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Hail to the Chief

Lando Norris x First Daughter of the US!Reader

Summary: in which Lando doesn’t realize exactly who he took back to his hotel room after the Miami Grand Prix (and almost causes an international incident in the process)

You stir awake, blinking slowly while you take in the unfamiliar surroundings. The sheets rustle as you stretch, a pleased smile spreading across your face. Strong arms tighten around your waist, and you glance over your shoulder to see Lando gazing at you with warm eyes.

“Good morning, beautiful,” he murmurs, leaning in to kiss your bare shoulder.

You hum in contentment, snuggling back against his muscular chest. The sunlight streams in through the curtains, casting the hotel room in a cozy glow. Clothes are strewn across the floor, reminders of your passionate night together after meeting at the club.

Lando’s hand trails up your side, his touch leaving goosebumps in its wake. You shiver as his lips find the sensitive spot behind your ear, his breath hot.

“Ready for round two?” He whispers, his voice husky.

You twist in his arms to face him, locking your legs with his beneath the sheets. “I thought you’d never ask,” you purr, capturing his mouth in a deep kiss.

Just as things start heating up, loud banging erupts from the suite’s door. You break apart, startled. Lando frowns.

“Housekeeping?” You ask in confusion. More pounding follows, furious and insistent.

“I don’t think so,” Lando says warily.

Before either of you can react, the door crashes open, wood splintering. Men in dark suits pour into the suite, eyes hidden behind sunglasses. You yelp, grabbing the sheet to your chest. Lando scrambles upright, shock written across his handsome face.

“What the hell?” He exclaims.

The men converge on the bed in a swarm. Two sequester you, gently steering you away. The others tackle Lando, shoving him to the floor.

“Don’t fight it,” one orders as Lando struggles. He pins Lando’s arms behind his back.

“Get off me!” Lando shouts, face smushed into the carpet. “What is this?”

You know exactly what this is. Your security detail, come to collect you after last night’s escape. Panic rises in your throat.

“Please, don’t hurt him,” you beg the agents holding you.

Their grips remain firm but nonviolent. One talks rapidly into his earpiece, confirming the situation is handled. The apparent leader of the group stands over Lando, who glares up at him defiantly.

“Apologies for the intrusion,” the man states gruffly. “But you’re coming with us.”

Two agents haul Lando to his feet. He stands there in only his boxers, completely perplexed. You bite your lip, shot through with guilt. This is all because of you.

The agent in charge approaches you next, his gaze softening slightly. “Time to go home, ma’am. Your father is waiting.”

Lando’s head whips toward you so fast it must give him whiplash. “Ma’am? Your father?” His face goes ashen with dawning comprehension that there’s more to you than meets the eye. You wince, knowing there’s no way out of this now.

The agents begin herding you and Lando at a brisk pace through the ravaged hotel room door. Lando cranes his neck, trying to look at you.

“Y/N, what the hell is going on?” He hisses, stumbling along in the grip of two agents. “Who are you?”

You open your mouth, an apology on your lips. Before you can speak, the lead agent interjects sharply.

“She’s the First Daughter of the United States, son. And you’re in deep shit.”

Lando pales. “The President’s-”

“That’s right,” the man confirms. “And he’s mighty unhappy you took certain liberties with his little girl.”

Lando gulps audibly. Your heart twists with regret, seeing him so distraught. But the agents allow no further discussion, marching you both through the hotel’s back corridors. In minutes, you’re bundled into a black SUV with tinted windows. Tires screech as your motorcade peels away, sirens blaring.

You reach for Lando’s hand, relief flooding you when he doesn’t pull away. “I’m so sorry,” you whisper earnestly. “I didn’t mean for this to happen.”

He searches your face, brow furrowed. But his fingers tighten around yours. “It’s okay. Just tell me what’s going on. Please.”

You nod, knowing you owe him an explanation. But before you can speak, the SUV rolls to a stop on an empty airport tarmac. A sleek private plane awaits, engines rumbling. The agents hurry you both up the stairs into the lavish cabin.

Once settled inside, the lead agent fixes Lando with a solemn look. “We’re taking you straight to DC. The President wants to have a word with you both.”

Lando gulps again. You squeeze his hand, offering a reassuring smile.

“Don’t worry. My dad’s just a little … overprotective sometimes.”

You nestle close to Lando as the jet taxis down the runway, hoping to provide some comfort. But he sits rigidly, face pale.

“Hey,” you say softly, “It’s going to be okay.”

Lando turns to you with wide, frightened eyes. “Okay? Your dad is the President! And I … I ...” He gestures helplessly at you, at a loss for words.

“Deflowered his only daughter?” You supply with a teasing grin.

Lando gulps loudly. “Oh god. He’s going to kill me, isn’t he? I’m a dead man. They’ll waterboard me or worse.”

You have to laugh at his flustered expression. “Relax, it won’t be that bad.”

“Easy for you to say,” Lando grumbles. “You’re not the one who’s gonna get shipped off to some CIA black site never to be heard from again.”

“Oh come on, he won’t go that far.”

Lando turns to you with wide, frightened eyes. “Are you sure? I’ve heard stories about shady government stuff. Secret torture chambers under the White House. Experimental poisons. Attack eagles trained to go for the jugular.”

You stare at him blankly for a moment before stating in a deadpan voice, “The eagles prefer to go for the liver actually. More tender that way.”

Lando lets out a whimper, his face draining of color. “Oh god, you’re serious?” He squeaks. “I knew it, I’m never getting out of this alive!”

You can’t keep a straight face any longer and burst out laughing. “Lando, relax! I’m just messing with you. There are no attack eagles or secret torture chambers.”

You take his hand and kiss his cheek reassuringly. “It’s going to be fine, I promise. My dad will probably just want to have a talk with you. That’s all.”

Lando still looks uncertain, but manages a shaky nod. “If you say so. But I think I’ll say a prayer or two just in case. Please tell me your old man doesn’t have a shotgun.”

“No shotguns,” you confirm, patting Lando’s knee. “But the Secret Service on the other hand ...”

Lando’s eyes widen in renewed fear. He clasps his hands together dramatically and looks upward. “Dear spirit of Ayrton Senna, please protect me from the wrath of the President and his highly trained special agents. I know not what awaits me in Washington, but I beg you to guard me from grievous bodily harm ...”

***

The plane touches down at Andrews Air Force Base, and you and Lando are swiftly escorted from the plane into an armored SUV. Lando fidgets nervously in his seat during the short drive through the capital, hands clasped tightly in his lap.

“It’s going to be okay,” you murmur, giving his arm a reassuring squeeze. He attempts a weak smile in return.

All too soon, the SUV pulls up to the White House. You and Lando are ushered quickly inside by Secret Service agents, bypassing security checks. As you walk briskly through the historic halls, Lando gapes at the lavish architecture and priceless artwork adorning the walls.

“This is unreal,” he whispers. You give his hand an encouraging squeeze.

At last you arrive outside the Oval Office. The agents pause, stone-faced, before opening the tall wooden doors. Your stomach flip-flops with nerves as you enter behind them.

There, seated at the Resolute Desk, is your father — the President of the United States. He rises as you approach, his face impassive. You offer a timid smile.

“Hi, Daddy.”

Your father’s stern expression instantly melts. He circles the desk and pulls you into a warm embrace.

“There’s my little girl,” he murmurs, kissing the top of your head. “You had me so worried.”

Guilt gnaws at you. “I’m sorry, Daddy. I didn’t mean to scare you.”

He waves a hand dismissively. “Don’t you worry about that now. I’m just glad you’re safe.” He pauses, then adds, “Though if you really wanted an F1 driver, why couldn’t it have been that nice American boy Logan Sargeant? Now there’s an upstanding young patriot.”

Your father holds you by the shoulders, surveying you with concern. Seeing that you’re unharmed, his gaze shifts to Lando hovering awkwardly behind you. Your father’s eyes harden, his jaw setting. Lando audibly gulps.

Stepping between them, you take a deep breath. “Daddy, this is Lando. The man I was with last night.”

You lace your fingers through Lando’s in a show of solidarity. Your father’s piercing stare makes him fidget.

“Lando Norris,” your father states coldly. “Formula 1 driver. British national. Born and raised in Bristol, England. Competes for McLaren Racing. Net worth of $30 million USD. Had unauthorized relations with my daughter approximately ...” He glances at his watch, “ ... twelve hours ago.”

Lando pales under your father’s recitation of his biography and recent activities. You shoot your dad a pleading look.

“Go easy on him, okay?”

Your father’s face softens slightly at your words. He beckons for Lando to step forward.

“Son, you have exactly one minute to explain yourself before I set the full force of the United States government on you for defiling my princess. And believe me when I say there are dark places in this world where no one will ever find you again.”

Lando looks ready to pass out. He glances at you in panic, mouth opening and closing soundlessly. You give his hand an encouraging squeeze, signaling for him to speak.

“I-I’m so sorry, Mr. President,” Lando stammers. “Obviously I didn’t know who Y/N was when we met last night. But I care about her a lot, truly, and I would never intentionally do anything to hurt her. I have nothing but respect for her and for you, sir.”

He straightens his shoulders, gaining confidence. “I understand I made a mistake, and I take full responsibility. But I promise, my intentions are honorable. If you’ll permit it, I’d like to properly court Y/N with your blessing.”

Your father studies Lando for a long moment, face unreadable. The tension in the room is stifling. Finally, he cracks a wry smile.

“Very well. You’ve got spunk, kid, I’ll give you that. And clearly my daughter sees something in you worth all this trouble. But understand this—” Your father leans in, eyes flashing. “You’ve got one shot to prove yourself worthy of her. Mess it up, and you’ll be scrubbing toilets in Guantanamo Bay for the rest of your short, miserable life. Are we clear?”

Lando audibly gulps again. “C-crystal clear, sir.”

“Good.” Your father claps Lando on the shoulder firmly enough to make him wince. Then he turns to you, expression softening.

“I’m not happy you were out all night without security, young lady. You’ll be grounded for two weeks. No cell phone, no social media, and no racing events.” You open your mouth to protest, but your father silences you with a raised hand. “However, in light of the circumstances, we’ll reduce it to one week. Consider yourself lucky.”

You sigh but don’t argue. Your father pulls you in for one more hug. “I’m glad you’re alright, sweetpea. Now run along back to the residence while I have a few more words with your new suitor here.”

You give Lando an encouraging smile as you exit the Oval Office. The last thing you see before the door shuts is your father clapping a hand on Lando’s shoulder again, steering him toward the Roosevelt Desk. “Have a seat, son. We’ve got lots to discuss ...”

Lando perches anxiously on the edge of the chair across from your father at the Roosevelt Desk.

“First things first,” your dad begins. “I expect you to treat my daughter with the utmost respect. No staying out all night and no unsavory activities. You will be a gentleman at all times. Understood?”

“Yes sir,” Lando says quickly.

“Second, you are not to distract her from her studies. Y/N is on track to graduate top of her class at Georgetown and I won’t have anyone jeopardizing that.”

Lando nods. “Of course not, her education comes first.”

“Good,” your father says gruffly. “Third rule: you will check in with me weekly to provide updates on where you are taking her and what you are doing. And know that my security team will be monitoring your activities closely as well.”

Gulping, Lando agrees to the terms. Your father continues laying down the law for several more minutes, covering everything from curfews to social media posts to PDA.

“And if at any point I decide you are no longer an appropriate suitor for my daughter, you will end the relationship immediately and without argument. Is that clear?”

“Crystal clear, Mr. President,” Lando says quickly. “You have my word I intend to do right by Y/N.”

Your father studies him a moment longer before cracking a wry smile. “Well, you’ve got guts at least, son. Most boys your age would’ve wet themselves by now. I suppose I can give you a chance. But remember, one toe out of line and ...”

He makes a slicing motion across his throat. Lando audibly gulps.

“Yes sir! I understand completely.”

“Good man,” your father says, standing to clap Lando on the back. “Now let’s get you out of here before you really do pass out ...”

***

After the whirlwind events of the day, Lando is given a plush guest suite in the White House residence to spend the night. He collapses onto the king-sized four poster bed, emotionally exhausted.

Just this morning he woke up with the President’s daughter in his arms. Now he’s been threatened within an inch of his life by the leader of the free world. What a wild rollercoaster of a day.

A soft knock at the door makes Lando jump. Before he can respond, you slip inside, closing the door quietly behind you.

“Y/N!” Lando exclaims in a loud whisper. “What are you doing here?”

You smile mischievously, walking over to sit beside him on the bed. “What does it look like? I missed you.”

Lando’s eyes dart around the room, half expecting your father to burst out of the closet. “Are you crazy? If we get caught together your dad will annihilate me!”

You wave a hand dismissively. “Oh relax, no one patrols the residential wing’s hallways at night. We’re completely alone.” Leaning in, you brush your lips teasingly along his jaw. “Now where were we this morning before we were so rudely interrupted?”

Lando can’t restrain a small groan of desire, but retains the presence of mind to gently halt your roaming hands. “Y/N, we can’t. You heard your father’s rules.”

You make a face. “Come on, live a little! He won’t know as long as we’re discreet.”

Biting his lip, Lando wavers. Having you here, so warm and willing in his arms, is incredibly tempting. And technically the President had only forbidden unauthorized nighttime activities outside of the White House ...

Sensing his hesitation, you straddle his lap and cup his face in your hands. “I want this, Lando,” you murmur sincerely before kissing him deeply.

That does it. Lando kisses you back hungrily, pulling you flush against him. You let out a delighted hum, fingers spearing into his curls. Within moments you’re both stripped down to your underwear, hands greedily exploring.

But as things heat up, Lando abruptly breaks the kiss, eyes wide. “Did you hear that?” He whispers.

You still, listening closely. “Hear what?”

“I thought I heard something in the hall.”

You grin teasingly. “You’re being paranoid.” But you indulge him and climb off so he can check, wrapping yourself in a sheet.

Lando cracks the door open slowly, peering out. Seeing nothing, he lets out a breath and returns to the bed.

“Okay, false alarm. Now, where were-”

His words cut off with a yelp as you pounce, pinning him beneath you. Laughing, you silence any further protest with your lips. Soon Lando is kissing you fiercely once more, hands roaming your body.

Just as he’s unclasping your bra, Lando breaks the kiss again. “Wait, did you lock the door?”

You huff in feigned annoyance. “Of course I did!”

But Lando is already slithering out from under you to double check. You flop back against the pillows with a sigh.

“Lando, would you relax? No one is coming.” You give him your best pleading look. “Now come back to bed and finish what you started, handsome.”

That seems to do the trick. With one final glance at the locked door, Lando grins and rejoins you. His warm hands and mouth resume their sensual exploration.

You’re both completely lost in each other when suddenly the door handle rattles.

“Someone’s coming!” Lando whispers in alarm.

He hurriedly gathers up the sheets around you just as the door swings open to reveal a Secret Service agent.

“Oh, uh, hello?” Lando says, trying to sound casual despite being shirtless and flushed.

You hold perfectly still under the sheet, heart hammering.

The agent surveys the room suspiciously. “Thought I heard voices. Everything alright in here, Mr. Norris?”

“Yep, all good!” Lando says with forced cheer. “Just chatting on the phone. With my … mum. In England. Time zones, you know.”

The agent clearly doesn’t seem convinced, his gaze raking over the disheveled bed. But after a long pause he simply says “Very well. Have a good night, sir.”

Lando sighs in relief as the door shuts. After a moment, you peek your head out from under the sheet.

“That was close!”

Lando flops back onto the bed, laughing. “No kidding! I thought we were busted for sure.”

Tilting his chin up, you give Lando a slow, sensual kiss. “Now then, I believe you still have some unfinished business to attend to, Mr. Norris ...”

Lando searches your face then grins sheepishly, pulling you into his arms. “You’re absolutely incorrigible. Come here.”

***

For your first official date night, Lando takes you out for dinner in The Inn at Little Washington. You emerge from your room in a stunning silky dress, hair and makeup impeccable.

Lando’s eyes widen and he lets out an appreciative whistle. “Wow. You look incredible.”

He pulls you in for a quick kiss, careful not to smudge your lipstick. Just then, your Secret Service detail emerges, dressed in their standard crisp black suits and sunglasses.

The lead agent addresses Lando gruffly. “Alright, here’s the deal. We’ll be accompanying you tonight, but our goal is to stay invisible. Don’t acknowledge us, don’t make eye contact, just pretend we’re not there.”

Lando nods, looking uncertain. With their massive builds and conspicuous attire, ignoring the agents doesn’t seem likely. But he decides to just go with it.

At the restaurant, the hostess seats you and Lando at a cozy table for two. As promised, your detail blends into the background, taking up positions around the dining room. Lando tries his best not to glance nervously at the two imposing figures lurking near the entrance.

After you order, Lando reaches across the table to take your hand. “You really do look stunning tonight,” he says softly. “I’m the luckiest guy in the world.”

You blush prettily. “Smooth talker. You don’t look so bad yourself.”

Lando grins. Just then, the sommelier arrives to present the wine list. As he’s rattling off descriptions of merlots and cabernets, you notice Lando’s gaze drift over the sommelier’s shoulder to where two of your agents are posted nearby. You squeeze Lando’s hand to get his attention back.

“Uh, sorry, what was that last one?” Lando asks, snapping his focus back to the confused sommelier.

Once you’ve ordered wine and appetizers, the conversation flows smoothly. Lando has almost forgotten about your not-so-invisible security until the entrees arrive. The waiter sets down your plates with a flourish.

As he pivots to leave, he collides directly with the broad chest of one of your agents, nearly upending the tray of food.

“Oh! Pardon me, sir,” the waiter stammers. The agent, true to his training, ignores the flustered waiter and remains statue-still.

Lando has to fake a coughing fit to disguise his laugh. You cover your mouth delicately, eyes sparkling with amusement. So much for blending seamlessly into the environment.

As dinner progresses, Lando finds his gaze drawn again and again to your hulking shadows scattered around the restaurant. He watches one agent accidentally block a busboy trying to clear a nearby table. Another nearly takes out a hovering food runner as he shifts his weight from foot to foot. It’s like seeing massive, well-dressed bulls in a china shop.

When the check comes, Lando signs quickly then leans toward you conspiratorially. “Have I mentioned how incredibly normal this dinner has been? Just two totally regular people on a date without armed guards watching our every move.”

You have to smother your giggles behind your hand. “Oh yes, completely low-key. I forgot the agents were even here!”

As you exit the restaurant hand-in-hand, Lando murmurs under his breath, “Nothing to see here, just a guy and his girlfriend trailed by four gigantic men in black ...”

