonight is your last chance. As you get up you take a look at his face. What faces you is the cold expression he usually shows when he’s done with someone’s bullshit. The expression you have already mirrored back to him. ‘’So you are going to ignore me?’’ I’m not going to answer him. ‘’Are you serious?’’ I am not going to say a word. ‘’Should I spell out what you did?’’ Don’t say a thing. ‘’You just signed your death certificate.’’ His voice cracks and even though it’s far from the scream you aimed for. It’s still the first sign of emotion from the man you care about so much. ‘’Diavolo didn’t seem upset by what I said?!’’ You can’t help but talk louder. especially after being silent for the past few minutes. ‘’ As if he is going to kill me? ME?! And ruin the bonds that are being formed with the humans?’’

You can feel the tears in your eyes, this fight might’ve been about you being disrespectful in some way, but for you it was different. All this time getting closer with all the brothers. All this time loving them. All this time being there for them. It made you realize that the only one who made it difficult was him. With every step getting closer to each other; there were always a few steps back. An obsession with keeping up appearance, an obsession over a promise he would keep no matter what, an obsession with being a stuck-up asshole; That was Lucifer in a nutshell for you. And still, you couldn’t help being drawn to him. As a moth drawn to a flame. Even when the flame could easily kill the moth. Just as easily Lucifer could kill you. And it’s not as if he hadn’t tried that before. ‘’Y/n, You disrespected his father. I had to bargain for you to even leave the castle. The first time I trusted you enough to take you with me alone. And this is how you behave? You know what he wanted to do to Belphegor…’’ You know this story is his weakness. The reason he ended up becoming the lapdog of his so-called best friend. Still, it only makes you more upset to hear him say it. Even when you can hear the slightest hint of emotion in his voice; his eyes stay just as cold as usual. ‘’He is your best friend, isn’t he? He is my friend too, right? You always do this Lucifer! You always get mad over things and it never solves anything. You get mad at me for having fun. You get mad at me for trying to help. You get mad at me for trying to get closer to you. You don’t share things with me! Maybe Diavolo should’ve locked me up. Might as well get myself killed; it’s not as if you never tried to kill me…’’ Your voice is loud as you speak, but his silence is louder. He just stares at you and then it happens.

It’s not that you’re scared you’ve seen his true form before. It’s just as beautiful as him, but it’s also something that happens when he’s full of rage, just as that one time he tried to kill you. You can feel yourself freeze under his gaze. You can feel yourself moving away from him until you reach the headboard of his bed. Still, he moves closer. Until his lips are inches away from your ears. No screams, only whispers; what a way to say goodbye. ‘’DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA OF WHAT IS EVEN GOING ON?!’’ You are so shocked by the volume of his voice, the bass it carries, that it takes some time to realize he has more to say. Your ear is beeping as he moves his lips away and locks his gaze onto you. ‘’DIAVOLO IS NOT THE FUCKING PROBLEM, Y/N, HIS DAD IS. YOU INSULTED THE KING OF DEVILDOM IN FRONT OF HIS SON AND MULTIPLE WITNESSES. DIAVOLO CAN’T DO SHIT ABOUT THAT.’’ Only now do you notice the way his hands are gripping your arms; The way his expression has changed from cold to almost desperate. ‘’That guy has only been able to do what his dad wanted. Our friendship is real, but if his father told him to kill me, he would do it without hesitation. Do you really think he would think twice about killing you? IF HE WOULD KILL ME -HIS BEST FRIEND- IN AN INSTANT?” You notice the tears in his eyes. Lucifer is screaming and crying, but this isn’t a win. Before your heart breaks again, his arms are around you and his face is hidden in your neck, but that doesn’t stop the words. ‘’I had to send you away. I had to be cold. They know I care about you, but not to this extent. I had to pretend it was for the sake of the bonds. After you left I had to beg on my knees for your survival. I had to beg. The avatar of pride begged someone on his knees. It was all Lillith over again…’’

There is nothing you can say to fix this. It might’ve slipped your mind while you were there. But you were surrounded by royalty. What might’ve seemed innocent for you, was clearly a lot for them and now you had to leave everyone you loved behind. You can feel the tears fall from your eyes. “I’m sorry Luci, I truly am.” It won’t help, but it’s the least you can say as you look up into his eyes. He is still in his true form, but even with his wings all spread out, he has never looked more vulnerable. There is a sad smile on his lips as he caresses your cheek. “I know you are, you fool.” He says with no trace of the rage he had before. “ I don't want to leave you all…I don't want to leave you!” You know that you sound like a small child that already knows he lost and that’s exactly what you feel like. “It’s too late for that now, Y/n. Diavolo gave me tonight to say my goodbyes.”  You try to distract yourself by focusing on his raven colored wings. “So that means I can’t say goodbye to the rest…”  The pain is back. Never being a fool with Mammon, never dressing up with Levi, doing make-up with Asmo, reading books with Satan, eating with Beel or sleeping with Belphie.  You can’t help but grab your chest again. “Are you okay?” Lucifer is supporting you within seconds as he asks the question. “No I’m not, but atleast I get to say goodbye to you.”  And as you look up he leans in and gives you a tiny peck on the lips. “I’ve wanted to do that for quite some time.” He lets out. You can’t help but smile as you pull him back towards you. “Let's make it a proper goodbye then.” You whisper as you pull him back to your lips.

