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jazjelspen · 2 months

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my angel baby (part 6)

alastor w/ angel daughter reader

(notes: alastor's adoptive daughter is in hell, let's hope she doesn't get eaten alive!)

(the singing lines you'll encounter were meant to not be in order.. you'll understand once you read it hehe >:) )

(caution: alastor being lowkey a bit manipulative? not too terrible but just word of caution.)

(tags: @maksdust @willowwillflower @sunshinesetsstuff @0willowwisp0 @projectdreamwalker @1potato2rulethemall @just-here-reading @avitute @pooplyface1423 @insomniacfigure @mo-0-o @thekanrojimitsuri2 @nevermorekisses @wildfire153 )

my editor <3: @kruncher

Rosie finished her sentence by patting your shoulder gently before her hands finally rested on the handle of her umbrella once more.

You fiddled with your hands as you shined an awkward smile.. you looked like a child about to give a powerpoint presentation to a class.

You then chose to immediately face the Princess once again, eyes on her entirely "but.. um.. Yes!.. Princess Charlie, I saw you at the courtroom presenting your case and I just have to say I'm very inspired!... and I would like to contribute to your cause somehow!.." you paused yourself from speaking too much into it.. wanting to save certain parts for only her ears to hear.

"I also would need to get back home.. and I know you have that sort of influence in Hell to get me a way in Heaven again!-- o...oh..-"

You felt your skin crawl as you barely acknowledged a suddenly teleported Alastor to your side, his staff holding up your injured wing gently to get a good look at the bandaged injury.. his eyes narrowing and a 'hmm' softly escaping his throat.

A threatening spark in his eye flashed which resulted in your injured wing suddenly moving away from him, despite that flash not being for you specifically.

In his usual Alastor fashion he seemed very collected, but it was a bit obvious he was much intrigued at your presence and your bandage.

Charlie seemed to finally catch her bearings, moving a few frazzled strands of hair away from her face. "Well.. Welcome either way! We can definitely do that! I will admit I only managed to get through to heaven thanks to my dad but I'm sure he can come up with some sort of way to get you back home!" she seemed to look at your halo and wings, your status as an angel very well seen and she was honestly a bit frazzled by a 'winner' falling down in here all of a sudden.

Rosie gently laid her hand on Alastor's shoulder "Poor little thing ain't she? Susan got her wing real good but I fixed her up right in the nick of time! no infection will harm her further."

Alastor's radio shriek happened again but in a much softer pitch "Susan did this?" There was a quick pause before Alastor spoke up again, "Oh I'll have to talk with Susan soon! How impolite could that old woman be! The senior citizens these days.." he rolled his eyes in a playful manner before Charlie spoke up again.

"Well!-- _____ was it? Let me see if I can get Vaggie to sho--"

"Nonsense!" Interrupted Alastor, almost practically jumping in between Charlie and yourself with a very odd excitement. "Why, I'll help of course! It is quite simple just taking a new guest to their new room!"

Charlie smiled half heartedly "Alastor that's so helpful of you! Just.. don't scare our guest please. I know how interesting you can.. get." the end of her sentence dragged on, as if dreading what he's capable of doing. "Oh and no deals! This is a freedom-oriented place! We don't want any souls to be collected here please.." she then just gave you two a thumbs up, a bit exhausted but still uplifting.

"Meanwhile I'll talk to Rosie here about her cannibals and how we intend to also keep them safe! While they also get their-- fill!.."

Alastor seemed to slither his arm around yours, elbows interlocking. "How exciting! There's so much to show you around here in the Hazbin Hotel! Gosh it'll make you wish to stay down here forever!" A loud cackle could be heard from him that eventually morphed into a bunch of static-covered laugher.

Your body froze as you were dragged away by Alastor up the velvet red steps, not even getting a chance to properly thank Rosie and Charlie.

You're stuck with him now.

Lucky you.

Getting dragged by Alastor was as if a swarm of wasps was lingering on your arm; absolutely nerve-wrecking.

You stayed quiet as he continued to ramble, talking nonsense about hell, the hotel, how he thought of the name and the design.. basically bragging. It all went in one ear and out the other.

"--isn't that right darling?"

huh?

Your senses came back to you and your eyes flickered up to him once before looking down. "Oh.. my bad I didn't catch that.."

Alastor stopped in his tracks which immediately caused you to stop in yours. There was a pause..

"Why, my dear, since when have I ever had to repeat anything to you? You hardly ever daydreamed like this before!"

You let out a shaky exhale through your nose, "Yea.. sorry." you spoke in a subtle sarcastic way.

He shook his head, his tongue clicking into minor sounds of 'tsk tsk.' "Oh _____ darling there's no need to be so formal! I'm your father! Not a stranger."

You scoffed, "You seem to enjoy treating me like one."

His eyes narrowed down at you; you wanted to burst into a cold sweat just like that.

"It's better that way, you have absolutely no clue about how animalistic these sinners can be!"

He let his arm uncurl around yours to stand in front of a hotel room door with one of the miscellaneous hotel numbers at the top, his hand covering over the door knob as a green glowing hue forced it to open with a single 'click', a key suddenly spawning and dropping right into the palm of his clawed hand.

Your nose scrunched up in slight disgust "Oh I, in fact, do have a clear idea.. "

Alastor didn't respond to your comment but simply took your hand and had your palm face upward, dropping the cold obsidian key on your skin.

"Your key to your new quarters! If there's any issues with it, do let us know how we can fix it for you."

Your fingers closed your hand around the item and held it tightly against your chest in a defensive stance.

"Uh huh.." you then skimmed past him to walk through the door, your free hand clenching onto the handle of your travel bag in stress.

"Although, I'm simply dying to know--" Alastor's haunting voice caused you to freeze, your head slowly tilted to look behind you with a chill down your spine. Alastor's eyes radiated red, red as sin.

"Why exactly did you think it was a swell idea to drop aaaall the way down here?" His arm holding up his came pointing up and slowly down as he stretched out the word 'all', insinuating falling down from heaven.

"And somehow doing that while still staying pure as snow? Oh darling, I just must know!"

You huffed a sigh out your nose and rolled your eyes,

"You know, I really admire how hard you try to ask questions when you know I'm not gonna tell you anything."

"_______, even a blind and deaf man would know that voluntarily going down here is practically a suicide! And I know you, you must've thought of this real well hmm? Risking getting gutted like a fish?"

"What would you like to know.." you mumbled as you then proceeded to close the door on him, your back slowly turning towards him.

Until the door was harshly tugged back to stay open, looking over to see Alastor gripping the other end of the door knob.

He laughed, it intimidated and irritated you "My darling you seem to forget who I am. I'm no stranger, I didn't spend the entirety of my glory 20s and 30s to raise you alone just for you to attempt to disown me. Besides.. you still need me my dear.

After all.. I was the one that held you when the thunder refused to subside, I built you a home.. a wonderful home that others would live in with pride!"

He grabbed your hand yet again to pull you out once more, twirled you suddenly and pointed at your current outfit, a bit dirty with faint spots of dirt on certain spots from first hitting that dumpster when you first got here.

"Don't even have to mention the elephant in the room.. just simply look at you! Fragile as a flower, still a little sampling.. just a sprout." He next pointed at your wings, ears, and halo during the duration of his phrase. His tone slowly morphing into a familiar sing-song voice and melody you could have sworn was something from your childhood.

You scoffed "Okay that's nice and all but can I just g--"

"Father knows best! listen to your father, It's a scary world out there, " He teleported behind you in the opposite direction of where you were facing you, a hand on your shoulder as his shadow morphed into a more terrifying form for you to gasp and shriek at.

"Father knows best, one way or another something will go wrong-- I swear!" You couldn't help but stumble a few steps back in shock and fear from seeing that shadow again, causing you to trip over your feet and end up getting thrown by gravity down to the floor in a sit-up position.

"Oh look! Sloppy, underdressed, immature, clumsy, please--" he walked up to you, bending down to grab your hand once more to pull you up harshly. His eyes glowing while closely meeting yours as his shadow laughed in the background menacingly "They'll eat you up alive!"

As he playfully shouted his words in that familiar sing-song melody that you couldn't exactly tap into at this moment, he yet continued to hold up your right hand up in the air and the other proceeded to hold your left.. he was now twirling you around across the hall diverting slightly far from your open hotel room as if you were both dancing in a mix of 30s and classic ballroom dancing. You tried to push him away but his grip was fierce and the sudden dancing confused you, making you unable to properly think about your next move.

"Father's right here, father will protect you, darling here's what I suggest!" He then finally stopped at the foot of your door, your vision getting a bit woozy from the intense spinning Alastor put you through. "Skip the drama, stay with papa--"

"Alastor for fucks sake!-" you finally exclaimed, rubbing your eyes and taking a moment to relax your eyes to recover from your previous state.

"I can handle myself! I know ways to protect my own skin and none of them involve you!" You panted as you stomped your way back in your given room, this time gripping the door handle with a grip you've never had before.

"Now go do whatever it is you do, and leave me alone!" you slammed the door in his face and locked it as quickly as you could, eventually throwing your bag on your new and neat bed with a huff.

You've never felt so much anger before since you were living and breathing-- these complicated emotions rising in you like a volcano that sat dormant for centuries until finally erupting and exploding fire and skin-melting magna. This all came out with you lashing out and now even wanting to tear up a bit since you always hated fighting-- with him, with anyone. It hurt. More than it should have.

You simply crawled on your bed and held yourself, knees up to your chest and arms around your knees. Comforting yourself in the only way you knew how.

God, you hoped this trip in the end turned out to be worth it.

Alastor on the other hand simply smirked, your stubbornness will be no match to his own and he will be sure of that.

"Goodness. Even after all these years, the temper tantrums will never cease." He let out a small pitched 'hm' as he turned on his heel to head back to the Princess of Hell and help her with her next few plans with the battle against the exorcists.

Unbeknownst to them, a pair of eyes noticed and witnessed the father and daughter's interaction in the hall.

Back to you,

Curled up in your hotel room you then decided to crawl over to your traveling bag, scrambling over to open it and hastily take out a few things like a smaller bag full of toiletries, clothes, and even your personal first aid box for emergencies.

All would be put aside only for your hand to be looking for one thing in particular, hidden under all your neatly packed items was a journal you brought from back up in heaven to document events to keep your thoughts in place, help you cope with changes, and just as a way to express your emotions in a healthy way and you knew you would need these more during these next few weeks.

Opening the hard cover your eyes were met with a small paper pocket that you taped up in order to save photographs and small thin memory trinkets.

You smiled softly, your other hand then went to look at the side of your bag to take yet another photograph, it was the one you put in right before leaving your home to get to hell.

Placing that photo on the cover of your bed, then taking out your photos that were inside that small pocket of your book you then spread them out all beside each other on your bed.

Six exact photos you had, each correlating to a specific memory you adored dearly.

First five photos were favorite memories of yours, some were of when you were hanging out with Sera, St. Peter, and other court member friends of yours. Either at picnics, libraries, shops, restaurants, etc.

The last two were more than important to you though, they were two portrait pictures of her and you.

She was a much older woman, she died around the time you were born but never have you felt like someone was more like family in heaven than she did. Unfortunately you never had the chance to meet her until you were in heaven but at the same time after making an intense realization when getting to know her better it's as if you knew her your entire life.

She was one of your favorite people, but one of your most painful reminders.

Your hand grazed over those two photos, your hand trying so hard not to clench them due to how many fucking things are setting in place, connecting to each other.

"I'll be back, I promise." you spoke to the images of her sitting beside her with her kind smile, you could see him through her smile as well "I'm sorry I never got to tell you what he did, who he really is.. you don't deserve the pain that comes with it if I did.."

You teared up, decades of guilt overwhelming you in this single moment. "I'm sorry grandmother, that he turned out this way.. that he did this to me."

You had no reason to apologize, no reason at all.

But she was so good to you, she recognized your last name but you couldn’t bear to ever tell her the truth and that guilt haunted you yet you reassured yourself it’s better to keep her from knowing who he really is with how highly she speaks of him.

She treated you as if you were her own flesh and blood. She gave you a home as well up in heaven, took care of you.. guess the apple doesn't fall far from the tree in that aspect.

How can someone like him, with a mother like her, turn out the way he did.

How.. sad, that truly is.

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You were sixteen years of age when this specific event occurred.

You have always been a good kid, always done as you've been told such as '____ dear don't forget to wash your dishes today', '_____ don't forget about your school work.', 'get in bed now young lady, you still have a bedtime you know', and '______ dear you're a bit too young to read the news don't you think? read this instead, more appropriate for young girls your age!'

You have always done what your father told you, followed every rule he sets, avoided every thing he didn't want you to do.

Although.. whenever you did something you weren't supposed to was where you slightly feared him. He never yelled, never was one to do so. He was always a gentleman and as kind as he could be, although most of it for show.

