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fangirl-everythang · 3 years

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Mirrors C.T.H

Summary: Calum and Y/n's schedules haven't lined up in a while. When they finally do, Calum decides to try a reflective persuasion if you will.

Warnings: Daddy Kink, Swearing, Spit, Slapping( well maybe one), Just lots of smut.

Word Count: 2691

A/N: This was inspired by @ContentCalum on Instagram. 10/10 recommend for short blurbs. (ALSO posted on Wattpad)

Can't wait to see you, princess, xxx.

That was the last text I got from Calum after he told me he was coming home. Today was my day off so I spent the day doing some housework. The four of them really do a number when they're together. Recently our schedules haven't been matching and I rarely see him. Just brief periods between my early work schedule and his unpredictable night/ whenever the fuck Michael wakes up studio times haven't left us much time together.

While that's in the oven I can shower. Deciding against pajamas I just grab one of Calums shirts because it smells just like him. Usually, I wouldn't wear a bra but a bralette won't hurt. With the hot steam rolling down the sides of the shower, I let the water hit my sore muscles. Work has been overly stressful. Between this new launch and creating a new marketing scheme, you would think we were planning the Met Gala. Putting those thoughts work thoughts aside, lathering and scrubbing every area of my body that has seen this house today. Afterward gotta lotion up because ashyness is not an option, sliding on the matching lace panties and Calums shirt that comes down to my mid-thigh.

Going back downstairs to turn the oven off I get started on the sides. Cauliflower mac and cheese isn't as bad as it seems, hopefully. "Duke do you think your daddy will notice?" He looks at me with those cute eyes, not a care in the world, guess not. The sound of the door opening has Duke happily barking and running away from me. Following not too far behind our fury son I see Calum kneel next to Duke.

"Hey Bud, did you miss me?" he asks playfully petting the sweet creature. He cuddles into Calum further when he looks up at me, "Hi princess."

"You know I think it's unfair when you ask Duke does he miss you when I'm standing right here." I grin. He stands up grabbing my waist "Well I know you missed me love." he smiles.

"Did I? You're kind of annoying." He gasps playfully holding his heart. Leaning my head back I reach up to kiss him. He takes his time bringing his lips to mine so I put my hands on his cheek and bring him closer. His soft lips against mine send me into a frenzy. God, I've missed him like crazy. Parting all too soon he leans his forehead on mine. "I love you." he rasps.

"I love you too bub." I grin going back into the kitchen. "Did you want to eat first or?" I ask looking at him questioningly.

"It's 4 pm Y/n." he chuckles. Well, we can eat later then, he concludes.

"Well, it's our first time together in forever, what now?" He has a smirk on his face and reaches for my wrist. "What is it Cal?" he walks away and up the stairs leaving me to follow him. I should turn the oven off. Glancing over to Duke he's in his little bed laying down. Being so cute I had to take a picture...or three. Taking my time up the stairs to admire the pictures of the cute doggo, "Cal look at these pictures of Du-What are you doing?" He continues to play with the reflective furniture.

"Do you know how good you look in the mirror? I couldn't stop thinking about all the dirty pictures you sent me," He stares at me through the mirror. "You're lucky I wasn't here babygirl." My cheeks flush as he pushes me closer to see our reflections dancing in the mirror with a tight hold on my hips.

"You're my distraction," he whispers as he slowly begins sucking underneath my ear, leaving kisses down my neck. My heart rate increases as his tongue touches a sensitive spot, shivers running down my spine. "As much as I want to tell you how beautiful you are, well you've been a bad girl hmm?" His hand lightly trails across my neck, his eye contact never leaving as he snakes his other hand towards my front over my clothed womanhood. "Answer me." His grip becoming more firm on my neck.

"Yes daddy." he hums in approval as he lifts his shirt above his head exposing his tan torso. "Look at how sexy you are baby." but he didn't seem satisfied when my eyes stay glued to the ground. He could have any girl he wanted and yet he chose me. I'm not skinny whatsoever. I have more tits than ass and rolls for days. The stretchmarks that litter my body don't bother me but most aspects of everything else does. His hand reaches for my hair in a tight fist forcing me to look up at our reflection, my core aching at the sudden pull. "I'm speaking to you." he says very sternly, "I guess I'll just have to make you listen."

