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stvharrngton · 9 months

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hey! can u do 12 and 49 for the prompts if you're still doing them? with steve of course!! thank u <3

tysm for requesting!! i hope i got the right prompts cause i literally counted the list like 5 times kshfjsks but i hope you enjoy!! <3

pairing: steve harrington x fem!reader

word count: 1.9k

warnings: smut, 18+ minors dni, shower sex, heavy petting, steve and reader are a little goofy

prompts: "i won't bite. unless you're into that sort of thing." and "and where do you think you're going?" from this list (x)

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Beams of yellow and gold peaked through the curtains as you stirred awake, Steve snoring softly behind you. Your neck lay on his bicep as his face was tucked softly into your shoulder. His other was draped across your stomach, his hand splayed across your skin beneath your shirt.

You stretched your limbs underneath the sheets, a soft groan rumbling in your throat as sleep still racked your body. He shifted behind you, his large hand tightening on your stomach, lips smattering soft kisses along your shoulder and back.

“Good morning, beautiful,” he hummed, voice rough and gravelly, still laced with slumber.

“Morning, handsome,” you replied, eyes still firmly closed shut. You reached behind you to card your fingers through his hair, soft brown tresses silky smooth between your fingers.

You treasured these moments with Steve. Early mornings shared together before either of you had to go to work, lay ins on Sundays when you set no alarms. You loved to just lie in each other’s arms, hands wandering, legs tangled together beneath the sheets.

Unfortunately, this was not one of those mornings.

Glancing over at the red numbers on the alarm clock on the nightstand, you sighed. You really needed to get up and get moving, no matter how badly you wanted to stay wrapped up with Steve.

You managed to free yourself from his grip as you swung your legs over the edge of the bed, ready to make your way towards the bathroom.

“And where do you think you’re going?” Steve whined, hands outstretching to grab at you.

“For a shower.” you stated, your eyes rows raised just a tad. A playful smile threatening to tug at your lips.

“Without me?”

Steve was a picture as he said it. Sprawled out in the mass of sheets, hair a floppy mess on his head. Pink lips formed in a pretty pout. How you ached to climb back into bed with him but you really had to get ready.

“You’re such a boy, Steve,” you chortled, finally making your way into the en-suite. You turned the shower on, letting the water heat up.

He grunted as he rolled back over onto his stomach, head laying soundly on his crossed arms on the pillow.

“Well, are you coming or not?” you asked, appearing in the doorway once more, hands on your hips in Steve’s signature pose. He responded with a sleepy Hmm? as he rolled back over, eyes fluttering up at you.

“I won’t bite. Unless you’re into that sort of thing.” You said with a shrug as his attention was fully on you now. Eyes wide with a grin on his face, carefully watching as you lifted your sleep shirt up and off your body, revealing your tits to the boy still in bed.

“Fuck,” he groaned, “I’m coming, shit—“ Steve stumbled out of bed, doing his best to rid himself of his boxers on his way to the bathroom. “C’mere, you,” Steve cooed, fingers wrapping around your wrist, spinning you into his arms.

His large palms delved beneath your panties, hands squeezing at your ass beneath the material. You braced yourself against his chest, rough ringlets of hair scratching at your palms.

“I am, by the way,” he breathed as his lips came only millimeters away from yours, “into that sort of thing, I mean.”

You huffed out a laugh, your arms slung over his shoulders now, “You’re such a dork,” you whispered as your lips brushed against one another in a kiss.

He pulled you closer, if that was even possible, his fingers still kneading at the doughy flesh of your ass, the kiss getting more heated by the second.

Steve was handsy and you loved it. He loved to always have his hands on you in some way, loved to pinch and squeeze, to caress and grope.

Your panties slowly made their way to the floor as you stepped out of them, leading Steve into the warmth of the shower. His hands never left you, lingering on your waist as he pecked your lips over and over, in quick succession.

You hummed as the warm droplets of water covered both your bodies, Steve’s hands slippery as they wandered up and down your skin. “I do actually have to shower, Steve,” you breathed against his lips.

You felt him smirk into your kiss as he replied, “I know.”

Steve reached behind you for your favourite body wash, with scents of grapefruit and ginger, squirting a generous amount into the palm of his hand. You watched through your wet lashes as Steve lathered the soap between his hands before starting at your shoulders, massaging the scrub into your skin.

Your eyes fluttered closed as Steve dug his fingers and palms into you so delicately, a sweet little sigh leaving your lips. His hands travelled to your chest, fingers tracing over your tits, your pert buds erecting at his featherlight touch. Steve lathered the body wash into your soft skin, large palms groping and cupping your breasts, the boy’s gaze fixated on how soapy and wet your tits looked.

“Such pretty tits, baby,” Steve groaned, as he squeezed them together, letting them bounce free. His fingers found your nipples, finger and thumb squeezing at the sensitive peaks, causing a moan to erupt from you.

“Steve,” you whimpered, hands bracing themselves on his broad shoulders, your thighs clenching beneath you.

“I know, baby, I know,” he cooed, hands still firmly on your chest as he leant into you, lips brushing against yours softly. Steve kissed you all pretty, tongue swiping along your bottom lip as he licked into you.

Not bothering to wash the soap from your body, his hands wandered to your thighs, large palms hooking underneath as he urged you to jump. Steve held you to him, your ankles crossed at the small of his back as he pressed you against the glass of the shower.

You exhaled a groan as Steve moved his lips to your neck, sloppy kisses pressed against the skin there. You felt his stiffening cock press between your bodies, electricity rolling throughout you at the feeling of his lips on your skin, his fingers pressing into your doughy thighs.

Steve reached between you, his fingers travelling to your core. They pressed at your entrance, middle and pointer finger teasing your hole, eventually pushing inside. You whimpered as your head rolled back against the glass, Steve’s fingers scissoring and pumping in and out of your pussy.

He hummed against your skin, wet lips teasing as they enveloped your ear lobe, nibbling and sucking. You breathed out a ‘please’, a pathetic whine as your lips formed in a pout, pleading with Steve to give you something more.

“Alright, alright,” Steve chuckled, hushing you softly, “easy tiger.” His fingers wrapped around his cock now, wrist pumping a few times as he pressed the tip against your entrance, pushing into your wet hole ever so slowly.

The whimper that tumbled past your lips was music to Steve’s ears, loving how the stretch of his cock inside your cunt got you to make that noise, every damn time. His lips tugged upwards as he pushed in further, his jaw going slack as he made it halfway

“That’s it, baby, there you go,” Steve cooed, praise oozing off his tongue. His hand returning to your thigh, a gentle squeeze to your flesh, a subtle way of checking on you.

You dug your nails into his shoulders, leaving little crescent marks in their wake as you urged the boy to move. Steve began slowly, torturously so. Thick cock fucking in and out of your heat at a relaxed pace, the protruding veins pulsing against your wet walls.

“Steve, fuck–,” you moaned out, the sound bouncing off the glass along with the water continuing to blast from the shower head. The rivulets dousing your bodies, skin hot and slippery as you melted into one another.

“Oh, sweet girl,” Steve breathed, sopping wet hair flat against his forehead, cock aching within you, “taking my cock so well, s’like you were made for me, huh?”

Steve’s voice was syrupy sweet, full of saccharine with just a hint of a condescending tone. The boy loved how easy it was to get you like this, to get you whimpering and breathless. He knew exactly what buttons to push, exactly what parts of you to touch and kiss and usually, you would curse him for it. Until you were full up of his cock and moaning out his name, that is.

“Just for you, Stevie,” you cried as Steve picked up the pace now, hips snapping up against you.

“Good girl,” Steve moaned, the loud slap of skin on skin heard just above the sound of rushing water, the glass of the shower fully steamed up now. The boy’s cheeks were flushed pink, mouth hanging agape as his moans got louder and sharper. The way Steve was bullying his cock into your hole was sending you closer to the edge, the coil in your lower stomach wound tight.

“Don’t know how much longer I can last, fuck,” Steve groaned, lips searching for yours as they found your jaw instead, “pussy’s too fuckin’ sweet.”

You simply whined in response, crying out for your own climax. Your fingers found their way into Steve’s hair, tresses sopping wet as you tugged at the strands, pulling a pretty little sigh from the boy. You were so close to the end of your tether, your orgasm right around the corner as the tip of Steve’s cock brushed against your sweet spot, over and over again.

Your hand slipped between your bodies, your dainty fingers finding your puffy clit as they circled the throbbing bud harshly. Steve’s eyes followed your fingers, a lustful haze overcoming his gaze as his cock twitched inside you.

“Can you cum f’me, pretty?” he asked, desperation lingering on his voice.

You simply nodded, fingers speeding up as Steve matched your pace with his thrusts. The both of you crying out at the pleasure that overwhelmed you as you neared your summit, white hot sparks shooting through your skin.

“Need you to cum, babygirl, come on,” Steve was yearning for it now, aching and craving the sweetness you were going to give him.

And that’s all you needed. One more circle of your fingers, one more stroke of Steve’s cock and you were coming undone with Steve right behind you. You wailed as Steve grunted, his fingers digging into your skin harshly now, his thrusts becoming hard and messy as your juices coated his length.

“Fuckfuckfuck,” he groaned, hot cum filling you up as your chest heaved against his, the rough scratch of his chest hair against your tits making everything ten times more euphoric. Steve lapped up everything you gave him, his thrusts slowing but still present as he longed to fuck his cum back inside your hole for as long as he could.

The sensitivity became too much eventually, toes curling on the tiled floor of the shower as Steve let his cock fall from you. He held you against him softly before setting you down on shaky legs.

He chuckled as you wobbled, holding you up straight at your shoulders, pressing soft kisses all over your face. “I’m definitely gonna be late,” you groaned, grinning as Steve continued his assault with his lips, “and I am definitely blaming you, Harrington.”

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hecateslore · 2 months

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💌

supervisor!simon

“Yeah that would be great!”

You hand him the keys, and with so much ease, the door opens. “There you are.” He steps out of the way for you to walk through. “Thanks.” you say quietly. Your house was dim, the only light was the small pink lamp your mom bought you as a housewarming gift.

“You can make yourself comfortable, I’m gonna change really quick.” You say and scurry to your bedroom. Ridding of the dress you wore. You couldn’t help but to frown at the beautiful fabric, what a waste it went.

Simon looked around the living room, he noticed the small little rose bottle left on the coffee table, small knick knacks sitting on top of the stack of magazines. We moved over to the wall with paintings and pictures. Some look like a toddler drew them.

Your house was so, you. It was kind of small. But it suits you. Simon smiled and the pictures of what he presumed to be you and family. He could hear you humming from down the hall. He looked around the room once more. Plants. Some on the dining table, some on the floor, he can even see the ones outside on your balcony.

He chose to sit on your couch. It was comfy, not better than his, but it was good. It smelled like you. Clean, like orchids and sweet.

“You look like a creep sitting in the dark.” you chuckle from the middle of the hallway. Simon smiles, not that you could see it, but he did.

“Couldn’t find the light switch.” He says, rubbing his hands over his thighs. The sight of you in your lounge wear. A t-shirt and some pajama pants. What was left of your makeup was gone. “Nice pajamas.” He laughs at the pink pants with clouds on them. “My mom bought me these, they were half off.” You note. “Stylish.” He assures you and you roll your eyes at him. Walking around the room, turning on the lights around your living area. “Want a drink?” you ask, walking towards your kitchen. “Uh sure.”

Simon liked this, how calm and in your element you were. He got up from his seat on the sofa and moved to the dinner table. “I only have canned beer.” you say holding up the very vibrant red cans. “That’ll do.”

“I drank my last little wine bottle,” you frown, placing the beers on the tile coasters. “I noticed the paintings and photos.” he smiles, “The drawings are my nieces,” you grin to yourself, “Do you want a glass?”

“Please.” Simon looks over at the paintings again. Nieces. He nods, “All of those?” he looks at you, “They’re good huh? She’s only three but they look better than any other three year olds.” You shrug, placing the glass before him. “That was my dads, don’t break it. It’s my favorite”

Simon’s eyes widened, “He’s not dead,” you laugh, “the glass has a lot of sentimental value.” You finally take a seat and crack open your can. “No glass?” he says while pouring the beer in. “I like to live on the edge.” you take a sip, “You’re a cool girl.” Simon winks, and you groan in response.

“I’ll die of alcohol poisoning right now.” You joke. Simon only laughs at you. “It’s been such a weird day.” You put your head down on the table. You lift it again and look at Simon, who was sitting back in his chair with his arms crossed, “On valentines day, I really had fun talking to you.” you admit, resting your chin in your palm. “And I’m having fun now.” You say taking a swig.

He hums and you quiet down, His glass was barely empty. He took light sips, letting you blabber on and on. “This was a waste of time wasn’t it?” you chuckle sadly, “Sorry I asked this, I mean you’re clearly uncomfortable.” You get up and start cleaning up, throwing your can and you reach for his glass.

“No it’s not that, I’m just not that much of a drinker.” he smiles apologetically, “This is fun, talking is fun.” he clarifies. “Oh.” you say dumping the beer down your drain, “Well I should’ve asked instead of forcing it down your throat.” You joke, trying to close the pit in your stomach.He pulls his phone out from his pocket and checks the time, “Maybe I should get going.” he sighs, “Yeah, it’s getting late.” You nod. “We could do this some other time, yes?”