One thing he always was, is being passive aggressive.

Passive aggressiveness was one of his many strong suits, and using words to get you to fear and to avoid doing what you were not meant to do was his specialty. You always wanted to please your father, for you knew that your entire life was the way it was because he chose to be responsible for you. This didn't happen much though because you just always followed what he ordered.

But sometimes being too obedient can be tiring and you were starting to get a little brave recently.

You see, your father has never allowed you in his home office for as long as you could remember, for all you knew he only took you inside when you were a baby with no total awareness.

Why were you never allowed in his study?

You were.. actually never sure yourself, at least not until the days leading up to your death.

You were always told it was because it was his private space where he wants to keep everything neat and tidy, and that he wants his work space where he saves and writes anything for his radio show in there and that anyone on the outside would simply ruin the ambiance inside that helps him work.. or whatever.

Although, the older you got and the more conscious you gained you eventually thought that this rule is kind of.. stupid? It's just a study but.. you just guessed that whatever your father said was true.

On this particular day though, you wanted to give him a surprise! Only issue was that it included the study..

It was the day before Alastor's birthday, and you just wanted to check his schedule without being too obvious at all to make sure you had time to slip his gift either in his bedroom or sent to his radio studio.. so you decided to quickly slip into his study and check it really fast and leave!..

You spent the entire month before to find someone and commission for them to make a portrait painting with you, Alastor, and his mother in a single frame. Even giving photos of your father and your grandmother for them to reference, due to the lack of colors at the time with photographs it was more of a monochrome painting at best. This would be your birthday gift to him.

You waited for him to leave for work for his evening broadcast and you just came from school, pretending to be reading a book you were assigned to while laying on your bed and relaxing.

Alastor knocked at your door, letting out a quick 'come in!' In reply, he opened it for only his face to pop out of your door with his iconic smile.

"Hello darling! Just wanted to let you know I'll be off to do my next broadcast! Don't forget to tune in soon if you don't have any school work to do."

"Yes father, see you soon!"

"See you soon sweetheart! if I'm late for dinner there's always some leftovers."

He waved at you before closing your door and leaving a bit hastily despite being very early. You stayed as silent as possible till you heard his footsteps distancing away and finally.. that distant loud click of the front door.

You got moving, dropping the book on the bed without a care while scrambling up and opening the door to your room, your feet pitter pattering across the hall and down in front of the study, your hand reaching towards the doorknob in excitement.

Until you stopped.

'What if he finds out? do you think he'll notice the slightest change at all?.. would he yell or get mad?.. ground me?.. he's never grounded me much but..' your hand inched closer to the knob, the moment your fingertips touched the wooden texture that's when you knew you weren't going to turn back.

'well.. it's a huge surprise for him.. it's just checking his work schedule without him knowing so he won't have a clue I have a surprise for him, it'll be easy!..'

And finally your fingers wrapped around the doorknob and finally opened the entrance to the study with sudden anticipation while the creek coming from the door only caused goosebumps up your arms.

The room itself was dark and smelled of old wood from the floorboards and dusty papers, speaking of the floors they creeped like crazy with each hesitant step you took inside while your eyes scanned the entire foreign environment.

Your eyes managed to make out in the middle of the room a large cushioned chair positioned in front of an even larger wooden desk that was wide enough as a school principal's desk would be. Approaching it you now got to see more clearer details like several papers and folders being sprawled around the space, two half empty cups of his usual coffee, pens in pen holders and laid with the papers,.

Your eyes looked up to see the wooden walls organized with draped over portraits of Alastor himself as a kid, others of paintings of his mother that you haven't seen besides the one in the living room and the photos he showed you, and.. one of you as a toddler.. your eyes couldn't help but linger at that particular portrait of you that you have never seen.

You looked down at the desk again to look for his work schedule since all you knew was that it was in some leather journal you saw him carry before.

But you were yet again met with a framed photo standing on his desk and it was one of you as a baby! You've seen baby photos of yourself but never one of where you literally were still sleeping in the crib.. you couldn't help but smile.

But you went back to work, opening the squeaky drawers filled with hardcover books, folders with dates and names of several shows he's done before.

Looking at one of the drawers nearest to the ground on the right hand side was where you found even more photos of you as a baby! And even others of himself growing up and some of his mother, your heart warmed at the thought of your father always keeping his family in mind.

And how amazing was it that the leather journal you were looking for to finally show up!

Taking it out with great anticipation you skimmed through the pages of his endless paragraphs and paragraphs of letters and numbers.. suddenly stopping at a particular page where there were.. stains.. they looked almost black in the dark but by squinting your eyes you can barely tell a dark hue of red.. you stood up to see if there was a small lamp on the desk that you missed but right as yo--

"What are you doing here."

Alastor's voice boomed across the room startling you to the point where the journal closed and almost jumped out of your arms as you gasped.

Your eyes darted at the door which didn't seem to hear the creek open the way it did when you came in, covered in darkness was Alastor of course.. his eyes and smile seemingly piercing through the darkness as his figure was illuminated from the light in the halls.

"Father!-- I.. I'm.. I just wanted to--" He interrupted you not by speaking, but by walking in and the creeks from the wooden floors seemed more threatening than when you first heard them. The closer he got the more your shoulders raised up.. "Look I'm sorry I just wanted to see your work schedule, that's all!.."

"Darling." god even the way he pulled on the chain attached to the lamp made it scary as well.. "You have never disobeyed me before, how can I work comfortably now?"

"I'm.. I'm sorry.."

Alastor's aura seemed to at least lighten up with the lamp now.. god.

"Guess I always knew this day was coming.." he shook his head in disappointment, "knew that soon you'd want to leave the nest."

"But I--"

"Soon, but not yet. Trust me, pet."

"But father! I just wanted to look at your work schedule.."

"And you could've asked, not sneaked in like some thief.. I never raised you that way." Despite how the situation is though.. he had his eerie permanent smile on his face which only confused you more.

"You see my dear, by disobeying me even in the simplest of things only calls for danger. Unnecessary trouble to lure and latch onto you. Trouble in which even I won't protect you from."

Why was he talking like this?.. you were unsure.. but you knew that he was leading on to make some kind of point.. but in a sing-song type of approach.

It wasn't uncommon for him to sing lessons to you at this age or whatever age you and him were, it's a common thing to you that his theatrics were an everyday thing.. it's how you learned how to sing yourself.

He continued, "Gullible, naive, positively grubby, ditzy, and a bit.. well.. hmm.. vague!"

You shook your head in confusion, him taking himself beside you to then shine you the most.. warming smile yet. The mixed signals were insane.

Seeing your confusion he only intensified it more "oh but darling I'm just saying cause' I love you, father understands, father's here to help you, all I have is one request!..” he spun around you as he ended up facing you and holding your hands in his, finally pulling you in a warm hug. oh wow.. he was never one to say ‘I love you’ much.. This total change was whiplash at its finest.

You melted in the hug quite easily as you were always an affectionate child, plus you wanted to get rid of the guilt by just.. hoping he would forget what you tried to do.

“_____?”

“Yes?..”

The energy changed.

“Don’t ever come back into my study, again.”

“I..” you were speechless.. you were starting to question his authority slightly more than ever but.. “Yes father..”

“Oh I love you very much dear..”

You smiled slightly despite the stern scold he gave just now, but he was also never one to hug much so this made you feel nice..

“I love you more..” you could almost feel Alastor slowly grab onto the journal you were holding and tucked it in his coat which he usually wore out to work.

“I love you most.” Backing away from the embrace with his hands on your shoulders he also gave you an uncharacteristically yet fatherly peck on your forehead and hairline which was only saved for when he’s tucking you in at night and he’s having a good day.

Leaving behind a small ‘peck’ sound. It was almost kinda awkward the way he stood, it was as if he was trying to make it convincing with how fast it was too.

“Don’t forget it!” He smiled at you brightly as he raised up a finger to only move it side to side.

“You’ll regret it.. Father! Knows best..” he gave you simply two pats on the head with his palm and his book in his jacket due to how swiftly he took it from your hands.

Leading you out the door with a swift motion of him pulling you by your wrist and into the hall once more.. this time making a mental note as he closed the door behind him to get a proper lock for his study next time.

He then immediately started scrambling out the door, “Oh well look at the time! Almost late for work! I’ll see you in a while, my flower! Remember, I trust you! Don’t break it again! Would be a shame if that were your gift for my birthday!..” Cheerfully announcing across the house as he finally reached the door to pop out in the wide world again.

Why did he come back? You could only assume he forgot the journal you were holding before..

You sighed, biting the inside of your cheek with your eyes wanting to water. “I just wanted to give you your gift perfectly..”

Arms crossed, you went back into your room and sat at the foot of your bed. Somberly regretting your terrible decisions..

‘Can't believe you broke his trust like that!.. and a day before his birthday??.. you must be out of your mind _____.’ Eyebrows turn down with a sad little frown on your face.

‘Although..’ your thoughts led you to look out the doorway of your room and into the dark hall.

‘Is there anything else he’s trying to hide?..’

(HEYYYY thank you for reading chapter 6!! This was a total blast to write ✨ had so much fun trying to add a bit more detail into Alastor since he is still a serial killer, and he does this all out of love but it can definitely come out more.. manipulative. Whether he does it on purpose or not kinda depends on how you want to see it but personally he does it on purpose because he knows it’ll keep his daughter at bay qwq -and yes! I used tangled songs because personally I felt like it really emulated this side of him so ya!! He loves her to death but isn’t afraid at all to pull strings.)

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whosjunglejim4322 · 1 year

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Saccharine - E.M

Warnings ® smut! Fluff, soft bf Eddie<3, first time sex as a couple! Nasty IN LOVE smut bc this bitch is a hopeless romantic! Eddie is super sensitive, Established relationship, you stroke his dick, Eddie almost cums in his pants, lil bit of dry humping, this is incredibly self indulgent but u didn't hear that from me, overly descriptive bc why not

You shouldn't be nervous, really. It's just Eddie, who is your boyfriend of three months and twenty-six days. Who is sitting across from you on his creaky mattress criss-cross style, your knees touching. Your Eddie, who has two big hands flailing in the air as he goes on about the recent campaign, broad mouth etched into a whimsical smile, big eyes wondrous and full of excitement for the tale.

The bed bounces with his enthusiasm, and you draw closer to him with each syllable.

Your Eddie, who is doing nothing out of the ordinary, and who is as beautiful as ever in loose fitting plaid pyjama bottoms and a tattered black tee that exposes half of his collarbone and smudges of black ink - he doesn't even have to try, and perhaps these simple mundane realizations are what cause the flutter of wings in the pit of your stomach.

"And then Mike - hey, you okay?"

If it weren't for his vast change in expression, you truly wouldn't have realized what a trance you're in. Between the furrow of his unkempt brows and the amused but curious tilt at the corner of his mouth, you come back to earth. The weight of gravity settles in your bone marrow, as his calloused thumb quickly strokes your chin as if to remind you he is still here.

"I - yeah yeah, sorry I just," you grab his hand by the heaviness of his wrist, dragging it into your lap so you can stroke the back of his rough knuckles. "got distracted s'all."

Your eyes divert to where your fingers are joined and the sound of his airy, through-the-nose chuckle has more heat blossoming behind your ribcage, nudging at your organs.

"I'll stop with the D&D talk, know you hear enough about it from the kids. There's only so much dorkiness you should be subjected to, y'know?"

It's lighthearted, he's smirking and looking down at you with enough palpable fondness the apples of your cheeks feel like they're being stroked by a flame. Still, the implication that he may be bothering you in any way has an urgency filling your eyes. You shake your head.

"No, no that never bothers me Eds, don't be silly." The nickname makes his mouth dry, still, after three months and twenty-six days. You finally meet his glance. "You're just handsome, really handsome especially when you're talking about something you're passionate about and I just...yeah."

It's word vomit, messy and you feel like it makes no sense but then he squeezes your hand and you know that he reads between the nervous mumbo jumbo - you have no clue how you make him feel, do you?

"You're fucking cute." He breathes out earnestly, smoothing his grip upwards to your forearms and pulling you forward with minimal effort - right onto the stirdiness of his lap.

Your giddiness is the perfect portrait, your arms finding a resting place atop his broad shoulders. Curls tickle the tops of your arms and your wrists, and your thighs brace your frame by the slim of his taut waist. He can't help it, the giggles escaping his throat. The proximity is intoxicating for no reason at all.

"Can't believe this is our first time spending the night together, I'm so used to falling asleep on the phone with you that it really doesn't feel all that different." He smooths your hair out of your eyes, tucks it behind your left ear.

I get to touch her like this, he thinks to himself. His chest jostles underneath the muscle and bone.