Stripping himself of his pants and sitting on the edge of the bed right in front of the mirror he opens his legs and pats me over. "Sit." I obey him, anticipation building in my core. His hands roam my body freely lingering wherever they please. He begins attacking my neck slowly dragging his finger across my thigh "Look at you, acting like a good girl hmm?" he moves the cotton fabric up to my waist giving him a view of my panties from the mirror "'gonna be good for daddy?"

I nod silently, he shakes his head in a disapproving manner. "Use your words Love."

"I'll be good for you daddy." he hums in approval, spreading my legs apart. He traces his finger along the outskirts of my panties, my hips thrusting lightly "excited now are we?" he smirks looking at the wet spot through the mirror. Calum slides the thin material to the side, lightly grazing my clit. My eyes momentarily closing at the brief touch before his other calloused hand reaches up, grabbing my jaw, forcing me to to look up. "You're going to watch as I tease your cunt. You're going to cum on my fingers, then you'll watch as I devour your pussy. Close your eyes even once and I'll force another out of you. Got it?" He has a fire blazing behind his golden-brown orbs.

"Yes sir." nodding along as his fingers begin tapping on my clit. "Good girl," he whispers before dipping his middle finger into my sex, the digit easily slipping in. "Nuh that way." he reminds me once more to look up into the mirror. The glass allowing me to see everything at once, the way he looks at me hungrily, his slender finger shining with my arousal. I can see his other hand going to reach for my breast before I feel it, the mere fact causing a moan to leave my lips.

"Awwwe you like watching yourself being played with huh?" he maintains eye contact with me through the mirror, as he adds another finger into my throbbing hole. His length pressing into my back, hardening with every sound from my mouth. "Rub your clit y/n."

My hand following his orders adding more sensation to my building orgasm. The scene before me so pleasingly intimate and erotic. "Cal I'm goin-" My back arching into him as my orgasm takes complete control of my body, his eyes on me every step of the way.

He brings his fingers to my lips, allowing me to taste myself, whimpering himself when I take his fingers into my mouth, sucking them as if they were his member. I release them, clean, turning to face him. "I thought I told you-" I lean forward straddling his waist, kissing him roughly. "I know but I want to please you too Cal." Before he can respond I gently slip off the bed, face to groin. I pull down his boxers just enough to release his straining cock, gently stroking it in my palm. "Let me take care of you," I smile at him, pressing a kiss to the side of his shaft "Please daddy." He groans, swiping his thumb over my lip and nodding. We've been apart far too long, aching to taste him once more.

I lick his shaft, tasting his pre-cum on my tongue, he lets out a sigh of relief, embedding his hand through my hair. "Mhmmm just like that princess." He moans as I take most of him in my mouth, cupping his balls and pressing my forefinger lightly on the skin between the two. The feeling of him in my mouth forces my mind to wonder about him being inside of me, stretching me in the best of ways, a moan finds its way out from my throat around Calum causing his hips to thrust more. I clench my thighs together to provide some friction for my thoughts, I reach my hand between my legs relieving myself from all the arousal. "Get up." he demands, seeming almost angry. Not wanting to question him I rise confused by the sudden change of tone, knowing better than to say anything.

He removes any fabric left covering my body aggressively, not saying a word. Pushing me back till my knees cave against the bed causing me to fall back onto our shared mattress. He places himself between my legs, rubbing his length along my core painfully slow. "Please, I need you Cal." He continues gazing at me through his lust filled orbs, desire seeping from his pores. He pushes his tip in and then taking it out, the feeling gone as soon as it had appeared. A whine erupted from my lips, he chuckled to himself. "Remind me again y/n," he states in a hushed tone, "Are you to touch yourself without my permission?" He looks at me, his finger dancing over my sensitive nub but neglecting it furthermore. Accepting my silence for an answer, "And yet you did." His head dips down encapsulating my nipple in his mouth, a breathy moan leaving my lips as his hands roam my body freely. My hips thrusting trying to create some- any friction. "Cal I won't do it ever again, just please- please fuck me daddy. " A stinging on my cheek causing a gasp to leave my lips, surprised by this side of Calum. Still shocked, he places his hand firmly on my cheek pushing my face into the mattress. The only thing in view is the mirror with his gorgeously tanned tattooed body on top of mine, hand still placed on my face. He leans in dangerously close, moving a strand of hair aside slowly, his fingertip leaving the slightest touch before putting his hand back with the same pressure as before, "Now watch sweetheart." he darkly whispers.

