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justalittleficsideblog · 1 year

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Can I touch your wings..?

Asking to touch / see their wings with Mammon, Lucifer, and Diavolo! i feel like these would be kinda sensitive but not rlly?

Lucifer

you had both been working in his office, you were simply trying to work through your homework without the brothers interfering (as they usually did). Your most recent subject involved the anatomy and biology of demons.

reading through the various lists of wings and their differences, you realized Lucifer's wings were a bit odd compared to the others in the textbook. most were bat or insect-like. Glancing up, you spoke.

"Hey... Lucifer, could I see your wings a minute?"

eyes immediately lifting to meet yours he grunts

"and why.. pray tell?"

fumbling over yourself you flip your textbook over to show him what you were studying. "Yours don't look anything like these! I just wanted to get a better view of them. Pleaseee, it's for my assignment."

rolling his eyes, he stood from his chair and dropped his jacket onto his desk, back facing you. in a blink, they appeared, black feathers swooshing around you.

they were enormous, gorgeous even, the pure slate colored feather tips gently drifting across the floor. you had assumed he had gorgeous angel wings, and that they looked similar to what was in front of you. which made you wonder...

reaching a hand out, your fingertips brushed the spot the wings met his back. before you knew it, he whirled in front of you, grabbing your wrist that was touching his wings.

you staggered back at his reaction, trying to pull free from his grip.

"Don't" he released you as you fell back into the chair, gaping up at him.

"luci... they're incredible! I- I didn't know they were so sensitive, my bad."

he left you to your studies, but you were completely breathless... wanting to touch them in full again.

meanwhile, as lucifer struck out of his office, his heart was erratic in his chest. the feeling of your hands gently stroking his feathers caused him to bristle, no one had ever dare to touch his wings before you...

Mammon

Somehow you and Mammon had ended up binge watching nature documentaries as he made an offhand comment about not knowing much about humans and their animals.

So, you had picked one about flying animals and now, the narrator was explaining the different types of wings and how each fits the species and their needs perfectly.

Eyeing the male next to you, you thought about his own wings.

“hey… Mammon?” you murmured, causing his head to turn towards you as he raised an eyebrow in question. “I mean… can you show me your wings? I kinda want to compare them to what I’ve seen in the human realm.”

He shuffles awkwardly between himself, turning his head away, “the hell would’ja wanna do that for? You’ve seen them plenty.” You huffed at his reply and grabbed his shoulders, turning his face towards you. Blinking up at him, you gave your best puppy dog eyes.

He squirmed away from you, “uGH, fine! Just… turn around!”

Happily scooching back, you felt a slight breeze as his wings popped out. Glancing at them, you stared in awe as you came closer, looking over the white, bony structure connected by a thin, black membrane that seemed almost translucent the more you looked at it.

You reached out a hand, fingertips brushing along the sharp edges. You felt Mammon shiver beneath your touch, his face becoming flushed as your gentle touch. Were they sensitive? You thought, bringing your hand to wrap around where it connected into his back.

He jolted, wings disappearing as he spun around to face you, sweat starting to slick his brow as he brought up his wrist to cover his mouth. “Alright! That’s enough, you can’t just poke and prod wherever ya please!”

You laughed, short and soft as he became more and more uncomfortable beneath your gaze. Settling back down to the couch, you continued on with the show.

Unbeknownst to you, Mammon was on fire, the spot where his wings met his back was on fire from your touch. He hadn’t realized how sensitive to your touch he was… but he couldn’t say he was complaining.

Diavolo

You had been playing some games with the lord of devildom, entertaining him with games, books, and more about different folklore and fantasy that humans were interested in. He was particularly interested in one of the mini board characters, a dragon to be specific.

“Indeed, it does look rather defiant, does it not?” he asked you. Nodding in reply, you grabbed the mini figurine from him and turned it around to study it. you took particular notice of it’s wings, the hook looking incredibly similar to the ones on someone’s wings…

“Hey, Diavolo? Could I see your wings for a minute?”

Eyes widening, he tilted his head at your request, looking at how you were contemplating the tiny statue in front of you. Did you mean to compare his wings to this…. Tiny clay thing? He smiled and the next thing you knew, Diavolo was in his demon form.

He turned around and rolled his shoulders back, stretching his wingspan to it’s full length. Your mouth dropped open. Fanned out in front of you, were the largest wings you had ever seen. The muscles and membrane that stretched between the structures of all four wings were nothing but impressive. You looked at the changing colors between the membrane, noticing tiny glistening cells that made up the brunt of it.

“Holy shit…” you murmured. To be honest, his wings very well could have been the inspiration of dragons. They looked incredibly strong… you reached out a hand instinctively to touch the …horn? On the top of his wing.

Diavolo laughed at your expression of awe and desire to touch his wings. No one had ever been bold enough to try and touch them, even Barbatos knew better than to brush past them. But you… were so delicate and curious about them. He assumed you thought they were the stuff of legends.

“Are they to your liking?” he flapped his wings, causing a gust of wind to overtake you. Blinking up at him you responded, “They are… something out of a fairytale, Dia. I don’t think I’ve ever seen anything so…” you were at a loss for words, extending your hand towards the middle of his back, your fingertips brushing along his wingspan.

In a blink, he was towering over you, his wings cocooning you closer to him as you braced your hands against his chest.

“Oh! I- uh… I’m sorry,” you squirmed, backing into his wings. He laughed, transforming back to his casual clothes from before in a blink. He enjoyed teasing you, but you couldn’t ignore the glint in his eyes the way he turned towards you after you touched his skin.

“Well… shall we continue where we left off?” Diavolo gestured to the games laid out in front of him. You nodded, a bit spaced out by the whole ordeal.

“Dia, I have to admit, your wings are magnificent.” Glancing down back towards your book, you laughed as you plunged back onto the couch.

Unaware of his gaze, Diavolo felt an immense pride at the idea of you admiring him. He didn’t consider himself insecure by any means, but he felt his chest flutter at your words… and your touch, he felt his blood scream when you had touched them.

“Well you know… you can see my wings anytime you like.”

#obey me mammon #shall we date #obey me #mammon x reader #lucifer x reader #om! diavolo #diavolo x you #this has been fermenting in my drafts for like a week lmfao

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jk66m · 10 months

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𝐄𝐗𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐑 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐒 (𝐬𝐧𝐢𝐩, 𝐬𝐧𝐢𝐩) ✁‧₊˚

— 𝐇𝐨𝐛𝐢𝐞 𝐁𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐧

Curious about how you would look in your own spider suit, you decided to buy one and show it off to your boyfriend. You had anticipated that Hobie would find it cute, but not in the way where he feels the urge to fuck you!

genre: smut

pairing: Hobie Brown x Fem!Reader

includes: Very vivid descriptions of sexual fantasies and acts, clothing cutting, a very horny Hobie, teasing, fucking partly clothed, praise kink, breeding kink (he does not actually want you to be pregnant, the idea just turns him on), Hobie likes to switch positions because he does not believe in consistency 🤭

EDITTED AND REUPLOADED (previously named ‘form fitting, dxck rising’)

"-And I was just thinking I really wanted to know what it feels like, so I bought it from the store and- Hobie are you even listening?"

It is clear that he is not.

Ever since you entered the room with your new outfit, Hobie could not keep his eyes off your body. Not a single word you rambled about has entered his ears, as his head is filled with vivid fantasies of you.

He imagines your pair of lovely cherries, bared from a cut hole in your suit, mushed around and sliding across his standing erection. You weeping as you bounced off his cock, pussy visible from a hole that he cut out, and tits jiggling through that skin tight suit.

(Fuck, he soon realizes, he probably obtained a suit or suit-destruction kink somehow, if that is even a thing.)

Hands in his pockets, Hobie decides that it is time to put an end to his painful strain in the pants.

He stands up from the living room couch to stride towards you.

Once in front of you , he opens his mouth. Closes it again with a knowing smile. Then opens it again.

"Let's fuck."

When he is met with confused silence, he smiles again and pulls your wrists gently.

"Come on." Hobie leads you to the bedroom.

He sits on the bed and drags you onto his lap.

He webs a pair of scissors and your eyes open wide in shock as he cuts around the fabric on top of your chest.

"I've been staring at your tits the whole time," he explained, "They are so pretty, couldn't take my eyes off them."

After an oval hole has been made snugly around your breasts, Hobie drops the scissors and begins toying with your nipples. You whimper at the sensation and holds onto him for dear life. Soon, he replaces his fingers with his skilled tongue, and you let out a sob and lean against him even more.

Your begin to feel your eyes water and you gnaw your bottom lip.

Hobie smiles at the sight of your pleasured expression, satisfied with his work.

Once your peaks are both swollen and red, he stops then and motions you to present your hips towards him. You nod and slowly kneel onto the bed, jutting your hips high for the taking.

He carefully cuts a hole on top of your moist cunt, being sure not to do any damage to your soft skin.

Once it's all done, the scissors are thrown away and Hobie sticks two fingers right into you.

You gasp.

"Fuck, already so tight for me are you?" He taunts.

Tears of pleasure forms in your eyes as his fingers start to move in and out immediately, not giving you any time to react.

"Mmf~” you whimper through the sheets.

You can feel yourself growing wetter as the he continue, if that is even possible.

However your fulfillness is short-lived as he suddenly withdrawn his fingers. Shocked and disappointed at the sudden emptiness, you swooshed your head back and looked at him with teary disbelief.