“Uh sure.” You try to hide the awkwardness behind a grin. “I’ll see you monday?” He asks while getting up, “Yeah, yeah.” You say. You walk him to the door, your feet feeling heavy with shame, guilt, embarrassment, your buzz wearing off. “I’ll see you?” he says one more time, his large frame in the door frame. “You sure will!” he Smiles, and that dimple appears. “Bye.” he says tapping the door frame. “Bye, Simon.” You smile and wave.

You shut the door, Smile immediately fading. You overstepped, you overshared, and you brought him in! As if the date wasn’t enough, You made Simon feel uncomfortable.

You walk into your room, get into bed and stare at the ceiling. God, he looked so good tonight. He looked so good today. He always looks good. You wanted to text him, calling him tonight was bad. It was a reckless bad Idea, now work’s going to be awkward. All because you had a little too much to drink.

You pull the cover over your head and shut your eyes hoping to fall asleep, quickly.

Monday you come in early, like always. Johnny wasn’t at work yet, but Simon was. He was on his computer, his shoulder brace was on again. You wanted to walk up to his office, maybe say hey or ask if he wanted to grab breakfast, but Saturday's shenanigans stopped you before you could.

You hated how much he was making you stare. His brows were furrowed and he was so focused. The way he held his hand over his mouth while he clicked away. It was so pathetic how much you were staring, practically drooling after him. You were snapped out of your thoughts by Linda, who had a plastic bag full of sweet candy. “ I bought way too much over the weekend, My grandson's birthday party, and you know how much candy you have to buy for little kids.”

You said your Mhm’s watching Simon walk around his office, getting paper from his printer, and checking his bag. “And that’s when I was like I need to give some of this away.” Linda laughed, and you did too, it was fake of course and probably way over the top. When you looked at Linda she had a concerned look on her face, “do you want the candy or?”

“Yeah just leave it on my desk I’ll be right back.” You say quickly.

You enter his room tapping lightly on the wall next to you, he looks up from his computer screen. “Hello there.” He smiles softly, and you almost melt, “Hi.” you say back, “need something?” he asks, moving paperwork around. “Uh no, I just wanted to say hey, or hi, or whatever.” you stumble, “Hey or Hi, to you too. ” he chuckles and You grin at his casualness, “How was your Sunday?” You question, “Busy,” he lets out a breath, “It was pretty busy.” He finishes. “How was yours?” “Mine was good,” You clear your throat.

It wasn’t good, You were hungover all day. The red ,The yeast and the greasy diner food came up the second you woke up. Also you went to sleep sexually frustrated. Everytime you closed your eyes, you felt the light tap on your knee from Simon. Maybe this was your limbo.

“I felt a little crappy but, It was good.” You answer finally, “That’s good to hear.” he chuckles, “Uh oh.” He says a bit louder, you turn your head and see Johnny pass his door. You hear him cackle to himself, “You’re so annoying.” you playfully roll your eyes.

Which wasn’t true. You liked it all too much.

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the-froschamethyst4 · 6 months

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Suit

➤ Day 7

𖤐 Pairing: Husband! Price x Wife! Reader

𖤐 Pronouns: She/Her

𖤐 Warnings: Smut, NSFW, married couple, hand job, blowjob, kissing, eating out, slightly aggressive, biting, age gap

𖤐 Summary: Price works from home, he absolutely loves it, working from home and getting a good fuck in from his wife. He was in an important meeting when his wife comes in and gives him some help since she was his ex-secretary, so, she knows his strengths and weaknesses

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Price was getting ready for an important meeting; he was going to discuss to his employees about how the marketing is all of a sudden dropping.

He started to business after leaving the Military and so far, his sales have been through the roof but recently, they've been dropping, and he doesn't know why.

Y/n his wife sat on the couch watching TV in one of Price's t-shirts, her knees to her chest as she looked at the screen. Y/n use to Price's secretary so she knew everything and anything about him.

She was a newly fresh graduated College student and became his assistant almost right after graduating, his company is top of the line and everyone wanted to work for him, and she got to work so close with him that he fell in love with her and married her. They've been married for 5 years now.

Price didn't care if people judged them or anything, he loves Y/n even if some people don't think they should be together.

Price leaned in his chair looking at the computer screen. Price turned to his left and looked at a couple pictures of his and Y/n's wedding, Y/n looking beautiful in her wedding dress, her with a beautiful smile on and lovely red and pink roses in her hands.

Another was a little more scandalous, Y/n was on a bed on her back wearing black lacy lingerie, it was her and Price's 3-year anniversary and Y/n went to a professional photographer and took sexy photos to surprise Price with. Obviously, he loved them that he kept some in his wallet, on his nightstand next to his side of the bed and even a few on his desk, that he stares at ALL THE TIME!

Y/n knows about him having those photos scattered around the house and isn't ashamed by them but does wish he puts them somewhere else when they have guest over.

Y/n went to the kitchen and poured herself some hot water and grabbed a tea bag, she dipped it in the hot water and walked into Price's office.

Price looked up when he heard feet sticking to the hard wood floor, he saw his wife in the doorway and smiled at her.

"Honey," he coos, he smiles at her as she walked to the other side of the desk and sat on his lap. She looks at the computer seeing that he was in a meeting.

"Can they see us right now?"

"No, I told them I was going to use the restroom but really, I'm trying to solve this shit, and they can't hear us either," he says, showing her the papers of the low sales. Y/n grabbed the paper from his hand and looked at it.

Y/n use to do the paperwork before Price saw it, but now it was different, he doesn't have an assistant or secretary anymore.

Price watched her face go from excited to serious, he loved that face, it means she was ready for business. He held her waist tightly, hummed when she talked, he wasn't really listening. He then leaned close to her neck and kissed her neck.

She didn't push him away. She let him do whatever he wanted. She was just to use to him being all clingy and handsy, when they first started to date, his eyes never left her body and his hands always wanted to be touching her.

"Price," she said as he was sucking on her neck leaving a purple mark on her skin.

He just hums and keeps going.

His hands went up her shirt squeezing her, and pinching her, she lets out a soft yelp as he squeezes her. She grabbed his hands and looked over her shoulder.

"You need to focus," she said.

"No," he mumbles.

"Yes...y-you...y-you need to focus on...your m-meeting...n-not...not me," she stutters as she tried to get off and push off of him. He just held her tighter.

Price's hands then glide down her thighs squeezing them as he kissed and bit her neck. She blushes at his hands squeezing her, she places the papers done and turned to Price.

Her hands went up his arms to his shoulders, she liked the suit he was wearing, it was one handmade just for him, tailored to fit his muscles, and fit him perfectly.

Her hands went to his matching tie and pulling him close to her face, smashing her lips on his. His hands went back to roaming her body, his hands squeezed her hips and butt.

"Remember when the first week we were dating...you wanted some fun...some risky fun?"

"Yeah? What are you getting at, honey?" He asks.

"I'm getting at is...why not we do that again?" She started to slowly move off his lap down to his knees.

"Honey?"

Her hands opened his legs just slightly, her hand grabbed at his pants zipper and pulled his pants down his ankles, and she grabbed his boxers pulling them down as well.

Her hand moved up and down, he moaned at her hand doing to best work. His hips buck up in her hand, her thumb goes over his tip getting a bit of pre-cum on her thumb.

"Already?" She asks, looking up at him.

"I...I was looking at those photos you took-"

"And you got horny by those?"

"I did," he says as Y/n just giggles and playfully rolls her eyes. She leaned closer to his dick and slapping his hardened dick on her tongue and moaning before taking him whole in her mouth.

She bobs her head up and down earning a moan from him. He places his hand over his mouth and smirked at her.

"Sir, are you ready to move on?" One of his employees asked. Price groaned at being interrupted.

He unmuted himself. "Yeah, yeah, let's move on," Price said as he turned his screen back on but left himself muted.

"Should I stop-"

"Don't you dare say that, and blue ball me, you're funny," he said, bucking his hips again.

She moans around him making him lean his head back, everyone didn't notice but if they did, they'd probably think he was getting bored, not realizing he was getting sucked off by his wife.

Price grabbed a handful of her hair; she goes done a little deeper, his tip definitely hitting the thing in the back of her throat almost making her gag, but she was used to his size.

She moved back up and looked down at his dick that was just begging for her to keep going. Price groaned when her mouth wasn't around him anymore.

Price wasn't listening to his employees anymore, just watching his cute wife. She licked her lips before putting her mouth back around him.

His dick hit the back of her throat and she just went back to bobbing her head up and down. She moans and gags on his dick making him smirk. He knows he's big and he's so glad that his little wife is the only person allowed to see it and wrap around it perfectly.

She moved her mouth again and started to move her hand back up and down. He put his head back groaning and moaning.

"Sir, is everything okay?"

"Yes, I'm fine..." he says. Y/n just looked up at her husband before putting her mouth back around his dick, he bucked his hips up immediately and hitting the back of her throat. She gags on his dick making him smirk.

He grabs a handful of her hair again. She felt him twitch in her mouth, she moved her mouth and cum leaked from the corner of her mouth and cum leaked from his tip. She swallowed the cum in her mouth and licked his tip getting the rest off his tip.

She even licked his base getting the rest off. She looked up at him and smiled. He smirks and cup her chin and leaning down to kiss her lips.

He smirked and kissed her lips again. "I'll be down in a minute," he smirks. He turns off his camera, so, Y/n could leave the office. She got off the floor and kissed Price's lips.

"God, I fucking love you," he mumbles.

"I do too," she said.

She walked out of his office and shut his office door. She walked back to the kitchen to make herself something to eat along for something for Price to eat too.

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Price was done with the long meeting. He walks out of his office to get something to eat. He rubs the back of his neck; he was in pain from looking down so much and he needed to walk around, he hates sitting for a long time.

He walks into the kitchen and saw Y/n. She was making something; he smirks and walks around the corner. His eyes widened when he saw her in just an apron.

"Price-"

"Jesus, love," he said, moving his hand down his face.

"What? Is my apron not cute?" It was a white apron with red cherries scattered around it. It was a little apron and the end stopped at her mid-thigh.

"W-Wha-No, no, it's very cute...very, very, very cute," he smirks. "I just wasn't expecting you to...look so cute...and sexy...." he smirks.

She holds the bottom of her apron; Price could just barely see her pussy peeking out from the bottom.

"I just came down for a snack...but I think I may jump straight to dessert," he licks his lips. She just smiles knowing what he meant.

"Well then," she leans on the counter her ass out, elbows on the counter. "Eat up..." she smirks.

He licks his lips, and gets behind her, he smacks her ass earning a yelp from her. He smirks, he leaned to her shoulder and bites her shoulder earning yet another yelp and moan from her lips.

She felt him go down, his hands moved from her lower back to her butt and back of her thighs. He licks his lips and kisses her folds; she moans and moved her thighs together.

"Are you wet, love?" He teased, knowing she was.

"You already know I am," she said. He just chuckles at her.

He licks between her wet folds, she moans and brought her head down, she moans and pushed her butt out a little more.

He pushed his tongue inside of her. She moans and leans on the counter; she looked over her shoulder seeing him looking satisfied with fucking her with his tongue.

"P-Price..." she moans.

"Ssh~ love..." he says smirking.

She turns back and brought her hand behind the back of his head making him push his tongue deeper inside of her. She moans and her knees felt weak.

She almost fell but Price quickly picked her up, she whines not feeling his tongue inside of her anymore. He turns her around and put her on the counter bring her pussy to the edge of the counter. He goes back down and starts putting his tongue back inside of her.

Her feet were on his shoulders, her right hand on the back of his head and her left hand groping her left boob and moaning his name. Price's left hand grips her thigh and his right hand resting on her stomach.

"Ahh~! P-Price," she moans. She could feel herself about to cum in his mouth. He felt his tongue being squeezed by her lower half; he pulled his tongue out and saw white liquid pour out from her lower half.

He smirks and kisses her folds and licks his lips and licks her clean.

"God, you taste so good," he said licking his lips. She just moans every time, he licks her, feeling like she'll cum again if he keeps doing that. And she soon did.

"Love."

"I couldn't help it, you know what you're doing, and it felt good," she moans. He smirks before licking her again.

"O-Oh my god," she moans.

"Don't you cum again," he threatens.

"I-I can't h-help that," she moans.

He just smirks.

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melanieph321 · 3 months

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Pedri × Black Reader - Our Secret Part 6/10

Oh Gavi, a walking disaster in this chapter 😮‍💨

Credit to whoever made this gif, found it on Pinterest

The story of Marcella and Pedri. As students of the most prestigious high schools in the country, the two are very focused on developimg their indvidual talents. Marcella has music whilst Pedri has football. However, worlds collide when Pedri's secret is revealed, he has diabetes.

Enjoy!

"Why the long face my dear?"

Marcella stopped resting her head against the passenger window. Her dad looked concern as she turned to him.

"Is everything alright, you're awfully quiet."