Before I could question it his entire length thrust in me at once, a broken moan escaping me. With the side view, I can see him pounding into me, each thrust harder than the last. "Fuck- so wet hmmm, such a good whore." he moans, I nod under his hand clenching walls around him, tilting my pelvis to meet his. He removes his hand from my face to apply pressure to my clit, hitting a particularly blissful combination. "Fuck Cal right there!" I scream as the bedrocks underneath our sweaty bodies. He slows his movements savoring the view before him, his good girl-now fucking onto him, desperate for release. Her hair frizzy, eyes fluttering from excessive pleasure, he never wanted it to end. "I love you y/n."

"I love you too Calum." I reach up grabbing his neck to pull him back to me, our lips meeting once more passionately while he thrust into me again. He presses my body closer to his as my legs wrap around him for dear life, my hands holding onto his as if he'd disappear. "Can I cum please?" He grunts, nodding his head in approval of my very much needed release. Unable to focus on anything but the eruption of pleasure from my core, repeating a slur of Calums name over and over again like it is the only thing I've ever known. His release following shortly after, the warmth of his seed filling me. His panting is my focal point upon return, watching as each breath falls from his swollen plump lips. I giggle moving some of his sweat-coated hair from his face, "Welcome home Mr.Hood." He smiles laughing at my gesture, "Quite the welcome it is Miss Y/L/N" He pulls my face forward once more placing a soft kiss to my lips, which is happily returned before he pulls me to the edge of the bed, still seemingly connected, placing me dead center in front of the mirror once more. Looking at him with a curious glance, he notions to the mirror as I watch his every move. He pulls his softening member from my core, a gasp leaving my lips due to the newfound vacancy.

His eyes never leaving mine as the smirk on his face grows, kneeling between my thighs. I lean up on my forearms to see both him and the reflection better, the handsome bassist looping his arms around my legs, keeping me in place. "Look how pretty baby." He says watching our fluids drip out of me, his tone of admiration never wavering. My hips jut back as he strokes over my clit, still hyper-sensitive from the orgasm just moments before. As I retract my pussy away from his devilish grin he rumbles a low growl, attaching his lips to my center, his wide hands gripping my hips with brisk strength-leaving prints in their path. His tongue lapping my hole over and over again. He replaces his mouth with his fingers, the scissoring motion driving me on edge once more. He leans over me, tapping on my lips to which I comply with his wishes, opening my mouth. He smiles before releasing the cum-mixed spit down my throat, swallowing our combined fluids moaning as he returns his mouth to my pussy. My wetness glistening all over his face as he continues to but himself in me. Seeing his back muscles contract in the mirror each time he moves, watching him devour me in the most sinful of ways. I can see it all, moans leaving my lips between my pleas for him to stop his assault but nonetheless, he persists until my legs are a quivering mess around his head. My bare breast rising with every sharp inhale, my back arching further into him, hoping to get away but he keeps me planted there in front of him.

"I need to- Cal can I-I- fuck please" The words barely able to leave my lips, he stares at me nodding but never removing himself from my core. My orgasm ripples through me, forcing my body to compromise, stiffening as I release on Calum's tongue. My hips riding his tongue exactly where I need him as my fingers grip at his hair, hearing him moan at the feeling sending an aftershock of vibrations through my center. An unholy slurping noise from Calum is the last thing to be heard as he joins me again on the bed, pulling me into him. His lips providing every emotion needed. "I missed you."