"Yeah, except I get to fall asleep with you'n my arms, wake up with you in em' too. I'm one lucky son of a bitch, hmm?"

He's practically thinking out loud, but he's too far gone to feel shame. When you nuzzle your face against the warm nook of his neck, wet lips smiling against the flesh, his encapsulating arms squeeze you impossibly tighter. He buries his nose against the top of your head, inhaling the fresh scent of your shampoo. Your cheek grazes the side of his jaw as you meet him face to face, nose to nose.

He sees you trying to formulate words, a sentence, even a sound but none of it seems like a totally accurate way to express the adoration threatening to consume you from the inside out. You graze his cheek with your mouth, slowly, tentatively, and he hangs on with half an air full of lungs.

You suckle his bottom lip and he sighs into your mouth, the relief making him lightheaded. He kicks into gear and pushes back with an overlap of his mouth - hands wandering over the small of your back, to your soft lovehandles and upwards until his fingrtips have passed your jugular and he's holding your face as tenderly as you're holding his.

It's now, when you feel it - the growing firmness beneath he thin material of his bottoms. He tries to keep it at bay but it's damn near impossible, and the whimper, the fucking whimper you let out when his soft tongue touches yours from the warm cavern of your mouth - he couldn't stop it from twitching even if he wanted to. He's only a man.

And you're a menace. As new as this is, your body reacts to the prod in between your legs, underneath your crotch. You press yourself tighter to his frame, hips scooching against his hard-on in the process and he stiffens.

"Mmm, baby baby..." your pout is immediate when he breaks from your mouth, brows furrowed and lips a kiss bitten fuschia. For a moment, you think you've taken it too far too fast - he's stopped you from moving completely. Your whole body burns with a tingly sensation somewhere between shame and the aftershocks of arousal.

"Are you...are you okay? Did I do something wrong?"

You sound so sweet, it makes his lower belly ache among other things. He stifles a laugh brcause he knows it will only make you feel worse. Something wrong. Something wrong.

"Fuck no, I-sorry I just uh...almost..." He can't bring himself to say it, you guys haven't even been kissing for five whole minutes and here he is about to blow his load. When you realize how close his dark lashes are from kissing his cheeks, how his pupils have almost turned the whole of his irises onyx, you connect the dots.

Woah, you did that to him? That moth in your belly threatens to take flight, and without much thought, your mouth is moving before you can stop it.

"I wanna see."

Those are the only words your brain allows you to spit out. His chest has gone still, and you feel that twitch against your center again. Your thighs have begun to tremble.

"You wanna see...? My cock?" He shouldn't sound so incredulous. You're his girlfriend for christ's sake, but you are important to him. More important than he ever thought anyone could be, and so he has kept his lust at a minimum of 48% when he's around you for the most part. Save for intense makeout sessions.

"Yeah, I wanna...well I wanna know how to make you feel good."

He's worried for a moment that he's having another wet dream, but he's sure this is real life because he feels how warm you are against him and you are so close he can see his own reflection in your eyes. You toy with the shell of his ear and a chill ascends his spine.

"Sweetheart if you touch me m'not gonna last long." His skin is pink and scarlet, and he's gotten at least ten degrees hotter judging by the heat billowing off of the back of his neck. His adams apple bobs when he swallows.

"That's okay, really it is. You have nothing to be embarrassed about....I like it. Like that I make you feel that way. " You rake your fingers through the front of his hair, pushing it away from his pretty face. He checks your eyes again, needing confirmation.

"Are you sure? You don't have to do anything you don't want to." He gnaws on the inside of his plush mouth, tries to calm the animal inside of him that wants to fuck your brains out right now. He almost feels guilty just thinking about it, until you lean over to peck the side of his stubbly chin, fingertips grazing his taut belly.

"Yes, really wanna."

There is a curious, nervous anticipation in the crinkle underneath your eyes.

"Kay' baby, explore all you want." The boyish smirk he gives is enough to have that knee buckling tingling sensation coming back full force as he presents himself to you like this. Does he seem as pulled together and totally not overly nervous as he thinks he does? Probably not.

His arms depart from your body, ribs expanding as he reclines on his palms. Tendons flex and stretch underneath the black bats and fuzzy layer of hair atop his forearm. You swallow, intimidated by the beauty of the boy.

You find the courage to finally move off of his lap so that you can take him all in, and the bulge of his cock swipes the underside of your thigh as you slide off.

You don't know where to touch first. That's a lie, your hands almost instinctively slip underneath the hem of his old shirt, where that dark thatch of hair trails under his belly button. He's soft, so soft it's unreal, he is velvet and delicious scarring and beauty marks. His tummy convulses underneath your hand.

He watches you with complete fixation. You have your bottom lip tucked between your teeth and you don't even realize it, all perched and pretty in front of him. He closes his eyes when you explore his sides, over the planes and arches and past the small stretch marks by his chest.

You can't ignore it anymore, the tent that has formed at his crotch and continues to throb with each passing touch.

The blunt of your nails rake down the soft plaid covering thick thighs, and he takes this sharp breath that has you glancing up at him with heavy eyes.

"So pretty...Eds you're so pretty." You say it ardently, your voice small and weak. An arm reaches down, strong but gentle as he strokes the back of your plush cheek with his ring covered knuckles.

"Can't fucking believe...can't believe you're mine, finally. Shit." He's almost murmuring to himself again, on the verge of cardiac arrest. Maybe he's losing his mind, maybe this is heaven.

Then your palm presses against the thick of his cock where it's bulging out, and his thighs spasm.

"Oh, oh." He's all curses and praises, giving you encouraging glances each time you look up at him to silently ask for guidance. You move your hand up and down what you assume is his shaft, and he keeps his hips from bucking into your touch. He feels thick, and the back of your mouth starts to water.

Without warning you're hooking your fingers into his waistband, and he lifts his hips in compliance so that you can pull them down to his mid thigh. He has no time for nerves anymore. Any fear he previously had about what his dick looks like, or what you'll think of it, is stripped along with his clothing. You're looking at him with too much love for him to be insecure - and that takes him by surprise the most.

At this point his checkered boxers are just in the way, and you take it upon yourself to pull those down too. A thud hits his belly.

And really, you should've known. He's big. Not because he's impossibly long, his size is above average but he's thick - the tip iridescent with precum, the same shade of plum as his lips underneath the slick sheen. He is slightly curved upwards, a prominent vein decorating the underside parallel to his frenulum. It's pretty, just like the rest of him. He's neatly trimmed, which is the most surprising part if you're honest - but nothing about Eddie could ever be displeasing to look at.

Your mouth is parted with this expression of surprise, and Eddie almost can't believe what this is doing for his ego.

"Woah." Is all you say, transfixed when you reach out to grasp the appendage. He hisses through his teeth when your small hand finally grasps it, so fucking warm and so gentle it's almost maddening. You both feel it, the invisible weight that has settled in his small, messy room.

The weight of being alone, together, all night and all of tomorrow afternoon while his uncle Wayne is away on a business trip that is probably more lucrative than what he leads on - but Wayne has never been one to boast or speak about things like that out loud. Says it'll jinx the whole thing.

The feeling hits you first, as you find this foreign courage to lean over and dribble spit over the slit of his cock. He gasps, watching the glob of saliva drip down the front of his dick till it's soaking into the curls at his pubic mound.

"Is this okay?" You already know the answer but you ask anyways, taking more pride than you should at the expression on the pretty metalheads face. He nods his head fervently, unable to respond right away.

You twist your palm, spreading your spit further until his whole head is covered and you're able to stroke him with no resistance.

"Fuuuck, yes. Yeah, that's so good baby." He's panting as you begin to properly jerk the tip of him off, the sounds in the room too lewd for you to handle. A squelchy feeling has developed between your thighs, led by each filthy groan that leaves your boyfriend's throat.

Then you're looking at him through fluttery lashes and a gone expression, with your chest rising and falling almost as rapidly as his and thick fingers grasp your wrist quickly, rougher than anticipated.

"Sorry, just - close."

Seeing his hand blanket yours over his cock is doing something to you. You know his palms like your own, hold them more than you look at your own, and yet right now such a sweet thing has never been more provocative.

"Shh, no more apologizing," you lean over and he meets you in the middle. The kiss is sloppy this time, evidence of the maddening desire taking him over from the inside out.

"Not fair," his voice is strained through your mouths ministrations. "Got me all worked up and you're sitting there neglected." He smiles and his tongue strokes your bottom lip. You shudder as that heat comes in an overwhelming wave.

He's gripping the back of your neck now, properly hungry and your hand continues its ministrations between your bodies, that wet sound prompting a shared groan from the both of you - intensifying the feeling. His nose is scrunched against your cheek from the vigour of his kisses.

"You can undress me."

He doesn't waste time once you've granted him verbal permission, and with an exhale you're being tipped over onto your back, breathing in the weight of him as nimble and eager fingers pull his tee shirt over and off your body.

"Jesus," He whines, and you're captivated by the look on his face. It's impossible not to feel flustered.

"Can I-" you don't let him finish.

"Yes, please touch me." You're just as fucked as he is, arching your chest upwards and into the warm, all encompassing mass of his palm. He stifles a groan, cock bobbing up and down in the space between you two, dribbling with a bead of pre arousal. You feel like you're losing your mind.

Eddie short circuits for about five whole seconds flat, and he can't concentrate. He makes a bee - line to your chest, plush lips sucking your swollen nipples into his mouth. A gasp and a pulse of your poor clit later, and your fingers delve into his curls like they'll keep you here in this moment forever.

He's sloppy, moving between the valley of your breasts to the other one, leaving trails of spit across your flesh.

"Eddie, that - that feels so good, can't - mmph." You're a mess. How are you such a mess? He's a phantom, a head of hair across your sternum until he glances up at you with saliva soaked lips and red cheeks and a sweaty forehead.

"Sweet girl, oh god I can't believe..." All you taste is him, the words being uttered between the space when he forces himself to breathe. "can't believe you're all mine, wanna make you feel so fucking good. Give you anythin' you want."

He lies his full weight on you, and through the thin sleeping shorts you've got on, his cock beckons you with throbs and weeps. You feel drunk off of him, every sense surrounded by Eddie. Eddie. Eddie.

His shampoo from two days ago, the old spice lingering under his arms, the natural scent of his skin, the sweetness of his breath and the perspiration that's formed in little beads on his upper lip. He's all but devouring you, lust and admiration for the angel beneath him taking over any sense of importance regarding anything else.

Your heels dig into the back of his bum, knees pulling inward so that his hips come clashing into yours. Your fingernails claw on the material covering his back, taking it upon themselves to pull it over his head. He's beaming like a kid in a candy store at your eagerness, eyes all crinkly underneath.

"Want me to grab a rubber now?" He mumbles between the sloppy kisses, hoping you can't hear the hitch in his throat at the prospect of this finally happening.

"Mhmm, yes." It feels just as surreal for you.

He whines as he departs, reaching over across your head to pull open his bedside drawer and ungracefully tear open the new box of condoms. His eyebrows are furrowed, arms flexing with intensity from his excitement. He groans out of frustration, and you giggle, grasping his thick forearm.

"Let me help baby." You reach in the drawer for him and pull the box out, finishing the rip he'd made and pulling out a metallic row of squares. You tear one at the perforation and hand it to him, grinning at the entire situation. He huffs and rests his forehead between the valley of your breasts.

"What would I do without you?" He mutters, matching your expression when he lifts his head back up and pushes forward to kiss you on the tip of your nose.

"Not have sex, I suppose." You bite back with no hint of malice, only an insurmountable level of love and he sees it shimmering everywhere around you. His girl. His.

"You're somethin' else, sweetheart." He mouths the side of your face, across your jaw and underneath your ear.

You feel like you're in a psychological limbo, in a world between consciousness as he sits back on his haunches and lifts his shirt off of his body from the back of his collar. That may be a dramatic sentiment to many, but it's fitting.

He does it so casually, throws his shirt to the side with the rest of discarded clothing and stray items that live on his bedroom floor. You feel weak in the knees when he tears the condom package and pulls out the slippery rubber, unraveling it before bringing it down to his cock.

You watch his face the way his pink tongue darts out and nips the tip of his tongue, brows furrowed in concentration and arousal as he fits the condom down his thick shaft. You watch his biceps twist, his taut abdomen clench, the black ink coming alive with the ministrations of his muscles underneath.

When he meets your eyes again, you look completely overtaken with desire, eyelids heavy and breath bated. Your pebbled nipples stand at full attention, mimicking his dick and Eddie hooks his fingers underneath those infuriatingly sexy shorts of yours so that he can get rid of them.

You're not wearing underwear. Of course you aren't. Your entire existence is specifically designed to test the bounds of his composure, of his strength. The gold room lighting from his lamp illuminates your body and your shy thighs only part when he's placing his palms between them, slowly encouraging them to allow him a peek or two.