You dissolve into laughter, drawing confused looks from passersby. Lando grins and pulls you close. Invisible security or not, it was a perfect first official date. And as your convoy of not-so-covert agents escorts you safely home, he’s already planning many more to come.

***

A few months later, you join Lando at Circuit of the Americas in Austin for the United States Grand Prix. As you walk hand-in-hand through the paddock, Lando smiles and waves at the fans calling his name from behind the fences.

Up ahead, a large group of people round the corner. Their eyes light up when they see you both.

“Here we go,” Lando murmurs, dropping your hand to sign autographs and pose for selfies.

But as the group draws near, you realize they aren’t fans — it’s the Governor of Texas and his entourage.

“Y/N!” the Governor booms jovially, arms open wide. Behind him are several legislators, donors, and a gaggle of reporters. “What a wonderful surprise!”

He engulfs you in a bear hug before holding you at arm’s length. “Don’t you look lovely! How’s your father doing? I just spoke to him last week about the education bill.”

Lando stands by awkwardly as you’re enveloped into the group. You glance at him apologetically while greeting each person.

“Daddy’s doing well, thanks for asking! Keeping busy as always.”

“I’ll bet!” the Governor chuckles. He turns to holler at one of his aides. “Hey Jim, tell the White House we said hello to his beautiful daughter, would ya?”

The reporters surge forward eagerly, microphones extended. “Y/N, what brings you to Austin this weekend?”

You gesture to Lando. “I’m here supporting my boyfriend, Lando. He’s racing for McLaren.”

All eyes turn to Lando curiously. Flashing cameras make him squint. The Governor grabs his hand in an enthusiastic shake.

“Lando, eh? Good to meet you!” Without waiting for a response, he turns back to you. “Y/N, your father briefed me on the proposals to increase Pell Grant funding. Seems like an excellent plan ...”

As the Governor launches into policy discussion, Lando shifts awkwardly on his feet. You keep one eye on him while politely engaging with each person. More politicians approach to lobby you about your dad’s agenda.

“Your father’s infrastructure bill was brilliant!” One praises. “Make sure to tell him he’s got my full support.”

You smile. “I’ll let him know. I know he appreciates your vote.”

One donor pipes up excitedly. “I’ll be holding a high-dollar fundraiser next month in Dallas. Your attendance would mean so much ...”

You tactfully deflect, making no commitments. The reporters pepper you with questions about your studies at Georgetown and future political aspirations. You give diplomatic answers about focusing on the present while the Governor boasts of your potential.

“Y/N here is gonna be President herself one day!” He winks conspiratorially. “I’m calling it now, folks.”

Mercifully, an aide reminds the Governor he’s late for a meeting. As the group prepares to move on, he pumps your hand enthusiastically.

“It was fantastic to see you, Y/N. Tell your old man I said hello! Keep up the good work in school.” He spares a departing nod at Lando. “Nice meeting you, son.”

And with that, the entourage sweeps away. You let out a breath, turning to Lando. “I’m so sorry about that. I didn’t expect the Governor to be here.”

But Lando just stares after the departing politicians, looking slightly stunned. “I mean … I knew your dad was the President. But I guess it didn’t totally sink in until just now ...”

He runs a hand through his curls. “It’s like you’re royalty or something. Paparazzi, donors, governors … you’re a big deal, Y/N.”

You bite your lip. “Not by choice. I know the attention is weird, but I promise I’m still just me.” You take his hand, gazing at him earnestly. “None of those people determine our relationship. Only we do.”

Lando searches your face, then smiles. “You’re right. It’s just … surreal sometimes. But it doesn’t change how I feel or that I want to make this work.”

He squeezes your hand. You grin, feeling a rush of affection. Standing on tiptoe, you give him a lingering kiss. Around you, cameras flash as photographers snap the moment.

Lando chuckles as you break apart. “I’d better get used to that too, huh?”

“Comes with the territory,” you laugh. Taking his arm, you continue through the paddock. “Now come on. Let’s go watch qualifying before more politicians ambush us!”

***

The cheers of the crowd are deafening as Lando crosses the finish line in first place, finally claiming his first ever Formula 1 victory. You’re jumping up and down in the McLaren garage, absolutely elated for your boyfriend.

In the frenzy of celebrations after the race, you and Lando manage to slip away from the crowds and teams back to his hotel suite to continue the festivities in private. As soon as the door shuts behind you, Lando whoops and sweeps you up in his arms, spinning you around.

“I did it, baby! I finally did it!”

You grin, happiness bubbling up inside you. “I’m so proud of you! I knew this day would come.”

Setting you down, Lando crashes his lips to yours in a fierce, passionate kiss. You wrap your arms around his neck, feeling like you might burst from joy.

Eventually you break apart, both flushed and beaming. Lando brushes his thumb over your cheek tenderly.

“I couldn’t have done this without your support, Y/N. You being here to share this means everything to me.”

You place your hand over his heart. “Wild horses couldn’t have kept me away. I’ll always be your biggest fan.”

Lando’s eyes darken and he pulls you in for another searing kiss. Your heartbeat quickens as his hands trail down your back, fumbling for the zipper on your dress. Blindly you shuffle toward the bed, leaving a trail of clothes behind you.

Things are just starting to really heat up when suddenly the hotel room door bursts open. Your Secret Service detail comes pouring in, guns drawn.

“HANDS IN THE AIR!” An agent bellows. “Ma’am, are you alright?”

“Whoa whoa whoa!” Lando yelps, grabbing frantically for a sheet to cover you both. “She’s fine! We’re just … celebrating!”

The agents quickly assess the situation. Their leader clears his throat, lowering his weapon.

“Apologies for the intrusion. Your smart watch alerted us to an elevated heart rate indicating potential distress. We believed you were in danger.”

You close your eyes, mortified heat flooding your cheeks. “Oh my god. It’s fine, everything’s fine! You all can go now.”

The agents shuffle out, mumbling apologies. Lando collapses back on the bed, absolutely hysterical with laughter. You smack his shoulder, which only makes him laugh harder.

“It’s not funny!” You exclaim, covering your flaming face.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” Lando gasps through his giggles. “It’s just — their faces! And then when they saw us ...” He dissolves into another fit.

Despite your embarrassment, his laughter proves contagious. Soon you’re both wiping away tears, sides aching.

Finally calming down, Lando strokes your hair back from your face affectionately. “Well, that’s one way to kill the mood.”

You groan, rolling your eyes. “No kidding. We desperately need to tweak the sensitivity on this watch.”

“Maybe we could take it off temporarily?” Lando suggests with a playful waggle of his eyebrows.

You shake your head. “I wish, but this watch has saved my life before. I can’t take it off.”

Lando’s eyebrows raise in surprise. “Really? What happened?”

You absently toy with the watch on your wrist. “About two years ago I was out shopping and some guys tried to grab me. If I hadn’t been wearing this watch with its location tracker, my detail might not have found me in time.”

You shudder at the memory. Lando takes your hand, face filled with concern.

“That’s awful, I’m so sorry. I had no idea.”

You offer a reassuring smile. “It worked out okay. So as annoying as it can be, it’s staying on 24/7 for my safety.”

Lando nods seriously. “Of course. I would never want to jeopardize your security just for some fun.” He kisses your temple. “I guess we’ll just have to get creative when it comes to celebrating in private from now on.”

You grin mischievously. “Oh, I’m sure we’ll figure something out.”

***

“So Lando, I gotta ask — how are things going with Y/N?” Max Fewtrell asks with a smirk through the webcam.

You feel your cheeks flush from where you’re sitting on the couch off-camera as Lando grins sheepishly. “Things are going great, thanks for asking.”

The chat explodes with messages.

Is she there?

We want to meet her!

Max chuckles at the chat’s reaction. “Sounds like the fans want you to bring Y/N on stream, what do you think?”

Lando looks over at you. “I mean, if you’re up for it they’d love to meet you.”

You hesitate, suddenly feeling shy at the thought of going on Lando’s stream. But the encouraging look on his face gives you courage. “I guess I can say a quick hello,” you say, walking over.

As you enter the frame, Max suddenly starts blasting “Hail to the Chief,” causing you to jump.

“Oh my god Max, really?” You groan, though you can’t help but laugh.

“I had to!” Max cackles. “The First Daughter deserves a proper entrance.”

Lando playfully rolls his eyes and pulls you into his lap. “Don’t worry, I��ll protect you from the memes.”

You smile, leaning into Lando as you glance at the rapidly moving chat. Most of the messages are incredibly positive — welcoming you and talking about what a cute couple you and Lando are.

“Hi everyone!” You say with a small wave. “I’m Y/N, nice to meet you all.”

“She’s just a normal girl who happens to have the most powerful man in the world wrapped around her finger,” Lando jokes, kissing your temple.

You grin up at him then turn back to the webcam. “I guess our relationship can look pretty weird from the outside. But Lando makes me really happy, and I hope we have your support.”

The chat floods with heart emotes and messages gushing about young love.

Max smiles. “You two are adorable. But inquiring minds want to know — how did you meet?”

You and Lando share a knowing look. “Well...” he draws out. “We actually met in Miami during the Grand Prix last year.”

“Oooh an international romance!” Max teases.

You poke Lando playfully in the side. “What he’s leaving out is that we met at a club. I was there on a rare night out and he came over to ask me to dance.”

“Is that so?” Max grins.

“Hey now, no need for the details,” Lando says, tickling your sides as you squirm and laugh.

The chat is begging for the full story, so you decide to give it to them. “Okay, okay! So we danced all night and really hit it off. Then the next morning ...”

You trail off, trying not to giggle as Lando shakes his head. “Do we really need to tell them about the next morning?”

Yes! The chat unanimously agrees.

You pat Lando’s cheek. “It’s okay honey, I’ll protect you from the memes this time.”

Clearing your throat, you continue. “So the next morning, after a night of … fun, my secret service detail may have burst into Lando’s hotel room to bring me back home.”

Max bursts out laughing. “No way! Lando, you absolute madman.”

“It wasn’t my fault!” Lando exclaims, though he’s laughing too. “How was I supposed to know who she was?”

Max snorts. “I mean, who doesn’t recognize America’s Sweetheart?”

Lando smirks. “I’m British! And I was a bit distracted by her other, uh, assets.”

“Lando!” You swat his chest playfully as he cracks up, the chat going crazy over his flirtatious teasing.

“Anyway,” you go on. “I had to explain to my security team that I was fine and we were just hanging out. But of course they still dragged both of us back to the White House so Lando could meet my father.”

Max is wheezing. “No way, they took you to meet the President after an one night stand?”

Lando covers his reddening face. “It was mortifying. I was stumbling around half asleep still in last night’s clothes, reeking of vodka and bad decisions.”

You kiss his cheek, patting his leg consolingly. “Aww babe, you did great. My dad said he admired your composure given the circumstances.”

Lando peeks out from behind his hands. “Really?”

“Really,” you confirm. “He could tell how much you cared about me and that you weren’t just fooling around. And obviously he was right, since here we are a year later and happier than ever.”

Lando smiles softly, pulling you in for a sweet kiss. “Yeah, here we are.”

The chat has switched to mostly heart eye and aww emojis, gushing about you two being relationship goals.

You turn back to the camera a bit bashfully. “So yeah, that’s the story of how we met. Not exactly a fairytale beginning but ...”

You trail off as Lando reaches out to tilt your chin towards him, looking into your eyes earnestly. “It was the start of my fairytale,” he says softly.

Your heart flutters at his words. You lean in and kiss him tenderly. For a moment, it feels like you and Lando are the only two people in the world.

When you finally break apart, you rest your forehead against his. “You’re my fairytale too,” you whisper.

Lando’s eyes are full of love and wonder, as if he can’t believe how lucky he is to have found you.

“Awww!” Max interrupts your intimate moment. “You two are just too cute. The chat is loving this!”

You glance over to see the chat flooded with positive messages about your relationship. Smiling shyly, you take Lando’s hand and lace your fingers together.

“I’d say this turned out to be a pretty good stream, wouldn’t you?” Lando asks, grinning.

You laugh, giving his hand a squeeze. “Definitely one of your best.”

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starshideurfics · 12 days

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Can’t go home alone

steddie, aob, hurt/comfort, established secret relationship

I just can’t leave this concept alone 🥰

Pain pulses over and behind and around Steve’s eye along with the beat of his heart. It isn’t as bad as it was even an hour ago, and definitely not as bad as when he and Robin puked their guts out in the movie theater restroom.

But his head hurts. His chest hurts. And he just wants to curl up in his nest and hope his parents don’t come home in time to see him like this.

But the paramedic checking him says he’s definitely got a concussion. “Have you got someone who can keep an eye on you for the next 48 hours?”

“I… Yeah, I do.” Steve leans his head on Robin’s shoulder, needing the support as he’s hit with a sudden dizzy spell. He really doesn’t want to hurl again.

“Steve,” Robin whispers, “There’s no way my mom is letting me stay at your house for two days. Or letting you stay at mine. She would freak if I had an omega in my room.”

“I know,” Steve mumbles back. “‘Preciate the offer, Robbie, but I’ve got someone.”

“Steve. You can’t just shrug this off!”

“I’m not! I do have someone.” He pouts, breathes deep, her scent sour still from the truth serum leaving her system. His face is hidden in her short hair as he mumbles, “I’ll stay with Eddie.” Steve’s so tired.

He just wants to rest his eyes a minute, but Robin shakes his shoulder.

“Eddie? Steve what are you talking about?”

“I’ll stay at Eddie’s. He’ll take care of me.”

Robin is struggling to focus, her brain not as scrambled as Steve’s, but after a day and a half without enough to eat or drink coupled with everything else, she’s just as tired and confused. “Eddie who?”

Tires screech to a stop at the edge of the Starcourt parking lot, the closest cars can come now with the barriers up. Steve whips his head around to look towards the noise and his head spins. But then he sees a familiar, shitty van, the driver’s door opening and closing loud enough for Steve to hear the slam over the surrounding hubbub.

Pushing himself to his feet, Steve starts walking towards the streak of denim and dark curls racing towards him. He’s grinning like an idiot as Eddie stops just short of barreling into him, the rangy alpha delicately cupping his face. “Steve, baby, what the hell happened?” His fingers brush gently along Steve’s brow, over the cut on his lower lip. “I saw on the news—about the fire—called your place a dozen times and no one picked up. Been half-crazy worrin’ over you, and it looks like I was right to.”

“M’sorry,” Steve mumbles, pressing his cheek into Eddie’s touch.

“No, baby, not your fault. I’m just glad it isn’t worse.” He pulls Steve close, guides his face to the scent gland at his neck, and kisses his hair. “I’ve got you.”

Steve begins to purr, feeling safe for the first time in two days. “Can we go home?”

“Yeah, let’s get the hell out of here.”

“Wait! I gotta tell Robin!”

“What? Is Buckley here, too?”

Steve doesn’t answer, just pulls out of Eddie’s grip and stumbles back to the ambulance where Robin is still waiting, wrapped in an emergency blanket, her blue eyes glued to him as he approaches. “You’re dating Eddie Munson?” The, ‘and you didn’t say anything about that when we were spilling our guts literally and metaphorically on the bathroom floor’ is implied.

“Yeah. Eddie’s the best. He’s really sweet and he’s got a big—”

“Please don’t make me barf on you by finishing that sentence. I do not need to know what you and your alpha get up to behind closed doors.” Robin reaches for his hand. “Just… Call me in the morning, okay?”

“Okay.” Steve squeezes her fingers before loping back to Eddie and snuggling into his boyfriend’s chest.

Eddie rubs at Steve’s back. “Ready to go?”

“Yeah. I’m hungry.”

“Want me to make you a grilled cheese when we get back to my place?”

“Uh-huh.” Steve nods enthusiastically, only to bring on a wave of nausea, forcing him to shut his eyes and put all his weight on Eddie.

“Maybe I should just get you into bed.”

Steve moans wordlessly, lets himself be manhandled into the van, barely noticing anything beyond the bumps in the road that make his head ache more.

Once they reach Forest Hills, Eddie plops Steve on the couch, brings him water and a bag of frozen peas for his eye, and turns his attention to frying two sandwiches.

After Steve is fed, Eddie helps him into the shower, washing his hair in the tiny bathroom, and getting rid of the dried blood and days’ worth of sweat.

They dry off together, and Eddie bundles Steve into his bed, their naked bodies pressed close beneath the covers. “I’ve got you, baby,” Eddie whispers, dropping a kiss to Steve’s unbruised temple. “You rest. And if you need anything, let me know, I’ll get it for you.”

“I know,” Steve hums, snuggling impossibly closer. “Love you.”

“Love you too, baby. Now sleep.”

#steddie #omegaverse #fanfiction #alpha eddie munson #omega steve harrington #ficlet #stranger things fic

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holylulusworld · 5 months

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Indecent Proposal (5)

Summary: Your boyfriend wants to be part of their empire. You are the pawn he’s willing to sacrifice.

Pairing: Mobster!Stucky x fem!Reader

Warnings: angst, language, mentions of former shitty boyfriends, the reader doesn’t take shit from anyone, sexy mobsters, slow burn (kinda), fluff, first date, a hint of making out, please don’t put your cat into a tux 😉

Indecent Proposal (4)

Indecent Proposal masterlist

“8 pm, wear whatever you want,” you read the message coming along with the huge bouquet of roses out loud. “If you want to, you can wear the gift.”

You dip your head to glance at the box containing the most beautiful, and probably most expensive dress you ever saw. Sexy but classy, your mother would say.

They gifted you a rose solid one-shoulder cape bodycon dress. “It’s nice but…” You lick your lips.

Scott never put much effort into your dates. The only thing he ever bought for you was some ice cream. In the end, he ate it and you had to buy a new one.

“It’s really nice,” you dip your head to look at your cat. “What do you think, Alpine? Do you want mommy to wear the dress and get banged like never before or do we want to spend the night cuddling on the sofa?”

Alpine lifts his head, meows, and ignores you once again. He’s a lazy fluffy beast when you are alone. Your cat only ever got aggressive and loud when Scott was around.

“So…you want me to go and have some fun?” You question. “Come on, Alpine. I need your help to decide if it’s better to pack my shit and run or get whatever I desire from those sexy bastards.”

Alpine slowly gets up from the bed to walk toward the box with the dress. He steps inside with two paws, sniffing at the dress. “What?”

He meows loudly and jumps into the box to snuggle into the dress.

“Now that’s not nice of you! Alpine, you’ll ruin the dress. There will be hairs all over the dress, you sneaky bastard!”