Hobie smirks smugly and walks backwards until he reached the couch. As he sits down, he pats his lap and motions you to go there.

You sniff again before slowly getting up.

Your stand is unsteady, and your steps are heavy as you feel like you could fall at any moment.

Hobie watches with interest as you struggled to make your way towards him. A smile, almost proud-looking, lingering on his lips.

Once you finally reached the destination, you spread your legs and slide onto his thighs.

He immediately places his hands onto your legs and you jolt at the feeling of his calloused palms.

Hobie unbuckles his jeans and slide them down to reveal his standing erection.

Using one hand to stroke your cheek, he places the other onto your hips and guides you towards him.

"Sit on it.”

You look at him unsurely, but when he motions it again, you gradually start to position your hips above his cock.

You gasp when you feel your clit touches his tip, the sensation shaking you to the core.

You let out a slow breath as you begin to slowly sink down. You feel as if your bottom will be ripped from his sheer size and you look up to him, begging for help. You can't do this just by yourself.

But Hobie seems to be oblivious of your struggles, eyes closed in ecstasy, head tilted back as ragged sighs escaped from his lips. Only when he felt your movement stop completely did he begin to slowly push you down by himself.

Once your ass is sat onto his lap, he opens his eyes.

"Hmm, so desperate for my help aren't you?" He murmured teasingly.

You whine in return. You feel so full, so completed with him thrusted all the way into you.

Hobie stands and hoists your hips up in one smooth motion and begin walking towards the bed. You let out a small scream and clings onto him desperately.

Hobie lays you gently onto the sheets before climbing on himself. Kneeled on both sides of your legs and elbows framed around your face, he begins to rut into you in a fast pace.

Your breath quickens and you hold onto his sleeves tightly.

"Gonna cum soon." he gasped, his breaths short, "Gonna cum, and put a baby into you.”

You look up to him in surprise and blushes. Hobie smiles at your reaction and strokes the edges of your face.

"You liked that didn't you?" He asks quietly, "Such a dirty girl.��

His touches trails downwards, from your neck to the valley of your breasts, then to caressing your clothed stomach.

You are a sobbing mess by the time he has reached your clit.

He rolls the little nub between his fingers, magnifying your pleasure tenfold.

You vision drops and you shake as the both of you reached your highs.

You clench your fist into his sleeves and pull him close, feeling his heavy breaths on your neck.

Seconds later, Hobie pulls away and webs in a towel.

He daps your face and body, then does the same to his own, then the bed and couch. As Hobie threw the towel into the laundry bin you begin to sit up.

You examine yourself: Your newly-bought suit, now filthy, torn with holes, and filled with sweat and the smell of sex.

It's ruined completely.

Hobie watches your look of disappointment carefully, and pulls you into his arms.

"Don't worry, I already made a suit for you long time ago. A proper one"

You open your eyes wide and turn and look at him questioningly.

"It's a part of your birthday surprise. I thought it will be necessary for your protection in the future."

Still in a trance, you continue to stare.

"If you still want those store-bought suits though, I can get you another one of those-"

You stuff your face into his chest. Hobie smiles and hugs you close.

"I love you," you tell him quietly.

He chuckles.

"I love you too darling. Now come on, let's get you all cleaned up."

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rhinestonz · 3 months

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☆ FUCK HIM UP ☆

“Poor lil Choso ~”

You knew you’d be saying that line one day. From the moment you saw the half dead looking man. You’d see him in the corner of the class. Secluded and alone. You see the way any girl would make his pale skin turn pink. When you were partnered up for a project and you saw the reddish pink that lay around his eyes you couldn’t help but vow until you made those tired eyes cry.

“Chosooo~” you mewled out as you two sat. The library was quiet , optimal for work, but you two weren’t trying to work. He was busy trying to calm down his nervousness and you were busy making him nervous. You rested your head in your hands, elbows on the table framing your tits in your red low cut shirt. You pouted , he couldn’t even look at you “ Choso , we’re working together , you can’t just look down at your book all day. The ink haired boy continued to fiddle with his pen , eyes tracing the paper on the table. You’d be lying if he wasn’t pissing you off a bit. At the same time , it was turning you on. So shy he couldn’t even look at you. You had to push him to the edge.

You smirked as you stood up , brown skirt swooshing in the direction your hips moved as you circled around the table to him. You lifted his chin to look at you , you felt his jaw clench. “ Do you not like me?” You pouted . The boy looked up at you , eying your tits. “ n-no it’s not that “ he stuttered, starting to look down but you just guided his face back up. “ Then what is it Cho?” You coed. You bent down giving him a better view of your tits as they clearly wanted to spill from the square cut of your shirt. “ Can I call you that ? Cho ~?” Choso could feel himself pulsing in his gray sweats, your voice just did things to him. “ I just don’t know you that well” he mumbled, looking down and playing with his fingers. Maybe you were just a sick bitch but his demeanor, fuck it turned you on. You faked innocence and smiled in his face “ well then let’s get to know each other!”

☆ Getting Choso to your home was easy. He was so compliant it only took one ask. However, acting like seeing him nervously tapping his cup and not daring to gaze at you didn’t make you wanna suck him off till he cried, was hard. “So.. um .. What's your favorite.. color “ you could hear him gulp. “ hmmm, maybe red , like the color around your eyes, that’s so fucking hot” you weren’t here to play games. “I um , I “ he stammered as you walked to him cupping his face. Watching his eyes widen as you ran your hands down in. From his face to his neck to his chest to his thighs. Stopping as you were on your knees pulling at his sweats. “ I wanna fuck your pretty ass so bad” you sighed. He couldn’t even dwell in his shock as he twitched. Seeing your hands stroke his cock through his sweats. “ uh I um , fuck “ hearing him try to process the situation made you chuckle a bit. Pulling his pants down and seeing his dick his tummy. The shade of his cheeks matching his eyes. It’s like his stammers never ended. Music to your ears as they turned into whimpers , your warm tongue swirling his tip as your lips swallowed him. It’s just like he couldn’t even process. His hands up, scared to touch you. But they quickly latched to your hair as you took him all the way down. Nose touching his stomach. The sound of his choked out groan going straight to your cunt. You wanted to fuck him up , be messy. As his dick fell out your mouth with a pop , so did his fluids you made sure to smear it all over. Spreading the mess with your touch on his stomach before drooling and sucking his balls, gripping his shaft what you were at it. “ Ah fuck y/n , please , I can-“ His whimpers continued. small jerks , and exasperated pants fueled you even more. But it wasn’t until you looked up at him for the first time in a while that the satisfaction of your efforts hit. His eyes teary , red even looking down at you begging awaiting your next move. That’s when you said those words you had always wanted to say. “ awww~ poor lil Choso “. You squeezed his girth. “ poor lil Choso can’t even take a blow job~” you teased, starting a slow pace up and down his cock. “ poor lil Cho , feel embarrassed by your own cum? “ your hand sped up , and you periodically placed small licks to his red tip. You faked curiosity , watching the boy cover his mouth , eyes closing shut, pushing out tears as he threw his head back. “ poor fucking Cho , can’t even look me in the eyes while I make him feel good ?” You pouted “ so disrespectful, gotta teach you some manners huh lil boy ?” You said , placing a flick to his tip. He jolted forward , crying out a bit from the sting. He sniffled as you got up , smearing his mess on his face. You watched his cock twitch “ lil humiliation slut “ you tsked. “ ima teach you to be obedient” you said signaling him to pull your skirt up. He looked away from you as he complied. “ Choso,” you grabbed his face , nails digging into it “ look away from me again and I swear I’ll milk you dry.” You threatened. He brought his shy eyes to you “ just , just too hard for me “ he huffed out. He whimpered as you lowered yourself onto him. Taking his cock into your walls making sure he felt a poverty grove. You finally knew what pussy drunk looked like and he barely had you. His eyes looking up into the sky as if asking for a deity , his mouth agape , tears failing. His hands hovered over your hips , shaking , too scared to grip him. You told him to , and it’s like he had never touched flesh before. His hands felt good on you though. “ Oh I know it's hard for you Cho~” you coed. Starting to bounce on him , up and down watching his face intently. Just watching tears fall. Wrapping your arms around his neck. Dirty talking to him all the way.

“ You like this ? Of course you do lil boy”

“Does it feel good ?”

“ you wanna stay like this forever don't you “

“ I can feel your lil virgin dick twitch inside me “

“ not used to this, are you baby ?”

You didn't hear a single moan until now, your legs wrapped around him, your cunt clenching him. You felt his warm cum paint your walls white. You looked at his face red , eyes glossy and half lidded, lips almost smoking from his futile attempts to be quiet. You watched as he squeezed your hips letting out a long raspy “ oh fuckkkkkkk~”. You pull off of him, making him watch himself leak. Making him watch his cuz drip from your cunt. “ See baby ? This is what you get when you listen” you don’t even think he was listening. You just were glad you got the chance to make poor Choso cry from feeling good. Shit , maybe you’d keep him around.

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daisynik7 · 6 months

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Neighbor Nanami headcanon where he uses his new neighbors mini garden on their balcony as a conversation starter. Man had a crush for his pretty neighbor since she moved in months ago, but his tongue is always tied but one day he notices she is growing cherry tomatoes among all the flowers and herbs and his mouth is faster then his brain

Author's Note: This has been sitting in my inbox for months now, I'm so sorry it took so long for me to reply! I hope you enjoy this little drabble. :) Heart divider credit to @/cafekitsune!