You reach out to stroke his arms as he separates your legs, his jaw hanging ever so slack, cock twitching just a few centimeters away from your opening.

"Fucking hell...you're so goddamn pretty." He strains, swallowing hard as he touches you with hesitant hands, as if he's scared to break you. Your hips lift, just enough to make contact with the tip of his dick and you whine. It's a sound so sweet he almost whimpers himself.

"Please, Eds. I want you inside of me. Please."

His stomach tightens and he crawls over you once again, stroking your cheek with his thumb.

He maintains eye contact, breath fanning your mouth as he slips an arm between your bodies and grips his shaft, lining it up with your entrance. Your thighs lift towards your chest, ankles stationed at his waist, and you feel the welcome intrusion of his tip as it passes your slick labia.

You both take a breath in, your fingers needing a vice and moving to the back of his neck as he pivots his hips forward and slips himself into the tightness of your cunt. The stretch causes you to hiss, both in pleasure and pain.

"You okay? Let me know if I need to stop." He grunts, kissing your chin.

"M'okay, don't you dare stop."

His eyelids flutter in tandem with yours, a choked moan leaving his throat as he continues to push himself in, till he's nudging against the soft roundness of your cervix and his balls are resting against your ass.

It feels right. Having him this deep, this close.

You shudder nuzzling your face against the bicep that holds him up. You kiss the skin there and he groans, dragging himself back out and then back in. Your whole body jostles with the movement.

"Jesus Christ, how do you feel s'fucking good? I don't - I can't, fuck." He's a slur of words, beginning to form a steady rhythm. Your moans are more like squeaks the faster he goes, increasing the lewd, sticky sounds between your legs that squelch with each drag and pull of his cock.

"Eddie...E-eddie." Your words are hiccuped from the impact, his hair dangling in your face, tickling your cheeks. His belly is pressed right against yours, the curls at the mound of his pelvis pressed against yours. He lets out this pained sound and goes to bury his face in the crook of your neck.

"My name, fuck say it again. Say it again." It's muffled but you can hear it right underneath your ear, his lips a soft vibration against your flesh. You feel so full, it's hard to speak at all. To say anything other than his name. So you recite it like it's the only words you know.

"Eddie Eddie Eddie Eddie." They're all punctuated with a whimper that starts from your diaphragm and crawls it's way out of your throat, pistoned by his hips and their grueling ministrations. Skin against skin can be heard from down the park, you're convinced, with how he's fucking you.

Eddie is fucking you. Your boyfriend, Eddie, is fucking you.

"Ohhhh, god, please." You cry out, heels digging into his back, hands splayed across the broad expanse of his shoulder blades. Every breath that passes his lips is followed by a grunt, a groan, a sound that is so close to agony and even closer to toe curling pleasure.

Each stroke of his cock inside of you feels like a pull into his being, and you get frustrated with the fact that you can't see his face, tugging at the back of his neck.

When you look up at the boy above you, reality, for once, feels like the most beautiful thing you've ever endured.

He's flushed, all sweat and shades of pink and red. His eyes are glassy, mirroring yours in the way that it almost looks like he could shed a tear. You move his sticky bangs from his forehead and Eddie is sucker punched in the gut with a wave of adoration.

"Oh, sweetheart," he leans down, slowing his thrusts so that he can kiss you steadily, purposefully. Somehow he feels deeper this way impossibly so, and he nips your bottom lip when you flutter around him. "didn't mean to...to not show you attention m'sorry, just...you feel so good. S'like heaven."

He's half sober half drunk on your pussy and it's so fucking endearing. Neither of you can make out a coherent sentence.

"Keep - keep going, just like that, ohhh." You glance down between your bodies and somewhere behind your organs a warmth, teetering unbearable, flutters throughout your limbs. His arms shake with the fight to hold himself up, until he doesn't anymore, and slips his hands underneath you till they're sandwiched between the mattress and your back. Snug, safe, he engulfs you.

His thrusts are deep and slow now, meaningful instead of mindless bunny fucking. Which, he's not opposed to, but you're you. He wants to fuck you like he might not ever get the chance to again.

"I love you, I love you." He whimpers against the crook of your shoulder. You hold him with the same ferocity that he's holding you, staring up at the ceiling and the stars that blanket your vision instead of the fan above.

"I love you too, fuck, Eddie."

He makes this noise, it's almost pathetic. Petulant. That coil holding you tight, snaps and all at once you're gasping, thighs a deadly grip around his waist.

"Cu-Cumming, I'm cumming." Your walls flex and spasm around his length and Eddie thinks he might pass out. You're still twitching and whining his name with his balls are emptying, when he's spurting into the condom, nudging your cervix.

"Fuck, fuck just like tha- ohhh fuck." He thrusts like he's fucking his cum into you, like he's filling your womb up and making you his forever. He made you cum. He's never felt this high before, and he's a fucking drug dealer.

It's a mixture of panting and the thud of your shared heartbeat for what feels like eternity and one split second. You feel his lips peppering soft, gentle kisses along your jugular, and your fingers trace lines up and down his warm back as his cock softens inside of you.

He rubs his cheek against you, and your fingers pull his hair away from his pretty face. He's looking at you with so much love you could burst again.

"I love you so much." He speaks tenderly, softly, for once. It's scary and breathtaking all at once. The tip of his nose rubs yours, your smiles a reflection of the other.

"I love you too, Munson."

And you do. You really fucking do.

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson smut #eddie munson x you #joseph quinn #stranger things #stranger things x reader #joseph quinn x reader #stranger things fanfiction #eddie munson blurb #eddie munson has my heart

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h0ck3yl0v3r · 5 months

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foolish one

╰── ⋅ ⋅ ── ✩ ── ⋅ ⋅ ──╯

lh43 x childhood bestfriend!reader

warnings: angst, semi-swearing

you and luke were inseparable. always attached to each other, whether it was you attending his hockey games or him attending your events. everyone around you guys always thought you were both dating, although you wish you were, there was never any romantic relationships.

highschool graduation happened, and you and luke both had committed to the university of michigan. as time went on through senior year, yours and lukes relationship was rocky, luke being too busy with hockey and girls to always be there for you. as for you, you were still one of his biggest supporters. it was in that long list of promises you guys made when you were seven. 'we promise to always be there for each other no matter what.'

college was rocky, you barely saw luke, heard from him, it was hard on you.

chances are, tonight, you've already got plans and chances are i will talk myself to sleep again

you cried every night, seeing pictures of luke at parties with girls while you were never invited. you felt invisible to him now, your mom and ellen called every day, they knew how much love you have for luke, they knew it from the moment you slipped and fell on the ice and luke helped you up, the moment your spark in your eyes grew.

and the voices say, "you are not the exception you will never learn your lesson"

that spark was now slowly fading away. you really thought you had a chance being his best friend that maybe, just maybe he'd be in love with you too.

don't know what to call this situation but i know i can't call you mine

the whole first semester of freshman year went by really fast, meaning it was now time for winter break, one of your favorite seasons. luke was still radio silence, you both always spent winter together, guess he's too famous for you now, another promise broken, 'we promise to never forget each other, no matter how famous we get.'

but goodbye screamin' in the silence and the voices in my head are tellin' me why

when ellen and your mother came down to visit they held a little gathering with jack, quinn, luke and his friends.

the gathering was a mess.

"yo moose who's this girl in your baby pictures." one of his teammates had brought up.

"oh her, she's just an old friend." he had replied, 'old friend.' that hurt to hear, you were no longer apart of his life.

cause you got her on your arm and me in the wings i'll get your longing glances, but she'll get your ring

luke didn't know you were there, too busy with his new girlfriend and teammates. but you heard it all, you see it all, it was heartbreaking, quinn saw it all though. quinn was always second closest to you, being that person you looked up to, he was the first person you ever confessed you had a crush to luke on.

"it hurts quinny, it hurts so much, i feel like a ghost to him. i thought we would've happened i thought all the signs i gave him would've been enough for him to catch on. i feel so stupid" you sobbed into quinns chest, hos heart breaking for you.

"shh its okay, my brothers an idiot, please don't feel like stupid, it's not your fault angel" quinn rubbed your back softly as you sat there and cried yourself to sleep.

foolish one sittin' 'round waiting for confessions of love they ain't never gonna come and thinkin' he's the one, you should've been walkin' out foolish one

you woke up the next morning devastated. maybe in another universe it could've happened, but right now its time to piece yourself back together. you couldn't face watching your spark keep fading over someone who no longer is present in your life.

when all is said and done, he just wasn't the one no, he just wasn't the one

for you, luke will always be your past present and future, but right now he is not what is needed in your life, mayne one day he'll come back to his senses but for the time being self-love is the best healing.

tags: @drysdalesv @ghostfacd @shy4turcs

pt 2??

#luke hughes #umich blurbs #umich hockey #luke hughes x reader #nj devils #nj devils imagine

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celaenaeiln · 9 months

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Jake and Mari meeting Damian for the first time

Jake: *watching Dick struggling to piggyback a 260+ lb man* Dad who is HE?!

Mari: Why're you carrying a man twice your size?!

Dick: *Wheezing but refusing to let go of his hold on Damian's legs* He's...he's my son...s-say "Hi, Damian."

Jake: I'm your son!

Mari: Jake's your son!

Dick: *gasping* Yes...but Damian's my first born."

Jake & Mari: *turning to look at Damian*

Damian: *looking back at them then turning his nose up and smirking*

Jake & Mari: *instantly activating their powers* This means war.

Dick: *jerking his head up* Wait-what?

Jake and Mari complaining to their Uncle Tim about Damian

Jake: You won't believe what he did! He hit me on the head with dad's eskrima!

Mari: He also punched me!

Tim: *snorting* Let me guess, he also stuck his tongue out at you two while Dad-DICK-wasn't looking?

Jake: Yeah! And then dad scolded all of us but when he was scolding me and Mari, Damian took dad's eskrima, put into his pocket-

Jake & Tim: *finishing together* -and mouthed "Mine."

Jake: Uncle Tim, you get it!!

Mari: *narrowing her eyes* speaking from experience?

Tim: *scowling at her*

Tim: .......hmm.

Tim and Jason forced to team up for a family mission

Tim: ...So I heard something interesting today.

Jason: Can we just shut up and work in silence so I can go home and eat and clean my guns in peace?

Tim: Jake and Mari told me they fought with Damian.

Jason: What? HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!! It must've been over Dick! It's the only thing that matters to that demon brat.

Tim: *smirking* yup. Remember when we fought over Dick?

Jason: Heh. I beat your ass. Good times, good times. I mean-what were we even fighting over, huh?

Tim: Liar, I totally won. And I know right? It's completely obvious-

Jason: Without a doubt-

Jason & Tim: *finishing confidently* I was Dick's favorite.

A ringing silence echoing in the batcave after that statement.

Tim: *smirk dropping* Did the pit wipe whatever brain you had managed to scrape by with? Dick obviously loved me more. He taught me how to analyze people, how to do laundry, and he even cooked for me! Me! He never cooks for anyone.

Jason: *sneering* And here I thought you were a detective but it turns out you were a "dumb-tective" instead. Has he ever gone skiing with you? Has he ever come up with a code-nickname for you like he did with "little wing" for me? Has he ever protected you from seeing seeing stuff cause he thought it wouldn't be appropriate?? Has he ever done that for you?

Tim: hE CALLS ME ALL THE TIME-HE LOVES ME MORE!!!

Jason: HE OPENS UP TO ME! IM THE ONE HE LOVES!

Tim: *screeching and lunging* I'LL BE SURE TO KNOCK YOUR BRAINS INTO PLACE!!

Jason: *grappling with him* AND I'LL MAKE SURE TO PUT YOURS BACK IN YOUR HEAD!!

*one hour later*

Jason & Tim: *Bloody, silent, and seething*

Tim: .....hey.

Jason: *gritting his teeth* what.

Tim: Did you and Bruce ever fight over who Dick loves more?

Jason: *mind exploding with memories of the two of them using sly, underhanded tricks to have Dick's attention for themself and sometimes even coming to blows over it* no. And I'm not the one who fought with a ten year old.

Tim: But you did.

Jason: You were thirteen.

Tim: No, I mean you and Damian fought.

Jason:

Tim: It's okay. I used to have a cold war with Bruce.

Jason: With Bruce? Why?

Tim: Because Bruce didn't want me but Dick did and Bruce is a possessive asshole who loves Dick but doesn't like sharing.

Jason: Damn. Yeah, that actually explains a lot. I'm still the favorite though.

Tim: *cracking his neck* You wanna go again?

Dick: *entering* Hey guys-woah, what's with the tension?

Jason: *Sidling up next to Dick and wrapping an arm around his shoulder* Nothin' Dickie. Heard your kiddies got into a fight.