You sigh and grab your phone. If you want to go out, you gotta tell them you cannot wear the dress.

“Hello doll,” Bucky immediately picks up the phone, taking you by surprise. You almost dropped the phone. “What can I do for you, pretty girl?”

“I-I can’t wear the dress, Mr. Barnes.”

“Why? Do you not like it? It’s the color, right?” Steve must’ve snatched the phone out of his husband’s hands. “I told Bucky so.”

“No…it’s nice…very nice….but Alpine just snuggled into the box and won’t let me grab the dress. He’s a bastard!”

“Let me handle this!” You hear a commotion, and then someone knocks at your door. “Doll! Y/N! It’s me Bucky. Lemme inside. I’ll take the bastard down.”

“What?” You walk a little faster when you hear his voice grow louder. “Mr. Barnes. What are you doing?” You scream as the door bursts open.

“Where is the bastard?” He rushes inside your apartment, gun aimed as you stumble back. “Where is he? Did he hurt you? Are you hurt?” Bucky looks you up and down while Steve follows him inside your apartment.

“No-no—” you stammer and point at your bedroom. “Please don’t shoot him. He’s an asshole but I like him.”

“I got it covered!” Bucky disappears inside your bedroom, and you worry he’ll shoot your cat. A heartbeat passes, and another until you hear him chuckle inside your bedroom.

“Please don’t shoot him!”

“Stevie, look at that little bastard!” Bucky walks out of the room, holding your cat in his arms. “The little furball snuggled into the dress I got for Y/N. I bet he smelled me on it. Look.”

You gasp as your cat rubs his head against Bucky’s chest. He purrs and allows Bucky to pat his head. “But…but he hates men.”

“Nah, he loves me,” Bucky ruffles Alpine’s fur. “Right buddy? You like your new daddy.”

“Buck, no!” Steve shakes his head. He already knows what his husband is about to say.

“Can we keep him? Let’s bring Y/N and the cat home,” Bucky hums as your cat jumps onto his shoulder. Alpine taps Bucky’s shoulder with his paws before getting comfortable. “Aw, look at the pretty boy.”

“You must excuse my husband,” Steve sighs again. “He just loves getting all the attention from pretty girls and boys.”

“As if you never tried to get some pretty guy’s attention,” Bucky grunts.

“Well, I got yours, didn’t I,” the blonde says. “I don’t have time for other boys. You give me a run for my money already.”

“Can we keep him?” Bucky pouts and points at your cat on his shoulder. “Doll, you wanna go home with us and take Alpine with you, right?”

“We were talking about a date,” you point out. They don’t need to know you imagined how it would be to live with them. “I can’t just move in with you. I got a job, and my cat…and all my stuff.”

Steve looks around your living room. “We can bring all your belongings to our home within three hours. No problem.”

You gape at them. “What? When I tried to get a mover, they told me I’d get an appointment in four months!”

“Oh, baby doll,” Steve cups your face with both hands (much to his husband’s chagrin) and presses a soft kiss on your lips. “Your wish is our command. Name it and it will happen.”

“I-“ You're overwhelmed once again. No one ever put so much effort into winning you over. Scott simply invited you for dinner (which you had to pay for in the end). “I wanted to have dinner first and wear the dress.”

“Hmmm…” Bucky nods thoughtfully. “How about we order the food you love from any restaurant in town? We can eat within an hour.”

“Let me guess,” you roll your eyes at Steve, “you want me to have dinner with you at your home.”

“Bucky is not wrong,” Steve gets cocky and steals another kiss, eagerly suckling at your tongue. “We would have you all to ourselves and you’d have our full attention. We promised to behave too.”

“I don’t believe you,” you cup the back of Steve’s back and dominate the next kiss, “but you broke my door. I’ll have dinner with you at your home and spend the night at your home with Alpine until you repair my door.”

“Woohoo!” Bucky whistles. “We will get lucky soon, Steve.”

“No sex!” You tut. “I want more than one date. If you want to have children with me, I’m going to be a mom, and you are going to be fathers. We should know more about each other than the size of your dicks and how my pussy tastes.”

“Oh, fuck me, Stevie! She’s going to be the death of us…”

“How did you do this?” You step inside the dining room, gasping loudly as there are roses on the table, and candles lit. You can smell the food you ordered and the two of them wait for you, wearing tuxedos.

“Magic,” Bucky smirks as you glance at Alpine sitting on one of the chairs. “See, Alpine is wearing a tux too.”

“How’d you get the beast inside the tux?”

“I made a few calls while Bucky dressed the cat,” Steve walks toward you to pull the chair for you. “He’s a little giddy tonight. Bucky is pumped up from the incident earlier. He didn’t listen to your words and believed you were in danger.”

“How’d you come to my place so fast?” You sit down and watch the men take a seat next to you. Steve to your right, and Bucky to your left. “Wouldn’t it be better if we can look each other in the eyes while having dinner?”

“We were watching your apartment to make sure you’re safe and sound,” Bucky blurs out before Steve can come up with a lie. “We care for you, baby doll.”

“Did you stalk me?” You cock a brow. “Bucky?”

He’s busy playing with your cat and doesn't answer.

“We call it keeping you safe, Y/N,” Steve answers before his husband can mess the night up even more. “Our kind of business is dangerous. We fear that people already know that you are our girl. Scott couldn’t keep you safe, but we can.”

“I don’t know if you want to scare me,” you lean closer to Steve to look him deep in the eyes, “or make me wet before I have had dinner…”

Part 6

Tags in reblog.

#Indecent Proposal (5)#steve rogers #bucky barnes #mobster!steve rogers #mobster!bucky barnes #mafia au #stucky x reader #stucky x female reader #female reader

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atimeofyourlife · 5 months

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Cats know best

written for @steddieholidaydrabbles prompt: meet cute at work | rated: g | wc: 930 | cw: mention of animal injury and amputation | tags: pre steddie Steve is a vet tech, Eddie brings in his injured cat, who instantly falls in love with Steve.

Steve had always loved his job as a vet tech. Sure, there were the hard times when there was nothing else to be done to help an animal. But it always felt so rewarding when he knew he had made a difference in an animals life, and in the families lives. And everyday was so different, it always kept him on his toes.

He could hear the cat yowling long before he'd even walked into the room. He'd been asked to take this cat, Sabbath, for x-rays on a suspected broken leg, and the vet had warned him that the cat had hissed and swiped at her repeatedly during her examination. He entered the examination room, and on the table was a tiny, but incredibly fluffy black cat.

"This is Steve, one of our vet techs, he's just going to take Sabbath along to get those x-rays done." The vet said to Sabbath's owner.

"Hi," Steve nodded to the man, before slowly approaching the cat, with his hand outstretched for her to sniff and get used to him before he took her away. "Hi, Sabbath. Are you going to let me take you for the x-rays?"

Sabbath sniffed Steve's fingers, then, surprising everyone, rubbed against them, a loud purr filling the room. Steve scratched her ears a little. "Aren't you just the sweetest thing?"

"She never lets most people touch her. She just screams and hisses at them. And I think she's only purred for me once." Her owner, a man with long dark hair, said, sounding surprised.

"Some cats are like that. They only like very few people." The vet replied as Steve loaded Sabbath into a carrier and left the room.

Taking the x-rays was much easier than with most cats. Sabbath didn't wriggle or squirm on the table, staying exactly in the position Steve put her in, and purring every time Steve moved her. While he worked, he thought about what the owner had said. If she was really that bad with most people, he knew he would end up doing a lot of her care, but he didn't mind because she was so cute. After he was done, he popped her back in the carrier, and headed back to the room so the vet could decide the right treatment.

Sabbath's leg was broken, and pretty badly at that. So, it was agreed that amputation was the best route to take, and would be performed first thing the following morning. And, it didn't take long for her to prove that her owner's words were true. In just a few minutes, Steve saw her hiss and swipe at five other members of staff, managing to scratch one. He tried to stay close, so he could comfort or distract her as others continued to work.

"I think she needs a note on her kennel to leave all her care for you." Another tech said as Steve moved Sabbath into a kennel after administering the prescribed pain meds.

"I guess she's chosen me." Steve replied as he placed her in the bed and rubbed her ears, getting a soft purr in return.

Over the several days Sabbath had to stay in for observations, Steve ended up being pretty much her sole carer, as she would hiss at anyone else that got near her kennel. At day two after her amputation, she was making little hops so she could rub her head against Steve's face any time he opened the door. At day four, she was trying to climb onto his shoulder. Purring and chirping at him the entire time while he was trying to feed her, or clean the litter box, or administer the next dose of medication.

"I'm gonna miss you when you're gone." He said as he lifted her out of the kennel, her snuggling into his arms instantly. He was at the end of his shift, and she was scheduled to go home the next afternoon. He never normally got so attached to patients, but he had absolutely fallen in love with Sabbath. If she didn't have an owner, he would have looked into adopting her. He stroked her back and kissed her head before putting her back in her bed.

The day had come for Sabbath to go home. The vet had already gone into the consultation room, giving the owner the instructions for the care. Steve had the task of taking her through. He tried to put her in a carrier, but she struggled to stay in his arms, so he gave up and held her close, carrying the carrier with his free hand. He went to place her on the table, but she dragged herself up to his shoulder and purred in his ear.

"Uh, as you can see, she has really taken to Steve." The vet said.

"She's got good taste." The owner replied. "I- uh."

"I. It's fine." Steve said, moving closer to him, crouching down to try and get the cat off his shoulder. "Come on, don't you want to see your dad?"

Sabbath finally hopped down into her owners lap, but when Steve tried to move away, she stuck her claws into his scrub pants, holding on so he couldn't move.

"I think she's trying to tell us something. I'm Eddie." The owner- Eddie- said, trying to unhook Sabbath's paw.

"Steve. And I would definitely agree with that."

By the time Sabbath had to come back in for a check up and to have her stitches removed, Steve had become much more acquainted with her. And with her handsome owner.

#steve harrington #eddie munson #steddie #steve harrington x eddie munson #steve x eddie #pre steddie #steddieholidaydrabbles #stranger things #atimeofyourwrites

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wilbursprincess · 2 months

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Sooooo what about Simpbur who wants to repay his lover for always making him feel so good and decides to be the dominant for the first time ever?

“What If You Let Me Make You Feel Good?”

Simpbur x Female Reader

Warnings: Oral sex (F receiving), biting, hickeys, praising, Simpbur being a nervous wreck <3

Oh, sweet anon, helping me with my Simpbur brainrot :) While writing this, I drank an entire mug of lentil vegetable soup that was good, but they CHANGED THE RECIPE and now it’s spicy. White person spicy, sure, but spicy.

Fic below cut!

“Sweetheart?” Wilbur’s voice catches me off guard from where he’s laying in my arms, shirtless in sweats. I’m just in his t-shirt and panties, his cold hands tracing my bare skin under the fabric.

I smile, threading my fingers through his hair. “What’s up, baby?”

He practically purrs like a cat, snuggling into my chest. “I want to try and make you feel good. Can I?”

“You mean try and be dominant in bed?” I reply, trying not to giggle as he nods. “Wilbur, don’t take this the wrong way, but I don’t think you can.”

Wilbur pauses. “I know you’re normally in charge… but I want to repay you.”

“For what?”

“Making me feel so good.” He’s resting his head between my tits, half-hard and poking between my thighs just from the thought of being in charge. “Please? Can I?”

I smile, kissing his forehead. “I’d be stupid not to let you, sweetie. Go on. Make me feel good.”

He’s taken aback for a second, struggling to tug my shirt over my head. It gets stuck on my head, the two of us giggling as he finally gets it off.

Wilbur sucks one of my nipples into his mouth, moaning in sheer bliss as he nibbles and sucks on the tiny hard mound. He humps my thigh like a dog, and while him playing with my tits feels nice, he’s clearly forgotten about his attempt to be dominant.

“Hey, Wilbur?” I say, tugging him off my nipple and giggling. “Did you forget something?”

He pauses. “Did I?”

“You’re supposed to be being dominant, not getting off on my thigh!” Smiling, I ease him back into the mattress. “Try again?”

Thankfully, Wilbur laughs, yanking down my panties and resting his face between my thighs. “Do I… just…”

“You’ve done this countless times,” I reply, shooting him a look. “Go on.”

He whines. “I’m not used to being in charge!”

“Just do whatever you want,” I coo. “I promise I’ll enjoy it.”

Wilbur experimentally flicks his tongue on my clit a few times, looking surprised when I gasp. His lips wrap around the tiny, swollen bud and suck hard, sucking until the knees propped on his shoulders start to shake. I’m genuinely surprised he’s doing so well without a single word of guidance, so I relax, letting my head go fuzzy.

As Wilbur gets more into it, he starts rutting against the mattress, groaning softly against my soft heat. The stubble on his chin prickles my inner thighs, love-bites and hickeys littering the sensitive skin.

He’s eager, that’s for sure, I think to myself, his tongue moving around, sucking one second, flicking the next. Just when I’m getting into one thing, he immediately changes what he’s doing.

I can’t help but laugh out loud when he goes as far to bite down on my clit, dragging on it with his teeth.

“When did I tell you I liked getting my clit bitten?” I tease him, tugging his head from between my thighs. “It’s so cute that you’re eager, though, sweetie.”

Wilbur doesn’t respond, eyes half-closed, chin dripping with my arousal. “Mmph.”

Signing, I nestle his head back down. Pussy-drunk fool. An adorable fool, but still a fool.

Thankfully, he lets up on the teeth after that, choosing instead to rub me up and down with his tongue, slipping two of his long, cold fingers inside me, curling to the prefer spot.

“I’m getting close, baby,” I sigh, hips moving fluidly against his tongue. “Mmmm, that’s the spot. Right there.” Wilbur only takes it every single time I grind against his tongue, letting me grasp his hair for more stimulation.

He’s still desperately rubbing himself on the mattress, soft whines and moans filling the room along with the squeaking of bedsprings. The telltale tightening in my core starts to spiral tighter and tighter, and I’m desperately hoping Wilbur doesn’t suddenly decide to move his tongue. He’s exactly where I want him, the tip of his tongue circling the very tip of my clit as I ride his fingers.

“I’m gonna-“ I can’t even finish my sentence as he tips me over the edge, almost screaming as I ride it out on his face.

Just as I crack open my heavy eyes, I watch as Wilbur desperately paws at himself over his boxers, whining as he shudders into his own climax, barely seconds after me.

“Did- did I do it right?” He whispers, bare chest heaving, desperate for his praise. “Did I do a good job?”

I nod, watching his eyes light up. “You did, baby, well done.”

Wilbur grins ear to ear. “I really did?”

“You really did,” I promise. “That’s my good boy.”

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randomfanner · 6 months

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Gale + Tara Headcanons

I love Gale so much. SFW Headcanons only, relationship and also just general life headcanons I have about the worlds saddest oxymoron.

Labeled TW: Gale got groomed. We are going to be discussing today Because even if he was an adult(which he probably wasn't) he still got groomed because Mystra had so much power over this man.

General TW: Gale has self hatred issues. I hate Mystra. We will be talking about Mystra in depth I promise. Also Gifted kid burn out and general tying all of your self worth to a talent.

So, body type head canon because Gale does not have abs. You cannot look me in the eyes and tell me Gale has abs. He is soft and a little squishy and very huggable.

Man is a cuddler. He always wants to cuddle. Whether it be you two be lounging on a sofa, each reading/doing your own tasks well you snuggle together, spooning in the morning, laying together after a night of passion, or whatever reason he can get to just hold you in his arms.

I think he is touch starved other than Tara. Which as great as Tara is it is not human touch. And gods don't... really physically touch. So I don't think he got very much physical affection from Mystra. So being touched, being held with your hands and feeling your flesh on his means so much to him.

He doesn't think he is good at it. But he still really likes to do it. If you ask him to cuddle with him, he will flip in his heart because it makes him the happiest man in the world to know you want to cuddle with him as much as he wants to cuddle with you.

Tara likes you. She likes you fast. She begins telling you all of Gale's stories from when he was younger, how sweet of a boy he was and how he would use his beginning magic to help people. If you give her attention she will purr so loud. Gale and Tara both really like chin scratches.

She begins calling you "Mrs/Mr/Mrx. Dekarios" pretty damn quickly. she has accepted you as his partner which she never did Mystra. it really throws Gale off when she does it. He admittedly thought Tara was so against Mystra because she was a lover period.

Tara also may begin to favor your lap. If this happens, Gale is... shocked and disappointed "You have stolen not only my heart, love, but my Treyssem as well." "Would you like to repeat that, Mr. Dekarios?"

And he wonders why she favors your lap.

She also favors you lap because she has to thank you for keeping her sweet boy alive for her. She may even allow you the honor to stroke her stomach a few times.

She also brings you gifts, magic items, trinkets, carcasses, whatever she can get her paws on and thinks you would like.

She takes you in fast and begins asking for grand babies. She wants grand babies and Gale's mother wants grand babies. The topic of course make your flustered each time and Gale denies the possibility of being a good father, but Tara is pretty insistent.

Morena also loves you as well and you best believe she is showing you pictures from Gale's childhood and telling you as much information as she can. Poor Gale just sits there and is extremely flustered well she recounts even his less flattering tales... but he does nothing to stop it.

He is really happy his mom and Tara both like you. It makes him the happiest man in the world.

Gale likes to cook for you. A lot. He cooks the fanciest, gourmet food and he is extremely good at it. He will set up fancy candle lit dinners with music in the background. This is basically every night but he tries to make sure it never truly loses its luster. (It never does).

He also makes you breakfast in bed. He has to crawl away from you in the morning to feed Tara and so he just makes you breakfast and comes back freshly deserved.

If you cook together man is smiling so much his jaw hurts. I cannot describe to you the joy he feels having you by his side, helping him cook.

Expect so much love poetry all of the time. Even when you are questing or not he will just slip a small piece of paper into your hand with all of his affections written down as poems.

He also quotes poetry verses that make him think of you, to you, at random times. He is hoping to make you smile with all of them.

Gale is so sweet to you all of the time. He treats you like you are divine, and to him you are. Complete gentleman all of the time. He does not carry anything. You could be a fighter with a 20 in strength with thighs and arms that could crush his fucking head like a grape, He will still insist on trying to carry anything heavy for you. He holds doors, pulls out chairs, makes sure your wine is refilled. He is so doting.

Man feels guilty that he is doing so little to help you at times. He wants to do more for you then he does. He tries to make sure you are pampered at all times. Kisses, gifts, fancy shows, lovely nights together.