She shrugged. "Oui papa. I'm just a little tired."

"And upset." He nodded. "Don't lie to me, I can tell."

Marcella crumbled in her seat, lowering her head. Her dad reached out to shrug her legs. "Your mother will come around, don't worry about it."

"It's just a stupid dress." She muttered. "Why does she care so much about a stupid dress?"

"Well, it cost her alot of money, didn't it? Just for you to refuse to wear it tonight. Why is that Marcella? Your mother told me that you liked the dress in the shop, that you picked it out yourself."

"It was a mistake." She assured and was glad that the car ride to Martina's quinceanera continued in silence.

"I'll pick you up at midnight!" Her father shouted across the restaurant parking lot. There were alot of cars, dropping of a bundle of giddy teenagers. The girls wore colorful dresses and full face makeup, whilst the boys arrived in suits and iron pressed socks.

"Happy birthday Martina!"

She sat on a pink draped throne inside of the restaurant. People walked up to it, wishing her a happy birthday and dropping off thier gifts. Marcella stood in line, waiting to do the same. She took the time to admired the creative birthday decorations, the theme being "Pink Garden." All decorations were in pink, making up a plastic flower garden that all guest had to walk through to get to the birthday girl.

"It's pretty cool, huh?"

Someone appeared by her side. Marcella didn't have to turn her head to know who.

"I don't belive I've ever heard a guy describe anything in pink as 'cool'. "

Pedri was grinning once she turned to look at him. He was handsome, dressed in a black suit and tie. He had done nothing to his hair, he didn't have to. "I guess I'm not like others guys then." He said, voice seductive.

Marcella made a displeased noise and turned back to stand in line.

"I can drop the gift off for you." He offered, not yet to leave her side, even though she wished for nothing more. "I mean as the son of the owner of this restaurant, I think I have the privilege to skip ahead in line."

"I'm fine, thank you."

She was next anyway.

Martina, with her long brown hair and sparkling pink dress, sat on her thrown and looked down on Marcella like a queen would do a peasant.

"Happy birthday." She squealed, to which Martina fixed a smile, but mainly focused on the size of Marcella's gift. "It's from Pandora." She reassured. Marcella then stepped out of line, heading for the beverage table. However, she was still being followed.

"Is this about what I wrote?"

She sighed. "No, Pedri."

"Than what is it, why are you being like this?"

"Like what?" Her steps altered, forcing him to do the same. The restaurant was crowded, people enjoying themselves around them.

"Like this." He gestured. "You're being so...cold."

"Good, you deserve it."

She walked off.

"Ah, so this is about what I wrote."

Pedri caught up with her.

Marcella ignored him while pouring herself a drink.

"Admit it Marcella, you're upset with me. You're not even wearing the same...."

She almost threw the drink at him. "Of course I'm upset Pedri." His eyes widened, not expecting her to snap at him. "I asked you what you were gonna wear tonight and you reply by sending me a tasteless picture of you grabbing your....your..." She grimarced. "....stuff, saying you're gonna 'wear me out'. Like, what does that even mean?" Marcella's chest rose with her heavy breathing. She didn't realize how upset she was until now. How upset he made her feel.

"Marcella, I didn't mean..."

"Save it Pedri." She raised a hand, silencing him. "I know I sent you that picture of me but...it's not what you think. I'm not that kind of girl."

"Marcella please, I know you're not that kind of girl and I'm not that kind of guy, even though all evidence points against it right now."

She searched his face. He seemed sincere.

"Marcella!"

Someone called her from across the room, Beatrice and Olga.

"I've got to go."

He looked defeated. "Marcella, please. I made a mistake sending you that text. Forgive me."

"I'll see you later Pedri."

"Please, Marcella"

She lowered her head, tuning him out as she left him calling out her name. It was strange. No guy had never done that before, begged her for forgiveness.

"There you are." Olga said, annoyed. "I thought we agreed to be ready at eight?"

"I'm sorry, I was..."

"It doesn't matter." She snapped her fingers for Beatrice to hand her another microphone, which she passed on to Marcella. "We're on in ten minutes."

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Pedri had to get some air. He couldn't keep standing in there like a fool. Marcella had run off on him, upset with his stupid mistake. A problem for later as Pedri's thoughts were disturbed by a commotion in the parking lot.

"What's going on?"

"Ey, Pedrito!"

It was Pablo and his classmates, two guys that weren't on the football team. The three of them were having a blast, passing a half empty bottle of Absolute Vodka between them. The party was over as Pedri snatched the it from Pablo's hands before he managed to intoxicate himself more than he already was.

"Nah, Pedrito don't ruin the fun." He was slurring on his words, twice as drunk as his idiot friends.

"Get inside." Pedri commanded, shoving Pablo ahead of him.

"Come on Gonzalez. Chill, it's a party. Have a drink with us." Pablo's friends chuckled. Pedri approach them. "Are you guys stupid or is it just the way you look?"

"What?" Both of the boys' were disoriented.

"I said get the fuck out of here. There are kids at this party. Go home!"

The boys chuckled. "Okay, Padre."

Pedri left them behind, helping Pablo inside. He rushed him to the men's room where he vomited at the first sight of a toilet stall. "Stay put. I'm going to get the keys to my dad's car." Pedri left the toilet but was caught amongst the birthday guests as most of them gathered before a large table carrying a five story cake with lit candles and blossoming sparklers. He pushed through to make it to the kitchen where he knew his dad would be, however he seized to make his way there the minute her voice sparked through the speakers.

"Cumpleaños feliz...."

It was Marcella, along with her friends. They were on stage, serenading Martina by singing Happy Birthday.

"Cumpleaños feliz......"

The way her voice soared above the others, her smile lighting up the room, left him breathless. All time stopped and Pedri could not, nor wanted to, diverge his eyes away from her, Marcella, who's dark skin looked golden in the candle lights.

"Te deseamos Martina....compleaños feliz!"

As the song ended, Pedri couldn't help but to stare at her, his heart racing with excitement. He had never felt this way before, and it took him by surprise. He was in love.

The next moments passed in a blur. He found himself wishing that the celebration would never end, just so he could keep looking at her.

Then came the screams.

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Marcella jumped at the sound of Martina's scream. She watched how the birthday girl hopped off her throne at the sight of Gavi, stumbling towards her like a lost zombie.

"Get away!"

He was clearly intoxicated, his suit stained with what she guessed to be his own vomit.

"I said get away!"

It was like a seen from a horror movie, kids screaming, the crowd disoriented with what was happening. Marcella had a perfect view from the stage. She gasped however, as a man tackled Gavi to the ground before he could get any closer to Martina.

"Oh my god, Pedri." Olga drew a breath, also witnessing chaos unfold before her.

"If that's Pedri then who's he?" Beatrice frowned. There was alot of people gathering around the scene. But just like her friends Marcella spotted two of them, two Pedri's, escorting Gavi out of the restaurant.

"Where are you going?" The girls shouted after her as Marcella pulled up the bottom of her dress and ran out.

"To help!"

She arrived in time to see Pedri arguing with his doppelganger.

"Just give me the keys Fernando and I'll take him home."

"I swear to God Pedri. If your friend vomits in my car..."

"Then what? It wouldn't be worse than what you have done to a car when drunk."

The two stood facing each other, faces inches apart. By now Marcella had gotten to Gavi, letting him support himself against her by draping his arm over her shoulders.

"Guys, a little help?" She groaned.

"Marcella?" Pedri's eyes widened.

"Don't just stand there, help me put him in the car."

"He vomits, you clean." Pedri's doppelganger said, tossing Pedri the keys. He caught them and hurried towards Marcella. The two of them helped Gavi into the car and drove off in the night.

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How fast the night changes.

Pedri kept glancing in his rearview mirror, making sure that Gavi wasn't giving Marcella too much trouble.

"Pedrito." His friend slurred, sounding quite beaten up. His fragile voice cracked. "I don't think she wants me."

Marcella snorted beside him. "What girl wants a guy who humilates her on the most important day of her life?"

Pablo looked to her with squinted eyes. "Yeah and who the fuck asked you?"

"Hey!" Pedri hissed. "Calm down back there."

"She's crazy Pedri, haven't I warned you about her. Crazy."

"Oh, please." Marcella rolled her eyes and folded her arms.

Apart of Pedri couldn't help but to feel tremendously happy that she was there, with him.

"I don't think anyone's home."

She help Pedri get Pablo inside his house as the lights were out, no sign of his parents being home.

"Careful."

Getting Pablo up the stairs was the real challenge. Pedri had to step back and catch his breath once they managed to get him to his bedroom, dumping Pablo on top of his unmade bed.

"You okay?" Marcella asked, she could tell that somthing was off. "Pedri?"

His heart was beating like crazy and his body began to sweat all over.

"Pedri?" She was by his side now, terror in her eyes.

"I just need to..."

"Yes?" She nodded, ready to assist him with anything.

"I just need...."

"Pedri, what's wrong?"

He slumped down on the floor, resting his back against the foot of Pablo's bed. "Cramps." He groaned. His stomach ached, along with his arms and chest. His whole body.

Marcella fell onto her knees, her hand pulling back the damped hair that had fallen over Pedri's eye's.

"I need somthing to eat." He said, voice weak.

"No."

She ran off, out of the room and down the stairs.

"Marcella, no...." She couldn't leave him. He was gonna die without having told her.

Minutes passed.

It was difficult to stay awake. Pedri felt his eyes rolling back in his sockets, on the brink of passing out. This was not good. He had taken two insulin shots out of the five recommended a day. The distress of getting Pablo home had also taken too much of him, triggering a seizure.

The walls seemed to come down on him, just then it returned, her sweet scent and her light touch.

"Hang on."

She lifted his shirt. Pedri felt a sting in his abdomen but did not think much of it until a few moments later, when he seemed to come to.

"Here, eat this."

She handed him a stained banana, splitting the fruit into edible pieces. He was almost back to normal after a few bites, the light restoration his vision. She was still by his side, Marcella, in a dress that covered her long legs.

"Marcella, there is something you should know." Pedri adjusted himself against the bed, wanting to look her in the eyes when he told her. "I have diabetes."

Marcella paused, putting away the rest of the banana. Her soft hand went to his cheek, rubbing the spot that she then leaned forward and kissed. "I know." She said.

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Day 3 (September 25) - Marriage/First Date

Misty fogs fill the air as a white gown wisp and flutter across the plane of shadows and icey cold air as a beautiful woman stomps around the halls of her large castle. “UGH! I hate this!” She shouted out, many flowers bursting into flames at her wake, her high heels stomping rather harshly on the red velvet rug under her. “Why did Eliza get married before me!? I’m obviously prettier and better than her! Her own wedding itself was even a disaster yet people still talk about how perfect it was!” She growls, her dark locks going unkempt from her loose braid over her shoulder as she floats up the stair steps to save the trip of actually walking up them until she made it to the castle ballroom in an upset hmph.

The woman floats to the center of the room and claps her pretty hands together in a loud sound, “Steve! Put Eliza’s wedding video on!”

In a hurry, many ghostly gentlemen and women hurry and get a video reel up and rolling as pictures and videos begin to present itself onto the large marge ceiling above. With arms crossed she watches the images move and sound soon comes from them. “It was a complete disaster! I mean, the groom and her broke up at the altar and there were so many guys fighting over the whole wedding and she didn’t even bother to edit all that out? Uck!”

As soon as she said that, something catches her line of eye sight as the sound of a door slamming open echos–

“Stop that wedding!”

A handsome man in a red and black plaid suit and lovely groomed back ginger locks rushed right in panting out of breath with a somewhat flushed face, in one hand he had a velvet box and in the other a lovely bouquet of pink roses.

“Ha…Haa… I made it…”

“Steve, who is that?” Asked the woman as she watched him straighten his back up and swished his hair back again. One of the ghostly butlers looked up and mumbled, “I-I believe they called him Ace madam…”

“Ace…”That man stands there proud and full of light with such a different attitude than the others she saw in the video, she can feel her heart swell and swoon over those red eyes like the suit he wears.

“The ideal Prince that the princess always seeks, it does not even exist. There’s no way a guy who follows all your ideal terms and conditions exists, if you consider enough you would know. Just because you guys always give her fake hope like this, that’s why she is always seeking for the ideal partner that doesn’t even exist!”

“M-Madam..?” A ghostly maid quietly asked upon seeing her lady’s facial expression change into something else than her previous scowling anger.

The woman floats up to the ceiling, reaching a hand out until her pale fingers trace across that face of the young man in red.

“Yes, him… I have decided… I shall marry this man and make him my husband!

Ace runs down the hallway with Deuce in tail, both having frantic panicked looks on their faces as they slug their bags behind them or on their shoulders.

“This is why you set an alarm for the morning!” Shouted Deuce as he ran ahead of the ginger. Ace growls and jumps onto the stair railing and starts sliding down in fast speed, looking back he shouted back, “I just forgot Juice! You forgot your own alarm too!”

Down the halls are a trio of slightly older Heartslabyul walking calmly alongside each other’s shoulders.

“Come on Riddle-san, tell me more~” Whined Cater tries to give the shortest green puppy dog eyes. Riddle, however, only looked ahead unfathered by the begging and kept walking with lips in a fine line. “There’s nothing to tell.” He answered only that as he looked away.