Dick: *sighing* You heard already? It was a disaster. I'll tell you about it later. How're you doing, Tim? Everything okay, buddy?

Tim: *walking forward and grabbing Dick's hand* *furtively catching Jason's eye* Good Dick! I'm really glad you're back.

Dick: *immediately ruffling his hair and then Jason's* Awww! You're the sweetest. Both of you. I'm going to make sure the Bruce doesn't burn the kitchen down thinking he can suddenly cook in his old age.

Jason & Tim: *Turning to each other after Dick leaves* This means war.

Canon based

Dick is Tim's idol

Dick is Jason's idol

Dick teaching Tim panels I already posted before but here's him teaching Tim to fold laundry.

Dick protecting Jason's eyes from unsavory sights

Dick calling Jason Little Wing

Dick took Jason skiing when he was robin

Bruce being manipulative about wanting Dick back (another addition)

Jason is just like Bruce

And for fun XD

#it's back!#sorry I had 12 am impulse and 7 am rethoughts #love you guys #dick grayson #nightwing #tim drake #red robin #damian wayne #robin #jason todd #red hood #jake grayson #mari grayson #bruce wayne #batman #batfam incorrect quotes

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kurosstuff · 2 months

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prompt 7 or 8 with Lute, but have fem!reader be the sub 🍯

Hope you enjoy these~ I hope you don't mind I used both prompts♡♡

Warming(s) straps, first times, it's smut, small dirty talk(?), lutes attempts at praise. Detailed lf a "stomach bulge" a bit? Idk if thats a warning. Lute being mean and nice? Idk

Gonna kinda jump right into this and it's kinda short hope you don't mind

Lute x f!reader

Truly. You didn't know how you got into this mess-

Firstly- Adam sent you to retrieve Lute for a meeting, which was hours ago. But here you are in her room. On her lap making out with her "gon-gonna be late~ Adam wants you~" you whsipering moaning against her bruised lips- causing her to snarl biting at your equally if not more bruised lips

With little effort, she flipped you around, so you laid on your back under her flushed seeing her smirk "don't give a shit if I'm late~ I want one thing and one thing only~" purring out kissing you deeply groaning loudly kissing the obvious question off your lips "don't tell me you don't know~?' Seeing you shake your head, she hummed, grinding against you to feel the toy she wore

"You. Obviously. I want to fuck you"

Hearing that? Made you yelp, covering your face in embarrassment as she striped, huffing smug as she saw how in awe you are. How you peaked watching her "oh come on~ I dont bite~", grinding on your lap to feel the toy on her waist "much~" pushing your hands away kissing you roughly, moaning at the broken whine escaping your throat

Flushed watching her practically rip your shirt open, shredding it with little to no concern. "Wait! That's my shirt!" Yelping out before she kissed you again - mumbling something about getting you another later. Leaving marks across your body in her wake. "fuck~ eager, h-huh?" Whining out under her

Snarling loudly, she nodded, stepping back, pulling her pants down, finally showing you the toy she had "yeah maybe I am~? Why can you blame me?" Purring out, spreading your legs open for her settling between them reaching a hand down rubbing your entrance slowly "gonna be a good girl and let me fuck this pretty little pussy~?" Purring out pushing a finger in slowly to tease. Slowly stretching you for her

Moaning loudly flushed, nodding shakily clinging to her bed tightly, "Please ~? Fuck me?" You begged under her panting heavily watching her groan. Smirking, she nodded, watching you grind against her before pulling away lining the silicone dicks tip to your entrance pushing in slowly but roughly. Holding your waist tightly relishing in the whines you let out

"Oh stop fucking whining~ you can take this dick can't you? Come on~ say. It" Lute smirked smug, pushing more into you, hearing you cry out flushed, panting heavily

"Ive- I've never done this before~" you stuttered out, shakily opening your legs wider for her gasping softly "i- I can take it~" Feeling her freeze tensing up over you panic on her face as she took in your words.

"This is your first..? Shit ok- it's ok~ I've got you ok? I'll take good care of you~ just lay back and relax~" Rubbing your waist, kissing you almost more gently, then before the rough kissing "ill- I'll be gentle. Make you feel so good, ok?" Her wings fluttering in embarrassment or a show? You weren't sure.

Nodding, you smiled, moving to wrap your arms around her neck and pulling her into a deep kiss, moaning softly. "I trust you ok~? I'm glad.. its you" you whispered against her lips as she slipped all the way into you, dragging out a loud whine moaning

Humming, she nodded, gently moving to pound into you- marking your neck up, unable to be gentle dispite her wanting too "fuck~ just like that little dove~" she snarled out flushed wings fluttering at the yells of her name leaving your mouth "go on~ let everyone know who's fucking you so good yeah~?" Whining softly a hand on her bed the other on your lower back pulling you impossibly closer as she eagerly- almost hungrily fucked into you

Nipping at your neck at the red bruising mark, she smiled at the almost possessive marks she left on you- as if she truly was claiming you for herself in such an almost selfish manner. "Harder~, please ~?" You sobbed out, grinding into her, trying to match her pace. Humming leaning back, who was she to object to her beloved dove? Holding your waist pounding rougher into you, rutting into you, making your sob out arching more against her bed clawing at her back careful to avoid her wings

"Fuck like that dove? Such a whore for my cock?" She snarled out panting nails digging into your waist watching how the bulge in your stomach expanded and vanished from her pounding into you- biting her lip hearing your pleas for her "fuck that's it my dove~ that's what I wanna hear~" she growled out leaning over you more pounding faster "so good for me~ so tight~"

Sobbing our kissing her deeply, wrapping your legs around her waist, pulling her deeper, making you practically mewl under her squealing from the spot, she hit roughly eyes rolling back "g-gonna can i-? Can I please~?" Sobbing out loudly,

Hearing you beg? Made her practically purr over you nodding "go on little dove~ cum for me~?" She growled our her pace unrelenting even as you screamed releasing around her cock "fuck~ good girl~" panting heavily helping you ride our your high before finally pulling out Of you softly panting

"What- what about you?" Shakily pulling her onto them, she hummed, rubbing one of many bruises left on you, making her shake her head, easily pulling you on her chest. "Rest. Their will be more next time~" she whispered against you, making you hum smirking. "There's gonna be a next time?"

Looking away, grumbling, "of course there will be.. if you wish for that as well" she hummed, flushed wings puffing softly smug. "I'll properly clean you up when you have your breath i.. uh I'll make a bath for you- or whatever you need" clearly not understanding how to do aftercare.

Smiling, you nodded, kissing her gently panting "as long as you join~" nuzzling into her neck knowing later. You'll both need to talk about what happened but for now. You just want to be held by her. In her arms. Safe

#hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin hotel #hazbin lute #lute x reader #hazbin hotel lute #lute smut #EVENT

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hellcat8908 · 6 months

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Misunderstanding Cassian x Female Reader

You were excited for your first night out with the inner circle after you and Cassian started dating. You picked out the perfect shirt that revealed just enough to tease along with leggings and a pair of heels. Once he came home, he couldn't keep his hands off of you telling you how hot you looked. He changed out of his leather and into a pair of black pants and a matiching black shirt with the sleeves rolled up. You were worried you were going to drool, he looked so good.

After arriving at Rita's, you were quickly introduced to Amren, who was the only one you hadn't met yet. You took a seat next to Mor, who complimented you on your outfit choice. After drinks and appetizers arrived, you, Mor, and Feyre made your way to the dance floor. You could feel Cassian watching you. The smile on his face made your heart warm. A few moments later, he got up to order more drinks.

You started dancing with Mor when her smile faltered as she looked behind you. You turned to seeing Cassian talking to some woman at the bar. You didn't think anything of it until Mor asked if you were ok. "Yeah, why?" You answer calmly. "That's Cassian's ex, Adriana." She tells you sounding surprised you didn't know.

The sound of his laugh had you turning back to face him, your heart sinking when you take in the sight. His focus is only on her as she sits at the table like she belongs there. Her hand resting on Cassians arm while they talk and laugh. Rhys and Azriel look uncomfortable along with Amren. You turn back to Mor, "I'm going to head home. I'm not feeling well." You know it's a weak excuse, but you can't handle being here right now.

The look of pity in Mor's eyes only makes it worse. "Don't let her win, march over there, and make both of them pay." She says. You give her a weak smile, "Not my style, besides the alcohol is catching up with me. I'll see you later, tell everyone bye for me." You make your way out of Rita's and start walking home. Thankfully, your apartment isn't too far from Rita's. Once inside, you lock the door before heading for the shower.

While showering, you realize just how different you and Cassian are. You're honestly surprised he gave you a second glance. By the end of the shower, you're convinced it wouldn't have worked out between the two of you anyway, but still, your heart hurts. You dry off and put on some sleep shorts and a tank top.You curl up on the couch and pick up the book you had started earlier. Soon, a thundering knock threatens to break your door, startling you.

"Y/n, please open the door and talk to me." Cassian says from the other side. You ignore him, not wanting to deal with further rejection. "Y/n, come on. I know you're in there, I can hear you turning the pages of your book." He says as he bangs on the door again, rattling it. "Go away, Cassian." You answer. "Y/n, please let me in so we can talk about this. I'll sit outside your door all night if I have to." He says. "Better grab a blanket then." You answer before getting up and going to bed.

You lay in bed, unable to sleep most of the night. When morning comes, you force yourself out of bed and make tea. You open the door, causing Cassian's sleeping body to fall and hit the floor. "Well, that's one way to wake someone up." He grumbles. "Why are you sleeping on my doorstep?" You ask searching for the paper, that hasn't come yet. "Because I told you I'd stay out here all night." He answers before standing and stretching.

You hear his joints crack and watch him rub the stiffness out of his wings. "Come in and have some breakfast." You say feeling bad for him. You move to the kitchen and make a bagel for him with a glass of milk. "About last night..." he starts to say, but you interrupt him, "there's nothing to talk about, I don't fit into your world. Last night just helped me realize that." You say calmly.

"What do you mean you don't fit into my world?" He asks with a hint of annoyance. "I have no powers, I don't know how to fight, I'm nothing special, just an ordinary woman trying to keep my head above water." You tell him. "You fit into my world perfectly. Everyone adores you, and last night, they chewed my ass out for you. Adriana means nothing to me." He declares. "She sure looked like she meant something to you last night." You mutter before taking a sip of tea.

"Maybe you should get the whole story before you judge me." He says, sounding angry. "Tell me then." You say. "I tried to get rid of her after she found me at the bar, but she wasn't having it, and I didn't want to cause a scene. She followed me back to the table and sat down. When Mor came back and you were gone, I knew why. Rhys was the one to get rid of her once he saw she wasn't listening to me about you."

"That would explain why everyone seemed uncomfortable. But you let her touch you." You respond. "I kept moving her hand off of me, but she kept putting it back." He says. "I would never intentionally hurt you or jeopardize our relationship." He says softly as he reaches for your hands. "I love you, y/n." He says. "I love you too, Cassian." He pulls you into his arms and kisses you. You kiss him back, "Now take me to bed so I can finally sleep." You tell him softly.

He carries you to bed and cuddles up with you under the blankets. You rest your head on his chest as you listen to his steady heartbeat. He kisses the top of your head before smoothing your hair. "Sweet dreams, beautiful." He whispers as you drift asleep.

#acotar #batboys #sarah j maas #acotar fanfic #cassian x reader #cassian #cassian acotar

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bylerisrequited · 10 months

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'Cause you got her on your arm and me in the wings

I'll get your longing glances,

but she'll get your ring

Foolish one

#byler #will byers #mike wheeler #stranger things #taylor swift #foolish one is top 3 on speak now omg 😭😭😭 it's so will byers

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shslbunnylover · 5 months

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★★★𝘾𝙤𝙤𝙠𝙞𝙚𝙨 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙛𝙚𝙨𝙨𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙨 (12 𝙙𝙖𝙮𝙨 𝙤𝙛 𝙁𝙡𝙪𝙛𝙛𝙢𝙖𝙨 𝘿𝙖𝙮 5: 𝘾𝙤𝙤𝙠𝙞𝙚 𝙗𝙖𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜)★★★

Character: Alcina Dimitrescu

Taglist: @inlovewithgreta @lilfartbox1 (Message me to be a part of the taglist until I get a page set up!!)

Trigger warnings (DL, DI): N/a

Genre: Fluff

A/n: Day 5 people, I'm not feeling too good but didn't wanna get too much behind, I'll post two tomorrow hopefully.

Word count: 1.2k

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The cold winter months were always depressing around Castle Dimitrescu. The women of the household didn't celebrate Christmas, and the girls couldn't leave the house due to the cold. But after two years of working as a maiden, you were determined to achieve the hallmark Christmas you felt the girls you loved deserved.