It’s not like it’s your first kiss with Lucifer, but it’s the last and that’s what makes it so much more special. It’s the combination of mutual sadness and desperation, the hint of rage still brewing somewhere deep inside the both of you. He knows your body, the way it will arch when he pushes you all the way down onto the bed. The tiny gasps when he starts kissing your neck. The way you look away when he starts kissing all the way down your body. ‘’Please keep looking at me, dear. I want you to see how much I am going to miss you.’’ It’s enough to make your heart flutter, the way he starts to attack your core with his tongue right away. It’s obvious he is in a hurry, but even with all the sadness, it’s the best way there is. You can’t help your moans; You’re lucky his room is soundproof. He’s fast, maybe too fast, but with everything that’s going on, it’s the best you can get. And that’s what it is. The best, because within a few minutes you can feel yourself starting to reach that point. The knot in your stomach tightens. your hands end up in his hair and with one loud moan, you erupt around him.

‘’I know that Mammon claims he was your first… in multiple ways… and not to discredit my brother, but I intend to be your last in all of them.’’  He says as he looks at you while he licks his lips. Him saying those words, the way he just made you lose your mind. It feels good, after all the fighting, teasing, kisses and losses , you’re with the man you love. You don’t want to ruin the mood. You’re really trying, but the moment you hear yourself thinking about loving him, about leaving him, about leaving his brothers, you just break. The tears start to form in your eyes and as you try to wipe them away you feel something on your arms. Lucifer. His eyes are cold again as he moves up to face you. ‘’Don’t hide your tears. I am just as sad.’’ He takes a long look at you, lets out a sign, and lays next to you as he caresses your back. ‘’I don’t want to play the ‘’Who has it worse’’ game, truly, I don’t want to, but in all the years I’ve been in heaven and hell, you’re the first human to have ever make my blood boil. Both from nerves and anger nonetheless, but losing you. Losing the one that made my family whole, the one that makes me feel all these emotions, the one that I love, hurts.’’ You can’t help but raise your brow. when he notices your expression he lets out a laugh.

You feel his hand grab your chin and suddenly your lips are only inches apart. ‘’I know you love me, Y/n. I’ve always known. Falling for you, was what surprised me.’’ You can’t help, but roll your eyes at him. Trying to ignore the way his hand feels on your back. The way it slowly moves it’s way to your hips. ‘’You know I do love all your brothers quite a lot too…’’ You say with all the confidence you have left. ‘’I know you do, but still I am the one that has you laying here. Practically begging for more.’’ He let’s out a chuckle as he pulls you closer. ‘’Let’s end this conversation, there’s not enough time.’’ And with that he’s on top of you. You know there isn’t much time, but when he starts to unbotton his shirt it’s as if time slows down. Of course he notices your looks and can’t help to give you a sly smirk. ‘’Don’t worry your next.’’ Is all he says as he takes his shirt off and starts tugging on yours. After your shirt is taken off he takes a look at your body and all you see is adoration on his face. ‘’I want to see all of you.’’ It makes your body flutter. ‘’You’re absolutely breathtaking.’’ He whispers. All this praise makes you feel weak. You try to grab his face, but as you put your arms up they fall down. You feel weak. Not because of his words, but something else. You see Lucifers expression change, the adorations is switched to concern, then back to concentration and before you know it he scoops you in his arms and makes you straddle him.

He’s looking at you, but not really. Obviously talking to himself. ‘’He wanted to be sure…’’ And as he says it he’s back. Back to giving you a sad smile. ‘’What’s going on?’’ Is all you let out. Is all you can let out, as you feel your body weighing more and more. He notices you getting weaker, making sure your settled between him and the headboard of the bed, before he speaks again. ‘’I think it’s time… Barbatos must’ve cast a spell… something that gave us a time limit. The probably knew it would be hard saying my goodbyes to you. Now I’m forced to make haste, just to make sure you’re safe.’’ You can’t even respond. You can move, but barely and all you can do is watch as Lucifer grabs his shirt. As he moves away from you, you’re sure of it. No this is not the way we’re going to say our goodbyes. It needs to be on our terms. Of course those words never leave your lips, but with all the power you have you reach out to him and as he looks back you let out a: ‘’No...not like this.’’ And maybe it’s the few words you’ve spoken, or the way your arm is trembling from all the power it takes to hold on to him, but he crawls back to you. His face is right above yours and if it’s not your eyes making it obvious what you want, you’re mouth will do. ‘’Take me…’’ It’s not a lot of words, but with the face you’re making and the fact that you guys were just in the middle of it, it doesn’t take much guessing. You can see that he’s thinking about it, obviously worried for you, but you can see his eyes change the moment it clicks.