But he tries to do more. he always makes sure to protect you in battle. He will take attacks, using shield and mage armor to make sure he can take as many hits as needed to protect you. He will be your knight in magic armor, a dashing smile well he does so.

This often leads to the ES(Emergency Shadowheart) because Gale is an over-confident wizard but if you are safe he doesn't care. If you are meant to be a tank, you may need to have a chat with him about the fact he is the squishy wizard man and you can protect him.

But it is Gale.

If you get sick or injured or anything Gale is fretting over you. He is holding you and yelling for Shadowheart like you are going to die at this moment. Even if it is a small thing he is very dramatic and very scared of losing you.

When you get sick or are on your period he makes sure to give you medicine to help with illness and pains, magic hiding the taste, and so much good food.

Tara also rests on your lap and acts like a heating pad. Purring and trying to help you feel better.

So like, after the ending I think Gale and you take a break from everything and just, go and look around. And Gale takes a break from magic. He can still love the art, and he will go back to it but I just think he needs to take a step back because magic and his talent for magic has kind of defined Gale his entire life.

I think him taking a break and just... being a person rather than a wizard for a little a while. He can be both, he knows he can. But he will need time and a deep breathe. He will go back, he loves to do magic. It means the world to him. But absences makes the heart grow fonder. And I think working on other skills he can be proud of and knowing Magic is one of the many things he is good at rather then the ONLY thing he is good at will do him wonders.

So I am going be talking about Gale's trauma a lot in the lower half of this. First, Gale's confidence issues and how fucked up the orb is. There will be comfort with Tara and you. After that we are going to get into the problem. The problem will come up in this section, however not the fact Gale got Groomed. That will be another different section.

Warning out of the way:

I think his self confidence and self image is being held together by the type of "I am good at magic". He was a prodigy and I think Gale only saw worth in his magic and his skill on it. He loves to do it too but at the same time he HAS to be good at it, or it feels like. He respects people who are better.

He did fuck up with the orb, but I also think he wasn't fully aware of what he was getting himself. Yes he should have known not listening to Mystra was a bad idea, but she didn't explain exactly what he did wrong until Gale talks with her in the game. This is years later.

Gale really needed Tara after he went from Mystra's Chosen and the Lover of Mystra to a fool who flew too close to the sun and came crashing down in a brilliant display of horrible glory. Man ruined his life, lost everything, and had a problem that Mystra gave him no ideas how to fix.

Mystra DID NOT EXPLAIN ANYTHING TO GALE UNTIL THAT CUTSCENE IN GAME YOU GET AFTER MYSTRA TELLS GALE TO BLOW HIMSELF UP. Gale was kept alive due to Tara. Tara was the one who flew off and found out how to help Gale.

I also think the only thing Mystra valued with Gale's magic knowledge and abilities. She is a goddess, she doesn't really eat human food, Tara and Mystra didn't each other, she is a goddess and I doubt physical touch was common.

So I think Gale being rude to you about magic, especially if you are a different class who can do magic and he insulted you, is because the is grasping with issues of trying to remind himself he is a good mage. This does not excuse his behavior. But I think when he realizes what he did he is going to apologize whole heartedly

One day he is just thinking about how you first met and he just realizes 'I was awful!"

He is going to hold your hand to his cheek, and apologize for doing that. Because you make him realize that he is more than his magic. He is more then what he has been called talented for and tied everything too for so long.

He isn't a failure if he fails with his magic.

Don't get me wrong, Gale can get ahead of himself and is pushy. I want to flick him in the head as soon as he begins thinking trying to become a god is a good idea in the first place. It is a horrible idea as much as I hate Mystra, don't want Gale to become a god. He deserves to be a good man with his wine, his library, his treyssem, and, should fates permit, you.

So, we are going to start talking about Mystra being a P*dophile and just the worst emotional manipulator. When we get to talking about it I am not censoring the word.

This is the end, I am not putting anything else below this. You are free to move along your day, you will not miss out on any of the good stuff. I promise.

This is the only notable part of this: I want Withers to be the god of Magic. He would be a great god of magic, he proves with Arabella.

So, Gale was like, 17 to 23 I believe the range is. And even if Gale is in the later half of that, he still got fucking groomed by Mystra because Mystra had and still has so much power over Gale.

She is the goddess of his greatest asset. His magic. And as we just discussed, the goddess of the thing he ties all of his self worth to. Mystra was literally someone he worshipped. She IS the goddess of magic. Gale had no power in the relationship and never did.

Mystra knows this. She is smart enough to know what is doing is fucking horrible, and get it, she is a god, but she is also a straight up pedophile. We all know about the fact people LITERALLY HIDE THEIR CHILDREN FROM HER.

I do not doubt that being Mystra's chosen meant doing everything she asked. I don't think Mystra took no for an answer in any matters. I also think mistakes were punished with emotional manipulation. Not violence like we see with Shar or Vaalikith (She sorta counts) but gods did he make Gale feel worthless if he failed.

I think Gale feels guilty for a lot of things a lot he shouldn't feel guilt for. I think one of the biggest things Mystra would make Gale feel guilty for was talking to basically any one else if it was not a work relationship.

I would not doubt if Mystra cut Gale off from his mother and would have from Tara if Tara was anyone else. Mystra is noted as a jealous goddess if you are dating Gale. I do not doubt that jealousy was a pretty frequent thing.

Tara hates Mystra with every bone in his fluffy body and tried so hard to talk to Gale but Gale would not listen to her because, well- she is his boss, his teacher, his lover and also the person who controls the thing he ties his self worth too of course he is going to listen to everything Mystra said.

Also Mystra 100% cut Gale off from any source of help he could actually get. Again, Tara was the one to find out about the orb. And I think more than just shame, embarrassment and being a laughing stock from one of the greats, I think Mystra made sure no one was going to be talking to Gale.

I want DLC where we beat the fuck out of Mystra. I really want to kill her. I know I cannot but she is terrible and she deserves death. I know I am captain obvious right now but I cannot stress this enough.

I want Withers to be the god of Magic. He would be a great god of magic, he proves with Arabella.

#gale of waterdeep #gale dekarios #baldurs gate gale #gale x tav #bg3 gale #gale fluff #Gale needs a hug #fuck mystra #I hate Mystra so much #Tara is my favorite momma cat #gale x reader #Gale is baby #Withers should be the god of magic #tw: mystra

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hypnoneghoul · 21 days

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Swissalps sickly sweet fluff plz😭🙏

omg I'm sorry this sucks

Mountain makes his way back to the den with a sigh, his legs and arms sore as he walks on autopilot, following a faint trail of his favorite scent.

He feels as if he’s been working in the greenhouses and gardens for weeks, even though in reality it was just a few hours. He's exhausted anyway.

His feet carry him to the common room where he notices Swiss lounging on the couch and watching TV and the earth ghoul immediately feels lighter. There’s a smile pulling on his lips and warmth blooming in his belly.

Swiss looks up and grins up at his mate, opening his arms. “Hi, sweetheart.”

“Hi.” Mountain flops onto the couch and falls into Swiss’ arms. The multi ghoul brings him closer and hugs him tightly to his chest as they both start to purr quietly. Some time passes, Mountain nearly falls asleep. Swiss thinks he does fall asleep and he moves, trying to reach a blanket to cover his tired mate, but the earth ghoul stirs, then.

“Do you want to go to bed?” Swiss asks him. He grumbles something unintelligible into his neck and burrows himself closer. That means no, but the multi ghoul knows better. “Come on, I’ll make you tea and then we’ll get all snuggled up in bed, okay, my love?”

“Mhm,” the earth ghoul hums after a second, having considered the offer, clearly. Swiss chuckles, knowing that he’ll have to worry about his mate the day he doesn't get bribed with tea and snuggles. He wiggles out from under Mountain and he whines, but doesn’t stop him.

“I’ll be back in a second,” Swiss smiles. He goes to the kitchen and prepares everything for the promised tea. The kettle is loud enough for him to not hear as Mountain stands up and pads over to him. The multi ghoul trills happily as his mate wraps his arms around his waist and glues himself to his back, purring. “You were supposed to wait for me there.”

“Didn’wannabe’part,” he slurs into the back of Swiss’ neck. His belly swoops with love—no surprise—and he puts his own hands on Mountain’s as they wait for the water to boil. It doesn’t take long but the earth ghoul might have as well fallen asleep hanging off of Swiss’ back.

“Okay, big guy,” Swiss says once their cups of tea are ready. “I have to carry them, can you walk and not make us fall over?”

Mountain hums in affirmation again, but doesn’t pull off of Swiss. The multi ghoul laughs and walks out of the kitchen with his mate still wrapped around him. It isn’t the smartest—considering the mugs filled with boiling liquid in both of Swiss’ hands—but they make it work and they make it to their room.

Swiss pushes Mountain onto the bed and the earth ghoul, more or less, gets the hint and crawls into the nest. Swiss sets the cups on one of the bedside tables and moves to walk around the bed to his side, to crawl into the bed himself and glue himself to his mate’s front.

Mountain whines, though, and Swiss furrows his brows. He looks up at him and his eyes are so soft. The multi ghoul melts, knowing all too well what his mate wants. “Little spoon?”

“Yeah,” Mountain mumbles and smiles goofily and Swiss can waste no more time. He jumps into the nest and stretches to wrap himself around the bigger ghoul, to make him feel as small as possible. All safe and protected.

The purr that breaks free out of Mountain once they settle rattles their entire bed.

“I love you so much, sweetheart,” Swiss whispers into the back of his mate’s neck.

“I love you, too,” he replies, all shaky with his deep rumble.

#the band ghost #nameless ghouls #hypnone writes #swiss ghoul #mountain ghoul #swissalps

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victoryverse · 1 month

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*See's Requests are Open*

Could I ask for a König and catgirl fanfic or HC where she's being overly affectionate because she's in "heat" (following him around, purring, demanding head pets, hugging him)? Like she doesn't get a stong libido, she just wants affection.

[Not here with a catgirl OC. :3]

sorry if this wasn't what you wanted 😭😭😭😭😭 I have really never written something like this, and this was super new to me. sorry in advance :)

As you lay sprawled out on your bed, you couldn't help but feel the heat building up within you. Despite the cool air blowing from the open window, your body felt like it was on fire. It was yet another restless night for you, cursed with a strong libido that seemed to come alive every few months.

Restlessly, you rolled on your back and let out a low growl of frustration. This heat was unbearable, and the only thing you could think of was to find someone to alleviate it. With a sly smirk, an idea popped into your head. Why not seek out your dear König? Afterall, he was always so warm and attentive.

Your heart raced as you padded silently down the dark hallways, your tail swishing excitedly behind you. You could already feel your body reacting to the scent of your favorite man. Finally, you reached König's door and gave it a soft knock, hoping he would hear you over the loud purring sound emanating from your chest.

'Come in,' came his voice from the other side, causing your ears to perk up in excitement. You cautiously pushed open the door and stepped inside, not wanting to startle him. But to your delight, König was already awake and waiting for you, a small smile on his lips as he watched you approach.

Without hesitation, you jumped onto his bed and nuzzled your head into the crook of his neck, letting out a satisfied sigh as you inhaled his intoxicating scent. But suddenly, the purring and nuzzling wasn't enough. You needed more.

Climbing onto his lap, your body pressed tightly against his, you wrapped your arms around his neck and purred even louder, demanding his attention. König chuckled, knowing exactly what you were feeling.

'Looks like someone is in heat,' he teased, rubbing his hands soothingly on your back. You couldn't help but let out a moan of pleasure at his touch, your body melting into his.

'I just...I just need some affection,' you whimpered, feeling a sudden mix of embarrassment and desperation. König understood, he always did. And without hesitation, he began to lavish you with the affection you craved.

'I missed you all day,' you meow, your voice almost desperate. He can feel your claws digging into his shirt as you hold onto him tightly, not wanting to let go.

'Did you now?' he replies, trying to keep the teasing tone in his voice. But in reality, he missed you too. You always brought warmth and happiness into his life that he couldn't find anywhere else.

'Of course I did,' you say, looking up at him with your big, pleading eyes. 'I need you to take care of me, König.' Your voice is almost a whisper, your ears flattening against your head as you speak.

He knows exactly what you mean. Your heat has been causing you discomfort, and you only find relief when he takes care of you. Without another word, he leads you to the living room and sits you down on the couch. You immediately snuggle up against him, your body hot against his.

'Where does it hurt, baby?' he asks, running his hand through your soft, furry hair. You lean into his touch, a contented purr escaping your lips.

'Here,' you say, pointing to your lower abdomen. He gently massages the area, feeling the tension in your muscles start to ease. You let out a sigh of relief, your head resting on his shoulder.

He keeps rubbing your stomach for a few more minutes before you suddenly bolt upright. 'Head rubs, please,' you demand, looking at him with pleading eyes.

He can't help but laugh at your sudden change in demeanor. 'Of course, my dear,' he says, moving his hands to massage your head now. You close your eyes and lean into his touch, a small smile gracing your lips.

'You're the best, König,' you whisper, your voice full of gratitude. He continues to rub your head, enjoying the peaceful moment with you.

As the night goes on, you continue to demand his attention, whether it's through cuddles, head rubs, or just following him around the apartment. But he doesn't mind. In fact, he loves taking care of you and giving you all the love and affection you crave.

And as you both fall asleep in each other's arms, he knows that even in your heat, you're still the most beautiful and loving creature he's ever known.

#call of duty x reader #call of duty #cod #call of duty smut #cod smut #konig smut #konig x you #konig x reader smut #konig x reader #konig call of duty #konig cod #konig mw2 #konig fanfiction #konig modern warfare #cod konig #call of duty fanfiction #call of duty modern warfare #call of duty mw2 #call of duty fanfic

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tartigglez · 9 months

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"mess with you?"

zhongli x f!reader (gn!reader until bonus section!)

・❥・slice of life/fluff

・❥・1.5k

・❥・HAPPY FRICKIN BIRTHDAY CELESTE!!!!!! MY FAV ZHONGLI KISSER! i hope this is an adequate gift, and i intended to make this much longer however if i did it would be like 2 weeks more late LMAO. i hope u had the most fabtabulous day ever, now everyone go check out @thesparklingwriter because she can write this man 8000000x better than me lollllll

・❥・SUGGESTIVE. VERY. dragon!li (bc celeste loves dragonli and i will push the agenda bc yes), physical touch, zhongli is the little spoon somehow, kisses, zhongli is a france-boo, you guys eat together, zhong is lowkey just nakedly vibin for a bit of this lol sorry, also if it doesn't make sense: xiao can't see windows cuz he's in bird form (they do that i swear)

waking up is never an easy feat, but being around him makes it a whole lot easier. on this particular morning however, you wake up rather annoyed, frustrated over the quality of the last portion of your slumber. yet opening your eyes would reveal that a small portion of golden-brown hair is rested upon the tip of your nose, lightly tickling it. so, this was the reason for your lack of quality sleep.

even still, he is a sight to behold. such a graceful creature, large, scale-clad arms, shimmering horns and long, elegant tail meeting your eyes as he slumbered, quiet snores –which were closer to purrs– coming from somewhere in his chest, all whilst he’s curled up in a foetal position, your arm draped over his waist.

you assume he is soundly sleeping, moving slightly closer to him to nuzzle into his neck, this however would prove false, as his chest rises, a low pitched, loud yawn filling the room, practically bouncing off the walls.

“good morning, dear” he grumbles, voice lower than normal. you giggle as he turns to face you, stretching his limbs as he yawns once more. golden horns slowly begin to retract and he wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you close to him before beginning to press gentle kisses against the skin of your neck. the ticklish sensation makes you laugh again, throwing your head back slightly to allow room for his in the crook of your neck.

“already? we just woke up!” you wheeze, rolling away from him as you turn your back to him. this would prove pointless though, because he immediately scooches to your side of the bed, wrapping his arms around your waist and burying his head comfortably into the back of your neck.

“what are you implying? i merely wished to kiss you!” he says, but the playful tone in his voice tells you this question is rhetorical, and he knows full well what you were insinuating.

“you’re squishing me silly,” you whine, grabbing on to his hands, which met fair in the middle of your stomach. “you’re like a koala, but even then they wouldn’t have the strength to squash me like this”

“are you calling me a koala? should i be offended?” he grumbles against the back of your neck, nuzzling even further into it, somehow.

“no, i’m calling you a brute” you chuckle, wriggling a little, trying to loosen his grip.

“i will have you know, “brute” is a compliment in dragon culture” he scoffed, loosening his grip a little.

“maybe i meant it as a compliment then” you mumble, turning back to him to peck his lips, snuggling up to him once again.

“hm, i’m sure you did” he chuckles, “anyway, what time is it?”

“i have no clue, let me check my phone” you let out a content sigh, grabbing your phone from the bedside, “ten thirty-ish. what does it matter anyway, we can lay around for a bit, no?” you question, eyes closing as you lean in to him.

“have you forgotten, dear?” he whispers, hand making its way to your hip, thumb and index finger fiddling with the hem of your pyjama top, “check the date again”

upon staring at the glorious digits on your phone screen, you abruptly pull away from him, raising yourself up on one arm and grinning excitedly. “date day?” you question, voice high and squeaky compared to your normal tone.

its a tradition between you and zhongli that once a month, you would make time for a day with each other, no matter the situation. simply a day to exist in one another's presence. together you came up with the philosophy that it doesn’t really matter what you do, as long as you’re with each other.

“it is indeed “date day”, as you say” he laughs, “so, tell me. what would you like to do today, my lily?”, the question rolls off his lips like music as he too sits up, blanket moving to just cover his hips, barely.

“anything,” you giggle, “as long as you’re there i don’t mind”. you step out of the bed, slipping on a pair of sweatpants and running to his side of the bed. “c’mon,” you laugh, grabbing his large hand by a couple of fingers, “lets get movin’ zhong!”

“can you at least hand me some underwear, please?” he asks, laughing when your face morphs from pure joy to looking like you’ve seen a ghost. you oblige quietly though, moving to one of the dresser drawers, pulling out some boxers and giving them to him, albeit a little flustered.

“what is it, my dear? you don’t remember last night?” he chuckles. its amusing how he is so nonchalant about such affairs with you, however if he were with anyone else, the topic would never even be thought about.

“n-no, no i do, but how am i wearin-”

“i figured it would be only right of me to put them back on you. you were awake, but apparently so far gone don’t remember,” he laughs, acting calm about it when in reality his ears are turning a little red.

“rex lapis!” you exclaim, “don’t be so lewd!” you push his shoulder a little in a teasing manner, but he quite literally does not move a millimetre.