You had joined the "family" after your 21st birthday after hearing all of the benefits such as a place to stay and a buttload of cash, but a certain someone was the main reason you stayed.

The lady of the house, Alcina Dimetrescu. Her golden eyes complemented her luscious black locks that would lay softly on her shoulders and bounce slightly every time you or one of the girls made her laugh. Her sweet Romanian accent. Her incredibly seductive body and voice. Her half-transformed form with her tentacles and wings. Everything about the older woman had you in a glue trap, leaving you stuck to writhe around in your own sticky feelings.

Her Romanian nicknames would always leave a dusting of pink across your face as soft as the snow that fell on the castle during the short winter days, and the way her arm would snake around your waist whenever you were standing next to her while she was reading.

You loved the woman and you wanted to be with her for the rest of your life. But you weren't even sure how to express a single percent of your love.

But one thing you did know was what Alcina loved more than anything: her daughters. And making them happy would make her happy, which was your way of flirting with the vampire.

Whenever you'd look at the older woman, you'd wonder what could happen if you just did it. If you just confessed, what would happen?

If you just stood up and made a silent confession, would she even look at you the same?

That's all you could think about as you stood in the large kitchen that had been left alone by all of Alcina's chefs who had gone home for Christmas break. You shuffled through all of the ingredients that rested in the large pantry to find every single ingredient for the chocolate chip cookies you were about to make.

"One O'clock..." You muttered, lifting your head softly to look at the large grandfather clock near the exit of the room you were in before looking at the darkness outside caused by the night, smiling in determination before getting to work.

Your brain was all over the place, and your heart rate was higher than normal due to how quickly you were trying to make the Christmas desserts for your favorite girls.

Swiftly hiking up your Colette dress, you got to work mixing each ingredient in the silver bowls in your hands, laughing each time flour or sugar would fly up into your face. But unbeknownst to you, Alcina was just as awake as you, listening to your heartbeat with her enhanced hearing.

Minutes passed as you busied yourself by finishing off the dough. Using a nearby cookie scoop to place each ball on the parchment paper, you hummed your favorite Christmas carol to yourself, still unaware of the woman listening in.

"What on earth is she doing?" The golden-eyed woman asked out loud, standing up and wrapping a silk black robe slightly against her underwear-clothed frame.

Alcina moved slowly through the castle, checking up on each of her daughters before finally walking towards the kitchen where she heard your heartbeat and other movements.

"What is that smell?" She whispered to herself, pausing in her tracks once she saw you in the kitchen, taking the cookies off of the tray and putting them on a large plate before writing a note next to it.

Standing there, you smiled softly yet proudly as you placed the now empty tray in the marble sink, your eyebrows furrowing once you felt an overwhelming presence behind you.

"Draga mea?" Alcina finally asked you, her tone questioning rather than upset, sharply watching every one of your movements.

You immediately froze up, your eyes shooting wide open.

"My lady- I-" You blushed, turning around, pulling down the skirt of your uniform. "I'm so sorry I just- Please forgive me!" You exclaimed with a shaky voice.

"Y/n I-"

"I'm so sorry I didn't mean to wake you! Please forgive me I'll leave!" You ran off, genuinely terrified that the woman you loved would possibly resent you.

Alcina quickly grabbed you, pinning you up against her body, electing a gasp from your body.

"Draga mea, be good and stay still," The black-haired woman said sternly, turning you around to squat down in front of you.

"Yes M-"

"Also none of that, you will call Alcina," Her eyes narrowed. "Now tell me what you were doing,"

"Making cookies for the girls and you... I've just...never seen you or your daughters celebrate Christmas as long as I've been here, and I wanted to give you the special holiday you deserve since you guys can't go out in the cold," You explained, shutting your eyes as your head fell to face the floor.

"Oh Y/n," Alcina cooed, pulling your chin up to face her. "Why would you care so much? After all, I'm just your boss,"

"But you aren't," You sniffled, wiping a single tear from your eyes.

"What do you mean Draga?" The maiden asked, "Don't cry, it's okay, just tell me," She assured you.

"You're more than an employer to me Alci! I love you! And I wanted some way to show it!" You finally confessed, your legs nearly giving out on you from the weight lifted off your chest.

You felt her golden eyes pierce through you, and before she could even speak, you did.

"I'll leave if it makes you uncomfortable I'm sor-"

Your words were cut off by Alcina pressing her lips against your own, squeezing at your body softly, trying to take all of you at once. Her lips were soft and plump, and she tasted delicious and addictive.

"You don't know how long I've been waiting for you to say that Y/n," She smiled softly before pressing a kiss to your neck.

"Are you serious Alci?" You asked meekly, to which the woman in front of you nodded.

"I've never been it any more than I am right now," Alcina nodded, grabbing a cookie off the plate before taking a bite. "Besides, how could I pass up a good baker like you to be my partner?" She chuckled.

You laughed softly, before pulling her into another kiss, tasting the fruits of your labor in her.

"I think this may be the best Christmas I've ever had, and it's all thanks to you, Y/n," The golden-eyed woman looked at you with adoration, before taking your hand in hers. "Why don't we make it even better and you come to my bedroom with me? We can have more of your cookies when it's a reasonable time to be up,"

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If you enjoyed reading this, don't forget to like, reblog and comment! Thank you and you are loved <3

-Akira

#alcina dimitrescu x reader #alcina dimitrescu #re8 alcina #resident evil #resident evil village #lesbian #bisexual #pansexual #wlw #wlw ns/fw #nblw #nblw ns/fw #wlw and nblw only #Akira writes #12 days of fluffmas #12 days of ficmas

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that-gay-guy-from-hell · 3 months

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I wonder how many times Sin Devil Triggered Vergil's accidentally hit things with his tail. He's been through a LOT of forms throughout his life but the closest thing to a "tail" he's ever had was Nelo Angelo's cape.

Just-- this is kind of hyper-specific but y'all know the scene from Robots where they first show Aunt Fanny (this one); I just imagine this is what it's like the first handful of times that Vergil uses his Sin Trigger. Just swinging his tail around by accident and hitting

EVERYTHING.

I mean, he wouldn't be so soft spoken as her but I think it would be the same vibe. Small fic; ignore some dumb logic-- = Rain heavily poured down onto the broken pavement as the three Sparda descendants stood together. It had been a long day and the targeted devil of today's contract was upon a high building, blissfully unaware of the death that was going to befall them. A Sin Devil Triggered Vergil and human Nero were currently going over the game plan about how to dispose of said devil. Dante was acting as a sort of lookout, standing off the side behind Vergil. Through a heavily distorted voice, Vergil spoke, "Are you sure about this?" "Yeah," Nero nodded, sticking his hands in his pockets, "I'll be fine; it's not like I haven't flown before." The plan was simple, Vergil was going to carry Nero up to the target where he'd snatch the devil with his "wings", dropping it right down to Dante; who would be waiting in his own Sin Devil Trigger. Vergil turned to speak to his brother, pivoting around, "Dante--?" A grunt left Dante's lips as he felt Vergil's tail whip into his middle, catching his clothes on the sharp scales and getting snagged stuck. Confused, Vergil turned the other way, causing his tail to move as well. Dante did his best to try and unravel his shirt but was unable to. Loud hearty laughter came from Nero as he watched. Dante shouted at his twin, "Would you stop moving?" Freezing in place, Vergil flinched as he felt Dante gently tug the shirt free. Though the scales aren't sensitive, this was still a very new sensation to the blue devil. Now free, Dante came around front, his shirt in ribbons, "You owe me a new shirt." Tilting his head in confusion, Vergil waited for Dante to elaborate; completely unaware of his tail that was flicking about. However, it was Nero who chimed in, "Should get a blanket too- or some bubble wrap- No, wait, I've got it!" He smiled with another loud laugh, "Pool noodles!" Dante joined the laughter, "That's a great idea; we should get the bright-colored ones too-" "Just to be safe," a thick layer of sarcasm filled Nero's voice, "His scales blend in so well with the environment, you know." As the pair laughed, Vergil let out a low huff, crossing his arms, "What are you two on about?" Dante walked over to his twin, placing a heavy hand on one of the silver-scaled shoulder pauldrons adorning Vergil's shoulder, "That deadly weapon that's coming out of your ass-" "It comes from the middle of my back," a small huff left through his teeth, shoving Dante's hand away, "Perhaps it would be best not to stand directly behind me, Dante." "Yeah- Yeah, sure," Dante gave a dismissive wave, "you still need to learn to control your tail, Verge-" "I can control it just fine. Now," he continued straight through, not allowing the others to rebuke his statement, "could we get this over with? Or would you rather waste more time?" Rolling his eyes, Dante shook his head, "You really gotta learn to loosen up, Vergil-- have some fun," with a smile, Dante Sin Triggered and awaited orders from the cranky blue devil.

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instacarma0798 · 4 months

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Title: Wings of Mischief

Ship: Natasha Romanoff x Reader (but only if you squint)

Warnings: background character death?

(A/N- I might make this into a full story, but have a little drabble while I get over writers block)

You sighed as you listened to the familiar sound of water drip from the ceiling in a constant pattern. Your knife twirled between your fingers, the metal now warm from use, as you waited for your hostage to wake up.

It was a red-headed woman, you think your dealer called her the Blue Spider or something, you weren't sure. Anyways, big money was involved and it seemed like fun so who were you to say no? The woman was tied to a chair, adorning a deep red t-shirt and black pants plus some sneakers. You almost wished her eyes were open, they were the most beautiful shade of green.

The woman groaned as her eyes blinked open, taking in her surroundings and you grinned. You leaned your chest against the back of your chair and draped your arms over it as the woman adjusted to her surroundings.

"Hiiii!" you drawled, "Nice to see your finally awake."

The pretty red-head glared at you as she finally gained full consciousness.

"Aww, don't give me that look," you pouted and twirled your knife once more, drawing her eyes to it.

She struggled against the restraints bounding her to the chair, metal handcuffs securing her hands and legs to it. After a moment she gave up and went still glaring at you.

"Ok so," you started to stand and walk towards her, stopping when she spat at your feet, "Hey! That was rude," crossing your arms and pouting your crouched in front of her, "Look, it's nothing personal, but you are going to make me big, big, big, money."

She eyed for a moment before grunting out, "You're new."

That threw you for a moment and you blinked wide eyes at her, "Thank you..? I'll take that as a compliment."

The woman shrugged as best she could, "Go ahead. You just aren't like other kidnappers."

"Oh it is a compliment!" you squealed, "Thanks!"

She didn't seem to appreciated your cheery attitude.

Sighing, the woman titled her head, "Have you ever thought about using your talent for good?"

You waved your hand in the air as you stood, "Meh. Good, bad those are all just labels. I prefer the term fun."

"Fun for whom exactly?" she questioned with narrowed eyes and furrowed brows.

"Me!" you exclaimed casting your hands out to your sides in a dramatic fashion, "duh."

Subconsciously you twirled your knife between your fingers once more, the action somewhat soothing having been a pattern since you were young. You pursed your lips as you paced around the woman, noticing her fingers twitching at the cuffs around her wrists. So she was smart. Good.

"Oki Doki," you clapped your hands together, forgetting the knife and wincing when you hit it, "Ow. Anyways, here's the deal cause I like you. Imma leave, my contracto/r will be here soon. If you're gone," you shrugged helplessly, "you're gone and you kidnapped me. Deal?"

You smiled when she simply glared you at you, "Oh honey, I noticed your hands working the cuffs already, I'm sure you'll be gone by the time my employer gets here."

Snatching your duffle off of the counter on your way towards the window you turned and blew her a kiss, "Toodle loo!"

Wings sprouted from your back, ripping your clothes (dammit, you just got new ones), as you launched yourself out of the window and let the wind carry you away.

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You didn't see the woman again for a few months, picking up a few jobs here and there. That was, until you were supposed to kill this super fancy man - to be honest you forgot his name - at this super fancy party. Thus you bought the fanciest clothing you could find. In reality, you ought to buy a dress, but that just wasn't your style so you went with a suit instead.

Smoothing it down you looked in the mirror as you stuck earrings into your various ear piercings and tightened your tie. The party was supposed to start half an hour ago, so you could be fashionably late - not that anyone was expecting you.

Once you arrived, blinding lights met your eyes, disco lights, and people chattering all around. It was rather loud for your taste, but it would have to do. You sighed and got to work. Locating the man you were supposed to take out wasn't hard to do, he was an older man with greying hair and a bushy beard.

Rolling your eyes you mingled until he excused himself you took your chance. Also excusing yourself from the random woman you were socializing with you trailed after the man. He rounded a corner, heading towards his private room.

Before you could enter after him a hand yanked on your suit collar, blocking off your air, and you stumbled back.