His wings ar still there and you wished you could touch them, feel them one last time, but you should be lucky by what you can still get.’’I used to be a rebel, so why not know.’’ He laughs quietly before he lays you flat on your back.  ‘’I’m going to take care of you my love, promise me to let me know when it’s too much or when you want to stop.’’ You nod your head and you know that your eyes tell him all he needs to know. How bad you want him, how even when you were able to just talk normally, you would want this goodbye to be said only in silence. His body is hovering over yours, his hand touching your neck, giving you goosebumps. ‘’Does this feel nice?’’ he whispers as his hands move towards your breasts. You can only let out a tiny gasp and that tells him enough. ‘’I wish we had more time…’’ Is all he says as his finger enters your core. The moan that escapes you is loader then the both of you would’ve expected. As he continues to stretch you out with one hand, his other starts to prep his cock. ‘’Wish I could… do that for you.’’ You manage to say. You can’t keep your eyes from him. The way he’s hovering over you. His finger inside of you and the way you can’t do anything except for your stares, moans and gasps. ‘’All I want is to feel you right now, my love.’’

And with that he places the tip right in front of your entrance. He makes sure your faces are only inches apart and as he slowly slides into you, his arms make there way to your sides. He’s holding you as he bottoms out in you and the only thing you can do is let out a long moan. He starts moving slowly, tender, putting all his love in every trust. He’s the only one speaking from time to time. ‘’I love you’s’’ and ‘’You feel so good’ s’’ are filling the room. All that praise, all the love in his eyes. The fact that he’s not only literally hitting all your spots, but also the spots in your mind, is what does it for you. You feel yourself unravel under him. You’re so close, that you start to tear up. Your eyes are filled with tears, mostly because of how good this feels, the fact that you’re making love on stolen time, but also because the time is probably running out soon. Lucifer never increases his speed. When he notices your tears he quickly wipes them away and as his hand caresses your swollen cheek he whispers:  Don’t cry, my love, let us enjoy these last moments.’’ And just as he is about to give you a kiss on the lips you whisper a soft ‘’Love you Lucifer.’’ You notice his eyes being red as well and it’s devastating, but it feels so good. the way he keeps a steady pace has you reaching your peak and these final ‘’I love you’s’’, the final kisses is all you need to feel yourself tightening around him. He’s close too, because the moment he feels you tighten around his cock he gives you one firmer stroke and that’s all he needs to cum inside of you. He falls next to you and quickly takes you in his arms. ‘’I wish we could stay like this forever. I would sell my soul… but I guess in some way my soul has already been sold.’’ And all you can do is give him a sad smile before your eyes close.

Lucifer knew that it was time. You were starting to feel cold, too cold. After putting on some clothes and making sure you were fully clothed, he grabbed the coin Barbatos had given him. ‘’Use this before the time runs out.’’ So he had warned him for the curse. He knew he couldn’t be mad at his friends. He couldn’t be mad at you, he could only blame himself. He had shown his weakness by loving you. But you loved his brothers, loved him, despite all he stood for, without any shame. And even with the way it felt like he was going to lose you forever, it still meant the world he had the honor of getting to know you. The moment the coin was thrown a portal started to form and as he grabbed your cold body the darkness swallowed the two of you. As he opened his eyes he saw nothing, but darkness. It took a few minutes to notice that he was in a room. It must’ve been yours, because he noticed a picture of you next to a bed. He was going to take the picture, he was a rebel after all. As he tucked you in, he was at a loss for words. So all he could do was give you one last kiss on the forehead. Not being able to stop the tears falling from his eyes. ‘’Goodbye, my love…’’ and as the darkness was about to swallow him, he couldn’t help but leave one more thing behind. A raven feather, just for good measure. Returning to the Devildom was going to be almost as hard as leaving you here. He was once again going to be the villain in yet another story… the story of how he lost you.

You wake up to sunlight. Too much of it. Why aren’t your curtains closed? Wait, you have to get out of bed, it’s your turn to cook for everyone. Everyone? You live by yourself… right? It feels like you had a weird dream, but you can’t remember it. All you feel is sadness. As if you’ve lost something or someone important. The pain hits you so hard that the moment you try to stand your legs give out and you lay on the ground as tears fill your eyes. It hurts, but you don’t know why. As your hands try to find some grip to get up, you feel something soft. A feather. A raven black feather. It’s weird, but it feels comforting. Before you can help yourself, your lips are already on it and even when you should be grossed out by it, you plan to cherish the little trinket...