“aha, i apologise my dear, your reactions are simply quite amusing, is all” he claims. putting the boxers on under the duvet before standing up in front of you, toned body catching your eye as one his gold-threaded arms makes its way towards yours, long fingers intertwining with yours. “shall we?”

“put a robe on at least! the neighbours might see you!” you giggle, dragging him in the direction of the closet, before throwing a silk robe his way. he looks so very eloquent as he puts it on, fine fabric smoothing over his skin, and his honey eyes look up at you when he’s done, walking towards your bedroom door, ready to go downstairs.

zhongli is a surprisingly good cook, but that’s not relevant at all right now, because the first thing he does when he gets to the kitchen is boil the kettle and get out two plates, placing a large croissant on each one.

you rub your eyes a little as you sit down at the table, staring at the all-butter pastries which seemed to make some sort of miraculous apparition in your home.

“where the heck did you get those croissants?” you ask, folding your arms at the table and plopping your chin on to them.

“i teleported to fontaine for them last night”

“last night?”

“yes, last night.”

“zhong…”

“mmm?”

“you were naked all of last night.”

“before that!” he laughs, “more like yesterday evening actually, i apologise for misspeaking”

“you should be sorry! why did you go all the way to fontaine for croissants anyway? the ones in liyue are fine” you question, voice muffled by the sleeves of your pyjama top.

“nothing beats authenticity, hm? what is it they say in fontaine, oui oui?”

“i’m not sure any person from fontaine has ever said that,” you cackle, as he sets down one of the plates in front of you, along with a cup of the tea he was just brewing. “thanks for the food anyway, can’t believe you went all the way to fontaine just for a couple of croissants”

“not a problem dear, if it’s for you i would do it every day” he speaks, tearing off a part of his croissant before -rather animatedly- swallowing it whole.

“dragons eat so weirdly” you laugh, chewing away at your own food.

“we don’t always eat like that, you realise?”

“i know,” you giggle “i’m messing with you”

“you’re lucky, you’re the only person who has ever been allowed to mess with me”

“i’m grateful for that, y’know”

“i know, but now isn’t the time for philosophical conversations, let us just enjoy each others company today.”

“sounds good to me!”

“i’m never letting you go shopping again! seriously, how do we have three new colours of eyeliner, six new vases and an entire pet bird”

“adeptus xiao does not count as a pet bird”

“are you sure about her, rex lapis? she has no respect for the adepti”

“calm, alatus. this is her form of humour. i would appreciate if you do not criticise her.”

“my apologies, i did not intend to offend you, i will take my leave now”

“XIAO THAT WINDOW ISN'T OPEN”

“ALATUS!”

“told you he was a pet bird”

“please just get me a blanket for this unconscious creature”

“going~”

sfw masterlist || nsfw masterlist || taglist: @lioria @celestetalkstoomuch

i can't write in the present tense, happy birthday celeste!

#zhongli x reader #zhongli fluff #genshin #genshin impact fluff #genshin x reader #cw suggestive #zhongli x you

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whaledenwtf · 6 months

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Vegeta x Reader -

Hihi!! The last fanfiction I wrote was the Kratos x Reader. I love Vegeta, so I'm writing a fanfiction. This has also been cross-posted on AO3 here: Link Enjoy this Smut-fest.

Warnings: afab!reader and Male Smut, Breeding Kink, Creampie, Choking, Dom/Sub dynamic, Use of Pet names/Nicknames, Praise and Degradation, Oral (Male and Female Receiving), Fighting, Blood, etc. Porn with Plot, basically

Vegeta is also a little OOC, especially after seggs, so warning for that too!

WORD COUNT: 6197 Words (Jesus Christ)

Hope you enjoy this story ~

It had been probably, the WORST week of your life. You got evicted because your landlord ended your lease - can landlords even do that? what a dick, you thought to yourself. That, plus the massive training block you've been experiencing AND the fact you had just ended the worst date have really made you crave a night of forgetting everything. You're so grateful for alcohol and Bulma. Both were incredible distractions and can help you forget everything.

"Thanks again for letting my stay here until I could get back up on my feet." You tell her after taking a sip of your rum and coke. She waves you off, lifting her feet up onto the couch, tucking them under herself and getting comfortable.

"(Y/N), I'm serious when I say you're welcome to stay as long as you'd like. You don't understand how much I need a friend in this house." You giggle.

"What do you mean?" Bulma groans, and takes a massive gulp of her vodka sprite.

"My parents... are my parents-" That, you could understand. They are a handful. "And Vegeta's always been a pain in my ass. Especially since I got back with Yamcha-" You almost spit out your drink.

"WHAT?!?!" You gasp out loud, before whispering, as if you were conspiring. "Since when? What happened to 'working things out' with Vegeta?" You were curious, as she went on and on... and on and on about fixing things with Vegeta for the sake of Trunks.

"I mean, there's definitely love for him as the father of my son. But that love can only get me so far. We understand that we aren't meant to last. Plus Yamcha has gotten better at communicating his feelings and his wants. He's definitely not the same person who cheated on me years ago." Bulma stated matter-of-factly. You furrow your brows.

"So why's Vegeta still live here?" Bulma takes a sip of her drink and ponders her response.

"Well... At the beginning it was because I would miss him too hard, and I couldn't imagine a world without him in it. Now, its partially because of Trunks, and partially because-" She leans in close, and whispers in your ear. "I feel bad for him. He really only has Trunks now..." She bites her lip as she moves back to her spot.

"He'll find someone. He's... very attractive and sets his mind to things and sticks to it. I mean, sure, his pride is his greatest weakness, but he definitely has more pros than cons, especially now." You always found Vegeta attractive, but that was a given. Both Saiyans (and Broly, when you think about it) are very attractive beings. You wonder if its Saiyan genetics that make such handsome men, or if it really is just pure luck.

"Ou~" Bulma purrs. "Want me to set you two up? I'm sure he wouldn't mind. He can already tolerate you and has complimented your strength-" Your eyes widen.

"What has he said?" You lean in, excited. Bulma smirks knowingly.

"Maybe this planet isn't doomed after all." She puts on her best Vegeta impression, which makes you giggle.

You spend the rest of the night chatting and getting drunk with Bulma, by the time you both head to bed, its almost 3 am. You stumble through the halls, bumping into different doors. You open your bedroom door, and walk to your bed. When you collapse, your eyes are closed and notice that your bed is warm... and hard?

"Woman! Is there a reason you're in my bedroom? It's 3 AM, some of us train around here." You snuggle deeper into the mass.

"S-ry 'Geta. M'drunk." You slur out, with zero environmental awareness.

"GO IN YOUR OWN ROOM!" He whisper yells, trying to push you off. You whine, cuddling your face into his neck and inhaling. He instantly freezes up, and you feel heat pool up his neck towards his face. Eyes still closed, you smile softly.

"Mmm... smell good." You lay your face directly on his pulse point, blissfully unaware of the speedy pitter-patter of the Saiyan's heart.

"Woman-" He whisper-yells. "Please get out of my room." His voice is pleading, and your mind seems to begin feeling guilt.

"Can't. Can't walk. 'M too drnk." You whisper into his neck sadly, sniffling as tears spring to your eyes. Your body was vulnerable, especially so under the effects of alcohol, and Vegeta feels concerned. On the one hand, he is uncomfortable with physical touch, but on the other, the way your breath hits his pulse point has brought his Saiyan instincts out, and he does not want to take advantage of one of the only women in his life who finds him tolerable- semi tolerable? he thinks to himself. He sighs.

"Lemme carry you then." You hum.

"Thank you, Princey." You leave a small peck on his neck. Insignificant to you, probably, but meant too much to Vegeta. From his limited understanding of Earthlings and their tolerance to alcohol, it lowered inhibitions, but also could bring out instincts. Do you trust him? That question unloads a can of worms in Vegeta's head, as he lifts you in a bridal carry and walks towards your room, which is a short walk from his door. Despite this, it feels like centuries. He watches your face as you slowly fall asleep to the rocking of his movement as he carries you. What if you DID trust him? Vegeta knows he is not a good man, perfectly shown through his relationship with Bulma, or lack of. He couldn't keep a woman, who, he would never admit, helped him through a lot and even gave him a son. A son he hasn't even taken care of much! Vegeta's brow furrows and he stops walking in the middle of the hallway, which stirs you from your light slumber.

"'Geta?" You ask him confused, still drunk. He looks into your eyes, and can't help but admire their colour.

"Almost there-" He whispers softly. You gaze at his face, before reaching a hand to his forehead. The soft touch to his face makes his eyes widen.

"You should smile more. You're handsome when you do." You whisper, before your hand falls from his forehead, and lingers on his cheek, holding him softly. Vegeta's brow unfurrows, as he watches you. He then walks you to your room, and prepares to leave you at the door.

"Tha-nk y-ouuu 'Geta." He helps you out of his arms so you could land on your legs, though you did so a little unstable. You kiss his cheek quickly, and giggle before opening and closing the door behind you. Vegeta is stunned in place, holding the cheek you kissed as a raging blush flushes his entire body.

"Ugh, my head." You groan as you walk into the kitchen, where Vegeta and Bulma are bickering.

"Yeah I'm in pain too. Wish I could use a Senzu bean-" Bulma jokes, but Vegeta cuts her off.

"What a stupid use of a Senzu bean. You'd be wasting it to get through something ridiculous." He bites at her, and she rolls her eyes.

"Normally, I'd fight you, but I'm in too much pain and care too little about your opinion." You wince, and can tell those words hurt Vegeta a little, no matter how much he hides it.

"Woah Bulma, 'ts a little much. Let's all just have coffee, breakfast, and then we'll all feel better." You speak up as you walk past Vegeta, brushing his shoulder with your hand as a sign of respect, and defense. Vegeta looks at you with an eyebrow raised, and you raise one side of your lip slightly, smirking at him. You loved Bulma, but sometimes she says things she regrets, especially when hungover. She groans.

"Coffee sounds great." You giggle, as you make coffee for you three. You pass everyone a mug, and take a sip and sigh into the warm mug.

"I'll make us breakfast. What do you want, Vegeta?" You ask, looking at him over the rim of the mug. Bulma raises a brow.

"Why are you asking him?" You hum looking at her.

"Cause he's gonna be eating the most portions. I'm already making eggs and bacon, but he'll probably want something else, right 'Geta?" Your eyes switch from Bulma to Vegeta, and you can see the tips of his ears blushing, before he crosses his arms and turns to look away from you.

"Tch. Make me three steaks on the side, woman!" You roll your eyes at Bulma, who chuckles.

"All right, your highness. I'll make them rare and also feed them to you?" He smirks at that.

"Finally, someone who can understand the worth of a Prince-" Bulma rolls her eyes.

"Being the prince of 3 people is like calling me the queen of nothing." Vegeta's head snaps to her, and he growls.

"What a fitting title for someone who brings nothing to my life-" Bulma's eyebrows raise, and so do yours.

"Okay Vegeta, let's calm down~" You hold his shoulder, and rub it, eyes widening as you can see his hair flicker between blonde and brunette quickly.

"Tch. She's insufferable!" He cries out, effectively calming himself down.

"You're BOTH insufferable, actually. Both of you need to fucking relax." You tried not to swear often, but they were annoying you. Both of them shut up, eyes wide.

"I'm gonna finish cooking, we are going to eat calmly and quietly, and then I can go train for a bit before I-" You're taking the bacon out of the oven when your phone rings, and Vegeta grabs it for you.

"Who's calling?" You ask him as you grab the device from his thick hand.

"Tinder James? What kind of a first name is Tinder?" Vegeta raises a brow and you cough, eyes wide.

"He's calling you back?! PUT HIM ON SPEAKER." Bulma shouts, excited. You roll your eyes, but answer and put him on speaker while you cook.

"(Y/N) here." You respond.

"Hey sweetheart. Sorry I had to cut our date short yesterday, you know how it is haha-" You roll your eyes as Bulma mimics the movement of vomiting. Vegeta stays silent, watching your face. You had a date yesterday? He's upset at this information, but would never tell you that.

"Its fine-" You start to respond. "I mean, if you wanna continue the date tonight I'm game." He cuts you off.

"Continue... our date?" You ask confused.

"Yeah? I didn't hit so I thought you'd want me to hit it-" Both you and Bulma actually guffaw at that.

"Something funny?" He asks confused.

"Listen here, sweetheart-" You start sarcastically "You weren't gonna hit. You spent the whole date checking your phone and texting. I'm not stupid and I'm not someone who you can push around. We aren't gonna fuck, so stick your dick elsewhere. Oh! And delete my number." You hang up before blocking the number, turning to grin at Bulma. She laughs and high-fives you after you turn off the stove-top, eggs ready. You pile the eggs and bacon onto plates and get going on the steaks while handing the plates of food to Bulma and Vegeta. They start eating, and by the time you finish the steaks, Vegeta has finished his portions.

"Here you go." You hand the pile of steaks to him, and eat your meal. He doesn't touch his food, and looks at you expectantly. He harrumphs to get your attention.

"Yes?" He raises a brow.

"Why aren't you feeding me?" You laugh in his face. You pick up a piece of bacon from your plate before shoving it in his mouth. He choke on it, eyes wide looking at you.

"Eat your damn steaks." You tell him as you shovel eggs into your mouth and wink at him. Bulma laughs at him, as she picks up the empty plates and puts them in the dishwasher. Vegeta stays quiet and starts to eat his steaks, but you can see that his hairline is flickering blonde, but he wears a small smirk on his face.

The next couple days you don't see Vegeta at all. Normally, it wouldn't affect you, but you felt... saddened by the lack of his presence.

You are walking past the Gravity Chamber when you hear a massive explosion, and shouting. You sprint towards the Chamber, worried.

"Stupid Earthlings and their stupid creations!" You smirk at the angry Saiyan, who is hugging a robot, his hair a dark blue.

"Cute look, Vegeta. Is she your new girlfriend?" You tease, smirking at him. He turns to looks at you, and the tips of his ears turn pink.

"Woman! How dare you joke about the Saiyan Prince and his taste in women?" He grumbles loudly, walking closer to you. His hair goes back to brunette, and you can't help but admire his handsome looks.

"It's okay Vegeta. I won't tell Bulma~" You say in a sing-song voice, winking at him. He drops the robot before crushing it with his feet. You raise an eyebrow and smirk at him.

"These ridiculous jokes must end! Where is the respect for royalty? An understanding of- of greatness?" He asks you, getting closer. You look up at him, and bite your lip.

"I apologize for my humour, my prince-" You tell him, as you curtesy. "I'll make sure to only sing my praises of your existence, your majesty." The tips of his ears are deepening into a dark blush, and his cheeks are also discolouring.

"That's more like it, woman! Though, Saiyans always greeted me on one knee-" you cut him off, grinning.

"You want to see me on my knees? Dirty prince." His whole face turns red, and you can feel his Ki rise significantly.

"Y-you vile woman! Such tactless behaviour- such a dishonourable sneak attack!" He stutters angrily, his eyes becoming a beautiful teal and his hair a vibrant blonde, once again. You giggle before rubbing his chest to calm him down.

"I'm only kidding 'Geets-" he grumbles looking away from you, face still flushed. He snaps out of Super Saiyan, and his blush lowers significantly. "Hey, wait a minute! Why don't we train together?" His head snaps back at you, intrigued.

"Why should I train with you?" He asks unkindly. You roll your eyes at his attitude.

"Well, for starters, your little playroom is broken-" his eyebrows furrow and he is reminded of his loss. "Secondly, I've had the worst training block in my life. I can't do anything right and having someone like you train with me will surely help!" He ponders this for a moment.

"Fine. But only because, as you put it, "my playroom is broken"." You smile at him, and grab his wrist to drag him to an open field far away from Bulma's ire.

"Tch. We could've flown here." He crosses his arms, raising a brow.

"Yeah, but sometimes walking through nature helps clear the mind, and prepares me for a battle." You say, as you roll your shoulder and stretch your body.

"C'mon Vegeta, I know you've said that I am a competent fighter-" Vegeta cuts you off angrily.

"Does that putrid woman share all my secrets?!" He goes back into Super Saiyan, getting into fighting position. You giggle as you also stance up.

"She's being harmless, 'Geta." He comes towards you first, fist almost breaking through your block.

"Jesus Vegeta. You need to slow down so the rest of us can catch up!" You huff out, faces close together. You blush as your eyes wander to his lips.

"I will never "slow down" so that a mere Earthling can catch up to the Prince of all Saiyans-" You punch his gut as he speaks, and he barely reacts to it, eyes widening. You aim a kick to his ribs, but he quickly grabs your calf, and spins you. You use your other foot to kick his sternum, and fly up in the air. You dodge and hit eachother, nothing that would really need a Senzu. Then you decide to up the stakes.

"I've been practicing this technique- CATASTROPHIC CANON-" [note: idk man im trying] A massive ball of red-hued Ki shoots towards Vegeta. In his mind, the move sounded idiotic, so surely he could handle its power. The ball then splits into three and hits him from all angles. He's never seen a move that did that! He was impressed, but it could be stronger.

"That was cute, woman! Let me show you a real show stopper- GALICK GUN!" You tried to dodge, but it was too late. Like a meteor, you crash into the ground under you, creating a crater around your body. Vegeta's eyes widen as he flies towards you, worried.

"Woman!" When you don't answer, he walks closer, concerned.

"Woman?-" Your eyes were closed, but your chest was still moving. "Y/N?" He's right next to you now. You grab his ankle, and flip him so you land on top of him. You sit on his lap, and hold his arms up over his head, panting loudly. Blood is dripping down a gash from your forehead, and he can't help but find you to be the most beautiful being he's ever seen.

"I-" You inhale. "Win-" exhale, looking deep into his eyes. He tries to break out of your hold, but you grip his wrists tightly, and he flinches.

"That was dirty!" Vegeta protests, blushing. You get closer to him, your breathes mingling.

"I'll make sure to play nicely next time, Prince Vegeta-" His lips catch yours in ah instant. Your lips mold to his perfectly, and the small moan you let out is not unnoticed by the Saiyan. Your grip on his wrists loosened, and he takes advantage of your vulnerability to flip you under him. Your thighs wrap around his small waist, and you pull him closer to you, grinding up to him.

Your open your mouth and you begin another battle. His tongue and yours lash against eachother, and you further explore his mouth, tracing your tongue over his teeth. Your tongue caresses over his canines, which were sharper because of his Alien heritage. You puncture yourself on them, and he moans out when a drop of your blood lands on his tongue. You pull away to look him, eyes wide.

"Please-p-please Vegeta." You whimper. He looks at you, panting slowly.