You sip your coffee on the balcony, relaxing into the patio chair, basking in the morning sunshine. It’s been almost two months now since you moved into this new apartment and it finally feels like home. The first week you arrived, your parents helped you plant a miniature herb garden and you’ve somehow managed to keep it alive since. It’s now sprawling with fresh basil, parsley, and cilantro, all of which you use often to elevate certain recipes. You glance at the pot beside it, inspecting the cherry tomato plant you received as a house-warming gift from a friend. So far, no fruit yet, only leaves, though you’re hopeful you’ll see progress soon.

Right on cue, you hear the distinct swoosh of a sliding door opening, then see your neighbor step out onto his balcony. You smile at him, waving. “Good morning, Nanami.”

He turns to face you, giving you a polite nod, a steaming mug of hot tea in his hand. “Good morning.”

Your conversations usually don’t last very long. Sometimes it ends just like this, with the both of you silently enjoying the quiet morning together until either of you decide it’s time to get ready for work. He’s a quiet man, maybe even a little shy at times. Though you find comfort in his presence.

You watch him from the corner of your eye as he takes a sip of his tea, staring out into the horizon. Golden streaks of sunlight shine on him, casting a beautiful glow on his figure. He’s handsome, that’s for sure. You’ve always thought that ever since you met him.

Feeling chatty today, you stand up, walking to your garden, grazing the delicate basil leaves between your fingers. “Do you cook?”

He’s surprised at your question, hesitating slightly before he answers, “Yes, I do.”

“My garden is overflowing now. Would you like some fresh herbs?”

He walks to the end of the balcony closest to you. “Are you sure?”

You grin at him. “Of course! I don’t know what else to do with all the excess. I’m running out of recipe ideas.”

His mouth opens, but then closes, remaining silent. You’re curious what he wants to say, though you don’t ask, plucking the stems off gently. “I’ll put these in a bag for you.”

When you return, you notice him staring at the cherry tomato plant, studying it carefully. You hand the herbs to him, hoping he’d ask you about it. Instead, all he says is a quiet, “Thank you,” before bidding you farewell, going inside.

You sigh, sinking back into your patio chair, wondering what you’re doing wrong.

When the tomatoes sprout, you can’t contain your excitement, spending the morning marveling at the round green bulbs decorating the vines. Nanami is out with you, remaining silent, though you catch him glancing in your direction a few times. You want so badly to converse with him, but you’re unsure how. He hasn’t mentioned anything about the herbs since you gave it to him over a week ago. Did he use them yet? What did he cook with it?

Finally, on the day your little tomato babies are bright red, Nanami speaks to you. “Cherry tomatoes,” he says, looking at your plant.

You beam at him. “Aren’t they beautiful?”

He gazes at you, smiling. “Yes. Beautiful.”

Butterflies flap around in your stomach and suddenly, you’re speechless, unable to think of anything else to say. But you don’t need to, because this time, Nanami does the talking. “I’ve used up all of the herbs you gave me. Thank you again.”

“I’m so glad you found a use for them,” you reply, finding your voice, standing as close to his balcony as possible. “I’m not sure yet what I’ll use these tomatoes for.”

He does the same, and it feels like there’s barely any distance separating you now. “I know a great pasta recipe I can show you. If you’d like.” There’s a hint of blush in his cheeks. Maybe this is what he’s wanted to tell you all along.

You smile wider at him, happy with this progress. “I’d love that.”

#nanami kento #nanami x reader #nanami x you #nanami fluff #nanami kento fluff #nanami kento x reader #nanami kento x you #kento nanami x reader #kento nanami x you #kento nanami fluff #jjk fluff #jujutsu kaisen fluff #requests

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wol-fica · 1 year

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-𝕌𝕟𝕖𝕩𝕡𝕖𝕔𝕥𝕖𝕕-

pairings - wednesday x gn!reader

summary - Wednesday comes to you for advice and guidance with her stalker problem, and finally confesses

warnings - kissing, slight make out, fluff, kinda investigation, wednesday is so hot omg

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It was a peaceful night at Nevermore Academy, not a sound could be heard, except for up in Apollo Hall. The soft ‘swoosh’ of a broom across wooden floors filled the large space as I did the weekly clean of my dorm.

I lived alone, well technically not, as I did have a roommate, but they never stayed here or even bothered to show up at the beginning of the semester, so I assumed that the dorm was mine for the taking. Maximus, my dorm parent, had said that he didn’t mind me having it to myself, but I needed to uphold the promise of keeping it in order just in case a new student comes along.

So here I was, ridding the space of all dust and grime. The faint sound of laughter flowed through my open window, probably coming from down in the quad. There was a late night party for the students who participated in the repair of the school, which was basically everyone. I was invited, but I’d rather be alone with my books than get drunk with the crowd. Everyone was down to do drugs and chug alcohol, which is why I was incredibly surprised to hear a swift knock at my door.

“Coming!” I called, placing the broom back into my supply closet before heading to the door. I opened it, only to be met with someone I would never expect to be at my doorstep.

Wednesday Addams, gloomy and attractive as always.

See, Wednesday and I have only interacted twice, so I was confused why she would be here at my door. The first time we met was at Eugene’s shed; I had gone there to get a jar of honey for my baking escapades, and Wednesday was there looming over a book of some sort. I had said hello, but all I received was a look and a nod.

The second time was with Enid; I was in their dorm helping her decorate a large poster board for her project on giant hawks when Wednesday arrived back from Hummers club. We made eye contact for a solid two-and-a-half seconds before she greeted Enid and went straight to her typewriter.

So for her to be standing in my doorway, arms full of papers and a black display board while her face looked bland as ever, was quite a shock to me.

“Wednesday, Hi.” I said, probably looking like an idiot.

Her eyes scanned my face before trailing down to the black apron I wore for cleaning. Instantly, my skin went red from embarrassment, and I scrambled to take it off.

“Sorry, I was in the middle of sweeping when you knocked.”

“That is fine, having a neat room shows me that you are at least cleaner than most.” Wednesday said, her voice a bit less monotonous than usual. “Can I enter?”

“I…of course!” I stammered, stepping aside so she could walk in.

I shut the door behind her, locked it, and turned to see her inspecting my walls. She moved around the room quite fast, her hand tracing along the ancient wood. Once she seemed satisfied, she placed her things on my bed and got to work setting up her display board.

“Uh, can I help with anything…?” I asked, sliding closer to see what she had.

She shook her head no and grabbed her papers to pin them up on the black panel, which is where I realized they were in fact photos of her. All of them were inconsistent, some with her by herself, others while she was with Enid or Xavier.

“Wednesday what-”

She slapped her hand to my mouth, glaring her dark eyes at me. “Be patient, you will see what I'm getting at.”

I obliged, keeping my eyes on Wednesday as she finished pinning the last of her photos. Once she was satisfied, she clasped my hand and pulled me back to see the full product. Red string trailed from each photo to a paper, which led to the center, a dark blurry figure.

We stared at it for a moment, basking in the silence. In our pause, I registered her hand in mine. Her skin was cold, but not in a repulsive way, it was more refreshing than uncomfortable. I was surprised, especially when her thumb gently traced the back of my hand.

“So, what am I looking at?” I asked, breaking the silence.

She went forward to inspect her work more closely, her hand sliding out of mine in the process. An empty feeling filled the air but I ignored it out of respect.

“Wednesday?” I asked again, coming up next to her.

“It seems that I have acquired a stalker.” She murmured, scratching her chin.

“I see that, but why did you come here?”

“Because I needed a consult.”

“What’s wrong with Enid? Xavier?”

Wednesday’s dark eyes snapped to mine, a glare clouding her face. She stared at me for a good few seconds before looking back at her board.

“Because of that picture.” She stated, pointing at one of her laying on her colorless bed, “I care for Enid and Xavier greatly, but this makes me paranoid.”

I nod, understanding her view, “How would they get a picture of you in your room?”

“A good question, but I'm not sure about the answer.”

“I see.”

Silence, again; Wednesday really likes to analyze, so I used this time to admire her.

One thing about her that I always found interesting about her was her face. While most people would say she is bland and psychotic, I fully disagree. She has always had this effect on me that I couldn’t quite pinpoint until now.

When we would pass in the hallway, I would get giddy and nervous, but as soon as she was gone those feelings diminished. We sit with each other in Creepy Creatures class, and I always get so scared to mess up on a test or choose dumb answers for homework in fear of repulsing her.

“Y/N.”

Wednesday’s voice snapped me out of my daydreaming, causing me to look down to her. Her dark, well-trained eyes searched my Y/E/C ones with curiosity.

“What were you doing?” She asked, peering up at me.

“Nothing! Just thinking about stuff.”

She hummed slowly, still staring at me. “Stuff.”

I nodded sheepishly and smiled, giving a tense shrug.

“Anyways, I had asked if you had any theories on who my despicable stalker could be.”

I thought for a moment, multiple possibilities filling my brain.

“Old family member?” I suggested.

Wednesday studied my face as she seemed to ponder about what I said. “Elaborate.”

I cleared my throat. “Distant relative. Has an issue with your family or you yourself. They want to scare you by taking stalkerish photos of you?”

“No, too easy.”

“How about a current student? Someone who is jealous of you and is trying to distract you from things about to happen?”