Cater whined again and leaned back, “Come on. You’re having a crush finally!”

Black gloves quickly spring up and cover the ginger’s mouth as the dorm leader’s head goes bright pink. “H-Hush! Do you want the whole school to hear!?” Riddle growled out as his blue-gray eyes dark back and forth in worry.

Right when he looked left he saw a large flash of black and red come right for him right at the most perfect moment when Ace Trappola decided to use some wind magic to boost faster in his race to the classroom with Deuce.

Before anyone can fully process the motion the first year collided with the dorm head rather hard, bodies hitting the hard rug floor in a harsh echoing thud.

Ace imminently sits up, hands pressed on the floor on either side of Riddle’s head he gets up in a push-up motion, and looks down at the second year under him with immediate apologies flowing out his mouth like a waterfall, “I am so sorry dorm head! Are you okay??”

Riddle just laid there, on his back, in the hallway, staring up at the trouble maker’s handsome face, his eyes staring at those reds of Ace’s and slowly darted to his lips that moved in words that haven’t yet reached his ears.

He swallows as he feels heat burn his cheeks and go across his whole face and even down his neck and up his ears as his heart rate quickened faster and harder than any heartbeat he ever felt before.

Before the card soldier could apologize again, the tense cold metal feeling of Riddle’s signature collar wrapped around his neck and Riddle stood up fast and stomped off hard and quickly.

“Oh come on!” Whined Ace as his hands grab hold of the collar, only to pause when he feels the warmth of his body head again. He removed it imminently after?

Ace rubbed his neck as he looked at the spot he was just laying on the floor, confused and curious of the reaction and action of Riddle.

“You okay Ace-chan?” Cater asked, picking a piece of dust off his shoulder with a muffled giggle behind his lips. Ace blinked for a moment and nodded. “Yes,” He answered, “Just confused, that's all.”

“Oh you’re just as handsome in person Acey-Pooky~!”

Riddle sighs as he turns the corner, trying to settle down his blush and poor heart in his tight rib cage. Settle down Riddle, you are not like a normal teenage boy who lets his hormones get the best of him! He screamed in his mind as he rubs his cheeks in a mushing motion as if that’d somehow stop the blood flow there.

Damn you Ace, just disappear for a day!

He sighs again as his breathing and blood rush went back to an average degree and turned on his heel and began to walk down the hall again.

That’s when he heard a noise he never heard before. . . The sound of a man’s scream of terror.

In a flash Riddle runs back around the corner and witnesses Ace being lifted off the ground by five different ghost males while he kicks and screams, a female ghost with long wavy dark locks down her back and dressed in a lovely gown floating above them all and in front of the six.

The woman floats closer to Ace and cups his face, forcing him to stare at her. A smile spreads on her red tinted lips as she calls out in a sing-song like melody, “Yes. It’s you, the one with the key~ My dear Acey-Poo, by sundown, we are going to be married~!” She squeals a bit in the end there, causing the halls to grow colder and thicker in air.

Ace’s eyes widen as his face pales. “Wh-What?!” He shouts in protests, frailing around more as the five who have him grasped hard began to move with the unknown woman.

Working fast as rage fills his chest now, Riddle quickly ran up to them. “ACE!”

The two redheads struggle and grab hold enough of their hands, Riddle gasping in fear at the sudden disappearance of the flood under his feet as he too gets lifted up off the ground as he clings to Ace’s hand.

The lady scoffs and turns her head away in a snob like manner, “You’re scaring my soon-to-be-husband you gremlin!” She lifts a hand up above her hand with clear intent to smack the shorter.

But before she could make contact, Riddle fell and fell hard to the ground of the school as his glove slipped off his hand into Ace’s hold, his face making harsh contact to the rug line of the stone floor as his elbows ached in soft burns.

Ace struggles more upon seeing Riddle fall, calling out to him, “Riddle!” as tears threaten his eyes as dread and fear fill his lungs and stomach like a sour lunch.

But within a blink of an eye, as soon as the others whipped their pens out to prevent the kidnapping even further, the group disappeared with Ace’s screams of help and the mystery woman’s wicked joyful laugh.

All there is left is the cold dense air and rose petals that imminently dry and flatten to dust as soon as they touch the ground and Riddle on the floor staring at the spot in the air in shock.

“ACE!”

Roses tickle Ace’s nose as he rolls over in soft fabrics of bed covers, humming at the warmth that covers him blissfully like a sweet caressing hug.

The feeling of the sheets moving softly stirs him in alert as the sound of a soft sweet giggle comes from beside him. “It’s too early, Rosebud.” He whined as he crawled onto his stomach, his arms hugging the soft plush of his pillow in comfort.

The giggle happens again as he feels the presence of someone crawling closer, he feels soft lips dance in butterfly gentle kisses across his ear to his cheek and finally his eyelid nearest to the affectionate morning mate, a soft voice speaking in a honey sweet tone, “But I want to spend the day with my dear husband~”

Red eyes flutter open, the sun nearly blinding him as the morning greets him with much optimism. As his eyes adjust with the light he is able to recognize the lovely shade of red hair lay on the pillow beside him as big beautiful stormy blue eyes stare up at him as soft pink pout worthy lips smile in a cracked smile on a cute doll-like face.

“Please wake up soon my love~”

Ace jolted forward gasping for air only to immediately cough as he sucked in too much of the air into his tight and sore lungs and scratchy and sore throat, his hands running across his damp forehead and thick hair.

He pauses when he feels a fabric in his right hand and brings his hands down to see a somewhat smaller leather black glove in his grasp. Instantly, memories of before he conked out came flooding back from him and Deuce running because they were late for class they both had a test for that morning to his random kidnapping from six unknown ghosts and of course the falling of Riddle.

Gripping the glove close as his fingers curl and tighten into his palm, the feeling of dread and guilt swarmed Ace’s chest.

Riddle… He thought, the image of Riddle falling to the ground not erasing from his mind… Please…Be okay…

Then, the soft humming of a woman’s catches his attention.

Curiously, he ran his hands around to feel around the darkness until he stood on his wobbly knees and felt around some more until he managed to leave the shadows and into the light.

The light hurt and squeezed his mind and eyes like a harsh beating of drowning in icy cold water that boils hot immediately after, slowly dimming down into a comforting level so he was able to see he exited a wrapped large box of sorts in the large beautiful glass dome of the botanical garden on the school grounds. So it seems they just dropped me. He thought to himself as he shuffled forward carefully and confusingly trying to piece the pieces together.

Then he noticed the decor.

It was like the fairies from the Gala he went to went full pink and threw up all over the place. There were ribbons around the trees and lines, lights in the form of glass flowers that shine bright, many forms of flowers around it’s wake, and in the center of the entire place is a large stage with a not as large flower arch and a large seven layer cake coated in white icing with a God awful strange coral looking red mess of a centerpiece on top.

“Where the fuck am I…?”

A high pitch squeal causes him to jump and turn around fast to be met face to face of the ghostly girl from earlier who eagerly floated down to his level. “You’re finally awake Acey-Poo~” She giggled, her eyelashes flashing rapidly as if making morse code into his mind.

Ace cringed and stepped back in one large leap like step to create a distance between them. “Who the hell are you?!” He shouted. And he full on meant to shout.

The mystery woman blinks confused at him before giggling and grabbing hold of his hands and spinning the two around, “Oh Acey-Poo you’re so funny~! But I guess we should get to know each other for the next few hours until the party starts~ I am Lady Angelica Loaththorn, and you have no idea how long I’ve been waiting for you~” Her red lips pushed out and leaned forward to the ginger male who, in appropriate fashion, leans back in a started fumbling shriek. “Whoa there miss! What party??” He asked, no, more like demanded while he stared at her.

The woman, Angelica, giggled again, her voice like a scrapping nail on rusty glass, “Our wedding silly goose~”

Ice went right into Ace’s veins as he stumbled back, nearly falling from how far he stepped back, mouth opening and closing like a damn fish on the dock. “W-Wedding?! No way, lady! I don’t even know you!” He proclaimed, not phased in the slightest of her small pout.

“I knew you would hate the sudden surprise Acey-Poo, but it has to be done. If we don’t get married tonight during the full moon then we don’t get married!” She whined, trying to wrap her arms around him and growling when he ducked and moved away in protest.

“Married… Look lady-”

“Angelica~”

“Whatever~ I can’t marry you. I’m still a freshman in school after all!”

“Oh! That’ll be fine! It’s quiet normal for people to be married at your age~”

“In which world?!”

A ghostly butler wisp in and floats beside Angelica with a scared expression on his face. “M-Madam…”

Angelica’s chipper face drops in a scary sour expression as her eyes narrow and grow cold faster than a winter storm, her voice matching well with the ice that formed with her glare, “What is it Maxwell? Can’t you see me and my fiance are getting our wedding ready?”

The butler tenses yet shrinks back as he stares at the ground, Ace notices a visible shake and quiver in his transparent frame, “Y-Yes, well, it seems there’s some people here… T-They say… T-Th-They will take the groom away–”

“WHAT?!”

The glass ceiling and walls cracked harshly and some flowers grew heated and withered to nothing but gray mulch of stem and petals which caused Ace to cringe and sulk as he stared up at the woman he will apparently “marry”.

It wasn’t that hard to find the Ace you see.

Other students happened to have noticed the strange spectacle of Ace being carried away and Leona reported how there’s an unknown rumor of his favorite napping space being closed for an “important date” in which it didn’t take much to cross the conclusion that something was afoot there.

Trey, Epel, Cater, Jack, Sebek, Leona (who mainly came to reclaim his nap spot), Ruggie (who mainly came with to stop Leona from doing something stupid), Azul, Jade, Floyd, Kalim, Jamil, and Idia all hurried to the location in a rush to save their wild card friend and schoolmate with Idia only going for support and help as he’s getting strong sense of deja-vu in a way.

As the Botanical Garden’s doors open and the group of rescuers enter the building, they are instantly met with the odd sight Ace witnessed not too long ago which was topped off with a worried pale Ace standing beside a woman in white who floats there as if expecting them to burst through that very door.

“You are not invited to this beautiful ceremony!” Cried out the culprit in white who glares at these unwanted guests with cold daggers.

Ruggie’s ears flattened upon the heat of the glass dome and her shrieking shrill of a voice from the woman. Leona, seeing this, steps up with a scowling growl of his throat, “You have some nerve to come here in the morning lady. Not only that but to kidnap a random herbivore and do all kinds of random bullshit of the elements.”

Angelica hmphs and snarls back, “Begone you measly dirty furrball! This is a beautiful wedding between me and my dear charming Acey-Poo~!”

Some, though knowing full well of the situation in hand, couldn’t help but snort or laugh softly upon hearing such a disgustingly sugarly sweet affectionate nickname for Ace Trappola of all people!

Ace glued his eyes to all of them with a pleading look. “Please!” He cried out, “Tell her every bad thing about me! I will be mad later but please!”

Angelica laughs in response, “Nothing any of you say will turn away my feelings for my Acey-Poo~”

Deuce thought for a moment before he spoke up first, “He’s very much a rule breaker!”

The “bride” in the situation gave the dark haired guy a look to say he had formed an outer layer of skin and mucus in his hair before she retorted back, “Bad boys are cute though.”

Without stopping Epel joined in, “He isn’t that great at singing!”

Ace gave that one a look of “is that too far” yet Angelica laughed, “That just means I can shine brighter and he can shine the spotlight~”

“He’s very unmotivated!” Shouted Jack, ears perked way way up as if he suddenly was hit by lightning due to his sudden idea.

Ace chewed the inside of his lip as he stared at him. “Okay maybe that’s just–”

“His tail isn’t that good lookin’!” Floyd practically shouted out at random.

“Okay that’s too far!”

The crowd and Ace grew surprised as Angelica merely laugh and float around to the back of Ace, wrapping her delicate looking arms though for Ace it felt like a sharp sword was taunting at his neck, her voice a dove’s coo, “Love means you accept every single flaw of your beloved, that’s how much I love Acey-Poo so~”

Cold sweat dripped off the back of Ace’s neck as his throat caught tight hold of his breath as his heart began to beat in fear. I-Is this it…? How do I get out?!

“Yo, you’re connected to that ghost princess from last time, yeah?”

Everyone looked as the usually shy Idia stepped forward confidently yet his face was coated in shame for the one in front of him.

He tsked before he spoke up, “If that's the case then marry me instead.”

The crowd behind immediately caused an uproar, Azul hurrying to his side with worried ocean eyes. “What are you saying, Idia-San!?”

“Come on, I mean what I said!”

Angelica smirks and giggles out, her voice slightly darker, “Clever boy~ I can almost see what Eliza first saw you pass your little bitch appearance~”

Idia growled some, until he froze.

He fell hard to his knees as he coughed hard.

“I-Idia-san??” Azul knelt to his blue flamed friend, pausing at the sight of strange glowing pink markings going about his skin as his eyes became unfocused. “Idia!”