"Call me by my real title, sweetheart." You moan, pushing forward to kiss his neck. You lick up and down his pulse point. He moans into your hair, and you feel a rush of slick leave your body. He sniffs the air around you before groaning.

"I can smell you sweetheart-" You whimper into him, before licking up to the shell of his ear.

"Please Prince Vegeta. Please touch me." He pulls you up off the ground, still grinding into you softly.

"As you wish, princess-" He shoots off the ground, flying quickly back to Capsule Corp to continue what you had both started. As he flies through the skies, you continue to lick and kiss his neck, before biting down on junction between his neck and shoulder. He growls in your ear before pulling away to look into your eyes.

"Do that one more time and I'll make sure you can't ever walk again." His focus goes from one eye to the other, and you can't help the surge of need that flows through you from his attentiveness.

"That better be a promise, my prince-" Before you could end your sentence, he's already landed on his balcony, and has slammed the door open with his foot. He kicks the door shut behind him and lays you on the bed. He watches you for a moment, as you wriggle to lean on your elbows and look up at him.

"Why are you staring at me?" You ask curiously, a blush forming on the apples of your cheeks. He bites the fingertip of one of his gloves, pulling it off, before mirroring the action for his other hand.

"You remind me of the women from my planet-" You roll your eyes at him.

"Usually during sex, you don't tell the person you're about to sleep with they remind you of someone else." He barks a laugh at that, trailing his hands near your ankles, pulling off your shoes and working his way up your legs, caressing the muscles there.

"You're strong- physically and mentally. You're talented in many trades, multi-faceted. Powerful-" he begins to kiss his way up your torso, his warmth bleeding through your clothing. "Intelligent. Beautiful. Alluring. You have an air around you-" He cuts himself off then, having kissed his way up to your face and stopping.

"You possess much more than any of the women of this planet. You call to me in ways the people of my planet never did. You're much more than the sum of all these things together. I've always thought this." He murmurs as he looks into your eyes. He sees your eyes shine before you speak up.

"I've always admired your strength-" You begin to say as you caress his arms, before pulling his calloused hands towards your lips and kissing each fingertip, each scratch and mark that makes him, Vegeta. "You're much more than your physical prowess Vegeta. You're mental fortitude, after everything you've been through- continue to go through-" You exhale loudly. You hold his face in your hands.

"You are the ultimate warrior. You always compare yourself to Goku but in my eyes you will always be more than he is." You thought you saw his eyes water, but he burrows his face into your neck before taking a deep breathe.

"Princess, I need you. I've wanted to conquer this body like the thousands of planets I've conquered in the name of the Saiyan Army. I want to watch you quiver underneath me as I take everything you have to offer- and much more." He growls out, showing his teeth. You whimper, once again getting wet at his words. He plays you like an instrument- and he's the maestro. You quickly pull off your clothing until you are naked under him. He admires your body quietly, before looking into your eyes.

"Fuck me Vegeta. Breed me like I'm yours." He bites his lip looking at you.

"You already are mine. I'll make sure to mold your body to mine, woman-" You bite down on his neck, as a form of chastising him.

"Don't call me woman-" You warn him softly. He groans in your ear and his hands roam your curves. His fingers find the peaks of each breast, twisting and rubbing with the pads of his fingers. Your hands wander across the planes of his body that are still covered by his blue training gear.

"What should I call you, Y/N?" He asks you softly, before taking your right nipple in his mouth.

"F-Fuck Vegeta. Please call me yours, call m-me princess~" He groans at your words, his arousal showing through his clothes. "Show everyone who I belong to-" You never felt so dirty in your life; pleading for a man to call you his, never in your life could you imagine the submissive turn this took. You want to take control back, so you flip yourself back on top. He looks up at you, biting his lip.

"Such a good princess for me. Pleasing your Prince like a good girl~" You growl at that, grinding down hard into the clear outline of his heavy cock. You begin to tug on the collar of his training gear.

"I'm gonna rip this off of you and ride you. I wanna be a good girl for my Prince." He smirks at that, before his eyes widen at the ripping sound his gear makes. You pull the tattered fabric off his body, nails lightly scraping the surface of his skin.

"So handsome, and strong. Perfect for protecting me~" You whisper in a sing sing voice, before kissing down his body. You start from his lips and work your way down. You can tell your bites and hickeys are already mostly healed, so you leave a couple more before kissing his pecs and lavishing his nipples in attention. He covers his mouth to muffle a moan, as he squeezes his eyes shut.

"Don't shy away from me now Vegeta. Let me hear you." You tell him, pulling his arm away. He pants at you, eyes wide.

"T-these damn sneak attacks!" You grin at his words.

"I'll show you a sneak attack-" You begin the sentence, before gripping his cock in your hand. Its girth is unimaginable, your hand barely closing around it. His length is above average, and you could already tell you would spend many days worshiping his cock if you could.

You slowly thrust your fist up and down his length, watching how his cock pulsed under your hand. You could tell there was something peculiar about it, like the small ridges near the head and the particularly thick vein on the underside. Your other hand goes to his balls, which seemed to have already been straining for attention.

He whimpers as you touch him, but swears as soon as your tongue touches his slit.

"Fuck~ just like that princess-" You moan around his cock, taking the head into your mouth and giving it small sucks and kitten licks.

"Such a good little Earth whore for her Saiyan Prince- f-fuck. Can't wait to fill you with my royal seed." You didn't realize Vegeta was so vocal during sex. You pull your mouth off him and sit on your haunches, slowly stroking your up and down his cock.

"W-why'd you stop?" He asks angrily, hair flicking to blonde for a moment. You hover over his body, before grinning.

"Let's put that mouth to good use-" You sit on his face looking down at him. You hear him inhale through his nose deeply, before he looks up at you, lust prominent in his eyes. You bite your lip before tugging on his hair, and in a moment his fingers latch onto your thighs, and his tongue takes a wide lick up your slit. You look into his eyes to see him staring at your face. His tongue continues to take wide licks, before it enters inside your pussy. He licks up the juice that leaks out of you, groaning under you. You moan out his name as he does so, and hear him muttering under you.

"Taste so good for your Prince. Such a good girl-" You moan out loud, before you have to use your left hand to hold yourself up. You stretch your right arm behind you, and grip his cock, before giving him a sloppy handjob. He grunts under you, before unhooking his left hand from your thighs and spreading you open. You caterwaul when his tongue finds your clit, swirling and giving it attention while he lets his thick middle finger stretch you out by entering in and out of you slowly.

"F-Fuck Vegeta." You knew you were being too loud, and were worried about an audience outside the door.

"That's right princess. Tell everyone who this pussy belongs too." The slurping noise he makes is whorish, and your mind instantly clears of all thought.

"Fuck-fuck-FUCK!" You begin to grind on his face, slick leaving you in waves.

"That's right Y/N. Tell me what you want-" He enters a second finger inside of you, the stretch delicious.

"Want to cum- need to cum so badly Vegeta! Please please please-" You beg him, your hand and body moving in tandem with one another.

"Gonna make this pretty pussy cum all over my tongue-" He mutters, grinning. You look down and see the predatory look in his eyes.

"Please Daddy- please let me cum~" You're just blabbing random words, brain short circuiting at the intense pleasure between the apex of your thighs.

"Daddy?" He grunts at that.

"Want me to be your daddy?" You don't answer him right away, but he gets a response out of you when he takes his mouth away from your pussy and bites down on the side of your thigh, canines breaking skin. You groan in pain, the pleasure being elevated by his roughness.

"Answer me princess." He demands, fingers still entering and exiting your body languidly.

"Y-yes Vegeta. Be my Daddy, my Prince. F-fuck. Just let me cum!" You beg him, tears in your eyes at the edging Vegeta put you through.

"What a good girl. Such a good girl for daddy-" His lips latch onto your little pearl, sucking and licking, with his canines bumping into the sensitive bundle of nerves. The attention serves to be too much, and your sight goes white. You cum on his face, but more than that you squirt a little. He continues to suck on your pussy, the twitching and wailing from the body above him not stopping his actions.

He licks up your mess, enjoying that all his senses are surrounded by you. When your body goes lax he releases you, laying you under him to continue his caressing and kissing on your body. He pays particular attention to the junction of your neck, where he leaves a deep bite. The bite snaps you out of your euphoric ride, eyes widened at the sudden pain. You must've made too much noise, because Vegeta covers your mouth with his hand, as he licks up the mark. You can already feel the skin begin to mend itself, as his Saiyan saliva speeds the healing process. His hand releases your mouth when you're no longer whimpering in pain.

"Now everyone will know who you belong to-" He grunts at you, his hands caressing your torso and the undersides of your breasts. You look into his eyes, panting at his attention.

"Fuck me." You tell him, touching him on his forearm. He grins at you, sharp canines stained with your blood.

"Excuse me?" He asks you, acting galled at your words. Without answering him, you push him to sit on his haunches between your thighs. As you do so, his eyes wander your body, his tongue reaching out between the seam of his lips to lick them. Your hand trails down your body, and as you begin to pant with need, you spread your pussy open, and his eyes widen at the sight of your slick leaking out.

"Fuck me, Saiyan." Your voice was authoritative, and without warning, Vegeta growls and pulls your thighs closer to him.

"With pleasure, princess." He pushes your legs all the way down, your knees bumping into your shoulders. You grab your legs by the backs of your knees, and he takes his cock in his hand and strokes your pussy. When his tip would bump into your clit you'd moan loudly and he'd chuckle at you, breathless.

"Look at you; your crumbling resolve left you cock hungry for the Prince of all Saiyans." He begins to push himself into you, the stretch of his cock nothing like the stretch from his fingers. You find yourself flinching at the intrusion, and Vegeta notices. He pushes himself all the way in slowly, before putting you both into a mating press. Your nipples were sensitive dragging against his chest. He looks into your eyes and whispers.

"You're doing great, sweetheart. Such a good princess for daddy-" His hand snakes between your bodies, and begins to rub your clit as he begins to move. The minor pain from the girth of him begins to ebb away, and pleasure begins to take its place.

"F-fuck Vegeta. So b-big." He chuckles, before groaning.

"Princess. You're so fucking tight. Gonna fuck this pussy good. 'N make you squirt again." He mumbles out, words slurred by the feeling of your pussy squeezing him. You whimper at his words, beginning to grind into his cock as he moves.

"H-harder Daddy. Fuck me good. P-Please-" You beg, almost weeping with tears running down your cheeks. . He wipes your tears before using both hands to brace himself onto the bed.

"Anything for you." He says passionately. It struck a cord in you, the sincerity of his words making you gaze at him with love. The intensity of your coupling is one you've never experienced, and your body and soul feel overstimulated by everything Vegeta. His thrusts are strong, and your legs slip out of your hold as you grip the bedsheets under you, needing something to ground yourself.

Your legs wrap around his hips, and the heel of your foot bumps into the patch of fur at the small of his waist where his tail used to be. He moans out, his voice loud. You notice him blushing as he looks into your eyes. His thrusts go harder, and he grabs both your hands to lock his fingers with yours.

"Just like that princess- fuck." He grunts. You reach up to lock your lips together. Your bodies have become one at this point, with a feeling of oneness you had never felt in your life. You begin to purposefully rub the heel of your foot into the patch of fur, as you near your release. After a couple strokes of your foot, he shouts into your mouth, cumming into your pussy.

The twitching of his cock triggers your release, and you cum around his cock. You stay together for a moment, tongues languidly rubbing against eachother. He pulls away softly, panting. He begins to pull himself up, to watch where you are both connected. He groans again.

"Look at you princess. Creamed around my cock. Such a messy girl-" Your pussy twitches and he bites his lip. His eyes flicker teal for a moment.

"Don't tempt me to ravage you again, (Y/N)." You grin at him, acting coy.

"Sorry my Prince." He smiles softly at you, pushing hair away from your face. He then pulls out, and you whimper at the feeling of cum leaking out of you. He pushes his fingers into you, scooping up his seed and filling you back up.

"None of my seed should go to waste. You're the perfect mate." He growls possessively.

"Is that so?" You ask him. He nods. After a couple minutes of silence, he pulls his fingers out slowly, and you moan softly. He chuckles at the sound, before going into his bathroom. He closes the door for two minutes. You sigh, turning yourself so your laying on your side, leaning your head on your hand. You watch the door, eyebrows jumping when you hear a bang and a muffled "shit" through the door. Not a moment later, Vegeta leaves the bathroom with boxers on and a damp hand towel in his grip. He comes towards you, and slowly pulls you into his lap.

"What's all this?" You ask him softly, voice hardly louder than a whisper.

"After a Saiyan mating bite, the male is supposed to take care of the female. I'm going to clean you up and take care of you." His voice has mellowed out, with a softness which you haven't ever heard from Vegeta.

"Mating bite?" You ask curiously. Vegeta slowly wipes your neck, before moving to the apex of your thighs, cleaning your combines releases from you.

"Saiyans don't normally mate for life, but when we do we bite each other. Some scars, like mating bites, don't heal and we use them as markers of possession. Its to make sure female Saiyans don't get taken advantage of. It also helps mix our scents." You hum softly, eyes fluttering closed at his gentle strokes on your weak body.

"So I am yours?" You ask gently. He hums, before his other hand goes to stroke your hair.

"For life." Your eyes widen as you look at him. He looks nervously at your face. You pout and huff angrily. He flinches at your anger, and before he could apologize you cut him off.

"Well that's not fair. How am I supposed to mark you back?" His eyes widen.

"You're.. not upset at me?" You smile up at him, taking his cheek in your hand and rubbing it with your thumb.

"Out of all the people on this planet I'm the only one who can handle you most of the time. If that isn't an admission of love I really can't think of one-" You get pulled into a hug, and you hear him sigh sadly. You rub his back up and down.

"Listen Vegeta, I meant those words I said before. I really do admire you, and I do want to stick by your side. I mean, a warning would have been nice-" You say jokingly. He huffs a laugh. "But I really love being with you." You pull him away from you, and you see a small tear in his eye. You pull him forward and kiss his forehead.

"But never call me woman again!" You tell him warningly. He laughs out loud at that, and smiles widely.

"Alright, princess." You both lay back down, cuddling and spending the rest of your day in bed, ignoring the outside world.

END

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BONUS:

"Vegeta isn't answering his phone-" Goku says worryingly to Bulma, who he bumped into while looking for the missing Saiyan.

"Yeah, he was busy." Bulma answers, before a full body shiver goes through her. Goku looks at her worried.

"Are you sick Bulma? And Vegeta knows we are training today-" Bulma snaps her fingers in his face.

"Goku, he's with (Y/N)." Goku looks at her confused.

"Are they training?" He asks innocently.

"Horizontally." Bulma says chuckling, before walking away. Goku looks down and thinks.

"Is that a better way to train?" He asks himself.

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Staring at the Sun / Adam x Lute Chapter 4

Summary: After the battle, Lute attempts to flee with Adam. They find themselves unable to return to Heaven and must adjust to life in Hell.

AN: Welcome to chapter 4! Hope y'all enjoy! I've loved and appreciated each and every comment/reblog/like! Thank you all so much!

Warnings: Violence, gore, 18+ eventually, Adam-typical misogyny eventually

Chapter 3

Chapter 5

It took a few more days of rest before Adam could even get out of bed without worry of his intestines falling out of his body. Lute sat by as an ever-loyal bodyguard, even when Adam told her she should go rest.

Even when she did find herself dozing, she typically was awakened by a shooting pain up her non-existent left arm. Phantom pains, she had learned, forever reminded her of what she had lost.

The last few days of Adam being awake had been some of the best days Lute could recall, ironically enough. Most of the days had been spent entertaining Adam as he whined about his incapacitated state. Charlie had brought them a deck of cards and Adam had taught Lute how to play Gin Rummy.

Besides Charlie and Vaggie, the only other hotel occupant the pair had come in contact with those few days was a one-eyed black and white cat. Lute had been resistant at first to let it stay in the room (even less so when Adam had remarked that the cat reminded him of her) but eventually, Lute lost the battle.

The cat, which they later learned was named Keekee, had a habit of snuggling up against Adam in a way that almost made Lute jealous. Lute, jealous of a cat? The cat would give loud purrs and bump her head against Adam’s side until he gave her pets and chin scratches.

As long as Lute could remember, Adam had always had a certain softness for animals; this one-eyed freaky animal was no different.

The pair also spent their days planning how to return to heaven. The embassy would be their first in an attempt to get Heaven’s attention. There was a good chance no one knew they had survived the battle and fall. Adam was more optimistic than Lute; he hadn’t seen the portal to Heaven close in an almost deliberate manner the way she had. She wouldn’t tell him that, though, and ruin his hopeful plans.

Lute had not yet gotten a feel for their status in the hote (prisoners? Begrudging guests?)l. Charlie treated them as though they were transient guests, only around for a vacation. Vaggie was…well, Vaggie. And the shadow creature that had engulfed Lute on that first day hadn’t made an appearance again. However, Lute doubted they would just be allowed to walk out of the hotel without running into any issues.

Her thoughts were distracted as Adam pulled himself to the edge of the bed, gripping his abdomen tightly.

“What do you think you’re doing?”

“Getting out of this fucking bed and trying to stop being a fucking invalid.” He answered, groaning in pain. Bandages were still wrapped around his chest and abdomen, hiding most of his torso from view, but Lute could still glimpse the trail of dark hair that made a trail down into his sweatpants.

Adam wasn’t necessarily the most fit in heaven, his stomach soft and his muscles hidden. But Lute knew him to be much stronger than he looked, and there were many a day he spent training with the Exorcists. However, she also knew she could beat him in training any day of the week.

At least she could before she had lost her arm.

“Can you hand me a shirt?” He asked, his breathing slow and controlled in an attempt to reign in his pain. Lute walked over to the dresser that Charlie had stocked full of clothes, the shirts picked for Adam being band tees. Lute picked up the top one ( Vacay to Bonetown by Versosika Mayday) and gave it to Adam. He grabbed the shirt and pulled it on slowly, grunting as he did so.

Adam looked down at the band tee on his body and smirked. “Nice.”

Lute rolled her eyes and moved to help him stand by throwing one of his arms over her good shoulder. He must have been in a lot of pain because he did not put up a fight. She could feel the shirt she was wearing begin to ride up. As expected, she and Vaggie wore similar sizes and so she had been given some of Vaggie’s clothes since her own were covered in blood. Of course, everything Vaggie owned only covered up a fraction of her skin, leaving Lute feeling very exposed.