She pursed her lip at that one. “Maybe”

“Ooh! Or an old foe!” I said, now being very interested in the issue. “Someone you crossed and maybe have beaten in the past, they are back to scare you!”

I turned to see her slightly grinning at me, her eyes watching my every move. My face heated up and I giggled, scratching the back of my neck.

“Sorry, I love mysteries.”

Wednesday shook her head slightly, giving me an ever so small smirk. “That’s okay, investigating is cute on you.”

“Really?” I said, a blush covering my cheeks.

“Yes, it's terribly annoying.”

“Sorry.”

She scoffed, shaking her head; her eyes met mine with a fiery glaze. She was studying me again, taking in my features so they would have an imprint in her brain. I learned that Wednesday would do that so she could remember who she saw in a day in case of an unfortunate event happening.

“You are incredibly naive.” Wednesday said, tracing her fingers across a photo of her and I in botany class.

I cocked my head to the side in confusion. What did that mean? Was I supposed to pick up on something? Did she ask me another question?

“What do you mean?” I asked with caution.

Her shoulders dropped as her head drooped sadly. Cringing a slight bit, I backed away in fear that I said something wrong.

“I keep throwing signals in your direction but you are to blind to see my attempts; unless I’m just bad at flirting.”

I looked stupid, very stupid. My mouth was hanging open while my eyes squinted in thought.

“You…have a thing for me? Like a crush?”

“Yes, I have gained an attraction to you.” She said, watching for my reaction.

“Oh.”

“Are you disappointed?”

“What? No.”

“Then angry.”

“Wednesday, wait.” I said, shushing her before she started assuming the worst.

She stared, her eyes never leaving mine. Our gaze seemed to create a thin spark between us as we had a silent conversation through facial expressions. My thoughts took a pause when I saw her dark orbs flicker down to my lips, her own parting slightly.

“Can…can I kiss you Y/N?” Wednesday asked tentatively whilst rocking on her feet.

I smiled, reaching out to grab her hands.

“Call me Y/N/N.”

And with that, our lips met in a fiery blaze. Her’s were soft and delicate, yet surprisingly delicious. She tasted sweet like lemonade but with a hint of mint. My hands traveled down to her waist, pulling her closer to me so I could kiss her more properly.

We broke for air, but she dove right back in with a ferocious demeanor. I felt the prodding of her tongue begging for access into my mouth, which I happily accepted. As soon as she got clearance, she set to work exploring every crevice with curiosity. The way her tongue would slide against mine created a bubbly feeling in my stomach, which only grew when she decided to cup my face.

I pulled back, a string of spit dangled between us. Giggling, I wiped it away and planted a soft peck to her cheek.

“Now I can brag that I made out with Wednesday Addams.” I snickered, burying my nose into her neck.

Suddenly, a sharp jab of a fist collided with my stomach, causing me to clutch it in discomfort.

“Tell anyone and I will rip you off at your mid-section.” She stated before pulling me into her for a tight hug.

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smoft-demons · 3 months

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MC gets turned into a tiefling

I have had an idea!! Imagine,, MC gets into some magic bs, touches a cursed book Satan left lying around or trips over Solomon mid-experiment or some shit, and gets turned (temporarily) into a D&D tiefling. (Not using strict D&D rules, this is mostly just vibes. This setting doesn’t super work with D&D, as we all probably know)

You’ve got horns and a tail! Your teeth are sharper, your pupils are slit like Levi’s, you’ve got some sharpened senses and boosted magic and fire resistance. Maybe you even automatically know infernal now.

All that’s very cool, but it wouldn’t take long for the dumb baby tief shit to start happening. You’re a human, you’re not used to being shaped like this!

I’m imagining Lucifer, going just a bit broody over their human. Lucifer’s hand shooting out to catch your horn before it slams into a door frame. Lucifer sighing exasperatedly, suppressing laughter with all his willpower as you get tangled up in fabric as you try to put a hoodie on, because you’re not used to making normal clothes work properly with horns. He’d help you sort it out. He’d fuss over you like the mother hen he’d never admit he is.

Then Mammon, outright laughing at you when you step on your own tail or close a door on it—laughing at you, but still not hesitating for a moment to help. Tending to your injuries, checking you over and reassuring you without missing a beat. Being the very good (and a bit annoying) big brother that he is. He’s had lots of practise at this—5 little brothers worth of practice. Your tail lashing in agitation if Mammon doesn’t quit making fun of you, and Mammon softening, because that’s such baby Satan behaviour and he can’t help but melt about it.

Your body language mirroring Levi’s even more than before, and Levi sometimes having to turn around and stuff his fist into his mouth so he doesn’t scream about how endearing that is. Levi, adjusting the way your headphones sit on your head to accommodate for the new horns. You and Levi watching an anime together, both your pupils blown wide open in excitement. Your tails are swooshing happily in sync. (Beel was coming to collect you two for a snack run, but he just HAS to film this)

Beel, giving you satisfying stuff to bite, listening patiently as you screw up speaking in a new way, because your teeth are suddenly longer and sharper. He’d be reassuring and non-judgemental about that learning curve. About all the times you’d inevitably end up cutting your own lip or tongue on those new sharp teeth, too. It’s mildly embarrassing, but he would remain chill. He’s nice like that.

Asmo would help you maintain your new horns. He’d have all the products needed to keep them as pretty as possible. He’d want to take over styling your hair (because you can’t do it the same as usual now! There are horns in the way!) at first, out of both novelty and caring for you, and then he’d teach you how to do it yourself. He’ll still wanna do it for you sometimes though. You know Asmo, he can’t resist spoiling his MC. He’d be one to fuss over minor injuries… but he’d ALSO be one to want to test your new (slightly) increased resilience with products that were just a little too strong for you as a human. Like, a face mask with fire salamander ingredients that WOULD burn a human’s skin, but not a demon’s. Someone would have to step in to remind him that there still might be risk. Tiefling =/= high demon lord!

I imagine Asmo probably gossips with Mammon and Satan in infernal, about whoever they don’t like from RAD or wherever. I imagine the twins probably use infernal together too, just for minor references and things that are not worth the time to explain to you. I imagine they’d all be in the habit of using it for things they don’t want you to hear, like if they’re planing to surprise you. Imagine the surprise for all of them when they comment among themselves in infernal and suddenly their human (who is shaped like a tiefling) replies!

Satan would, upon learning that you know infernal now, make you read every untranslated story he has that he thinks you’d like. He’d get excited about experimenting with your boosted magic. He’d understand when you lose control, like if you hurt yourself while cooking and then instinctively react with hellish rebuke, setting the whole stove on fire by accident. He gets it! Imagine you and him doing the synchronized tail swoosh too.

Belphie would put pool noodles on your horns like a baby goat so they don’t accidentally stab him. Again. Belphie would tangle his tail up with yours, maybe to be annoying, maybe to be affectionate. Who knows with him tbh, it’s probably both. Belphie would be one to make fun of you for getting stuff tangled up in your horns, or stepping on your own tail, dumb baby tief stuff like that. He’s used to being the weakest, babiest demon in that house! But, since it’s you, he’d probably find some enjoyment in getting to baby (and make fun of) a younger, smaller demon (or rather, human newly shaped like a demon) in the family. Just because it’s you, I imagine he’d enjoy taking the role of older sibling for once. Just because it’s you.

(Should I make a proper headcanons/oneshot post about this?)

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irisintheafterglow · 7 months

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Hellooo 🫠 so how would satoru react to his little twin sister and suguru secretly dating? Maybe he catches them having a moment or satoru makes a comment and she slips up?

oops?

wc: 0.7k

cw: swearing and dramatic, overprotective satoru, gn!reader

note: BABEE THIS CONCEPT IS SO FUNNY TO ME OMG YOU'RE A GENIUS !!! i hope you enjoy this, this was so fun to write :D

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"i-i can't with you two, right now. please, get out of my sight." he sighs in melodramatic anguish, whirling away with all the flair of a musical theater actor. you could almost imagine the shakespearean cape swooshing behind him as he turns.

"satoru-"

"stop it! there are so many things going through my mind right now and i don't want to know about any of them!" you glance at your boyfriend who hasn't stopped pinching the bridge of his nose for the past five minutes. satoru discovering your relationship was not in either of your plans for the day. you're grateful that suguru tied his hair up; otherwise, he would have probably torn it out by now.

"satoru, we didn't-"

"i'm not listening! i'm not listening!" your brother plugs his ears like a toddler, obnoxiously reciting the abc's until his voice becomes hoarse. it's your turn to sigh, rolling your eyes and praying he calms down long enough for you and suguru to explain yourselves.

satoru wasn't supposed to be in your dorm when suguru came to pick you up, but a quickly completed mission and downtime to kill with girls he'd never see again proved too important of a story to tell you over the phone. as much as you tried to deter him, saying that you'd spilled body spray and he'd get a headache or shoko had left a massive fart on your bed, nothing worked. he burst into your room completely unannounced while you were changing and you stupidly revealed you were going on a date in a panic.

"a date? oh, that's right! you're seeing a guy now, right?" he jumps onto your bed unceremoniously, crossing his legs into a lanky pretzel and leaning forward with great interest.

"satoru, please," you pleaded with him, "you have to go. i need to finish getting dressed."

"what's he like? is he treating my little sibling like he's supposed to?"