“While Eliza was weak enough to only freeze the body with just a mere slap on the face, she was never able to quite master her emotions like I~”

As soon as she said that, more of them started to fall ill with the same symptoms of markings and coughs.

Ace watched in horror before turning to Angelica with wide eyes, “Wh-What are you doing…?”

Angelica giggles and hugged Ace tighter as if she isn’t causing pain to the others, “Just a little poison ivy, nothing a little act of true love won’t fix~”

Ace only watched back in terror as Epel fell to the ground and Deuce caught him, tears streaking down his face in worry as the apple farmer coughs harshly and rasp like.

He can hear from behind him in his ear the sing-song tsk tsk from the bride, “Look at what your stubborn nature is going sweetie pie~ Are you just going to let them grow sicker? You’re a heartless monster at best and a coward at worst then~”

Red eyes widen more and burn in invisible tears as he hears Ruggie’s cries of pain and the look of Leona’s heartbroken expression.

He inhaled a shaky breath, “O..Okay… I’ll marry you… Just please… don’t hurt anyone else…”

Angelica spun Ace and her around as she squealed, “Yes~! Oh my dear Acey-Poo, you just made me the happiest girl in the entire universe~!” She giggled, ignoring her “groom’s” sickly depressed expression on his face.

“Now let us get forth to our wedding~”

Two shadows dance across a red brick wall as a blonde girl wearing a middle school uniform hurries to a shop window. “OOOOoooooooo~! Hey █████ , look at that dress, isn’t it cute~?” She chirped while pointing at a lovely robin blue dress. The one with short orange-red hair looked at her with an annoyed expression.

“Come on Alice, we talked about his…”

“Oh! Right, sorry Ace~! I’m still getting used to your new name~”

As the blonde continued on and on yappering to the dress, the ginger only felt his brain slowly go deeper and deeper down the deep end of misery, the stressful anxiety filling his system like pure sugar of a drink over the idea of this conversation…

“█████ look at this!”“Oh sorry █████ I forgot you cut your hair~”“I’ve always known you as █████ so please don’t hate me Acey~”

It was always the same… He can’t ever escape her… He will never escape…

Ace only stands still as a ghostly priest speaks to the room of sickly ill people who are forced to watch the scene go down, hands firmly straight to his sides.

“We are gathered here today to witness the ceremony of love and passion between Lady Angelica Loaththorn and Mr Ace Trappola in eternal love and marriage. If anyone were to dare reject this union, speak now or forever hold your peace!”

The trickster bit back the temptation of rejecting again, even more when seeing Angelica glare around the room as if they would stop this at this point of proving she’s a threat.

He pauses when he feels a familiar fabric in his hand and glances down at said hands, seeing the small black leather glove of his redhead Housewarden.

Riddle…

Suddenly, the door slams open.

“STOP!”

The ghost servants served as the shocked dramatic gasps as everyone, even the sickly ones, turned to the door.

That voice—

Ace turned his head around fast and his heart sore to the Heavens upon seeing the one and only Riddle standing there out of breath and red hair a crazed mess out of his usual groom style. His heart fluttered seeing his eyes shine with determination and rage, his heart swooned at the sight of him rushing in like some bad-ass in an action film, his heart beating fast just looking at Riddle.

Oh, He thought, his face slowly smiling, Now it makes sense…

Angelica growls, “WHY IS EVERYONE ANGRY AT MY WEDDING!?”

Riddle growled back, face flustered in anger and rush, pointing an accusatory finger at the bride, “This wedding has to stop! I won’t allow you to take him!”

The woman rolled her eyes hard and sighed, chest first in a dark tone, “You’re that little red gremlin from hours ago, you’re so annoying! Besides,” She clasps her hands into Ace’s, “Acey-Poo already accepted our marriage~”

The former Red Tyrant stared at his freshman shocked, his bare hand resting on his tender chest. “Ace…”

Hearing his dorm leader call his name like that made Ace want to cry, his eyes softening at those sad blue-gray eyes.

The bride growls again and snaps her fingers, “Steve, Maxwell, grab him!” On cue two ghostly butlers grab hold on to Riddle despite his clear protest.

Ace stepped forward fast, “Wait wait wait!” He shutters under the cold faux affectionate gaze of Angelica who stares him down as if her eyes knew what he was going to say, “We’re already getting married, there’s no need to hurt anyone else, right…honey?” He nearly signed out when she smiled and grabbed his hands again, interlacing their fingers happily. “Of course Acey-Poo~!”

Riddle was then held but a bit less rougher, forced to watch Ace hold hands with someone else and apparently be married to.

The ghostly preacher clears his throat and spoke up, “A-Anyway… Lady Angelica, do you have your vows ready..?” He sounded scared and jittery, a normal reaction for today it seems.

Angelica, not reading the air of uncomfortable dread of this apparently important day, giggles and nods, “Of course~” She turns and look at Ace, chest puffed out and chin tilted up as arrogates hits her tone and body as she speaks, “Ace, I love you so much and I vow to give you a life worthy of your love. I mean, I’m beautiful, I’m rich, I’m powerful, I’m a full package baby~”

As Ace listens to her so called “heartfelt vows” he thinks long and hard in his mind as the cold feeling swarms his chest, Well, I guess she’s right. She is a beautiful girl any other day I would be down to swoon, if I’m spending all eternity with her I guess that’s that. But…

He glanced behind Angelica some at Riddle, who’s still standing there looking on to the scene, a look of heartache on his face.

Ace thought back to the time of the dorm leader’s Overblot, that heart wrenching weeping and sobbing he created from his stone cold wined up doll expression of unresolved anger.

“I mean, what more can you ask for~?”

Angelica’s words hit him rather hard. Not in a sense he realizes he loves her all along for the half the day they spent together against his will and her threatening harm on his school buddies and friends, but in a sense that his heart felt pierced as he stares at Riddle.

I never wanted you to cry like that again…

“Do you have your vows ready Mr Ace?”

Ace blinks some before looking at the crowd than at the preacher and ghostly bride, a smirk soon coming on his lips.

“Yes, I do.”

Clearly his throat he held those ghostly hands lovingly and looked up at her, “I know you’ve must’ve been waiting for so long for me to stop dragging my feet, and for that I apologize. I vow to love you and only you, to make you laugh and smile every day while we’re around.”

Angelica smiles softly, though it more feels like a smirk, at these words. Riddle, on the other hand, slowly began to look down on the ground in defeat.

“I know we'll have our fights, and we might fight a lot, but even if we fight I promise and vow to always apologize first.”

Riddle blinks some and kindly glances up, peering the scene through the red veil of his bangs.

“I will make you happy, whip the tears off your beautiful face whenever you’re sad, ease the pain of your life inside and out with my entire heart. I will laugh at your humor, I desire to heal the heartaches you faced as you grew up and spoil you with sweets and kisses when you’re feeling blue.”

Warmth filled Riddle’s cheeks as his eyes widened. It was for the bride, nothing special, but… Great Seven it sounded like he was speaking right to him—

Angelica swoons softly, “Awww~ Acey-Poo you’re so romantic~”

Ace lifts a finger up and wags it, “Ah ah ah, I don't think I’m done yet.”

She tilts her head, and Ace continued, “If we’re going to spend every waking moment of eternity together I want to at least get some things off my chest so we can have a married life with no secrets, yeah honey~?”

The bride giggles and nods rapidly.

Swallowing a hard spit, the card glanced around the room until his eyes fell on Riddle. Here goes all my hard work on the secret… He thought as he sighed out.

“I’m transgender.”

The woman blinks.

“Eh?”

“It means I was biologically born female but transitioned to be a male.”

“Wh-What??”

Jamil blinks some and mumbled, “That explains the last one to shower bit.”

Leona mumbled as if joining the conversation, “I knew.”

Jamil looked at his upperclassman in shock. “You knew??” He hissed, voice matching well with his emotion. Leona shrugged, “It was not my place to bring up someone’s history and also it’s whatever right?”

The tense crowd watched as Angelia removed her hands off Ace slowly as he went on, “I also am pansexual, meaning I like girls, I like boys, and I like other kinds of people too. Also, I grew up in a divorced household so it looks like we’ll visit family twice on Christmas honey~” Ace smirks at the last bit when seeing and hearing her gasp.

He looked past her, softened eyes looking right at his captured dorm leader.

“And I’m in love with somebody else.”

This caused everyone else to gasp and murmur, well most as Floyd was very loud in his questioning, no one noticing Riddle’s cheeks flare up as he made a small gasp as well.

Angelica’s hands tighten into fists as she growls, “Y-You…”

“Hmm, what’s the matter honey~?”

She screams, “YOU LIED TO ME!”

Plants were set ablaze as the air grew hot and cold, causing many panic noises to come off everyone’s lip.

Ace ran past her and leapt off the strange wedding stage, his hair messy from the sudden hair and even more sudden warmth that cakes it, red eyes locking with blue-gray.

“Riddle!”

Riddle gasps softly and struggles again. “Ace!”

The ghosts were fast to let go of Riddle as Ace collided in a crash to the three, causing the pair of redheads to fall on the ground, almost mirroring their fall from earlier.

Angelica’s screams were all anyone could hear, “GUARDS, KILL THEM ALL!”

Riddle was first to stand as he grabbed Ace’s hand and ran across the Botanical Garden space in a hurry as ghosts chase them with swords and even muskets, Floyd whistling as he and Kalim cheer after them, “GO GOLDFISHIE AND CRABBY, GO!”

Riddle grabbed onto his pen and struck the first two with Off With Your Head rather easily, Ace following suit as he grabbed his pen and shot some wind at a few others right after.

Tightening his hand hold of Riddle again, he turned his head to him and spoke, “Shall I have this dance Housewarden?”

The king of roses smirked back and squeezed his hand, “You may.”

Immediately after, Ace spins Riddle around him like a toy ballerina, fire wrapping around them in a shield and attacking the ghosts.

The two move in gentle sync as Riddle bursts fire from his pen while Hellfire on Earth while Ace used every inch of air magic he can muster for a good fanning of the fires around him, hands never once parting from one another and when they did they were on the partner’s shoulder or back.

Angelica growls while watching this display and starts stomping around in rage of a tantrum. “GET THEM GET THEM GET THEM!” She cried and whined in screams and shouts as her guards one by one got cast out and snuffed by the flames the two made.

“Off With Your Head!”

Angelica shrieked back as she got weighed down by a heavy crimson and red metal collar around her neck, offense increasing in her facial expression.

The moment her raging eyes look up to scream again she is met with the sight of both Riddle and Ace squeezing their hands together, chest to chest, with their pens aimed at her.

The last image she sees before the sound of harsh winds went to her ears and fire went right at her.

The glass of the garden crack and some even shatter as the bride’s ghostly wails and screams echo around the area as the fire eats her up, leaving only her abandoned wedding set up in her place.

The vibrant markings lifted off the flesh they consumed as the plants went back to normal and air finally lifted in ease, causing many to hug their friends and classmates close with tears of relief happening in their eyes.

Riddle and his wild card soldier watch the scene with relief as their hands are still holding onto the other.

The day ended with everyone returning to their teachers and dorm members who expressed great concern about the disappearance and the tales they told, the dorm leaders might have some things to answer to but nevertheless things are going well as the sun begins to set on the day.

“I’m glad things went well.” Said Riddle, a relieved giggle as he stands just a stray away from everyone else with Ace, hands still clasped in one another. His eyes did glance down at their hands and took a breath in Okay, maybe we should part now He thought, pushing away the guilty feeling of doing so.

However, as he moved his fingers to unlock the hand hold, he felt a sudden presence go near him. He turned his head to look at Ace and suppressed a gasp as he felt his lips against his own.

Blink rapidly his shoulders stay still as his mind wraps around the idea if this is a dream or reality, but slowly as the kiss was proven real he leaned in with fluttered shut eyes.

The best way to describe the kiss is sweet. For Ace, it was like biting a tasty strawberry in the summertime, the sweet tangy almost tart nature of those tinted lips soft like a rose petal in the wind. For Riddle, it was like checking in a candy story and eating the largest lollipop they had, the sweet sticky flavor that wraps around his lips and senses as childhood glee fills his stomach alongside the buzzing butterflies.

As the two finally parted, eyes staring into one another, Ace rasped out, “I love you.”

Riddle’s heart fluttered as he stared into those red orbs.

“I love you with all my heart. I don’t care if you're Riddle Rosehearts, I don’t care if your family would hate it, I don’t care if people would claim it’s not right. I love you with every fiber of my being and my soul screams for you. When I was in there, besides everyone else, all I was thinking as my regret was I was never going to see you again. I was never going to see you smile over your hedgehogs again. I was never going to try and make you smile again. I was never going to hear that giggle and laugh you have again. I was never going to see how red your face gets when you're mad again. I was never going to hear you take my head again. I was never going to ask you to come grab a table with me and we spend a whole night laughing over your favorite colors and drink insanely good drinks and eat tarts with you. I don’t know what the hell the future might hold but I do know it feels so good to have the words “I love you Riddle” come off my lips. So, what do you say? Do you…feel the same way?”

Riddle knew it was his choice to make, but it felt like there was no other option.

As he stared into those red eyes so filled his love and warmth he never saw before his heart ached.