“Oh my Satan, Adam you’re up and moving!” Exclaimed Princess of Hell herself, standing in the doorway. She clapped her hand, a dumb excited look on her face. Vaggie was not with her. Surprise. “You guys are just in time for our activity today!”

Adam eyed her warily, his face looking paler than it had been before standing. Lute felt him sway against her unsteadily so she pushed more of her body weight into his side. “You know we’re not fucking guests here, right babe?”

Charlie continued to grin. “Well I mean you’re staying here and eating our food and using our stuff, totally cool with me by the way, and sometimes a spade is just a spade.”

She crossed the room and mirrored Lute, putting an arm under Adam to give him more support to stand. “And I think an activity would be perfect than just spending your day in this boring old room.”

That was how Lute and Adam found themselves in the hotel lobby, eyeing the other occupants from the other side of the couch. The only occupants who seemed comfortable crossing the unspoken line between the groups were Charlie (as expected) and Keekee, who rubbed her body against Adam’s leg.

Charlie glanced around the room, a trying smile on her face as she sensed the hatred of all parties involved. “How about we go around the room and introduce each other before our activity? Ooh and a fun fact! I’ll go first!”

Charlie cleared her throat and clapped. “My Name is Charlie and my favorite color is red!”

She looked over at Vaggie, who stood beside her and grabbed her hand. She loudly whispered, “Your turn.”

Vaggie gave her a soft smile. “My name is Vaggie and I like 80s rock.”

It was silent for only a few seconds before Adam chose to speak. “My name is Adam and I think this is fucking stupid.”

Lute looked over at Adam, and she saw him immediately put on his mask of bravado and masculinity that he typically chose to wear in Heaven. Vaggie bristled. “Hey Asshole—”

The spider demon raised up the top set of his hands and stood from the couch. His chest was pushed out and the second set of his arms were on either side of his hips. “No no, my turn. My name is Angel Dust and we all hoped you fucking died.”

Lute immediately bristled and pulled out the concealed fork she had hidden for the first sign of trouble. She jumped from the couch, fork pointed directly at the spider demon. Angel Dust looked down at the weapon and smirked. “What are you going to do, fork me to death?”

“It’s more than you deserve, Porn Demon.”

“Porn Demon? Is that what they’re calling me in heaven? Like a fucking overlord, I’ll take it” Angel Dust replied, laughing at the title. He winked at Lute, who sneered in response. Charlie jumped between Lute and Angel Dust, her hand placed on Angel’s chest.

“Why don’t we try and be civil and finish introductions?”

“Hard to be civil with fuckers who tried to exterminate us,” The cat demon whispered, taking a sip of the liquor bottle he held.

“Husk, not helping!” Vaggie exclaimed. “Lute, put the fucking fork down.”

Lute narrowed her eyes at the fallen angel. “Fucking make me, bitch.”

Vaggie came closer, her eyes trained on the fork. Before she could respond, however, shadow tendrils popped up from seemingly nowhere and wrapped around Lute’s wrist, releasing the fork from her grasp. That same heat-sucking feeling came over her, and Lute was taken back to the experience that first day in which was gasping for breath as though she were drowning in the shadows.

“Now, now, let’s all play nice.” The Radio Demon said, revealing himself from a shadowy area of the hotel. His static voice was unnerving, and Lute could feel the shadows tightening around her legs as well, leaving her immobilized. Even the other hotel guests shivered at the chill in the air courtesy of the Radio Demon.

“Let her fucking go!” Adam exclaimed, leaping from the couch despite his wounds. He extended his wings, something he hadn’t done since being injured, and furled them around himself and Lute. The shadow creatures seemed to recoil from the wings as they quickly released their grip upon her. Lute found her back to Adam’s chest, as his wings held her close to him.

The Radio Demon’s eyes narrowed, though the smile never left his features. The other hotel occupants, in Adam’s show of strength, had jumped back from the pair, lest they be hit with a wing.

“Alastor, Adam! Stand down,” Charlie exclaimed, her voice lower and more threatening than Lute had ever heard. Her patience seemed to be hanging by a thread and her eyes had taken on a reddish hue, similar to how they looked the day of the extermination. Adam refused to back down and continued to stare down the Radio Demon. Lute looked up at him to see his golden shining with fire.

Lute was so close to him that she could feel his heart beat quickly in his chest. She felt the rise and fall of his diaphragm. And she could also feel something wet seeping from his abdomen. Fucking dumbass had opened his stitches again.

“Alastor,” Charlie warned once more. He looked at her and sighed before calling back his shadows. The warmth returned to the room and a collective sigh of relief was taken. Adam still had yet to unfurl his wings.

“Adam?” Charlie asked, her tone softer than the one she had used with the Radio Demon. He looked down at Lute as if asking for permission. She stared back before nodding. Adam unfurled his wings and let them once again hang behind his back. Lute touched his shirt, the word Bonetown covered in golden blood.

He looked down at her fingers on his abdomen. “Shit.”

“Hm, looks like you’ve made a mess. I’m sure Niffty would love to help out.” Alastor as he picked at his fingernails, his smile never leaving his face. As if being summoned, a small one-eyed demon appeared in a red dress.

“A mess?” She exclaimed, running towards Adam at lightning speed. He let out a rather shrill scream and it was by sheer luck that Lute was able to catch the little creature before it made contact with Adam.

“Keep that little monster away from me!” He yelled. The demon, Niffty, had been the one to deliver the stabs to Adam that almost left him dead. Lute heard two demons laugh (Angel Dust and Husk?) at the sight. Adam jumped back up on the couch, further causing his stitches to pop, leading to more golden blood soaking into his shirt. Niffty struggled in Lute’s grasp, who held her at arm's length, as she tried to escape to get closer to Adam.

“THE MESS!” Niffty screamed, clawing against Lute’s grip. Alastor stood back and took in the chaos. Charlie frantically looked around the room as her group activity descended into madness.

“Alastor are you fucking kidding me,” Vaggie exclaimed, finger pointed at the Radio Demon. Angel Dust and Husk continued to laugh. Tears were streaming down from Angel’s face, which he wiped away with his second pair of hands.

“What? There was a mess and I told our dearest maid about it.” Alastor shrugged.

“Scared of a harmless little thing like Niffty,” Angel laughed, walking towards Lute and Niffty. He grabbed the struggling Niffty from Lute’s grasp.

“That’s it!” A low voice exclaimed. The lights flickered and the room temperature dropped 10 degrees. All occupants looked at the source of the voice and found it to be Charlie, her eyes red with rage and horns having grown out of her head. “Angel, Niffty go to the bar, the garden, or wherever! Just go! You’re not helping the situation. And Alastor, I don’t care where you go, just stay away from Adam.”

“And Lute, take Adam upstairs and fix his stitches! I will not have Heaven come down on us again because we let him get an infection. Husk, fix me a drink. Please.” Charlie continued, the voice becoming closer to her normal tone on the ‘please’. The occupants in the room looked at her in disbelief aside from Alastor, who could do nothing but laugh maniacally.

“Our dearest Charlie, growing a backbone,” The Radio Demon laughed before disappearing into a swirl of shadows.

“Uh, come on Niff, let’s go see if we can find some bugs for you to kill in the garden,” Angel said sheepishly, still holding the one-eyed demon in his hands. Niffty nodded her head enthusiastically.

“Roaches,” She exclaimed as the pair left the room.

Husk moved to the bar and began fixing Charlie what appeared to be a very strong drink. Vaggie seemed to be going over breathing exercises with Charlie to further make sense of the situation. Sensing the need for a hasty departure, Lute turned to Adam and held out her hand.

“Let’s get you patched up,” She said, giving him a sharp look that indicated “no arguing”. Still shaken by the one-eyed demon that had almost caused his demise, Adam nodded.

“Uh yeah, fuck that fucking hurts.” He said, taking her hand and stepping down from the couch. The pair walked slowly back to their room (their room, since when had it been “their” room?), Adam put more weight upon Lute with each step. Once they made it back to the room, Adam collapsed into the chair beside the bed and let out a long sigh. The bleeding from his abdomen seemed to have stopped but she would still need to recheck his stitches.

“Shirt off,” Lute said, grabbing at the first-aid kit that Charlie had left for them to change bandages.

Adam wolf-whistled, though it was half-hearted as he hissed in pain at the effort. “If you wanted me naked, all you had to do was ask nicely.”

Lute rolled her eyes and grabbed the alcohol, gauze, and suture kit. Adam slowly removed his shirt, revealing the soaked-through bandages on his skin. His forehead glistened with sweat and his breathing was going at a much quicker pace than she would have liked. Lute frowned and began to remove his bandages.

“Sit up,” She said, looking over the damage. Adam looked at her with an odd look in his eye before smirking. “Yes, ma’am.”

She rolled her eyes once again and began to slowly remove the blood-soaked bandages. Once they were removed, she was able to get a good look at his chest. While much of the tissue had begun to scar over, some of the deeper wounds still looked as though they had a good ways to go and wept golden blood and serous fluid.

Lute handed Adam the gauze to hold in his hand. She grabbed the bottle of alcohol and opened it with her teeth. She was adapting to life with only one arm, as slow as it might be. She poured the alcohol on the gauze Adam held, grabbed it from him, and began to pat his chest to sterilize the area.

“Fucking cunt,” Adam hissed, his body braced in pain.

“It will be worse before it gets better,” Lute said, putting down the gauze and picking up the needle and thread. “It’s not terrible, most of the deep stuff seems to have closed.”

Lute examined the wound further and decided on a subcuticular stitch. Like she had said, most of the deeper layers seemed to have closed leaving only the dermis and epidermis to be closed. A subcuticular stitch was typically more aesthetic and would scar less. It also was easier for her to do one-handed, as she didn’t have to worry about the constant restarting that an interrupted stitch would require. A subcuticular was a favorite of some of the more appearance-conscious exorcists.

“Hold still,” She said, beginning to place her stitch. Only one of the gashes, the biggest one, had reopened, so she only had to worry about one.

“Fuck,” Adam replied, gripping the sides of the chair with pale knuckles. He bit his lip to hold back a scream.

“Fucking shit Lute, how do you know how to do this,” Adam asked, trying to focus on anything but the fact that Lute was actively sticking a needle into his skin. Lute laughed, continuing her stitch.

“Training. It doesn’t happen often and not whenever you were there, but sometimes someone would get a lac that didn’t automatically heal with heaven’s magic. Sutures just expedited the process.”

“Fuck, you guys were going that hard at training?” Adam breathed out. “ How in the shit balls did I miss that?”

Lute shrugged. “Easy to hide when we didn’t want you to find out how weak we were. A lot of the girls just wouldn’t make a fuss until after training when you had left.”

“Hm,” Was Adam’s reply. He appeared to be in deep thought. He had held that expression more often recently, ever since they had been stranded in Hell.

“Done,” Lute said, finishing off the stitch by throwing a few one-handed ties to keep it in place. Adam looked down.

“Fucking shit, that looks great!” He exclaimed, running a soft hand over the scar. While it still bore the prior stitch scars, Lute had stitched and pulled the laceration together in a way so that the pieces of skin came together smoothly with no visible scar lines aside from the knot.

Lute only smiled and sat on the bed so that she looked at Adam head-on. “What’s our plan, Sir?”

“Don’t fucking ‘Sir’ me Lute, we’re past that.”

“Alright, what’s our plan then, Adam?”

Adam nodded and thought for a few seconds. “I think I need a week or two. I hate to fucking say it but there’s no way either of us is going to make it to the Embassy right now. “

“I could fly,” Lute offered. Adam shook his head.

“And risk someone finding out there are two angels still roaming around? Absolutely not. We need to be smart about this.”

Lute nodded. Adam ran a hand through his hair. “I think we should lay low. Do whatever fucking Hell Princess wants. Play nice. Get on her good side. And then maybe she can make getting to the Embassy easy for us.”

Lute frowned. “And you think Hell Princess is just going to let us leave and waltz our way to the Embassy?”

“No, not without good reason. But she still believes in her stupid ass redemption plan. And what better way to kickstart that plan than to get back on Heaven’s good side by helping save two angels?’

“I mean, it could work,” Lute said, unsure of the plan. But, she trusted Adam. And she would follow whatever plan or scheme he came up with. She would follow him to the end if he asked it of her. She almost had.

“Trust me, Danger tits,” Adam said, holding a fist out at her. Lute looked at it before sighing and returning his fist bump.

“Fuck yeah, that’s what I’m talking about!” He exclaimed. Lute rolled her eyes once more.

“Get back to bed. If you pop those stitches, I’m leaving you to bleed out and rot.”

Adam sent her a mischievous look. “Yeah, yeah, yeah, I hear you loud and clear.”

Adam returned to bed and was immediately taken by a nap, the events of the day finally catching up with him. Lute stayed awake, however, as she always did. They were so close. So close to returning to Heaven that she could almost taste it.

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that-foul-legacy-lover · 6 months

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Just watched a scary movie at the theater and now I'm imagining Foul Legacy holding me to "protect" me (all while Childe is teasing me because I fully admit to being a wimp-)

not gonna lie, i think you and Foul Legacy might be clinging to each other because he also hates being startled

yes, Legacy hugs you tight and lets you bury your face in his fluff- but he also hides in your hair so he doesn't have to watch the screen. whenever there's a loud noise or a jumpscare his fur suddenly poofs up like a startled cat!! he doesn't like watching scary things, yet he can't look away, his crystalline eye wide in anticipation- he always wants to find out how the story concludes, no matter how frightening. but if you're extremely scared, then his own fear dissipates a little, replaced by protectiveness as he hugs you close and purrs reassuringly, the soothing sound helping your jumpiness ease a little

Legacy will hold you particularly tightly for a few nights after that- or if you don't feel safe in your bed, he'll invite you to snuggle down in his blanket nest, your ear pressed against his chest so you can hear each of his deep breaths. if you're alright with it, he'll partially lay on top of you, acting like a warm weighted moth blankets and grounding you to reality if you're frightened. you're not the only one who's a little on edge for the next few days- Legacy jumps and starts at any sudden sound, fur and hair ruffling into a cloud of fuzz that you have to carefully brush back down again. he'll nuzzle against you, chittering insistently like he's protecting you, but really you're both protecting each other from your overactive imaginations

Childe, on the other hand, thinks it's hilarious, and starts dying of laughter when you tell him how jumpy his Abyssal side can be

#genshin impact #childe #tartaglia #foul legacy #foul legacy childe #genshin tartagalia #genshin childe #genshin tartaglia #chit chat #anon #ME TOO ANON. ME TOO #i cannot handle jumpscares. i hate em. every single one of em #when it comes to horror i prefer horror through atmosphere and music #like little nightmares. that's one of my favorite horror games #short scenario #other's stuff

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winterwhisperz-blog · 11 months

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hi there! can i ask for headcanons of the touchstarved lis reacting to a mc serenading or singing a love song to them? thought it’d be cute!

EEEEE Omg yes tysm for the ask!! This was such a fun prompt to write 😭

I ended up uhh, accidentally making these more like one-shots rather than just headcanons—so I’ll have to split these up into parts. The first batch is Ais and Leander so I hope you enjoy them !!

Warnings: None really, characters just might be a accidentally a bit ooc.

Notes: Gender-neutral MC, fluff.

Alright les get into it !!

How The LI Would React Fo An Mc Who serenades them/sings them a love song

Ais

Okay okay okay okay- so, this is my first vision.

Bear with me as I attempt to articulate this.

You and Ais have just left a night at the tavern, where the conversation of love novels and plays was brought up. The chilly air of twilight is fading into a grey, murky morning. You both are a bit wasted, (if you don’t drink, then blame this on literally getting no sleep.) and as the earlier conversation resurfaces in your mind, you make a comment about how you’d do all those dramatic theatrics far better than those characters in the books.

And since this is with Ais, who imo probably takes anything as a challenge, smirks at this comment, his red eyes piercing the hazy fog of dawn.

“Oh yeah? Are you going to sing for me, Sparrow?”

Chuckling, you give a lazy shrug. “Sparrows are song birds, right?”

He quirks a brow, grin widening as he evidently waits for your promised performance. But your head is pounding with exhaustion, and when you open your mouth to sing, a loud, eye watering yawn is the only thing to come out.

You wobble on your feet, knocking lightly into Ais’ chest, somehow still warm even in the cold air. You feel his laugh before hearing it. “Hmm, maybe later. Let’s get you home first.”

And even though forgetting what happened after Ais guided you home and helped you to bed—you awoke, your mind ringing with your earlier promise. And since I’m guessing this MC is a theater kid, you aren’t going to rest until you fulfill your claim of being better than those sucky, frog croaking characters in those books.

So throwing on your clothes, you get the instrument of your choice, spend the rest of the day rehearsing, get some flowers and head over to Ais’ place when evening closes on the horizon.

Ais can only be explained as being utterly amused when seeing you dramatically throw open the doors and toss him the flowers. You see him about to make a comment, and put a finger on his lips, shushing him.

Your performance is obviously, extraordinary. The words slip from your lips with ease, a smile brightening your eyes when watching Ais’ adoring expressions.

ALRIGHT

that was my first vision— now for an Mc that’s a bit more timid, and less likely to do the previous performance—

I can see you kneeling on the floor of Ais’ place, Princess snuggled up on your lap as you sing a little tune you’ve been making up for the past few days.

Bandaged up fingers gently petting her head as she lets out a few soulless style purrs of contentment.

Ais overhears this, taking a few moments to take in the sight cause OMG THATS HIS FAVORITE PERSON SINGING TO HIS PET

But once you seem to be done, singing drifting to a low humming, the sound of his footsteps snap your eyes upward, where you see his usual smirk playing on his lips. “Didn’t know you could sing.”

A flash of embarrassment spreads across your chest—you aren’t used to people hearing you. You keep your eyes on Princess, clearing your throat and trying to respond but getting a bit tongue-tied. You end up muttering, “You weren’t supposed to hear that.”

His lets out an amused breath, and settles down next to you. For a few quiet moments you both give Princess MUCH DESERVED attention, before Ais lets out a little whistle that perks her up, stretching before leaving your lap. Before you can even protest, Ais replaces her weight, plopping his head in the center of your lap. Eyes closed contently, a smile twitching as you let out an annoyed huff.

“My turn.” Is the only thing he says, leaving no room for arguments as he makes himself quite comfortable.

And even though you pretend to be annoyed, it’s honestly really cute. With a roll of your eyes, you start combing your fingers through his hair. “Why do I put up with you?”

“Mmm, because I introduced you to Princess.”

“Ah, there it is.”

With a fond laugh, you end up singing the same tune to Ais, warmth blooming in your chest as you watch as the tension melts from his shoulders.