"you're older than me by a minute, asshole," you yell from the bathroom, darting around to find all the things you needed to throw into your bag before you left. "you're not allowed to meet him yet, so please leave." the urgency in your voice finally gets through to him and he raises his hands in defeat, making his way to the door when your phone dings. it's from suguru. you throw down your phone, running to grab your brother's arm before he opens the door, but it's too late. the door opens and they speak at the same time.

"hey, gorgeous-"

"what the fuck are you doing here?" suguru's body goes deathly still, unable to come up with a coverup fast enough before satoru connects the dots. "oh. oh my god!" so much for keeping the relationship a secret.

"satoru, look-"

"you're seeing my fucking twin? that's who you've been talking about so much? you're in love with my twin sibling?" suguru's face goes bright pink and he glances at you, stammering pointlessly. you can't help the scoff that escapes you at the fact that suguru talks about you to your twin brother.

"you're in love with me?"

"task at hand, babe," he mutters and satoru flinches at how nonchalantly the pet name slips from his best friend's mouth.

"'babe?' you call them 'babe?'" the conversation devolves into pure chaos. satoru continues to lament his feelings about betrayal by the two people closest to him while those same two people yell at him that it wasn't that serious until yaga's face appears over suguru's shoulder.

"if you all would politely cease your bickering, i am trying to sleep," he says with barely restrained anger and all three of you shrink away, murmuring various apologies. when your principal leaves, satoru gives a deep exhale before turning to his best friend.

"don't hurt them, suguru," he commands in a tone you'd never heard from him before. "i'm dead fucking serious."

"i know you are, satoru," he concedes, rubbing his eyes tiredly. "and, i'm sorry for not telling you. i didn't know how to."

"yeah, yeah, i know. get out of here, already, yeah?" he waves dismissively, ushering you out the door and into suguru's arms. "don't do anything stupid, you lovesick freaks."

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l0vegl0wsinthedark · 1 year

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Omg pls you should write a hot, cocky slytherin Harry one shot 😭

'Hey, Malfoy!'

'Fuck,' Draco said, and walked faster. His stomach did a little swoosh swoosh and a little hoppity hop and that made him scowl so he said, 'Fuck,' again.

'I know you heard me,' said Potter cheerfully falling into step beside him, leaning in to speak quietly into Draco's ear. The hairs on the back of Draco's neck sprang up.

He walked faster still. He was very late and the library would close and Pince would charge him a late fee for Beikoff's Brave Brews - A Venture Into Modern Potion Brewing, and it wouldn't even be a fair fee, honestly, she demanded the most bizarre numbers, the bint.

'Of course I heard you,' Draco said and he did not look at Potter. No, he stared straight ahead and walked with purpose. Maybe even stuck his nose up a bit. 'My ears work just fine.'

'Yeah, not like your eyes.'

'What? My eyes work just fine too.'

'Really, Malfoy, what eighteen year old wears reading glasses?'

'It's hereditary!' Draco said indignantly, stopping and swivelling around to face him. His cheeks felt very hot. 'And look who's talking?! You've been four eyed since you were, what? Six?!'

'I don't need them to read, though,' Potter said, grinning gleefully. He was always grinning. He had such white teeth and he grinned so wide and they shone against his lovely brown skin. His eyes shone too. They were very pretty and they shone. Behind ugly glasses. Aha!

'Your glasses are ugly,' Draco said. 'They're not even very trendy. Did you take them from your grandfather?'

But Draco did not wait for an answer and stomped off with a hmph because Potter was looking at him again. Looking. Like that.

Like he thought Draco was adorable. Like he wanted to touch Draco. To hold him like he were a...a little dormouse or something, and...and kiss him and pet his head and show him off to all his horrid, Slytherin friends.

Like he wanted to swallow Draco whole.

'Malfoy?'

Draco was staring. Again. At Potter. Draco was staring at Potter with his mouth a wee tiny little bit open and his eyes were unfocused and probably glazed over.

Potter's grin was now predatory.

'Lubrication!' Draco blurted out. Practically shouted it. He then had to focus very hard on not fainting.

Potter, his eyes enormous, raised his bushy eyebrows very high.

'Beg pardon?' he asked, voice vibrating with horrible, perverted glee.

'I-- I'm on medications, Potter, I'm very sick!' Draco announced shrilly.

'Oh? What's wrong, Malfoy?'

'It's dryness!' Draco snapped. 'When the eyes aren't-- aren't wet, they get dry.' Absolutely incredible. To think of his IQ. He might as well be a Slytherin. 'And so I'm taking potions. To make them wet.'

Potter wasn't grinning anymore. He was looking at Draco very intently.

'Okay,' Potter said slowly.

'So-- so that's why they were like that, that's why my eyes looked like that just now,' Draco spoke quickly now. He had things to do, books to return, essays to write, other books to read, pillows to scream into.

'Look like what?'

'Glazed over,' Draco said impatiently. 'When the eyes get dry, they look glazed over. Eyes are very delicate, Potter, they need constant lubrication or else they can get, well, dry. Fuck. 'And itchy.' Fuck. 'And so just now when I was staring at you, I mean gazing at you, I mean I was not gazing, not gazing.' Fuck. Oh, fuck. 'I think gazing requires more and very intense looking, like in Astronomy? With stars? Through a telescope.' Astronomical fuck.

Potter's grin was back. It was so...so salacious. And evil. Really, Slytherins were all so terrible and perverted and...so bad. Bad people.

Draco's back hit the wall. What. How why? Well, okay, but only because his knees were shaking and he really, really needed the support.

Potter needed the support too, apparently, because he planted one hand on the wall. Right next to Draco's head.

Draco's eyes darted, without permission, to look at the hand. Wide hand, very big. Hairy knuckles. Bitten nails with dirt under them. So uncouth, honestly. Yuck, bleurgh oh Potter's face was very close.

Draco hugged his book very tightly because he needed comfort he needed strength Potter looked very strong, he was always flying, my god Potter's chest had to be, what, 45 inches wide?

'Malfoy,' Potter purred. He was so repulsive, honestly, whose voice sounds like that, maybe Draco should punch him in the throat. 'Are all you Ravenclaws this cute?'

Maybe Draco would punch him in the throat over his Adam's apple, his neck was really elegant actually, Potter had excellent bone structure.

'I really am curious because you're the only nerd-- er, Ravenclaw I ever look at. I mean, gaze at.'

Potter's dirty, dirty smirk, his other big hand in his pocket, ugh such a reprehensible lack of manners.

'But I can still say that, you are, by far, the cutest nerd-o-claw in the whole damn school,' Potter reached up and touched the tip of Draco's nose. 'Boop,' he said softly.

Potter had touched Draco's face. Just like that. And he had said the word "boop". His chest was definitely at least 38 inches broad, exactly 38, Draco was ready to wager and my god did Potter never get a haircut? How did one read with such masses of hair in one's green eyes all the time.

'But then you know that,' said Potter. 'You've always known that.'

Broad chest, dry eyes, very nice neck, late library book - yes good, a comprehensive list.

'I've been telling you for years,' Potter murmured with a little tilt of his head.

He leaned right in and pressed a kiss to Draco's cheek.

'If only you paid attention, Malfoy,' Potter frowned, but his eyes twinkled, 'Tut tut. Some Ravenclaw.'

Potter shook his head and backed away. Still shaking his head he winked at Draco. Then he walked off, throat bobbing with laughter.

'Later, sweetheart,' he chimed over his shoulder.

Pince was going to drain the Malfoy vaults. It really had to be illegal.

Illegal.

(Part 2)

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pankowperfection · 8 months

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Dark Desires

A/N: no idea where this came from. Tired so did not proofread, sorry if it sucks

Warnings: honestly pure filth, bondage, sex toys, oral, anal play, choking, 18+

You weren't sure how you had ended up here, never believing for a single second that your boyfriend, JJ, would ever take you up on making you darkest fantasies come true. Electricity hums through your veins as he secures the thick rope around your wrists, tying them together tightly before securing them to the headboard.

You give them an experimental tug, the coarse fibers cutting into your skin in a delicious way. JJ watches you closely, his pupils are so blown out with lust that you can barely see the blue of his eyes, a new kind of hunger evident in every single move that he makes. He climbs onto the bed, situating himself over your hips to hold you in place.

"Remember your safe word sweetheart, you just might need it."

He gives you a sexy smirk, your walls clenching around nothing at the authority in his tone.

"Yes sir. Please, make me feel good."

He chuckles darkly, leaning down to capture your lips in a heated kiss. You can't hold in your moan when he sucks on your lower lip, nibbling it lightly before letting is snap back into place. Each thrust of his tongue into your mouth makes you shudder, desperate for some sort of friction between your thighs. As he turns his attention to your neck you hear a soft buzzing sound, mind racing at his next move.

He presses the small vibrator against your hardened nipple, tracing around the sensitive nub lightly while his mouth wraps around the other. The combination of his tongue teasing you mixed with the vibrations has your back arching off the bed, the ache between your thighs intensifying with each passing second. Moans and pleas spill from your lips, only urging JJ on further.

After a few minutes of teasing he switches sides, giving your other nipple equal attention from his mouth. Where his teeth nibble and pull causing your flesh to burn, he quickly soothes with soft flicks of his tongue, further driving you crazy. When he pulls away your breath is coming in short pants, so turned on you can barely think straight.

"God J, feels so good."

"Just wait darlin', I'm just getting started."

He's clearly up to something, pulling out his bandana from his back pocket before tying it over your eyes so you can no longer see. Your ears listen intently, trying to determine his next move.