As he looked at that soft warm smile he felt his chest crust his insides.

As he slowly felt sickly sad he turned his head down.

His voice was weak and cracking with emotions, “...I do feel the same Ace.” Ace smiles and goes to kiss him again, making a small sound of Riddle’s hands covering those tempting lips. “But I can’t.”

Ace blinked and stared at him, feeling his heart sink down to his feet and breaking.

“I’m sorry, but I can’t… We can’t…”

With those words left in the open Riddle slowly walked away from the hurt expression of Ace who stands there as the sun sets over the school of Night Raven Collage, both eyes misty and damp with rough emotions of back and forth.

WITH A HAPPY NOTE I MADE THIS!

for the @ridoaceweek challange!

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infinityerlingx · 1 year

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Childish

pairing- pierre gasly x (fem)reader

word count - 737

Sitting opposite Pierre on the couch, you sat cross legged as he muttered words in French that you couldn’t quite hear as he was speaking so quietly.

You were in the middle of a childish argument that had just led onto something bigger. You had seen pictures of Pierre at the races, talking with some girl, who was openly flirting with him. You knew that Pierre was never going to be the man to cheat on you, that boy was down bad for you. However, your mind would not let it rest. Pierre was getting more and more irritated with your behaviour with every passing minute. Your eyes were stuck on your hands that were sitting in your lap, your fingers toying with each other, something you did when you got anxious.

“Will you look at me when I’m talking to you?” Pierre blurts out. You lift your head, eyes meeting his own. His fingers pinching the bridge of his nose in annoyance with you.

“What Pierre?” You snapped.

Pierre raises an eyebrow at your tone “Are you seriously going to act like a child?”

You let out a deep sigh, standing up from your position on the couch, not wanting to talk to him anymore. However, before you can even get a step away from the conversation, Pierre’s hand links around your wrist, turning you around to face him. You stood in between Pierre’s legs as he still sat on the couch, a smug look on his face.

“I’m going to give you two minutes to throw your tantrum chérie. Then we’re sorting this out.” He spoke, a smirk making its way onto his lips.

You suddenly felt so little in the situation, you’re the one standing looking down at him, yet the way his large hands were placed on your hips, and the smirk on his face, you knew you weren’t in control of the situation anymore.

He hooked a finger through one of the belt loops of your jeans, pulling you that tiny bit closer to him.

“Understood?”

The blush that rose to your cheeks just made Pierre more cocky. His hands dropped from your waist, you let out another sigh and stepped away from him, walking to the bathroom down the hall.

Closing the door behind you, you stared at yourself in the circle mirror. The deep shade of pink painting your cheeks. You suddenly felt bad about the whole argument, none of it was Pierre’s doing, you were jealous. Seeing another woman with him, it just didn’t sit right with you.

Before you could get any other thoughts entering your head, a knock at the bathroom door could be heard.

“You okay in there chérie?” Pierre spoke.

You shook your head, trying to clear it from any thoughts and doubts you were having, before opening the door.

“Yeah, I’m okay” You mumbled. “Shall we go talk about this then?”

Pierre nodded, walking back towards the living room, sitting back down on the couch, you followed suit, sitting down next to him. Your eyes couldn’t meet his again.

“I’m sorry” You spoke quietly. “You know what I’m like, my mind just can’t turn it off”

“I know amour, but you have nothing to worry about, you know me. I wouldn’t do anything to upset you, you mean too much to me for me to ever think about it” He replied, moving closer to you on the couch, his arm resting on the back of it. “Y/N, look at me please” You sighed, lifting your gaze to him, he noticed the small tears that had collected in the corners of your eyes.

“I never want to lose you Pierre” You spoke, a few stray tears slipping from your eyes.

“You never will mon amour” He replied, one of his hands reaching up to your cheek, his thumb wiping away the tears. “Come here” He beckoned, opening his arms to you.

You scooted over in your seat, sitting down onto Pierre’s lap, head resting on his shoulder, his arms came around your body, holding you close. “I’m sorry for calling you childish, but you need to know that you are the only one for me” He spoke softly, his french accent, more prominent than ever. “I love you and only you” He told you truthfully.

You lifted your head from his shoulder “I love you” You whispered, before pressing a loving kiss to his lips

#pierre gasly #pierre gasly fanfic #pierre gasly fluff #pierre gasly f1 #pierre #gasly #pierre gasly angst #f1 #alpha tauri #pierre gasly blurb

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skyland2703 · 1 year

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Character ask: Conner McKnight, Katherine Hillard, Carter Grayson, Rose Ortiz, Prince Phillip, and Aisha Campbell.

THANKS FOR THE ASK!!! Sorry it took me so long!! I was kinda stuck on the MMPRs heheh

Conner McKnight:

• favorite thing about them: I love his hair I literally love his hair I WANT his hair!

• least favorite thing about them: his characterisation of the “standard jock” is just… mehhh. Not a big fan, there. A lot of his personality traits come from that and I would just like to avoid him more often than not.

• favorite line: when he said Dr. O is batman *cackles*

• brOTP: Conner & Trent. Also Conner & Kira

• ОТР: CONNER/ETHAN!!!!!

• ПОТР: …none yet

• random headcanon: he knows he’s taking his life to shit but he just always goes :D because if someone finds out he doesn’t have everything under control, they’re gonna think of him being weak.

Also his parents are going through a divorce.

• unpopular opinion: he doesn’t feel very much like red ranger material + dr O’s presence overshadowed that for most of the season anyway.

• song i associate with them:

• favorite picture of them: loved him in the SPD team up, so this:

Kat Hilliard:

• favorite thing about them: she was a cat.

• least favorite thing about them: she was a cat.

• favorite line: “Oh no, they're forcing Bulk and Skull to dance the conga!”

• brOTP: Tommy & Kat (and a lot of the MMPRs in general)

• ОТР: none yet,,, I mean I know a lot of people ship her with Jason or Tommy but idk. I haven’t watched enough of MMPR to make a definite opinion of my own…? But I feel like I wouldn’t vibe with it, somehow.

• ПОТР: Kat/Kim (Sorry to those who ship it, but too much pink energy is dangerous)

• random headcanon: she’s a hopeless romantic and loves looking at the stars at night and walk barefoot on the grass and all those soft things, and hopes someday she’d get to do the same with her lover/partner. Extremely high expectations of romance, and an equally high level of optimism and hope to meet those expectations. (i hope its in character for her. like i said, my mmpr knowledge is limited..)

• unpopular opinion: she owns a licensed pistol and will not be messed with. She’s still got a little bit of… uh.. evil left in her. It’s for the better though.

• song i associate with them:

• favorite picture of them: she’s so pretty abdfnsndnnr

Carter Grayson:

• favorite thing about them: he can go fucking blast GUNS at a giant monster— i don’t think ANYTHING gets cooler than that. This man is not afraid to die and it shows.

• least favorite thing about them: I don’t like the Lightspeed rescue suits and his battilizer is another level of 😬😬😬

• favorite line: “I see you're still keeping bad company.” From the TF team up~

• brOTP: Carter & Kelsey

• ОТР: ….Very inclined to say Carter/Dana, but I don’t think they fall into the otp category.. per se?? Ship, yes, very much, but I am open to other pairings. Maybe Carter/Ryan????

• ПОТР: Carter/Chad

• random headcanon: He likes hot cocoa and marshmallows and has a sweet tooth in general. The aqua base is always STOCKED with sweet foods for him— be it gum or candies or chocolates— he NEEDS to have something sweet on his person when they’re going for battle. Half his decisions are taken on a sugar high~

• unpopular opinion: he’s reckless and might just end up paying for it. Yes it’s cool, yes it’s badass, but it’s also dangerous. *runs and hides in a corner to watch the fireworks go off*

• song i associate with them: this one. Just. So frickin FIIITSSS

• favorite picture of them: THERE WAS THIS ONE PIC WHERE HE LOOKED LIKE A LIL GOLDEN RETRIEVER PUPPY BUT I CANT FIND IT

Rose Ortiz:

• favorite thing about them: HER ENTRY SCENE!! Her style in that moment the first time we see her THAT IS HOW YOU LEAVE AN IMPRESSION PEOPLE!!!!

• least favorite thing about them: how they went with a “I never had a regular childhood” but how there’s nothing “different” about her because of that, except maybe a superiority complex. They did it better with Dr K. Later on in RPM, and could’ve improved on Rose if they tried something similar.

• favorite line: “You’re rich. Buy an army” i love her sass so much

• brOTP: Rose & Dax. I just think it’s the perfect “he’s going to kill all my braincells” dynamic, because while she’s smart™️, he’s got absolutely nothing on the top floor.

• ОТР: N/A

• ПОТР: Rose/Tyzonn, Rose/Dax, Rose/any guy, actually.

• random headcanon: She has a collection of fridge magnets she buys from everywhere they visit for their missions. Like they keep na hour or two to visit the local markets because “rose wants magnets” and she just puts all of them on Hartford’s fridge, which is already crowded with so much shit as it is. Spencer is the only one who really appreciates her magnets 😔💖

• unpopular opinion: the entire overdrive team acts like they’re on drugs and Rose is no exception even though everyone considers her to be the smart/sensible one. She’s just as reckless/crazy if not more XD

• song i associate with them:

• favorite picture of them: I had such a crush on her asdfghjklhgds

Prince Phillip:

• favorite thing about them: I don’t think we have a lot of “existing royalty” characters in PR and I think this is an interesting concept DC played with, especially when he was trying to “buy” his good deeds and all that~ that entire episode was masterful!! And he really DID have a good heart!!!

• least favorite thing about them: they kept getting rid of him because he had to “run his kingdom”. Come on man— let him work at the Dino bite cafe a bit??!???? For just a couple episodes??

• favorite line: “Wait - aren't you the museum director?”

• brOTP: Philip/James Navarro. Both of them don’t show up a lot they can bond over that 😂 (ok honestly everyone who survived from S2E18 works ask brotp)

• ОТР: Prince Philip/Sir Ivan. I mean it’s basically a given at this point~

• ПОТР: Philip/Kendall

• random headcanon: he calls his pacha zord at times in Zandar and talks to him when he’s feeling lonely

• unpopular opinion:

• song i associate with them:

• favorite picture of them: love him when he’s all ruffled

Aisha Campbell:

• favorite thing about them: I love her especially in the comics!!

• least favorite thing about them: …nothing. At all. I love her!!

• favorite line: “it’s just the place where everyone thinks we’re idiots”

• brOTP: Aisha & Billy, Kim and Tommy

• ОТР: Adam/Rocky/Aisha

• ПОТР: none yet?

• random headcanon: she takes Adam and Rocky with her every time they go to get a haircut. The three of them, they do everything together. And she even makes Adam grow his hair out~

• unpopular opinion: I didn’t want her leaving the show 😭

• song i associate with them:

• favorite picture of them:

#power rangers #mighty morphin power rangers #power rangers Dino Thunder #power rangers Dino charge #power rangers Lightspeed rescue #Carter Grayson #Kat Hilliard #Conner McKnight #operation overdrive #power rangers operation overdrive #rose Ortiz #aisha Campbell #Headcanon asks #character Headcanon asks

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devilsrecreation · 1 year

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Coven Head headcanons: Valentine’s Day edition (if they have it)

Darius:

Heart abominations. Heart abominations everywhere

Will spoil his date like the gentleman he is

If his date happens to be Camila, he’s gonna be a hot mess/j

If he doesn’t have a date, he and Eber will do this “Pal-entine’s Day” where they spend the day as BFF’s/brothers

Eberwolf:

Doesn’t really go on dates. He prefers to do the “Pal-entine’s Day” thing with Darius

Gives presents to all of his pets

If Darius is on a date, he’ll ask his good ol’ pal, Helga and hang out with her

Watches rom-coms to make fun of them

Pro matchmaker

Raine:

You know they’re making beautiful music with Eda……………and by that, I mean they’re writing songs, making up lyrics, and listening to Eda’s singing and playing. What were you thinking? 🤨

Raine blushes a LOT more around Eda

They’re always being dragged into weird V-day themed adventures but they secretly love it

Vitimir:

Avoids making love potions for obvious reasons, but does have alternatives that are more beneficial and less chaotic

Last time Vit made a love potion on Valentine’s Day, everything ended in pure chaos

The one time of the year where he is actually willing to get out of his house and go out with Hettie

Breathes out pink fog whenever Hettie kisses him (okay that’s more of a general Hettimir headcanon I got from the server but it’s still adorable)

Buys Hettie’s favorite candy on V-day cuz he can’t bake for shit

Wears a special top hat instead of his normal one

Hettie:

Loves taking romantic walks with Vit, then proceeds to carry them when they get tired

Everyone in the Healing Coven has the day off so if you get hurt, that’s your problem

Dresses up in a suit cuz dresses are for wimps

Very touchy

Mason:

You think he’d just make a statue of you or something and he does….but he also buys you a big ol teddy bear holding a heart and lil candies

Has his beard styled

Likes the simple things like going out to dinner and watching romantic movies

Don’t tell anyone, but he secretly likes all the love songs that play when he’s out

Keeps asking his kids if they have valentine’s and if they don’t “Why not? You too shy? I can give you some pointers.” yeah, he’s like that

Osran:

DON’T 👏EVEN 👏GET 👏HIM 👏STARTED WHEN 👏IT 👏COMES 👏TO 👏 OPHELIA

His relationship with his wife is even sappier than normal and his ghosts know when to leave the room whenever the day comes

He used to take her on extravagant dates when they were younger. He still does that to this day

Always manages to make time for her. Whether he’s working or not, he will always have time for his wife

Has his ghosts cover the walls and windows in hearts and pictures of them (but no wedding pictures cuz those are for their anniversary)

Lots of kissing. Like, a LOT a lot

A bit of a perfectionist on V-day and their wedding anniversary cuz “Only the best for my wife”

Terra:

Used to love V-day back when she had dates, but now she just becomes the Grinch cuz she doesn’t

Likes to give people flowers as presents, but not roses, no no. She gives you flowers that will kill/eat your date

Prefers to spend the day in her greenhouse cuz her ferns are way better than any ol date

Watches rom coms just to make fun of them

If her Valentine is Kurse, they’re about to recreate the Valentine’s Day Massacre

Adrian:

Can never get a date even if his life depended on it

This is mainly cuz no one knows what he means when he describes his dream date cuz of his stupid vocabulary

Joins Terra when watching rom coms but when Terra leaves the room, he starts to cry cuz “WHERE ARE THESE PEOPLE IN MY LIFE?”