AWWWWW

ALR

So there was Ais. NOW

UNTO LEANDER

Leander

We’ll start at the Wet Wick, it’s a night full of laughter, dancing, and chaos. It didn’t take the crowd much convincing to get out the instruments and break into drunken songs and shanties. The bartender frantically swipes cups and mugs off the counter as piles of boots stamp across the wood, stomping to the bustling rhythm.

Leander is talking with the Bartender, trying to calm them down as they gesture to the rowdy bunch messing up the tavern. Seeing his stress, you try to find a way to keep the energy, but douse it enough so the crowd doesn’t end up bringing down the roof.

You grab the nearest instrument, climb unto a table, and clear your throat. It’s been long enough that you’ve already gotten most of the Bloodhounds respect, so the mere sound gets the majority to quiet—the scattered noise snuffing out as they get harshly shushed.

All eyes on you, especially the toxic green of Leander’s, you feel your confidence flicker for a moment before you straighten your back and try out a few tunes on your instrument. Mustering up your best confident smile, you dramatically gesture to Leander, who looks curious, amused, and definitely a bit confused.

“I would like to dedicate this song to our dear Leander, and—“ You shoot a glance at the Bartender and wink. “And our lovely, ever so gracious, patient host.”

The crowd laughs, lifting up their drinks with encouraging smiles. The bartender massages their temples, though you spot a hint of a grateful smile before you dive into the corniest, sappiest love song known to man.

****

ALR

Now again, unto an mc who’s a bit more shy.

It’s been a long day, and it shows on the both of you. Though Leander’s eyes always look like he hasn’t once slept in his entire life, you can tell by how slow he moves that he’s more exhausted than usual. He leads you to your room, stopping at the door to unwrap your bandages, pressing a kiss to your knuckles.

You almost want to ask him to stay this time, in hopes you can get him to sleep. At least for a few minutes. But when you open your mouth, you feel the words die on your tongue. It ends like every other time, you say goodnight, he leaves—begrudgingly—and you go inside your room regretting not saying anything.

But this time, as you’re washing the dirt of the day off your face, you keep thinking about him, how tried he looked—nope, you gotta find a way to get that man to sleep.

Drying off your face, you slide your door open and start your search for Leander. The tavern is buzzing with the usual energy, but he’s not among the crowd. Carefully avoiding everyone, you slip behind the counter and into the back.

(I have like, no idea what the back looks like—but for the snippet, I’m guessing it’s some kinda kitchen.)

You see him, his large figure shadowed by the dim light. You can hear a faint humming as he sluggishly cleans off grime from one of the counters. Taking no notice of you yet, you inch closer, listening as the humming turns to quiet lyrics.

It’s a love song you know, sounding deeper, almost solemn in the tone of his voice. It’s calming, soothing, though it makes you feel a little sad.

You walk closer, closer—until you bend over his shoulder, chiming in with a more cheerful take on the song. He flinches, head whipping round—eyes widening in shock before softening at your face.

“Oh, Mc, I thought you went to bed.”

You shrug, “Can’t sleep.”

His brows furrow in concern, tired eyes looking over yours. Before he can say anything though, and before you can lose your confidence, you plunge for the first words to come to mind. “Not without you.”

His eyes widen again, blinking.

That…did not sound nearly as subtle as you had hoped.

Heat rushing to your cheeks, you plow on. “I—mean you just, look really tired. And I’ve never really seen you sleep before—not like I would’ve watched you or anything. But look, everyone needs to sleep at least a little. So I was wondering if you would be okay with coming to my room tonight. Does that sound weird? I didn’t mean for it to sound weird—“

Leander’s laugh helps ease your embarrassment a bit, and he reaches for your hands, eyes glinting with adoration. “Well if you’re the one inviting me, how can I say no?”

If you knew it would’ve been that easy, you would’ve asked a lot sooner.

When Leander settles next to you, you reach for him and guide his head to rest over your chest, fingers stringing through his hair as you try to soothe the tension still in tightening his shoulders. You don’t ignore how frozen he feels, or how his heartbeat never slows enough to ease into sleep.

You kiss the top of his head, softly singing the song from earlier. Hoping it will help.

The night stretches on, and though your efforts put him at ease, you fell asleep before he ever did. His eyes only flickering closed for a few precious moments before he jolts awake. Leaving in the morning before you can worry over him again.

TA DAAAAA!

I’m so sorry those turned out to be long 😭 next time I do headcanons I’ll make sure to make them actual headcanons— but yes! Thank you so much for the ask !! The next batch will feature the rest of the LI and I’ll try to make them shorter.

For now though, I hope you have a wonderful day, find a heart shaped cloud, play your favorite game and that your pillow is cold on both sides! 🫶

#touchstarved #touchstarved leander #touchstarved headcanons #touchstarved x reader #touchstarved game #writing #answered asks #thanks for the ask!#touchstarved ais #virtual novel

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littlehypnone · 3 months

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hi hello, i’m interested in your writing 😌

a simple request, if you wish:

Small Cumulus just having a snuggle day with her favorite ghoul/s (whoever you’d like). Something cutesy

i am cumulus and desperately need cuddles with ghouls

hi!!! sorry it's a little short but ngl im always scared of writing ghoulettes ahdgadsf i hope you still like it <3

477 words, no cws just cutesy as requested, little cumulus, cg mama cirrus, cg dada mountain

“Mama?” Cumulus spoke quietly from where she was nestled against Cirrus’ side. They haven’t been doing much all day—naming it their snuggle day. Cumulus drops rarely, but when she does she needs to be cuddled and comforted, even if nothing bad has happened. Cirrus was always her go-to person for that, and her gentle loving aura never failed to make the little ghoulette slip comfortably a bit further down.

“Yes, cloudie?” Cirrus was running her fingers through the storm of blond curls, making Cumulus purr deep in her chest.

“Can we invite Dada?” she asked, having their resident earth ghoul in mind.

“Of course we can! I’ll call him, alright?” The little ghoulette nodded and chirped, waiting. Cirrus called Mountain and soon enough there was a knock on their bedroom’s door. “Come in!”

The door squeaked and opened, big antlers showing up first. “Hello there, ladies. How is my sweet girl doing?”

“Dada!” Cumulus giggled and sat up, making grabby hands in the earth ghoul’s direction. “I’s snuggle day!”

“Is that so?” Mountain smiled and made his way over to the bed. “Does that mean I can get snuggles too?”

“All snuggles!” When the ghoul was close enough for Cumulus to reach out and grab his hand, she pulled—not with much force—and made him crawl into their nest.

“Well, how do you want me, sweet girl?” The ghoulette furrowed her brows in thought, looking back and forth between Mountain and Cirrus. Neither of them hurried her, there was no need. At last, her eyes widened and a grin returned to her face.

“Here,” Cumulus said, pointing at the middle of the bed, by the headboard. Mountain shuffled over and got into position, checking in to make sure he was right when Cumulus wanted him. She gave him a confident nod and laid down with her head on his chest, curling into his side.

“What about me, cloudie?” Cirrus giggled, running a hand over the little ghoulette’s arm.

“Snuggle from there!” Cumulus announced. The other chuckled and curled around Cumulus’ back, squeezing her in a way she knew she loved.

“Good?” Mountain asked, as if Cumulus wasn’t purring up a storm.

“Good,” she confirmed and nuzzled her nose into the earth ghoul’s chest. It was quiet for a moment—apart from three loud purrs—and both Mountain and Cirrus thought Cumulus had fallen asleep at some point. They both kept gently stroking her hair the way she loved best and even they got a bit sleepy.

Cumulus squirmed again at some point, though, mumbling something not very understandable at first. She yawned, then, and spoke again, “Love snuggle day. Best with Mama an’ Dada.”

“We love snuggle days with you, too, sweet girl,” Mountain whispered, leaning down to press a kiss to the little ghoulettes forehead.

“We love you, cloudie,” Cirrus added.

“Mhmmm…” Cumulus hummed, half asleep already, “love M’n’Da…”

#hypno writes #little ghouls #age regression #little cumulus #cg cirrus #cg mountain

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Comfort (P4)

The Finale. Feeding a hungry Incubus. Incubus!Miguel x M!Reader

‘Tell me your thoughts…’ Miguel’s words were a whispered breath, ghosting across your own lips. All aspects of his inhuman nature had returned. You could feel his tail wrapped firmly around your waist as you lay sprawled across his broad chest, he was very warm and you could feel just how eager he was, pressing against you. ‘Tell me your dreams, your desires… Let me make them come alive… Treat me well, and I will treat you so much better…’ You nipped softly on his lower lip, to tease, and the rumbling growl that echoed in his chest made your heart race harder. One of his clawed hands ran softly through your hair, down your neck and along your spine. His very touch stirred warmth in you, and a shivering breath tore itself from you. There was no getting around the inevitability of where this would end up. Miguel was hungering, and you could only feed him with the primal carnality he demanded. No amount of snuggling together on the sofa or deep confessions of love were going to sate his hunger- ‘You’re afraid of me...? Or… What you have to do…?’ His hungry gaze softened. ‘If you don’t want to, I understand. I can go out into the world and… But your heart beats so fast, your very energy tugs towards me, and I had hoped so much to be able to be with the man I have grown very fond of.’

You swallowed at his reading, the truth of it could not be ignored. As much as you wanted to ask him to have you on every flat surface in the house, you would give him more than a simple feeding- you wanted to give him a whole feast to devour. But some part of your brain screeched in terror and hesitation. Perhaps it had been the ones who had mocked you, for preferring the company of men, perhaps it was the expectations of society- Miguel’s eyes were flitting over your face again, his other hand cupping the back of your head as a soft whine escaped him. ‘I can feel it; don’t worry. I’m not a monster.’ You felt him shift underneath you, adjusting his posture to get comfortable. In doing so, he moved your entire weight effortlessly, and you blushed at how hard he was pressing up into you. ‘So… I need to help you relax, mm?’ He blew a soft kiss before winking slyly. ‘Te amo… Te amo, mi cariño...’ He let his voice slip into a low purr as he spoke, his tone soft and soothing, the soft stroke of his fingers along your back and through your hair. He made the tension melt out of you, set your fears at ease. ‘Sex isn’t just about chasing the end. It’s so much more than that… It’s about sharing passion, energy, and love. Two people coming together in utter adoration for each other, exploring limits and finding the power of beauty and pass-…’ He paused, gaze flicking in thought as he hummed and looked back to you. ‘… Ughhh… I’m starting to sound like Gabri, beauty and all…’ He stroked a hand through your hair, smiling enough to allow his fangs to peep out. ‘You’re smiling and you’ve melted on me like butter on a frying pan. So, what do you say I make you melt in bed and we can explore that passion and energy sharing together….?’ He pushed himself up with one hand, leaving you in his lap and leaned in enough to draw you into a deep kiss, you whimpered into his mouth as his other hand ran further down your spine, slipping beneath leggings to grope at your ass. His clawed nails vanished as he curled one finger inside you, crooking hard enough that you bucked up into him with a loud whine. ‘M-Miguellll!’ ‘Oh, you’ll call my name just like that, and more…’ His grin was as sharp as his teeth, he picked you up with one arm supporting your back. You clung to him like a koala clinging to an exceptionally tall, buff, and warm tree as he carried you to the bedroom.

He lowered you gently down onto your bed, pressing soft kisses all across your face, untangling your limbs from around him with gentle tugs. ‘This is where you can tell me what you want; any requests… If you want me to be mean, I’ll throw you on the floor and tell you to suck my cock… Or, whatever kinks you have. Call me “Daddy”, demand to get choked, ask to feel my muscles, plead to get fucked so hard you’ll feel like your soul wants to leave your body…’ One hand gestured in reeling circles as he spoke, listing it off almost at random. His gaze fell on you again, drinking in your heavily breathing body and that sharp blush on your cheeks. He licked slowly across his teeth, one corner of his mouth curling into a smirk. ‘… Oh, did I hit a few keynotes there? It’s almost like I can read you like a book…’ His eyebrows wiggled in playful mirth, and you wanted to turn into the bedding to cover up your own embarrassment. It was impossible to hide anything for an entity that could read your emotions and desires. ‘So, having said that… Tell me if you’ve got any special requests.’ He followed your gaze, glancing over his shoulder and turning to face the familiar poster on the wall of your favourite Superhero. You noticed his tail droop softly at the end, but you didn’t see him close his eyes, or hear the soft sigh that escaped him. Miguel still felt his recollections clear in his heart and head, he would still have to play the part- if only for you. He was too madly smitten with you to refuse, and his hunger was going to make him feral. If he let happen, it wouldn’t be a pleasing experience for either of you… He would take his own pleasure from you by force, and you’d probably end up a crying, screaming, traumatized wreck. That would do more than break his heart. He put the smirk back on his face, glancing over his shoulder at you as his tail swished. For you, he’d do it. For you, he’d do anything to win your heart. ‘Ohhh… You want that? Heheh… See, cariño, I don’t think you want it badly enough…’ ‘P-please, Miguel!’ You blurted out before catching yourself, realizing just how desperate you had sounded. He tutted playfully, waggling one clawed finger in a taunting gesture. ‘…. Please, Miguel?’ ‘Heh… Alright. So, if you strip for me, I’m going to get into character… and thank my brother for looking out for us both…’ He gave another charming wink before stepping out. Your gaze lingered on the empty doorway for a time before gulping and struggling out of your clothing, piece by piece, as if you couldn’t get rid of it fast enough.

You sat upright as the small paper bag was flung into the room, landing at the foot of the bed. Your curiousity was peaked, and you squirmed around, resting on your chest to peer inside. Your eyes went wide at the sight of a bottle of strawberry-scented lube and several packs of condoms of a specifically large size. You swallowed thickly at the sight, proportional indeed… ‘… Thanks, Gabe…’ You muttered under your breath, making a mental note to buy Miguel’s little brother something nice… If you survived the coming night. You don’t know when Miguel returned, but you yelped at the huge, gloved hand that slapped your ass sharply. ‘I hope you like strawberries…’ ‘M-Miguel…!’ You dropped the bottle, glancing back over your shoulder to find him dressed head to toe in the familiar attire of the web-slinging Superhero. ‘Yeah, that’s me.’ He folded his thick arms and pushed his chest out, the expressive mask narrowed as he widened his stance slowly. ‘When you’ve finished going through what we’ll need for the night- thanks, Gabri…. Ahem!… You want to explain exactly why I’m being kept from my duties as a Superhero? You had better have a shocking good reason.’ ‘I… I, uh… um…’ Your brain suddenly didn’t want to work properly for exactly how flawlessly Miguel had stepped into character. You saw his shoulders rise and fall as he drew a deep breath, moving to rest his hands on his hips, head titled to the side. ‘Use your words. Speak to me. Or would you prefer I just go and leave you to your own devices?’ ‘N-no, Miguel! I… I want to show you my gratitude!’ At your desperate plea, he paused. It didn’t feel like an act anymore, his entire demeanour felt completely genuine, utterly convincing. You were butt naked in a room with Spider-man 2099. ‘Really? I’m always willing to accept shows of gratitude. So, tell me; how will this grateful citizen show his gratitude to me?’ ‘… You can fuck me. I’ll ride you… I’ll rub down your sore muscles…’ You were too embarrassed by how needy you sounded. Miguel chuckled huskily behind the mask. ‘What makes you think I’m interested in you like that?’ ‘… How about the huge freakin’ erection I can see tenting your suit?’ The growl he gave in response to your question made all the blood flee your brain and flood straight south.

(Explicit Smut was here. It's gone to A03 now.)

The golden rays of the dawn were starting to break over the pink skies of the horizon, slipping through the gap your curtains. You were lost in bliss, bodies slick with sweat, cherishing sweet kisses and loving touches as you slowly rode the Incubus, hearing his breathy moans and feeling his fangs scrape across your skin, soothed by tender licks. You had lost count of how many times Miguel had brought you into utter ecstasy, and now you lived in a haze of pleasure. The outside world might as well not exist, you were going to drift away if you let go of Miguel. When he kissed your collar bone, you leaned in to run a hand through the sweaty mess of his hair and nip on the slightly pointed tip of one ear. ‘…. Muy bien… This is love. This is beauty…’ ‘I love you, Miguel… You’re amazing…’ You felt him buck up into you desperately, another soft groan leaving his lips before he finally settled, laying you both down into the tangled bedsheets, one hand stroking your face. His expression was one of gentle adoration. ‘… Did we find your limit, Mig…?’ You were struggling to keep your eyes open, hands taking the one that he held out. You felt exhausted and utterly content. ‘My limit? Hmph… You assume I have a limit. This is for your benefit.’ Despite his words, he forced back a yawn and shuffled himself closer, his tail draping lazily over your waist. ‘I’ll look after you… tomorrow…’ ‘It is tomorrow. We’ve… been going all night…’ ‘Sh-shh… Your Superhero says sleep now…’

Miguel had tried his best to take care of you properly, it was early afternoon when you both awoke. He had carried you to the shower, and you had given him too many little glares for his attempt to get steamy under the hot spray. You’d never smell strawberries and feel the same away again after last night. You had rested on the sofa as Miguel had somehow managed to assemble lunch for you, but you were forced to limp your way across the room when the washing machine had stumped him completely. ‘You’re looking at me like I’m an idiot.’ ‘No, I’m not.’ With a click, you stared the cycle, the filthy bedsheets began their wash. ‘I’m not an idiot. I’m not human.’ Once again, you realized that Miguel was slipping into his moody state once again. ‘Miguel, I’m not calling the man I love an idiot. I’m sure you’re very clever.’ ‘Exactly! I’m not an idiot, I have… different knowledge. So what if I don’t know how to work all these machines- I think the Kama Sutra is for amateurs, I probably know your body better than you do- you know, I could teach you things about your physical and energy bodies that could…’ He cut himself off into a heavy sigh, head hung low. You eventually relented and hugged him close, stroking across his back, burying your face into the familiar softness of that white hoodie, and sighing contentedly. ‘… Te amo.’ ‘I know, Miguel.. I know… I love you, too, my wonderful boyfriend.’ His tail swished with delight, then softly moved to wrap around your hands, tying them together. Miguel could forget his pains, and his troubles, he was loved, and he was more than happy. For Incubi, true love was worth the risk of heartbreak.

(That's it. That's the end. This part was originally supposed to take place earlier, and in the morning, Reader would wake up to find they were sharing a bed with Miguel and Gabriel, just snuggling. But I decided that Gabri would turn up to cause further havoc at dinner instead.)

#miguel o'hara #miguel o'hara x male reader #miguel o'hara x reader

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