You feel the bed dip when he returns, his calloused hands urging your legs apart. Something soft traces from your foot to the inside of your thigh, repeating the action in a agonizingly slow pattern. Up one leg, over your stomach, across your breasts, then back down the other leg, always avoiding where you need him most.

Just as you've gotten used to the feeling he strikes. One quick flick of his wrist sends the the flogger swooshing through the air before making rough contact with your pussy. You pull against your restraints, a loud moan escaping you at the unexpected contact.

He continues to rain down blows, working his way over each puffy lip before focusing his attention on your swollen clit. Your body trembles with each impact, rushing closer and closer to your high. Moans and whimpers bounce around the room, along with your pleas for him to let you cum.

JJ reads your body, stopping when you are just about to fall over the edge. You sag into the mattress, every nerve ending in your body like a live wire, pulsing with your need for release. By now JJ is panting, thick cock straining against the material of his boxers.

"Doing so good for me baby, makin' me so proud."

His praise does nothing to extinguish the flames burning beneath your skin. You hear him move over to the nightstand, retrieving several items and sitting them down on the bed beside you.

Suddenly he's between your thighs, your legs over his shoulders. Each breath he breathes tickles your overstimulated pussy, teetering on the edge of your orgasm when he hasn't even touched you yet. His tongue dips into your slit, licking a slow path from your soaking entrance up over your clit. You attempt to grind against his face, desperate for more than he's currently giving you.

"J please, need to cum. I'll do anything."

"Shhh, relax baby. Be a good girl and I promise to let you cum this time."

His sinful tongue returns to pleasing you, soft kitten licks mixed with two of his thick fingers pumping slowly in and out of you. He knows exactly how to eat you, taking his time to stimulate every inch of sensitive flesh.

You had missed him applying the lube to the toy, taken totally by surprise when the small, tapered plug is pressed against your other hole. You suck in a sharp breath, willing your body to relax as he starts to slowly press it inside before withdrawing, pushing in a little further each time.

"That's it y/n, so fucking hot," he murmurs against your thigh, finally seating the plug all the way in your ass. He picks up the pace, fingers thrusting faster as he sucks your clit into his mouth. You can feel the band in your stomach tightening, each flick of his tongue bringing you closer.

"Fuck JJ, gonna cum. Don't stop."

He moans in response, wrapping his hands around your thighs to hold you open while he feasts on you like a starved man. Your orgasm hits you like a train, body convulsing as you let out a scream. He works you through it, softening the pressure of his tongue before stopping completely.

He crawls up your body, pressing a soft kiss to your lips before removing the makeshift blindfold.

"Hope you enjoyed yourself baby, cause I'm ready for round two."

He grinds his hips forward, his hard cock pressing perfectly against your entrance. He wastes no time, lining up and burying himself in one quick thrust. He takes a moment to calm himself, trying hard not to blow his load at how tight you feel with the plug still inside you.

Suddenly his dominant hand wraps around your throat, applying just enough pressure to make your eyes threaten to roll to the back of your head.

He sets a brutal pace, using the headboard for leverage as he slams in and out of you. You accept your fate, letting him use you to make himself feel good. Each thrust reaches deep inside you, hitting that special spot that has you moaning like a porn star.

"Come on y/n, give me one more. I know you can do it."

You have no choice to obey, the feeling of being so full pushing you closer and closer to the edge again. Just when you think he might cum he pulls out, flipping you over and pulling your hips up before plunging back inside.

This angle is impossibly deeper, his pelvis meeting the plug and only stimulating you further. His grunts and groans only increase your pleasure, your head spinning at just how good he's making you feel.

One sharp smack to your left cheek sets you off again, clamping around him tightly as your body shakes with your release. He cums with your name on his lips, painting your walls with his warm release.

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queenariesofnarnia · 3 months

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pretty noises pt 2

gif not mine!

wc: 722

warnings: a little smut with no plot, a little threesome, and its trash :)

crosshair x reader x tech

His hands gripping your thighs as your fingers tangled in his silver hair. The arch of your back pushed caused your swollen clit to rub against his sharp nose. A moan escaping your lips. For the moment the two of you were alone and he had you spread out on the couch the moment his brothers stepped out. Pulling back from your pussy for a moment to leave his marks across your thighs.

“You look pretty like this doll” he said before teasingly licking your folds. He knows you’re close but there was no way he was having you cum on anything but his dick. “Hold those legs open for me doll” you did as you were told of course. They called you their good girl for a reason. He lined himself up to your entrance,sliding into you slowly leaning down capturing your lips in a sweet kiss. He started off thrusting slowly, his hands exploring your body as you let out soft moans. The swoosh of the door went ignored by the two of you. That was until your favorite genius came in rambling about forgetting his data pad. He stopped at the sight of Crosshair buried in you as your head was thrown back moaning with each thrust he made.

“Am I interrupting?” he asks adjusting his goggles.

“You’re only interrupting if you aren’t recording and joining” Crosshair said looking at his brother before turning his attention back to you. It was your turn to look at Tech. You looked at him through your lashes and bottom lip between your teeth.

“Are you going to join us Tech?” your voice was airy and as sweet as the way you tasted to them.

“I told Hunter that I’d be right back…” he started.

“But I want your cock in my mouth Tech” you pout at him. Crosshair smirks knowing his brother probably won’t resist you. Especially if you beg, they love when they get you begging for them.

“Mesh’la as much as I would like to indulge you, Hunter needs me.” he explains before turning to walk out.

“Pretty please Tech” there it was, as soon as the sultry plea left your lips, all efforts in Tech departing was forgotten. “Please record me sucking your cock” along with a whine as Crosshair’s pace quickened. Tech undressed his lower half quickly making his way over to you.

You began slowly licking his length while keeping eye contact. Slowly taking him in your mouth and watching him come undone so quickly made you clench around Crosshair.

“Mesh’la” Tech’s voice had a warning undertone. “You said you wanted to suck my cock. Get to work or I’ll go back to my original task at hand”. He tried pulling out your mouth but you grabbed his hips pulling him back in your mouth. Moaning around his length, he let out a string of curses.

“Look at that doll. You made the genius forget his big words” Crosshair teases, his skilled fingers toying with your clit thrusting into you roughly. Tech began to thrust into your mouth keeping a hand on the back of your head. Your moans muffled around the base of his cock while Your legs were shaking around Crosshair’s waist. Tech gave you a cue that he needed his release and you did your best to nod before his seed was going down your throat. Once he made sure you swallowed it all he gave you a loving kiss before sitting next to you as Crosshair and yourself were reaching your own releases. Your moans getting louder the closer your high gets.

“Go ahead doll. You’ve been so good” his raspy voice in your ear sent you over the edge. Your moan loud enough that it was probably heard by someone passing by in the hall. Crosshair releasing in you a short moment after. Kissing you as he pulled out slowly, a soft whimper leaving your lips at the absence of him in you.

“Rest mesh’la. We look forward to hearing more of your pretty noises later” Tech said kissing your forehead. Crosshair went to get a rag to clean you up as you started to doze off. You almost missed the door swooshing open.

“I hope you saved some of her for us” You heard Wrecker laugh before you finally drifted off.

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si-wildchild-queen · 3 months

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Moon X Reader ~ A Mischievous Moon!.

You've been working mostly with Sun for a while, but you were suddenly put on the night shift one day.

Moon was....he was surprisingly quiet but would follow you around, giving you either absolutely no space whatsoever or he would hide in the shadows and scare you! Moon had a very mischievous nature apparently...And you had no idea how it got there unless it was where Sun was made to be opposite and all that alone time just made Moon...Moon....(Lol).

There you were, walking around the ball pit where you of course had thought that Moon was behind you but a sudden chill hit your back, looking back you groaned in annoyance and defeat, slightly yelling.

"Moon, not today please."

You shined the flashlight around the ball pit, and you could have sworn you saw a few balls scatter and bounce off of each other....slowly walking over...You crouched down swooshing the flashlight in every direction.

You smiled thinking that for once Moon had slipped up!

"Oh, Moon." You said in a sing-song tune.

Leaning closer into the ball pit, your eyes widened and you suddenly screamed, falling whole body first (lol) into the pit of balls.

You laid there for a moment, to purposely taunt Moon, surely if he thought that you were actually hurt he would care and stop right?.....

Right?.....

Nope!. You pushed your body up slightly, still lying in the pit, Moon was centimeters from your face, and his never-ending smile seemed to somehow look even bigger than it already did.

(He can't move his mouth in this one)

Moon chuckled, he placed an ice-cold metallic finger on your nose and booped it, running off to go hide again.

You sighed.

"Such a mischievous Moon...."

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lisbeth-kk · 5 months

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December moments

Today's used prompts: cold - cosy - fireplace - angel

What are the two residents in 221B Baker Street up to when there’s no case, John’s off work and it’s cold outside? I can promise they’re not freezing… Let’s have a peek, shall we? (Mature content)

December 6

John has brought his two afghans into the sitting room and arranged them in front of the fireplace, which is lit. The flames cast a golden glow over his hair. I long to run my fingers through it.

Later. Be patient.

John covers the blankets with sheets and places one duvet over his chair. I’m eagerly watching from the sofa, not allowed to interfere until he calls me over. I shiver with anticipation. It’s an exquisite kind of torture.

The cold I’ve felt all day has disappeared. I can feel my cheeks blush from the warmth of the fireplace, but also from arousal. When John is in this mood, I would be a fool not to expect his full attention. My erection aches and I have to adjust myself. I must have made some sound because John turns toward me and smirks.