I laugh at his cute post-sex neediness, "I missed you too Cal." He pats my head, letting his hands rake through the mess of hair on top of my head as I trace over his feather tattoo. "Did I ever tell you how good you taste?" he murmurs, shrugging lightly to himself, "Fucking delicious." His hands lingering the curves of my body before he places two fingers on my clit. "No, no, no not again." I chuckle pushing him away as my body shudders from the sensation.

"Hmmm I suppose we'll have more time today." he rasps. "Indeed we will." I smile placing a kiss on his cheek. Let's just say the night was more than eventful, happy to be in each other presence again.

A/N:

WOW long time no see! I can't wait to get back into the flow of writing and now that the semester is over I have more time lol.

I hope you're all hanging in there alright!

xoxo-Janelle

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levi-inthesun · 4 years

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Loving Someone

This is for @stuckonjbbarnes writing challenge with the song Loving Someone by The 1975.

Summary: In order to protect your heart, you made up the “only fuck once” rule, dictating that you could not sleep with the same person more than once. Then Carol Danvers comes back to the compound, to stay. Will this rule bite you in the ass?

Warnings: Swearing, references to smut, dirty talk?

Paring: Carol x Reader

A/N- I did not edit this.... so sorry

“What are you doing tonight?” Sam asked as you both slowed to an easy jog.

“Probably just gonna go the bar,” you reply easily.

Sam stops abruptly, “How long are you going to stay in denial?” There isn’t any malice or bite to his words, just genuine concern and it makes you feel uneasy. You make some non-committal noise instead of answering and finish jogging to the doors of the compound.

You do your best to avoid Sam the rest of the day, which wasn’t too difficult until it’s time for you to leave for your favorite bat. Except Sam is standing by the door, dressed and ready to go. As you approach, Sam has that look in his eyes and you know you cannot convince him to stay home unless you stay home tonight.

“You driving or are we getting an uber?” You ask, throwing your cropped leather jacket on.

“I’ll drive,” Sam decides, grabbing a random set of keys and you both make your way to the garage.

The bar is only slightly packed, which is, in your humble opinion, optimal. You like to have room to breathe, more specifically though, room to dance with whatever woman consents.

You skip over to the bar and order a rum and coke and chat with your favorite bartender and Sam watches from a booth he’s claimed.

“You know, you are a lot less closed off here,” he casually says while throwing a peanut into his mouth.

“Are you just going to therapize me the entire night?” You (semi) joke.

Sam shrugs and you take a long sip of your drink before moving towards the dancing people.

The night went on how every weekend-night goes. You get pleasantly buzzed/on the edge of drunk, dance with hot women, and eventually, go to either your place or their place where you will (hopefully) ravish each other.

You wake up slowly, a faint pressure on your hip. You hear the woman behind you breathe deeply before stretching gently.

“Morning,” she says softly, placing a kiss on your bare shoulder. “I’d love to stay for breakfast, er,” she looks at her phone. “Lunch but I’ve got a meeting later.”

You nod and watch her hop around throwing her clothes back on. “I’m just gonna use the bathroom then I’ll be out of your hair,” she says, watching as you sit up and the sheet pools around your waist.

You raise an eyebrow in reply.

Once she’s left (with her phone number written on your mirror with the lipstick she was wearing last night), you throw on a pair of sweats and one of Sam’s shirts before making your way out to the kitchen.

“She was cute,” Sam says, throwing something in the microwave.

You hum in agreement and look through the fridge, eventually settling on an apple.

“Oh, we’ve got a meeting at 3,” Sam informs you. “Captain Marvel is back in town and she has some stuff she needs to brief us on.”

“Captain Marvel is a woman, huh?” You ask Sam, wiggling your eyebrows suggestively.

“You do know that not everyone is bisexual, right?” Sam teases. He grabs his bag of popcorn out of the microwave and starts to walk out of the kitchen before turning back. “Uh, maybe don’t have a one night stand with our teammate?”

You are ready to crawl into a hole or have the earth open up and eat you.

“Hey, Y/N,” Carol greets you, a mischievous glint in her light brown eyes.

“Oh, fuck me,” you whisper before composing yourself. “Hey, Carol,” you say, shaking her hand.