"Hey!" you yelled, "That was ru-"

Your legs were swept underneath you, cutting off your sentence. A weight, surprisingly light, was pressed onto your hips. A pale face stared down on you as a woman pinned your arms to the ground.

You grinned up at the red-head who you had captured a few months prior, "Y'know if you wanted to be on top all you had to do was ask."

She wrinkled her perfect nose in disgust before hissing, "What are you doing here?"

Huffing you flipped the two of you over, this time you on top, "I like this better," you wiggled your eyebrows, watching her nose crinkle and eyebrows furrow once more, "I just hafta do something then I'll be outa your way sweetheart."

Giving her a wink, your pressed a small device into her side - an electrical shock flooding her body as you hopped off just in time. Brushing invisible dust off your hands you stared down at her. Damnit, you didn't think this through. Ok...where to put her? You glanced around a tad frantically before locating a random door and dragging body over and shoving her inside the random room.

"Sorry sweetheart," you whispered, "I have a job to do."

The rest of the job was easy, you killed the fancy dude - blood spilled out of his neck and flooded the white carpet, staining it your favorite color. You leaped out the window once more, your wings carrying you back to your safehouse.

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Your next meeting with the woman was, to your shock, in one of your own safehouses. Priding yourself on having rather secure houses, you were quite shocked. The woman showed up with a man who carried a bow and had sandy blonde hair.

"Hi!" you chirped despite your surprise, "I see you brought a friend this time."

You turned some bacon over from where they sat sizzling in a pan on the stove, even though it was around midnight. You held the pan up, bacon cooked and ready to eat, "You want some?"

Both humans stared at you questioningly as you plopped your bacon onto a plate and grabbed a piece with your bare hands, "No? Ok."

It took a moment before either of them could formulate a response, but it was the man who did so, "No eggs with those?"

Gasping, you placed a hand over your heart, "How could you? Are you suggesting I commit cannibalism?"

Crunching down on the bacon you giggled as both humans stared at you, perplexed once more. You waved a piece of bacon around, "Relax, I'm joking." Rounding to counter you stood in front of them with your hands on your hips, "So, what do I owe the pleasure of two SHIELD agents?" It was hard not to identify them as such, and even with your limited knowledge of the how human's worked you were able to see the emblem on the man's shoulder.

The woman pursed her lips and regarded you for exactly two breaths before she spoke in her silky smooth voice ( you refused to admit that it sounded like heaven to your ears) that had the slightest rough Russian inflection, "You're an...oddity. SHIELD wants to learn more."

You let out an exasperated sigh, "First HYDRA and now SHIELD," your lips formed a pout and you sagged your entire body, "Can I just be left alone?"

The man shook his head with a small, almost fond, smile, "Sorry kiddo, no can do," he pulled handcuffs out of his pocket, "Would it be a stretch to ask you to put these on and come with us?"

"Ooooo!" you clapped your hands together in excitement, "First, not a kid," you held up one finger before holding up another, "Second, you brought friendship bracelets? I'm honored."

The woman looked close to snapping, much to your amusement, and stated in a deadpan voice, "Those are handcuffs."

"Eh, technicalities," you shrugged in indifference and popped your last piece of bacon into your mouth, "Any chance I could get your names?"

Honestly, you didn't expect to get their names - they were most likely spies after all. Especially when the man opened his mouth but the woman elbowed his side with a glare. They seemed to have a mini staring contest before the woman sighed heavily.

"I'm Clint Barton and that's Natasha Romanoff," the man introduced, gesturing between the two.

"Great!" you chirped, wings sprouting out of your back once more.

You shook them out, a couple feathers dropping to the ground as you winced and the two stared in shock. You took their moment of stunned silence to jump out the window with a flip, your wings sprawling out and spreading wide. Distantly you could a faint, "I told you so!" causing you to giggle.

#natasha romanoff x you #natasha romanoff x reader #natasha romanoff #black widow #female reader #marvel

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yournameloveskpop · 4 months

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Private Show

Paring: Hueningkai x Reader

Style: smut, romance, friendship

Word count: 4059

Summery: Hueningkai love the way y/n dance especially during her showcase. He’s get a special private show from her weeks later

Backstage at the concert, Hueningkai and the rest of TXT were unwinding after their energetic performance. The atmosphere was light and jovial, filled with laughter and friendly banter.

"Soobin, did you see the way you almost tripped on stage?" Hueningkai teased, chuckling.

Soobin rolled his eyes playfully. "As if you're one to talk! Remember your solo part? You were so into it, I thought you'd fly off the stage!"

The boys erupted in laughter, recounting various amusing moments from their performance. It was during this lively exchange that Y/N made her entrance backstage, her presence almost immediately shifting the dynamic of the room.

Y/N, feeling a mix of excitement and nerves, was adjusting her outfit, which was more daring than her usual style. She took a deep breath, trying to settle her nerves for her upcoming performance.

Hueningkai, in the midst of taking a sip of water, caught sight of Y/N. Startled by her unexpected appearance, he choked on his drink, causing a bit of water to dribble down his chin.

"What's up with you, Hueningkai?" Taehyun asked, noticing his flustered state.

The rest of the members followed his gaze to Y/N, immediately understanding the situation. They burst into laughter, teasing Hueningkai for his reaction.

"Looks like someone's got a crush," Beomgyu said, nudging Hueningkai playfully.

Yeonjun, in a dramatic gesture, covered Hueningkai's eyes. "Protect the innocent," he declared, eliciting more laughter from the group.

Y/N, witnessing this, felt a sense of relief wash over her. The light-hearted atmosphere and Hueningkai's adorable reaction eased her nerves. She approached the group with a smile.

"Hey, guys! Getting ready for my performance," she said, trying to sound casual.

Hueningkai, now a deep shade of red, managed a stuttered greeting. "H-Hi, Y/N. You look, uh, really great."

"Thanks, Hueningkai. I'm trying something a bit different today," Y/N replied, noticing his struggle to maintain composure.

"So we see," Soobin added, winking at Y/N. "Break a leg out there!"

Y/N chuckled. "Thanks, I'll need it. Wish me luck, everyone!"

As Y/N confidently stepped onto the stage for her performance, the members of TXT settled in the wings, their attention fixed on her. They watched intently, supportive and curious about what she had prepared. The moment she began, it was clear this was no ordinary routine. Her movements were fluid, graceful, and when she transitioned to the pole, her skill was undeniable. Each member, Hueningkai in particular, watched in awe, their admiration evident.

"Holy... she's amazing," Soobin murmured, his eyes wide.

Beomgyu nodded in agreement. "I had no idea Y/N could move like that."

Hueningkai was utterly captivated, his gaze never wavering from Y/N. Her confidence, her grace, it was all mesmerizing. Soobin noticed the look on his face and nudged him, a knowing smile playing on his lips.

"Dude, you're drooling," Soobin teased.

Yeonjun, observing Hueningkai's reaction, playfully attempted to cover his eyes. "Easy, Hueningkai. It's just a performance."

But Hueningkai was quick, grabbing Yeonjun's wrists to stop him. "Let me watch, will you?" he protested, a hint of red coloring his cheeks.

The atmosphere was electric as Y/N concluded her performance, the audience erupting into cheers and applause. TXT joined in, with Hueningkai's voice ringing the loudest among them. Y/N, coming off the stage, was a blend of adrenaline and elation, her energy infectious.

As soon as she stepped offstage, Hueningkai was there, his arms open wide. Without hesitation, he swept her into a hug, lifting her off her feet. Y/N, caught off guard, giggled and clung to him, steadying herself as he spun her around in his excitement.

Around them, staff and other performers watched with a mixture of amusement and curiosity. The rest of TXT laughed, their teasing comments filling the air as they watched their youngest member's display of affection.

"Looks like Hueningkai's got a new dance partner," Beomgyu joked.

Still holding Y/N, Hueningkai carried her over to where the rest of the group was standing. He seemed reluctant to put her down, his embrace comfortable and warm.

Taehyun, always one to tease, couldn't resist joining in. "Hey, Hueningkai, if you ask nicely, maybe Y/N will give you a private show one day."

The comment made both Y/N and Hueningkai blush, a rosy hue spreading across their cheeks. Y/N swatted at Taehyun playfully. "Taehyun, stop it! You're making us blush!"

Hueningkai, though embarrassed, had a glint of mischief in his eyes. "Well, I wouldn't say no to that," he said, his tone light and playful.

The group burst into laughter, the mood light and jovial. Y/N, now back on her feet, playfully punched Hueningkai's arm. "Don't listen to them," she said, her smile warm and genuine.

"I wouldn't dream of it," Hueningkai replied, his smile matching hers.

As the group continued to chat and joke, the connection between Y/N and Hueningkai was clear. There was a comfort and ease between them, a budding friendship that hinted at the possibility of something more. Their shared laughter and light-hearted banter only served to deepen the bond forming between them, a bond that was both new and exciting.

The HYBE building was buzzing with activity the next day, but at its epicenter was Y/N, surrounded by a group of enthusiastic ENHYPEN and Seventeen members, all eager to discuss her recent performance.

Woozi, with an appreciative nod, was the first to express his admiration. "Y/N, I must say, your performance last night was absolutely stellar. I didn't expect such a powerful show."

Vernon, standing beside him, agreed. "Yeah, we tried to catch you after the show, but TXT seemed to have claimed all your time," he added with a chuckle.

Sunoo, unable to contain his excitement, jumped into the conversation. "It was so cool! The way you moved, the energy – it was just wow!"

Jay, echoing Jake's sentiments, added, "Your control and presence on stage were something else. How do you even do that?"

Amidst their praises, Ni-Ki stood a little off to the side, his cheeks tinged with a soft blush. "It was really impressive," he said quietly, a hint of shyness in his voice.

As they were talking, Danielle and Minji from NewJeans approached, their expressions filled with awe and a bit of bashfulness.

"Danielle and I were just talking about your performance," Minji started. "You had us blushing! It was so powerful and confident."

Danielle nodded enthusiastically. "Yeah, you really inspired us. It was like watching a star in action!"

Meanwhile, TXT was making their way through the corridors of the building. Hueningkai, in particular, seemed preoccupied, his mind replaying Y/N's performance from the night before.

"I couldn't sleep at all, I kept thinking about Y/N's dance," Hueningkai confessed to his bandmates. "It was just... something else."

Soobin, noticing Hueningkai's distant look, nudged him playfully. "Dreaming of private shows, huh?"

Hueningkai's face flushed a deeper shade of red. "Maybe... I mean, it was just a dream," he stammered, slightly embarrassed.

Taehyun laughed, clapping Hueningkai on the shoulder. "Our Hueningkai's got it bad," he teased.

As they rounded the corner and spotted the crowd around Y/N, Hueningkai's heart raced. "There she is," he whispered, his gaze fixed on her.

Beomgyu whistled softly. "Seems like she's the center of attention today."

Yeonjun, with a mischievous glint in his eye, nudged Hueningkai forward. "Go on, say hi. Don't just stand there."

Gathering his courage, Hueningkai stepped forward. "Hey, Y/N," he called out, his voice slightly nervous.

Y/N turned, her face lighting up at the sight of Hueningkai. "Hey, Hueningkai! I didn't expect to see you here," she greeted him warmly.

The ENHYPEN and Seventeen members exchanged knowing looks and smiles.

Woozi, with a teasing tone, commented, "Seems like Y/N's performance left a strong impression on more than just us."

Vernon chuckled. "Yeah, Hueningkai looks especially... captivated."

The group laughed, the atmosphere light and friendly. But Y/N and Hueningkai seemed to exist in a bubble of their own, their conversation flowing effortlessly.

"So, everyone's been talking about your performance. It's the hot topic today," Hueningkai said, trying to appear casual.

Y/N blushed modestly. "It's kind of overwhelming. I didn't expect such a reaction," she admitted.

"You were amazing, Y/N. You should be proud," Hueningkai said earnestly, his admiration clear.

As the crowd began to disperse, Y/N and Hueningkai continued their conversation. They talked about their experiences in the industry, their artistic inspirations, and the little moments that kept them grounded.

Eventually, Hueningkai broached the subject that had been on his mind since the night before. "So, about what you said yesterday, about maybe hanging out..."

Y/N's face brightened. "Yeah, I remember. Did you have any ideas?"

"Would you want to grab some coffee with me? Just the two of us?" Hueningkai asked, hope evident in his voice.

Y/N smiled, her heart fluttering at the invitation. "I'd love to. It's a date."

They agreed on a time and place, both of them feeling a sense of excitement and anticipation. The day of Y/N and Hueningkai's cafe date arrived with a sense of anticipation in the air. As they settled into their seats, the conversation flowed effortlessly, spanning a wide range of topics.