“Soon, sweetheart,” he tells me, letting his gaze linger on my groin.

He teases me further by licking his lips. I can tell it’s deliberate. My hand squeezes the visible bulge and I sigh relieved, closing my eyes stroking myself.

John’s hand is gentle when he takes my hand away and brings it to his mouth to kiss it.

“Come on, love,” he says and pulls me up.

He’s so strong. Much stronger than people think.

When we reach the little nest he’s made for us, he slides my dressing gown off my shoulders. It makes a swooshing sound on its way to the floor. All my senses are sharpened when I’m waiting for John’s next move.

“You’re not cold?” he inquires although he knows I’m quite the opposite.

Instead of answering I make an impatient sound which makes him chuckle.

“I best get on with it then,” he determines.

The rest of my clothes are soon scattered all over the floor, and when I’m completely naked he lays me down on his soft creation of afghans, sheets, duvets and pillows. I make myself comfortable and stretch my body to get rid of some of the tension.

“Look at you,” John breathes reverently. “So beautiful.”

His praise makes me blush which I know pleases John thoroughly. He never mocks me like previous lovers have done in the past. Instead, he smiles that private smile he reserves only for me and tells me how much he loves me.

“Have I told you how much I love you today?” John murmurs and kneels beside me.

He strokes up my chest with his firm hands and I sigh contentedly. A curl has fallen onto my forehead and John catches it with two fingers, playing with it before he puts it back in place. I ache to kiss him and lift my head to reach his lips.

“Relax,” he whispers but meets my eager mouth with his own.

It’s bliss to be kissed by him like this. When we’ve got all the time in the world and his patience seems endless. The kiss is tender, slow and soft. Like a love poem. His tongue licks the contours of my upper lip before he sucks just so. I moan with pleasure and finally get my hands to work, stroking my fingers through his silvery-golden hair.

“I love your hands,” he says and smiles happily down at me.

The joy I feel in such moments overwhelms me and I pull him down to hide my crimson face in his neck. Those moments are also made easy to endure despite my self-consciousness. John’s mouth is aligned with my ear and the things he whispers then can actually make me come on the spot.

“My darling angel. I’m honoured that you allow me to see your vulnerability like this. You’re so precious to me. Gorgeous. Sexy. Unique. I love you so so much, Sherlock.”

“J…John…I…”

And John understands and wraps his fingers around my leaking penis and strokes me to oblivion.

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A Dangerous Game Ch 17

Emily Prentiss x reader warnings: language, alcohol, smoking, terrible coping skills, usual BAU case work, more hurt, you know the drill. I promise it's not too much more of this lololol.

It was late when you arrived in Seattle, late enough that the two of you headed straight to the hotel, you’d check in with the local pd in the morning. You were still in the car, Derek letting you drive since you knew your way around, when his phone buzzed, a text from Prentiss.

‘Keep an eye on her please.’

He had a feeling the message wasn’t about you breaking rules, you didn’t need a babysitter, he already knew that. The suspicion was confirmed when you opted to skip dinner, saying you weren’t hungry and disappearing on a run forty minutes longer than your normal routes took you.

If anyone had asked it was more about you wanting at least a little bit of privacy, some time alone considering you were sharing a room. When you got back to the room you took the longest shower you could without using all of the hot water and told Derek you were going down to the hotel bar for a drink. He showed up halfway through your second one, ordering one for himself and didn’t pry into what was going on at all. He managed to rouse you into a game of darts, lightly teasing until he succeeded in getting a tired and slightly annoyed smile out of you. It wasn’t long after that they were doing last call and the two of you were left going back to your room.

It was then that Derek watched you slowly shut down, the smile turned into a weary expression, you began returning his comments with grunts and shrugs rather than words, he could tell your head was somewhere else, trapped far away, your eyes empty aside from a distant sadness. It was only a moment later you were curling up on your side with your back to him so you could pretend to be sleeping and ignore any further conversation.

The next morning he caught you coming back to the room with a cigarette between your lips, a tray of coffee in your hand.

“Didn’t realize you smoked.” He greeted and you held back an eye roll, blowing out a stream of smoke.

“Would you let me have at least one coping mechanism? Figured bourbon with breakfast would be frowned upon and I’m already on thin ice.” You handed him the tray of coffee, swiping yours from it as you did so, “there’s a bagel there for you.”

“What about you?”

“Already ate.” You lied, stubbing the cigarette out before disappearing into the room to grab what you needed for work.

Checking in at the precinct was pretty basic, quick introductions before you were lead to the corner of the bull pen that had the case board set up. You were briefed by the lead detective on the case and left to go over all the information they had and make your own assumptions to begin building the profile. After your third trip to the breakroom Derek took over the coffee detail, swapping what was in your mug to decaf, hoping that would help a bit with the insomnia. A detective dropped off lunch for the two of you and Derek watched while you picked apart the sandwich, breaking off tiny pieces of bread to eat before rolling up the cheese slice, stuffing it in your mouth and shoving the container away from you. There was brief conversation between the two of you, but it was all related to the case as you tried to see what the locals were missing, starting to fill in the cracks. The lead came by as the afternoon was wearing on,

“The prosecutor on the case is downstairs, wants to have a word with you guys.”

“That’s fine.” You mumbled, barely looking up from the sheet you were reading.

“Kinda got a stick up her ass, I won’t lie, but she just wants to make sure it’s a tight case.”

“Thanks for the heads up.” Derek replied, shooting the guy a smile.

In the distance you heard the ding of the elevator and the swooshing of the door opening, followed by a voice and a laugh that made the hairs on the back of your neck stand up. Your head shot up in the direction it came from and your heart leapt into your throat, almost instantly you locked eyes with her and you wished you could just drop dead on the spot. Not only was Skylar back in Seattle, she was working the case.

“Oh you’ve got to be fucking kidding me.” You muttered and Derek glanced up, looking between the two of you as she approached.

“What?”

“Detective.” She greeted with a smirk, “so nice to see you.”

“It’s Agent.” Derek cut in before you even had the chance to open your mouth, his voice hardening when he addressed her. He wasn’t sure the facts, but he knew you were already going through enough, whatever this bitch was about to attempt, he wasn’t going to let fly.

“Oh right.” She laughed, turning back to your direction, “I keep forgetting you managed to claw your way into the FBI. And all the way into the BAU, nice job. Hope it lasts.”

“I thought you got disbarred.” This time your voice was loud enough to carry through the full bull pen, and for the briefest of seconds the entire room stilled. You thought you might have gotten the upper hand, embarrassment flashing over her face but she simply laughed.

“Just censured sweetie. Little suspension gave me some time to relax in Cabo.” She then turned back to Derek, sticking her hand out, “Skylar Carver.”

“SSA Derek Morgan.” He eyed her up and down cautiously while he shook her hand, not bothering to get up from the table.

“Pleasure. Now, I’m not here to helicopter parent or anything, just want to make sure all the t’s are crossed and I’s are dotted. Can’t have the FBI leaving any holes in my case.”

“We haven’t even left the precinct yet.” You pointed out, the annoyance evident in your voice, “it’s all paperwork from the squad that you’ve probably already read.”

“Doesn’t hurt to second check.” She shrugged, dropping her purse onto the table and pulling up a chair far too close to you for your comfort.

To anyone else in the room it would appear that she was indeed, going through the case, patching up any holes and talking theories with the two of you. That maybe she was a bit of a stickler for the rules to make sure things wouldn’t get thrown out before making it to a court room. But to a profiler, Derek could easily read between her words, the way she twisted things around to belittle you or your work nearly ever sentence. She wasn’t straight up insulting you; she was doing it in such a manipulative way that not everyone would even pick up on it.

This went on for two hours before her phone went off and she said she had to take the call, and would likely see the two of you in the morning before you headed out into the field. You let out a groan when she finally got on the elevator and Derek reached over, squeezing at your shoulder.

“I need some air before we get in the car.” You mumbled, shoving the files into your bag and scooping it up.

“Yeah.” He replied, watching you disappear down the back stairs. He knew air was code for a smoke and the ashamed look in your eyes that morning when he caught you with one made it more than clear you didn’t want to admit it to him, and didn’t want him hanging around while you did so. He’d head downstairs in five so you could drive back to the hotel together.

You took a heavy breath, wandering down the alley toward the parking lot, sucking on a cigarette while you did your best to calm yourself down. Each breath was supposed to be washing away the bullshit and stress of the day and it was at least somewhat working (probably with the help of the nicotine) until you reached the end of the alley and Skylar’s voice broke into your thoughts, surging rage through you.

“Oh chickadee, you’re not smoking again are you?”

“Please don’t call me that.” You huffed, pulling another drag from the smoke as you collapsed back to the wall behind you.

“Awe, come on. You and me, working on a case together, just like old times.” She reached out suddenly, straightening your collar, “you seem stressed, pent up. Are you seeing someone?”

“No. Not that it’s any of your business.”

“Good. Cause if you were they clearly aren’t good in bed, you need to unwind.” She practically smirked, “let me buy you a drink.”

“Absolutely not.”

“Dinner then?”

“How about you just leave me alone!” Your voice raised, “for once, in your goddamn life would you stay the fuck out of my business?! I’m here to do my job, that’s it.”

“Whoa.” Derek’s voice broke into your conversation, his hand on your shoulder, “baby girl, you okay?”