It’ll get more awkward when he’s doing this in front of Saul, Petunia, and Serafine

Still criticizes the acting

#headcanons #toh coven heads #the owl house

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gefdreamsofthesea · 7 months

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Brand new deck that just came out today. Here are my first impressions:

Do you like RED and PINK and collage decks? You will love this deck.

Here's a picture so you can see the dominant colours in each of the suits. Each of the majors features a goddess. The court cards have been renamed Maiden, Witch, Queen, and Crone.

The author/artist made some interesting choices regarding the majors and their associated goddesses. Strength is replaced by Lust, but Babalon herself is associated with the Lovers. Mary Magdalene as Temperance has been collaged to emphasize her breasts (I mean I've definitely seen naked Magdalene art but the way it's been done is just weird).

I have at least one "sexy" deck but I don't like to use it very much because I need to be in the right mood for it. I think I find the artistic nudity to be more comfortable but I think it might lack an erotic charge for others. Also do you like roses everywhere because there are roses everywhere. I love roses so I don't mind at all.

It feels like this deck was made for a very specific audience and that is maybe me but I'm going to have to read the guidebook. I can definitely see myself using it for Valentines or relationship readings.

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Now that I see people guessing over the flowers on the bedside, I remember that Suit Saeran birthday CG took place at MC's bedroom so I went back and somehow that flowers look a bit clearer there? Would that help you guys out? Or is it a completely different flowers? I literally had zero knowledge on flowers I don't know if this info is useful or not. But I do enjoy reading your analysis on the flowers though! -book anon-

Oh, you reminded me to go look at that! See, it might help out here but there's a strong chance that the flowers that Ray placed already died and Suit Saeran replaced them.

Ray mentions that he will remove dead flowers from the room and bring you new ones before you even realize that they're dying. So, he's on top of that, it's hard to say if Suit Saeran would do that. I doubt he would during the route if he wanted to upset you about Ray being gone. Like, if there’s wilting flowers... that means that you can’t truly forget Ray.

But, he could replace them on his birthday just to mess with you, by giving you flowers that mean something to impart a message that's undeniable. Ray is far gone and he’s never coming back and this is him making an example of you. I’m sure that he could replace the flowers with the same ones to try and reclaim the part of your memory that is connected with Ray. By doing what Ray did, he’s all but taking it for himself.

Now, let me take a look at that photo again to see if the hint is there for me to dispute an answer of some kind!

There’s gonna be a Saeran After Ending spoiler in this, too!

Now, we know 100% he's removed the flower pot from the center of the table for the puppet show but he's placed a red rose and a blue rose to symbolize himself and Ray. So, we're definitely going to get a larger picture of whatever he's done with those flowers. But, we can look at the bedside.

The lighting in the room is dark so I'll have to color sample and work around that to get a better idea of what we're working with. I feel like they're pink because I can see the tint here and it's got just enough saturation to it that makes me know it can't be white but it's light enough to throw you off. It could also be kind of this creamy peach color, or something in that spectrum. These don't look like any of the flowers I mentioned so it's interesting that you pointed this out since it's not clear if he replaced it or left it.

Okay, that’s interesting but the lighting is definitely going to be a major culprit in why we’re going to have trouble figuring out what’s going on here. So, the one in Suit Saeran’s photo is more of a purple-red tone. I sampled across the photo for clarity and got a mix of purple and dull reds. Whereas, when I sampled from the photos in the bedroom, I got a creamy color that leans more towards peach, so it has bits of pink and red in there. I wasn’t that off base in that realm.

So, I want to assume the lighting in the room is what makes that one look so off in the first place. The leaves are similar, the pot is similar, so we’re going to go to the fact that these are probably the same flowers. Now, if I were to guess what is the flower, I’ve got a clearer idea on what it is thanks to the artist who decided to put more detail on the flower instead of bunching it up in the corner and leaving it up to speculation.

Now, I know I’m looking for a peach flower so that’s kind of tough. I can count off four-five discernable petals so that helps a bit but not as much as you think it will in this case. I thought that maybe it could be a poppy since it’s got the spread as I’d assume, but it couldn’t a common poppy if that’s the case. I think it might be a California Poppy.

Now, I’ve got to say that we’ve seen a variety of Poppies in this game before since my brain jumped back to Saeran After Ending. There’s an ending in the AE where Saeran and Saeyoung are locked in an eternal sleep while they lay in a field of flowers where they likely won’t wake up again because Rika and V have drugged them out of their mind since they always try to escape and run away if they wake up at the same time.

Poppies symbolize eternal sleep. You know when Dorothy falls asleep in a field of flowers in the Wizard of Oz? Yeah, there’s a reason why Poppies are used as a warning sometimes. You’re trapped in a dream that seemingly may never end, and to assume that’s in the photo with Suit Saeran implies that there’s a lot to be said about whatever he’s feeling. He wants you to fall under his spell and give it up.

Give up on Ray.

Accept him.

Accept paradise.

If you just dream an eternal dream and give him what he wants, he won’t have to scream and fight to... well, he doesn’t know what he wants but maybe if he had a world of work to do that didn’t involve worrying about Rika taking away his toy to somewhere that he can’t reach... well, maybe he could figure out whatever it is he actually wants. But, dreams are dangerous.. .they don’t solve anything that’re on your mind. You can’t daydream and give up on reality.

You won’t be able to live.

So, that’s a tragic answer to what the flower might be.

Hey, there’s a strong chance that the flower in the photo is a lily. They can’t all be lilies in this photo because not all of them bend and shape like one from the side views. The flowers represent purity, innocence and rebirth, for one.

They’ve also got a strong connotation with religion and since Mint Eye is surrounded by a lot of Catholic iconography, we can’t ignore that. Lilies are often assumed with the Virgin Mary, meaning they’re tied to motherhood and femininity as well. I’m sure them standing for salvation would match with something that Ray would be thinking of.

Since this photo has a blend of Ray and Suit Saeran elements, maybe there’s 2 kinds of flowers to reflect that fact? This photo helped a lot but it still left a lot of our answers not clear.

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Fuguihua Couple

The name of this fig set is 富贵花夫妇, which googling around tells me is perhaps a play on 花开富贵, blooming flowers bring prosperity, an auspicious New Year's greeting.

富贵花 is also the name of the Desert Rose, a bright pink flower that is considered lucky:

(thanks to David Clode on Unsplash for the beautiful picture!)

I'm thinking that, in the classic way of layering meanings in Chinese, this also refers to Zhehan's bright pink jacket from the Vogue photoshoot that's the inspiration for Zhehan's fig (and chair).

Here's the pictures of Zhehan in his Lanvin jacket:

This outfit is much beloved in the fandom for the "dragonfruit" pairing with Junjun's bright pink LV suit, which will be the subject of a future fig post!

Speaking of Junjun, we have a two part inspiration for him. Here's the inspiration for his chair (and his pose):

This picture was in a shoot he did for Tiffany (which is also immortalized in fig form, see here). The fig maker specifically wanted his LV outfit, however (yep, also in another fig incarnation here), so here's the outfit inspiration:

This is not my favorite LV look of Junjun's, but I'm clearly in the minority here just given the figthusiast interest in this leather jacket!

This set is just chock full of details! Before we even get into the figs themselves, the chairs themselves are amazing. They are one piece with the figs, so no removing them here, but that's just as well I don't have to worry about gluing.

May I just say how much Zhehan is a delight in this set! I love the swoop of his hairstyle here, and how the fig maker perfectly got that wisp of hair floating over his forehead. I also adore his insouciant pose combined with that delightful expression it's all just flirty, casually confident, and super expensive.

Our precious Junjun is looking a little haughty here, with what I think of as the classic Very Serious Model Face (fig tm). Again, the posing is great here, which you'll be able to see in better detail as we rotate around the figs.

The detail on the chairs here is just beautiful. I also love how Junjun's a bit posed back in the chair, whereas Zhehan is sitting straight up, not even using the backrest, with his gorgeously perfect posture. Zhehan's posture and carriage is unparalleled, at least in my experience - I have never seen a man with such effortlessly (appearing) beautiful posture. It's strong and elegant at the same time, just incredible. It's actually the reason I was inspired to start taking Pilates, in an attempt to re-align my posture from someone that works at a desk job all day.

Anyway! back to the figs. You can see some of the beautiful tiny detail of the LV iconography on Junjun's suit and tie, which is frankly extremely impressive given the insanely small size the factory is working at here. It's also a good shot of his Tiffany rings.

This angle is CUTE. They look like they're having a very cozy chat, and you can practically see the personality in Zhehan's eyes! We have more of the different postures here, and of course some really beautiful detail on the chairs. Not a bad shot of Zhehan's earring, too.

Not a ton of further detail from this angle,but you're starting to be able to see more of Zhehan's longer hair in the back.

Which you can see more of here! I'm always delighted by attention that is paid to details that can't normally be seen, so the detail on the backs of the chairs is wonderful to me.

We're getting some of Zhehan's elegant hand pose here!

Oh interesting - can you see the bit of a notch on the back of Junjun's head? It almost looks like he was designed to be actually leaning back in the chair the way he's doing it in the original pose picture. Which makes total sense, I bet that is actually the design and the factory just glued him a bit more upright. Maybe his feet wouldn't have been able to touch the ground if he had been leaned back more. I might check (VERY gently) to see how secure the glue is and if I can wiggle him down at all.

Yeah, I think I can definitely see a notch there! Well, either way I'm happy, it's a great fig!

This is a particularly good angle to see the detailing on Junjun's outfit, as well as the mole on his ear (this fig maker always includes that detail!). As someone who actually really loves LV, I am so impressed with the detail on the jacket and the tie. We also get a nice view of Zhehan's layered look here, with the teal belt and printed turtleneck and necklace under his white shirt.

From the top down they really do look like they are having an extraordinarily elegant fireside chat.

More great detail that no one will ever see (but you, dear figthusiast!)

Material: Resin

Fig Count: 244

Scene Count: 18

Rating: Handsome and classy!

[link back to Master Fig Index for more posts]

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Devils roll the dice. Angels roll their eyes (Chapter 2)

Chapter 1

At work, you have to deal with your annoying coworker, even more stress, neverending piles of work, and the demon form of your personal devil because apparently, Sukuna loses control when someone upsets you. Hopefully, your angel and devil can work together to help you.

Pairing: Sukuna x Reader (female) x Yuuji Genre: Urban Fantasy AU, fluff, smut Word Count: 3k Playlist: Angel and Devil Warnings: 18+, religious themes, sacrilege. Yuuji is an angel, and Sukuna is a demon. They have a romantic and sexual relationship with reader and each other. Mostly just suggestive stuff in this chapter. Smut, threesome, poly, oral, fingering, creampie, anal in future chapters. All characters are of age. This story is 18+. Minors don't interact.

Thank you so much to my sweet friend @tinymaru for giving Yuuji and Sukuna their angel and devil look in the header! Love youuuu!

You sigh and bury your face in your hands. He did it again! Your most hated coworker, the one who is always rude to you and tries to undermine you, left a file on your desk. It's his work. But somehow, he found a way to turn it into your work.

And now it is sitting here on your already cluttered desk, mocking you with its presence. One more thing on top of the list of the seemingly neverending things you have to do.

The air behind you crackles, and the smell of roses and ripe apples laced with smoke fills the small space of your office.

There's a faint sensation of electricity in the air, like the feeling you get when the air is thick and loaded with tension right before a thunderstorm. It makes the hairs on the back of your neck stand up. You know what it means.

Sukuna is here.

A large hand with long elegant fingers and black nails lands on your shoulder.

"Even more work? Tsk tsk tsk. No, we're not doing that."