“I already did,” Carol states, voice low, before switching gears to get the meeting started.

The entire meeting is spent trying to listen to Carol talk about possible issues outside of the earth’s orbit, but really you just end up staring, flashes from last night taking over when she moves a certain way. The other part is spent sending death glares at Sam and Bucky who are having the time of their lives at your misery.

Carol excuses herself to take a call and you lean forward, finger-pointing at the men across from you.

“You knew!” You whisper scream, “You couldn’t have warned me? What the hell?”

Sam grins, “I just… Listen, I was going to when I realized it was Carol, but then I remembered that it is 5 million times more fun watching you suffer.”

Bucky cocks his head to the side, “Wait, did you hook up with Carol?”

“Some spy you are,” you grumble as Carol walks back in, a slight frown on her face.

“Apparently I’m grounded for the next… well,” Carol pauses, taking a deep breath, “foreseeable future.”

Sam and Bucky high-five under the table, then volunteer you to show Carol around.

After showing Carol around the compound you decided you needed to go out again tonight. During the tour, Carol was extremely flirty, which was welcomed- except for the fact that she was a teammate and not a one night stand. To avoid her, you spent the rest of the day hiding in your room and searching your closet for the perfect outfit to wear. You ended up in a crop top with high waisted, wide-legged pants, and after checking yourself in the mirror you walked out of your room with your head held high. Luckily no one was in the kitchen and you were able to leave the compound without anyone noticing, or so you thought.

The club was vibrating with energy as patrons drank too much and danced as much as they could. You downed a shot at the bar then headed into the crowd. At the heart of the masses, you threw your hands in the air and danced, not caring who with. Soon a pair of large hands gripped your hips. Turning your head to the side, you glanced up at the beautiful man before leaning your body into his. Time was non-existent as you danced with the man and you were positive the feeling of his hand on your waist was burned into your skin.

“You want to get out of here,” he asked, lips at the shell of your ear and voice low.

“I’d rather stay here and dance for a little while longer. That good with you?” You replied eyebrow raised.

Instead of saying anything, he rolled his eyes and walked away, attaching those large hands to some other woman.

You rolled your eyes and sighed as you headed back to the bar and ordered a beer. You sat down and took a long drag from the bottle before popping some peanuts into your mouth. A remix of your favorite song came on, causing you to down the rest of the bottle before heading back into the throng.

You moved your own body with the mix of bodies around you, circling your hips, running your fingers through your hair. You saw a familiar hand slip around your middle and in your alcohol-induced haze, you thought it would be a good idea to test fate.

Lips crashed together as you both got out of the taxi and headed towards the compound.

“Wait,” you cautioned, “ Gotta make sure no one is up.”

“It’s 3 am, Y/N,” Carol countered, “Who is going to be up?”

You chuckled before heading into the common area, Carol trailing behind you. When you found everything dark and empty, Carol’s voice cut through the silence.

“FRIDAY, are any of our teammates up?”

“No,” FRIDAYS voice replied, volume lowered for how late early it was, “All Avengers except you and Y/N Y/L/N are asleep.”

A mischievous look took over Carol’s features as she stalked towards you, causing you to back into a couch, almost falling over the back of it.

Carol quickly caught you, wrapping an arm around your waist and pressing her lips to your neck with open-mouthed kisses, causing a low moan to escape you. She then traced her tongue from the pulse point below your jaw over to your mouth.

“You’ve gotta be quiet, baby,” Carol teased, voice low. “If you can do that, I’ll reward you by taking you to my room and fucking you so hard you can’t help but scream.”

A soft whimper left your lips and you nodded, crashing your lips against hers.

When you woke up, the first thing you realized was that you were alone in Carol’s bed. You quickly looked around, finding her room empty.

“God damnit,” you muttered to yourself. “I was supposed to go to the club and find someone else to sleep with.”

Your muttering continued as climbed out of her bed to find your clothes scattered throughout her quarters.

You didn’t notice right away when Carol walked back in, giving her the opportunity to admire your half-dressed form.