“Peachy.” You grumbled, glaring Skylar down as you shoved the keys into his hand, flicking away the cigarette, “you can drive.”

The ride back to the hotel wasn’t uncomfortable, Derek let you keep your silence as you stared out the window attempting to hold it all in. The moment he pulled the SUV into the parking spot you were halfway out of the car before he’d put it into park. Swinging the hotel room door open you immediately started to strip, changing into your workout clothes, not a care in the world that Derek was in the room with you. Grabbing a hair elastic you started to tug your hair into a ponytail,

“Who is she?” He asked softly.

“My ex-fiancée.” You admitted after a moment of contemplation.

“I take it she was just as manipulative and belittling while you were together as she was today?”

You paused for a moment, staring at him silently before muttering a dejected “yeah…” dropping down onto the bed to shove your runners on, swiftly tying them. Derek was trying to figure out what to say next when you suddenly took a shaky breath, your head dropping into your hands, “I’m gonna lose my job…”

“Hey, whoa…” he could hear the worry and despair seeping through your words, watching your shoulders shake as you did your best to hold back your cries. “You’re not gonna lose your job.”

“You sure about that?” You fired back, looking up to him, “Emily doesn’t want me around, why do you think we were shipped off here? This isn’t a BAU worthy case! And now I’ve got Skylar breathing down my fucking neck, reminding me how worthless I am, how I’m terrible at what I do? She’s poking holes in everything trying to make sure that she finds every single mistake and flaw I make. Probably so she can swoop in and play hero when I’m at my lowest like she always tries.” You scoffed, wiping at your eyes as you stood up, scooping your phone from the table, “if she keeps criticizing my work and it gets back to the BAU I won’t have a career to come back to. Doesn’t help that Prentiss hates me now. I mean, c’mon, I knew she was strict but seriously? Pushing the boundary like that wasn’t a big enough mistake to warrant this, now she won’t even give me the time of day. I’m one wrong move away from being booted from the team and she made that very fucking clear, she doesn’t trust me anymore.” Your phone began to buzz in your hand and upon glancing down at it you saw who was calling ‘Prentiss’ flashing across the screen. Letting out a yell of frustration you hurled the device into the wall, “I’m going for a run.”

Pushing past Morgan before he could try and stop you, you were gone from the hotel room without another word. He let out a heavy sigh, dropping down onto the bed behind him as he ran his hand over his face. He wasn’t upset or annoyed with you at all, rather with how you had been treated earlier that day, he started to wonder if there was a way to switch prosecutors running the case. He felt his phone buzzing in his pocket and he dug it out, answering the call.

“Yeah?”

“Hey, Wilson didn’t pick up, you guys good?” Emily’s voice rang through the device.

“Yeah.” He sighed, glancing towards your phone, screen smashed lying on the floor, “your timing could not have been worse.”

“What’s going on?” The worry echoed through her voice and he let out a heavy groan.

“Prentiss, she’s not okay.”

“Do I need to pull her out?”

“No!” He felt jolt shoot through him, “god no! That would just make the entire situation worse. She’s worried about losing her job, like really worried. Doesn’t help we somehow landed a case her ex is prosecuting.”

“What?! I thought she got disbarred?”

“Suspended.” He faltered, “how’d you know about that?”

“Girls night gossip.” She offered back with a shrug he couldn’t see.

“This bitch, I swear Emily, I would punch her if I could.”

“She being rude or over the top flirting?”

“Both.” He grumbled, standing from the bed to raid the mini bar, “Wilson went out for a smoke and by the time I got outside Skylar was trying to get her out on a date and that lead to a blowout.”

“I’m sorry, did you just say she was smoking?”

“Yeah. And it’s not the only bad habit she’s picked up. There’s something goin’ on that’s more than work, it doesn’t take a profiler to figure that out. She’s been exhausted recently, barely sleeping, over caffeinating, she’s not eating, pushing her workouts even harder, her dinner last night was six pints of beer. I picked up the tab just so I could see how much she’d been drinking, hell she was in tears when we got on the jet. But whatever it is she doesn’t want to talk about it, at least not to me.”

“Okay.” She sighed, “I’ll get Garcia to text her, maybe she can prompt it out of her with some cute puppy pictures or something. How’s the case?”

“Pretty simple honestly. If we didn’t have Carver breathing down our necks I’m sure we could’ve gotten into the field today. Seems like the locals almost had it, they just needed fresh eyes, don’t think it’s too complicated.”

“Alright. Keep me updated.”

“Course.”

“And Morgan?”

“Yeah?”

“Keep Skylar the fuck away from her. I don’t need someone like her poking and prodding when Wilson’s already down.”

“I’ll keep her distracted.”

“Thank you. G’night.”

“Bye.”

Emily let out a groan as she hung up the phone. Skylar was supposed to be in LA, that’s specifically why she’d chosen the Seattle case for you and the LA case for JJ and Spencer. So on top of sending you away from DC, she’d sent you straight into the arms of your ex, great. A surge of jealousy began to seep through her veins, praying that you weren’t about to fall for her tricks while you were working the case.

“Was that Morgan?” Garcia’s voice drifted through the office and Emily looked up to see her coming in the door, “how are they?”

“Not good.” She groaned, pinching at the bridge of her nose, “lawyer working the case is not only one of the overly involved nosy ones, but Wilson’s ex fiancée.”

“Oh ick.”

“Super toxic, manipulative ex that Wilson moved halfway across the country to get away from.”

“Oh… oh god.”

“Yup.” She let out a huff, relaxing back into her chair, it was already too late to still be at the office, this was just the cherry on top.

“Well…” Penelope moved up to her desk, “what about some likely good news?”

“You find something?”

“I checked the timeframe you gave me.” She placed her laptop down onto Emily’s desk, pulling up a couple of folders, clicking through photos, “caught Dewald leaving the cat. I then, used traffic cams to trace him through the city, almost lost him a couple of times but after going through footage from a couple of days, I found an apartment and a warehouse he appears to be staying at, alternating random number of nights in an attempt to not get caught.”

“You’re a superstar Garcia.”

“He… also sat outside your apartment for five hours last Friday night….”

“Yeah I’m guessing that’s not a new thing.”

Garcia hmph’d at that, deciding to not leave a comment questioning her boss and instead continued on with her spiel, “Will was going to take two teams to move in on both locations simultaneously in the morning, but wanted to wait for your go ahead, see if you wanted agents in the field with them.”

“Yeah, I do please.”

“I don’t mean to step on toes, but should you still be working this case?”

“He hasn’t made any notion I’m a target. I just killed his accomplice.”

“I know. I’ve seen the footage. You shot her, he screamed a whole lot of inappropriate words I’m not gonna repeat at you about getting revenge. Wilson was nowhere near the yard yet.”

“She was the original lead on the case, he almost got caught and lost his partner and two victims after they called her specifically into town.” She shrugged, “I’m not the one who had a dead cat left on my doorstep.”

“About that…” Penelope nearly smirked, “interesting that you were leaving her place at six forty five in the morning.”

“We had a girls night.” Emily laughed back, “is that a crime now?”

“Without me and Jayje? Absolutely.” The blonde smirked back, but Emily could read through her words, “but really? Before sunrise?”

“Morgan set her up on a shitty date, she wanted to vent. We ate ice cream, drank wine and watched shitty reality tv! I didn’t want to drive after drinking.”

“Mmhm. Sure…” Garcia scooped up her laptop, starting to leave the office with a mischievous grin on her cheeks.

“She has a guest room!” Emily called after her, only for a little giggle to escape the other woman’s lips.

“It’s almost midnight! Go home!”

It was nearly two hours later you got back to the hotel room, sweat glistening on your skin, incredibly out of breath. You dropped down onto your bed, resting your hands on your knees to catch your breath before sipping at a water bottle. Derek moved through the room, dropping a fixed phone on the bed beside you.

“Weak throw. You only smashed the screen protector.”

Your brow furrowed, glancing between the device and him before you picked it up, examining it, swiping it open to reveal that it was indeed still working.

“Thanks.” You mumbled, your cheeks heating over your behaviour earlier, even if it was in private.

“Now c’mon,” he nudged at your knee, “jump in the shower and we’re going down to the bar, you need dinner.”

“I’m not hungry.” You huffed out and Derek laughed.

“Really? Cause your stomach just did one hell of a Chewbacca impression.” He teased and you scowled up at him, cursing your stomach for outing you, “c’mon.” He smiled, “you eat a single order of mozza sticks and I’ll buy ya a whole jug of beer.”

“Really?” Your eyes narrowed at him and he shook his head as he chuckled.

“Yeah. If you keep smoking your lungs are gonna burn like hell when you try to keep up with me.”

“Fine.” You half scowled, standing from the bed to turn to the shower.

“Hey… one more thing.” You turned back to him just in time for him to gently grab your arm, pulling you back toward him and he wrapped you into a bear hug, tucking your head under his chin. He simply held you there for a minute, waiting until he could feel your body relaxing against his, the muscles getting less tense as your breathing evened out. “You’re exceptional at your job. I’m not gonna let this bitch make you think anything otherwise, okay? And the only way you’re leaving the team is if it’s your decision.” He pressed a kiss to the top of your head, smiling softly at the way you gently squeezed at his body, letting out a heavy breath after another minute before you finally pulled away, looking up at him with tears in your eyes, but a smile on your cheeks.

“Thank you…”

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