Sukuna leans down until his warm breath is brushing over your ear, sending shivers down your spine. Warm lips find your neck, leaving a hot trail of kisses there. Your devil's low, seductive voice is sinful like a caress:

"You can't take on more work, princess. I won't allow it. That's time you better spend screaming my name while writhing beneath me."

You lean into his touch, closing your eyes to picture the scene your devil tempted you with. And yes. You want that. It's much better than imagining spending even more hours here in your office.

You want to be trapped underneath Sukuna's heavy body. You want to feel his canines on your neck as he dominates you and puts you in your place, filling you with his cock and making you scream and beg and sob until your work isn't on your mind anymore.

You felt so carefree and happy this morning when your angel was with you. Your pulse quickens as you think back to the blissful time in Yuuji's arms. You would have never assumed that an angel would fuck you this good. That he would fuck at all. But he did. And he did it so well.

And now you can't help but also wish to get a taste of your devil. His promise of making you scream is so alluring.

Sukuna is smirking at you arrogantly. It's the smirk of someone who knows he can give you a good time. And you know it too. His confidence and the dominance he exudes drive you crazy.

Your devil is the embodiment of temptation. A blood-red juicy apple in an otherwise grey world.

He looks literally sexy as hell. His pretty pink hair is combed back elegantly. The black filigree lines adorning his tan skin look beautiful on him. Small pointy fangs are glittering teasingly as he lifts one corner of his lips even further, making his smirk look even more smug, even sexier.

He is leaning over you, so powerful and strong with his tall, muscular build. His black suit and black dress shirt make him look like a wealthy, handsome businessman.

If he asked you to sign a contract in your own blood to sell off your soul to him at this moment, you would probably do it. How could you say no to this beautiful and sexy demon?

Your breath is coming out in short gasps by now, thighs pressed tightly together as your pussy throbs with arousal.

A needy sob escapes your parted lips when Sukuna cups your chin and makes you tilt your head up to look at him. His glittering red diamond eyes watch you in amusement as he slowly leans closer, gradually closing the little space that's still left between the two of you until his sinfully soft lips brush over yours.

It's not even a real kiss, just a teasing caress. A little taste to drive you crazy.

You realize that this is part of his devilish nature. While Yuuji freely gives you all the affection and love you crave, Sukuna plays his little hellish games with you. He's a seducer, a tease, a beautiful and sexy temptation. Someone who gets off on seeing people lose their minds because of the things he does. Someone who loves the power he has over you. Someone who wants you to beg for him.

You don't even think twice about it before swallowing your pride and giving in to the lure of your devil:

"P....please, Sukuna...."

The devilish smirk on his pretty face grows wider. He won this round, and he is very pleased about it.

"You learn fast. Good girl."

His voice alone makes you wet. It's so seductive, a low sexy purr. Sukuna's thumb strokes over your lower lip, pointy black fingernail digging gently into your flesh.

And finally, he gives you what you begged for. His lips seal yours with a heated kiss. Sukuna's lips are maddeningly soft, making your head spin when he moves them against yours. He is in control, strong hand on your chin, forked tongue prying your lips open and demanding entrance.

It's a kiss that makes you imagine red neon letters that lead to a nightclub where lewd things take place, attracting you with the sinful promise of getting all your deepest desires fulfilled.

A kiss as intoxicating as the first drag of a cigarette. Making you moan because you finally got what you were craving so bad, soothing your racing mind but also making your fingers twitch with the need for more.

It's hot and passionate, making you tremble with desire as you feel Sukuna's tongue go even deeper.

At this moment, you would happily let him drag you down to hell and be his little obedient pet in his demon kingdom.

The shrill sound of your phone makes you jump and pull away from the sexy kiss you shared with your devil.

Your chest is heaving, lips swollen and wet with spit as you clear your throat and gulp hard before picking up the phone with a shaky hand.

It's your coworker. The asshole who left his file here on your desk.

"Hey, (y/n) I just wanted to enquire how long you think it will take you to finish the case I gave you last week. Not to sound annoying, but it's becoming a bit pressing..."

Your free hand balls into a fist, nails digging angrily into your skin. How dare him! But your voice sounds calm when you answer:

"I am doing my best, but I have quite a lot of work, as you know. Just now, I found another file on my desk. So it will take a while. I do what I can."

"Aww, yes, I know you are overworked and can't deal with stress. But you see, if you learn to get more organized, you will surely improve. I need the case tomorrow. Have a lovely day!"

He hangs up on you before you get a chance to reply, leaving you glaring at the phone, fuming with anger. Such a fucking asshole!

You hear a growl behind you, a feral sounding noise that makes your heart jump to your throat. You know that it has to be Sukuna who made that sound, but he sounds more like a beast than a human.

You slowly turn around to look at your devil with eyes wide from fear.

Sukuna looks even taller somehow, and the glare in his eyes is so deadly and angry that it makes you stumble backwards, hitting your back against your desk. His face seems carved out of marble all of a sudden, not like the skin of a human anymore. Ruby red eyes are glowing even brighter than usual, looking almost as if real flames are flickering in them.

Your office is much darker now, filled with ominous shadows. And you watch in horror as something moves in the shadows behind your devil. Something black as night, leathery and adorned with sharp spikes.

Sukuna's demon wings.

It's a sight that is repellent and enticing at the same time. They look strong and dangerous.

Sukuna spreads those dark leathery wings, blocking the light from the window even more and casting a huge menacing shadow. More darkness flows around him. The shadows seem to be alive, looking like the lost tortured souls he's collecting in his circle of hell.

The smell of smoke becomes almost suffocating, and a red glow ascends from the floor beneath the demon's feet. Flames lick at his fine black dress shoes and shadowy black snakes slither up his long muscular legs, hugging their master like a lover's caress.

The air feels too hot. It's getting hard to breathe. You hear a crackle. Not like the one you usually hear when Sukuna or Yuuji manifest. Something much more dangerous. A loud buzzing like a big forest fire that crushes everything in its way, bringing death and destruction.

He's terrifying.

Suddenly the room feels too small. You press your back against the desk, trying to get further away from the monster in front of you, unable to hide your fear. This is a devil. A demon lord. He is dangerous, hot like hellfire and cold like that frozen lake in another hell circle. Fire and ice both so deadly that they bring hopeless tears to your eyes.

Sukuna's gaze lands on you, his glowing ruby red eyes are boring into yours. You gulp hard. Every nerve in your body is screaming at you to run. But would it even help? You could never escape. All hope abandon ye who enter here.

Your lips tremble from fear. But suddenly, Sukuna blinks, and a surprised frown appears on his face.

"What's wrong?"

"N...nothing."

You try to calm down, but the panic still has an iron grip on you.

Your devil's expression changes into something almost like concern. He raises an elegant eyebrow.

"Are you scared of me?"

Your breath is coming too fast while you press your back against the desk. It's no use denying it. So you nod, unable to form words, as the first tears slip out of your eyes and run down your cheeks and over the corners of your trembling lips.

Sukuna blinks again, and when he opens his eyes again, they aren't hosting flames anymore. Instead, they look their usual glowing red. His face becomes more human right in front of your eyes. Transforming from cold and hard marble back to soft tan skin, looking so full of life that it makes you let out a relieved breath.

He folds his leathery black wings slowly, and they disappear, taking the sinister shadows and the snakes with them. The room doesn't look so dark anymore.

"Don't be scared, princess. You have nothing to fear from me."

You find your voice again to mutter:

"You're a devil..."

"Yeah, but I'm your devil. I could never hurt you."

Sukuna's pretty long eyelashes flutter seductively, just like anything he does is seductive and intriguing, designed to lure people in. And it's working again now that he doesn't look so scary anymore. You feel the tension leave your body, getting pulled into your devil's spell once again. You welcome it. It feels much better to have him try to seduce you than to fear that he will kill you with one flick of one of his sharp black claws.

His typical smug smirk curls his lips, and he adds in an amused voice:

"Only if you want me to."

Of course, he has to add something like that! But you aren't scared anymore. The tingling in your hands has vanished, and you exhale audibly. There's no danger.

"Well, thanks, but no. I don't want you to hurt me ever."

Sukuna laughs softly,

"Oh, don't be so quick to say that. We'll see about that. But anyway, you really should learn to say no. I'm the only one you should always be obedient to. Can you do that, darling, hmm? Will you be my good pet?"

His voice is low and seductive, so tempting, so sexy, almost sounding like a moan. It makes it hard for you to think clearly. Don't you want to do anything this sexy devil tells you? Wouldn't it be the best thing to just please him, so you get your reward and can be his good toy?

Suddenly the soft chiming of bells fills the air, and with it comes the smell of spring, fresh pink cherry blossoms, sunshine, and cotton candy.

Yuuji.

His voice drifts through the fog of your spellbound brain. It sounds warm and sweet like honey and makes you halt mid-move, your lips stopping only a few centimeters away from your devil's enticing mouth.

"What kind of game are you playing here without me, my sweet devil?"

Your gaze slips to your angel. Yuuji is a beautiful vision in white and gold, bringing the light back into the room as he's casting a warm glow on everything around him.

The expression on your angel's face is one of benevolent amusement. He rolls his pretty golden eyes and laughs softly. It's a beautiful sound, making you feel wrapped in warmth as if you're lying on a fluffy pink cloud with your angel boy, and his gentle fingers are running through your hair, blessing you with his angelic smile and tender words and kisses.

Sukuna groans and straightens up, taking a step away from you.

"Fuck off, angel brat. We were doing just splendid without you."

"Oh, I saw some of it! I didn't interrupt sooner because I thought it was sweet how protective you got over (y/n) when her coworker called. But she got scared of your demon form, so maybe you should tone it down a bit next time."

Yuuji's eyes flicker to you, and he asks in his warm, loving tone:

"Are you ok, sweetheart?"

You smile at the concern and nod,

"Yes, thanks. Everything's fine."

"That's great! And Sukuna is right. You should learn to say no, sweetie. But let's do this together, ok? Because I fear our dear devil might give you too much one-sided advice. I'm sure you need a little heavenly intervention."

He grins as brightly as the sun and winks at you playfully while his tan hand reaches out to touch Sukuna's shoulder casting a golden glow against the devil's black suit jacket.

Sukuna sighs, but he steps away from you and instead leans against the desk, arms crossed in front of his broad chest, looking professional and sexy as hell at it.

"Ok, princess, here's what you'll do: Take that damn file, go over to that asshole coworker, slam it on his desk, and tell him to do his fucking work. And if Mr. Why didn't you finish the thing I gave you last week? complains, tell him that you'll rat him out to your boss. Honestly, you should spit on that vermin."

"No, no, no! No spitting! We don't want to cause a whole war in here. But yes, I agree that you should bring the file back to him. Let's do it in a not-so-aggressive way, though. Just send the file back to your coworker via company mail. This way, you don't have to confront him directly. You'd feel more comfortable this way, right, sweetheart?"

Yuuji is looking at you with his big golden eyes, making sure to see your reaction and whether you are comfortable. It makes you feel warm and taken care of. You nod and smile faintly at your angel.

"Yes, I think that's a good idea, Yuuji."

His bright smile lights up the whole room, and he reaches out to take your hand into his large warm one, offering his love and reassurance not only with words but also with physical touch.

"Great! I'm so proud of you, darling!"

While your angel is still smiling at you, you feel a solid body pressing against your back and a strong arm wrap around your waist, pulling you against your devil's chest. Sukuna's voice is laced with glee as he breathes into your ear:

"But make sure to add a little love note where you tell that maggot to go fuck himself."

"Sukuna, stop it! She can't do something like that! It's rude! And also, this is a professional environment!"

"Oh please, don't get your halo in a twist, little angel! Who is the better businessman, you or me? I know how companies work. I know what I'm doing! This isn't your perfect paradise where everyone is nice and sweet and well-meaning and dances around in their little golden outfits to the sounds of some harps. The majority of the business world has sold their souls to my department. Of course, we won't say "go fuck yourself" outright. We'll say it in a professional way."

Sukuna reaches out to grab Yuuji's chin.

"The secret to success, in this case, is to be confident and assertive. And if you can't feel it, you have to fake it. Leave the note to me, angel brat."

In the end, you put the file into the company mail with a note that says, "Upon second inspection, this file seems to fall into your area of responsibility. Please treat with the highest priority!"

You address the envelope to the head of the department, smiling to yourself when you imagine the level of stress your coworker will experience when he receives a scolding for "misplacing" his file.

Yuuji smiles his angelic smile while he reaches out to rub Sukuna's arm, offering his counterpart his praise.

"You did really well, Kuna."

And Sukuna smirks proudly as he leans closer to press a teasing little kiss onto the angel's cheek, followed by a lick with his forked tongue that makes Yuuji giggle.

"I like it when you agree with me. Such a good little angel boy."

So they can get along after all, huh?

Thank you so much for reading chapter two!! Isn't our favorite devil cute when he gets protective over reader? It really made me a bit weak when he got worried once he realized reader was scared of him. Not so mean, after all, my dear lord of hell?

I hope you enjoyed the chapter!! There will be lots of threesome loving in part three that I originally wanted to have in chapter two, but it got too long, so I decided to split it into two parts. Please let me know what you think. Comments and reblogs make me happy!

Chapter 3

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