You were about to put your bra on when you noticed her, leaning up against her desk with two mugs of coffee in hand. Her lips turned up in a smirk as she saw what she thought looked a lot like relief flood over you.

Standing there, bra hanging around your middle, still staring at the gorgeous woman you’ve slept with twice now, you were overwhelmed with confusion. You quickly shook your head and fixed your bra and Carol pushed off the desk towards you.

“Thought you might want some coffee,” she said, handing it over.

“After last night I’ll probably need a pint,” you whispered, taking a sip.

“What was that?” Carol asked eyebrow raised.

You coughed and looked up at her before clearing your throat. “Uh, I just said I’d probably need a pint after last night.”

Carol smiled, “And why is that?”

“Seriously, Carol? Do you need to hear me say it?” you asked.

“Yes,” she replied simply. “Say it.”

You set the coffee down on the nearest flat surface before stepping closer to her. “I need a goddamn pint of coffee because you fucked me into almost every surface of your room until I couldn’t form a coherent sentence.”

“And I’ll do it anytime you’d like,” she told you, voice husky.

You quickly cleared your throat, then located your shirt and headed towards the door. “I wouldn’t count on it,” you did your best to keep your voice even. “I rarely sleep with the same person more than once.”

You spent the following weeks avoiding Carol unless absolutely necessary, which included going to a different bar and staying more sober than you normally would, just to make sure you didn’t accidentally end up back in her arms bed.

“You’ve been drinking less,” Bucky stated with a questioning look on his face.

“And what’s that to ya, bionicle boy?” you responded, taking another bite of leftover pasta.

Bucky shrugged, “ Just curious. I-”

“Not just curious,” Sam interrupted, walking out from around the corner. “There are very few things that can get you to drink less. So what is it?”

You huffed and was about to deny them when Carol walked in, sweaty from the gym. She greeted you and you smiled in response, then did your best to not watch the bead of sweat trail down her neck.

You sighed inwardly when she walked out of the kitchen.

Sam and Bucky shared a look before narrowing in on you.

“You just sighed,” Bucky accused, “What happened between you and Carol?”

“I bet I know,” Sam said. “I bet you slept with Carol a second time, breaking your only fuck once rule.”

You tried to interrupt Sam, but he wouldn’t let you.

“BUT! Not only that, you have a crush on her,” he finished.

“I do not!” You exclaimed, trying to sound annoyed.

“Your voice just went up an octave,” Bucky observed, “Which means you are lying.”

“What do you have to say about that?” Sam questioned.

You could feel your face heat up and you jumped off the counter. “I’d say,” you turn to them, legitimately annoyed now, “That it’s none of your business.”

Instead of stomping off to your room, you walked out the front door and headed in whatever direction your feet took you, ending up at a park. Taking a deep breath you sat down on a nearby bench and let your head fall back so you were looking up at the sky. You stayed like that for a while, just watching the soft clouds roll by, mind empty.

At least, it was empty until you looked up and saw two women holding hands, watching their kid go down the slide.

“Fuck,” you whispered to yourself.

You thought about what Bucky and Sam had accused you of, and you knew they were right. You had a big ole’ fat crush on Carol Danvers, fucking Captain Marvel, the woman who played your body better than anyone ever had. That’s when memories flooded your mind.

Memories about people from your past who you had cared deeply for, and who all betrayed your heart. The last one was just after you dropped out of college, right before the Avengers recruited you. After her, you swore you’d never care for anyone in that way ever again. It was just easier that way. Except, when you looked back up at the couple, you felt a heavy loneliness come over you filled with a special kind of pain.

You looked away and your eyes caught on a woman who looked too much like Carol. You rolled your eyes before scrubbing your hands over your face.

“Y/N?” Carol’s voice called out, causing you to tear your eyes from a spot on the sidewalk, surprise etched into your features. “I was looking for you when Sam told me you walked off, upset. He said you’d probably be here.”

“Oh,” you said quietly.

Carol took that as an invitation to sit down next to you, allowing some space between.

“I was looking for you because I am fed up with you avoiding me,” She stated. “I’ve been tired of it for about a while now, actually.”

You let your eyes slide over to the woman next to you, eyeing her carefully.