Y/N's enthusiasm was infectious as she shared her plans for her next dance piece. "I've been thinking about covering 'Stay Tonight' by Chungha," she said animatedly. "After my last performance, I really started enjoying the sexy, girl crush concept. It's different, more subtle, but I'm a huge fan of Chungha's music."

Hueningkai listened with keen interest, his eyes reflecting his admiration. "That sounds amazing, Y/N. Your performance the other day was already breathtaking. I can only imagine how you'll bring 'Stay Tonight' to life," he replied encouragingly.

Their conversation delved into their musical tastes, dreams, and the little quirks of their daily lives. The date was filled with laughter and a sense of deep connection. As they parted, they were already planning their next meeting.

Several days later, Y/N was in one of the smaller dance studios at HYBE, immersed in perfecting her routine for 'Stay Tonight'. The studio was quiet, her backup dancers having left, but she was determined to keep practicing.

While she was lost in her dance, Hueningkai and Soobin happened to walk by. Hearing the music and noticing the door slightly ajar, they peered inside to find Y/N gracefully moving to the rhythm.

As the music came to an end, Y/N turned and spotted the two watching. Her face lit up with joy, especially upon seeing Hueningkai. "Hueningkai, Soobin! Come in," she called out, waving them over.

Hueningkai, feeling a bit nervous but encouraged by Soobin's gentle push, entered the studio. Soobin, with a knowing smile, left to find the rest of TXT, closing the door behind him.

Hueningkai found a chair and sat down as Y/N hit replay on the music. He watched in awe, captivated by the fluidity and expressiveness of her movements. Their eyes met at one point, and Y/N's intense gaze sent a thrill through him.

When the song ended, Y/N was catching her breath, a satisfied smile on her face. "You're incredible, Y/N," Hueningkai complimented, genuinely impressed.

Y/N, now choosing a slower song to cool down, suddenly remembered a playful conversation from their showcase. Taehyun had teased Hueningkai about asking for a private show, and the idea had stuck with her.

Turning to Hueningkai, she said with a mischievous glint in her eyes, "I have another dance I want to show you."

Hueningkai's interest was piqued instantly. "Really? I'd love to see it," he replied eagerly.

Y/N placed another chair in front of the mirror and instructed him to sit. As he did, he felt a rush of excitement at her commanding tone.

She changed the music to a sultrier beat and began a lap dance, her movements sensuous and captivating. Hueningkai was spellbound, feeling a mix of excitement and nervousness as she moved around him, her touch sending shivers down his spine.

Y/N leaned in, whispering in his ear, her hands trailing down his chest. Hueningkai watched her reflection in the mirror, completely entranced. When she straddled his lap, their eyes locked, and the atmosphere charged with tension.

Before Hueningkai could react, Y/N gracefully dismounted and finished her dance. Panting slightly, she said playfully, "If you want more, you're going to have to beg for it."

Something inside Hueningkai ignited at her challenge. As Y/N turned to leave, he stood abruptly and grabbed her waist, pulling her close. "This teasing isn't over, Y/N. Next time, you'll be the one begging," he said, his voice low and confident.

With a smirk, he left the room, leaving Y/N stunned and a little flushed. The encounter had sparked an exciting game between them, a playful yet intense dance of attraction and challenge. The moment Hueningkai rejoined TXT, the smug expression on his face was unmistakable. He had enjoyed the playful, daring interaction with Y/N, and it was clear from his demeanor that the encounter had left an impression on him.

Yeonjun, quick to notice the change in Hueningkai, raised an eyebrow. "Okay, spill it. What's with that look?" he asked, his curiosity piqued.

The rest of the group turned their attention to Hueningkai, eager to hear what had happened. Hueningkai just chuckled, his smile saying more than words could.

"Let's just say Y/N and I had an interesting time at the dance studio," Hueningkai said cryptically, keeping the details to himself.

Meanwhile, Y/N was still reeling from their encounter. The playful challenge Hueningkai had left her with was stirring up a mix of emotions. On impulse, she grabbed her phone and sent him a text, asking if he was free that night.

Back with the boys, Hueningkai was engrossed in a game on the PS5 when his phone buzzed. Glancing at the message, he struggled to contain his laughter. Y/N's invitation was an unexpected but welcome continuation of their dance studio encounter.

Quickly typing a response, he informed her he'd be right over. His confidence was evident as he addressed the other TXT members.

"Guys, I'm heading over to Y/N's place tonight," he announced casually, trying to play it off as just another casual hangout.

Soobin, a teasing glint in his eye, nudged Hueningkai. "Sure, 'just hanging out'. We believe you," he said, drawing laughter from the rest of the group.

Beomgyu chimed in, "Yeah, just like you were 'just watching her practice', right?"

Hueningkai, trying to maintain his composure, shot them a playful glare. "You guys have no idea," he retorted, standing up to leave.

As he made his way out, the boys continued their teasing, but Hueningkai was already focused on the evening ahead. The anticipation of what was to come added an extra spring to his step. As Hueningkai approached Y/N's apartment, his heart raced with anticipation. The short distance to her building seemed to pass in a blur. Upon reaching her door, he rang the bell, and almost immediately, Y/N opened it. Dressed in a nightgown, she beckoned him inside with a playful yet seductive gesture.

Hueningkai, unable to hide his eagerness, leaned in for a kiss, but Y/N playfully placed her finger against his lips, signaling him to wait. Soft music played in the background, setting the mood.

"The show isn't over yet," Y/N whispered, her voice laced with anticipation. She directed him to a chair in front of a body-length mirror and Hueningkai obediently took his seat.

Standing behind him, Y/N's reflection in the mirror caught Hueningkai's eye as she slowly began to remove her nightgown. Beneath it, she wore shiny, thin leather lingerie accompanied by a tight, shiny dress. Hueningkai's breath hitched at the sight, a mix of desire and awe filling him.

"You seem tense. Just relax and enjoy," Y/N said softly, noticing his rigid posture.

Hueningkai tried to relax, his mind racing. Y/N's hands, both soft and cool, began to glide across his chest, sending shivers down his spine. He reached up to hold her hand, but she swatted it away playfully, reminding him, "No touching."

She then moved in front of him, the slow, tantalizing way she unzipped her dress holding his gaze captive. He watched intensely, taking in every detail of her movements, her body, and her reflection.

With a graceful movement, she slipped off the dress. "Are you enjoying the show?" she asked, her voice a tempting whisper.

Hueningkai could only nod, completely entranced. Y/N then knelt down and teasingly began to loosen his jeans and belt. The anticipation was almost too much for him. As she slid back up, straddling his hips, Hueningkai's restraint broke.

In a swift motion, he grabbed her waist, pulling her closer. The sudden move made her gasp, a shiver running through her body. His voice was low and confident as he said, "Now it's my turn."

Hueningkai's gripped her waist tighter, his touch rough and electrifying. He leaned closer, his breath warm against her skin. She could feel the tension melting away under his careful ministrations.

With a playful smile, Hueningkai guided her movements, his hands steady on her hips. "Just follow my lead," he instructed, his tone teasing yet gentle. She found herself swaying in rhythm with him, a delightful hum escaping her lips.

"Stand up for me," he said, with a commanding tone lacing his voice. As she complied, a sharp tap on her thigh made her yelp in surprise, but she enjoyed it.

Hueningkai's eyes held hers with an intensity that was almost palpable. He removed the last barriers between them, his gaze never left hers.

He stood up and motioned towards the chair, his voice firm yet reassuring. "Sit here, and watch us in the mirror."

She obeyed, her heart racing with anticipation. As he knelt before her, his lips found the soft skin of her thigh, his movements deliberate and unhurried. "See how beautiful you are?" he whispered, his breath sending shivers down her spine.

Their reflections in the mirror was mesmerising and intense. She reached out, fingers entwining in Hueningkai's hair, guiding him gently. A sigh of contentment escaped her lips as her eyes fluttered closed.

But the moment was broken by a sharp smack on her thigh. She let out a muffled moan, her eyes snapping open. Hueningkai's expression was one of playful reprimand. "I said keep your eyes on the mirror," he insisted. "Don't miss a single moment."

She complied, her gaze returning to their intertwined figures in the mirror. Every touch, every caress was amplified by their reflections, adding a layer of intensity to their encounter.

As the tension built, she found herself calling out his name, a plea mingled with ecstasy. Hueningkai's response was to slow down, his movements becoming more measured, more deliberate, helping her savor the climax of sensations.

Finally, as the wave of pleasure subsided, Hueningkai drew back, his lips and chin glistening. He helped her to her feet, his own lips finding hers in a kiss that was both fiery and tender but he wasn't done yet.

As Hueningkai settled back into the chair, he gestured for her to join him, facing the mirror once again. "Are you ready?" he asked softly, his voice filled with concern and anticipation.

With a gentle nod, she positioned herself on his lap, his member sinking in carefully, their movements synchronized in a harmony of breaths and moans.

"Are you okay?" Hueningkai asked, his eyes meeting hers in the mirror.

"I'm more than okay," she replied, a smile in her voice as she began to move against him, finding a rhythm that was both familiar and exhilarating.

His hand rested on her waist, guiding and steadying her as she increased her pace at his encouragement. The living room was filled with nothing but the sound of their synchronized breathing and the soft sighs of pleasure.

"You're so warm," Hueningkai murmured, his lips tracing her neck, leaving a trail of gentle marks, each a token of their shared passion.

Driven by his words, Y/N quickened her movements, matched by Hueningkai's own pace. His breath hitched as he called out her name, a sign of the intensity that was building within them both.

"Just a little longer," he urged, sensing they were both on the brink of culmination.

Finally, they reached their peak, their climax left them both trembling. Hueningkai's arms wrapped around her securely, gently moving to prolong the blissful aftermath.

After a moment of silent reflection, Hueningkai lifted her effortlessly, carrying her towards the bathroom. He set her down on the countertop, his movements tender and caring. "I'll be right back," he said, stepping away to fetch comfortable clothing for the night.

Upon returning, they shared a shower, the warm water cascading over them, washing away the remnants of their earlier fervor. Changed and refreshed, Hueningkai scooped her into his arms once more, carrying her to bed with the utmost care.

As they settled under the covers, the tranquility of the night enveloped them. They lay there, content in each other's presence, grateful for the day off that awaited them. It was a chance to prolong this bubble of bliss, away from the demands of the world.

"Let's sleep in tomorrow," Y/N suggested, her voice a sleepy whisper.

Hueningkai responded with a gentle kiss on her forehead. "That's sounds good to me," he agreed, his arms tightening around her in a protective embrace.

The next morning, Y/N and Hueningkai were nestled together in her bed, an image of tranquility. Hueningkai was cozily tucked under the blanket, his head resting against Y/N, while she gently encircled his neck with her arms. It was a stark contrast to the passionate intensity of the previous night.

As the morning light filtered through the curtains, Hueningkai stirred awake, feeling the soothing motion of Y/N stroking his hair. He rubbed his eyes and looked up at her, their smiles meeting in a silent, warm greeting.

"Morning," Y/N said, her voice soft and sleepy.

"Good morning," Hueningkai replied, sitting up slightly and cuddling closer to her, resting his head on her chest. Y/N's soft chuckle filled the room.

"It's funny," she mused, "how you can go from being so intense to such a big, soft puppy."

Hueningkai just hummed in response, the comfort of the moment enveloping them.

Eventually, they got out of bed and started tidying up the apartment. Hueningkai picked up the leather lingerie and dress from the night before, holding it up with a smirk. "Make sure to keep this safe for next time," he teased.

Y/N's cheeks flushed a light pink, but she laughed, snatching the outfit from his hands to tuck it away in her closet. "You wish," she retorted playfully.

In the kitchen, Y/N prepared breakfast while Hueningkai set the table. The aroma of coffee and pancakes filled the air, creating a cozy, domestic atmosphere. They sat down to eat, chatting casually and sharing laughs.

As they settled on the couch to watch some TV, Hueningkai's phone rang. He glanced at the caller ID and chuckled, seeing it was Soobin.

"Hey, Soobin," Hueningkai answered, trying to sound casual.

"So, when are you coming back? Or are you planning another 'private show' with Y/N today?" Soobin's voice teased through the phone, making Hueningkai roll his eyes.

Y/N raised an eyebrow, overhearing the conversation. "Private show, huh?" she said, a playful edge to her voice.

Hueningkai grinned, replying to Soobin, "No shows planned for today. Just a quiet morning."

He hung up the phone and turned to Y/N. "Looks like the guys are missing me already."

Y/N laughed. "Or they're just curious about our 'private shows.'"

The morning continued in a comfortable, light-hearted manner. Their connection had deepened, now a blend of passion, playfulness, and a newfound domestic ease. They spent the rest of the morning in each other's company, enjoying the simple pleasure of being together without any agenda. The bond they shared was growing stronger, evolving into something more meaningful than either had initially expected.

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