“Another reason I came looking for you is because I was worried about you,” she said softly. “I wanted to make sure you were okay.”

“Well, I’m fine,” you said far too quickly.

“Obviously,” Carol chuckled.

You were both quiet for a few beats too long when Carol spoke up again.

“It would be easy for me to be upset with how you’ve been treating me without acknowledging something probably happened to cause you to react like this,” she said, “So, I’ll just say this once and leave the ball in your court.” She turned her body towards yours and your body turned all on its own to face her. “It sucks that someone, or multiple someones, hurt you so badly in your past that you’ve decided to make your ‘only fuck once’ rule, all to avoid developing any sort of connection or feelings for anybody ever again. It seems like your rule to avoid connection is hurting you more than you thought it would, so I know there’s hope,” Carol stood up abruptly to stand in front of you.

“You should be loving someone,” she finally said. “Just, fucking let yourself love someone.”

You sat there staring at her, heart beating out of your chest because you knew she was right. You stayed silent because you were scared of how much you have already started falling for her, and you were searching for the right thing to say.

Carol hung her head in defeat before turning to walk back down the path she came, pausing like she wanted to say something else, but changed her mind and began walking away from you.

“Carol?!” You called as you walked into the common room, “Carol! Where are you?”

“Can you stop yelling,” a gruff voice pleaded from the couch. “She’s not here.”

“Do you know where she is?” you asked, “Buck, I need to find her.”

“I think she went to a bar,” Bucky said with a sigh, realizing he wasn’t going to be able to continue napping.

“Thanks!” You said, running towards your room to change your clothes.

You had gotten FRIDAY to disclose which bar Carol was at, and sped through New York traffic on your bike, getting there in record time.

As you walked in, your eyes scanned the room looking for her. You walked over to the bar to ask the bartender if they’d seen her, and they pointed to the far side of the room. You looked her over, noticing how she was leaning up against the wall, talking to some gorgeous woman. It reminded you of the last time you slept together, how sexy she looked leaning up against her desk.

The song changed to Loving Someone by the 1975, bringing you back into the present. You watched her for a moment longer, gathering your courage when she looked past the woman in front of her and locked eyes with you. A smile tugged at her lips giving you the courage you needed to close the distance. You saw her say something to the woman who waved her off before she met you halfway.

You both stopped in the middle of the bar and she looked to you expectantly.

“You were right,” you admitted. “I made that stupid rule to try to protect my heart and I think I honestly caused it to break too many times.”

Carol raised an eyebrow, urging you to continue.

You let out a sigh, “Aaaand I like you and that scares me,” you admitted.

Carol smiled, “Well, then can I buy you a drink?”

You shook your head, pulling the keys out of your pocket, “I’m good. You wanna go for a ride?”

Carol’s smile stretched further over her lips and she nodded, so you took her hand and walked out of the bar.

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bubblyani · 4 years

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Cooperation in Full # 1

(Lucifer Morningstar x OC)

A Lucifer Morningstar Multi-Chapter Series

Chapter 1: Business Offers and Favors

Series Summary: Maya Sigera, an ambitious Event Planner, strives to put her company in the spotlight by forming a cooperate relationship with LA’s most enigmatic nightclub owner, Lucifer Morningstar. But as their lives intertwine, both Maya and Lucifer seem to find it difficult to keep their relationship professional. But regardless, their ‘Cooperation’ is ‘in full’.

Soundtrack: ♪♪♪ Bottoms up - Keke Palmer ♪♪♪

Authors Note: So so exciting cause this will be the first ever story I’m doing with an OC. Hope you will all enjoy this story with each chapter!

His eyes, they entrapped her gaze, sealing it so tight there was no escape.

“Tell me…” He asked, “This money…It really isn’t for your debt, is it?”

She felt it. The truth. And she felt it reach her tongue faster than expected.

“No…it’s not”

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(A Day earlier)

To find oneself a free seat on a bus was indeed a dire task. It applied to anywhere all over the world, including Los Angeles. But in the rarest of moments, a seat or two will make themselves available, as it did on this late Monday morning.

Except she did not seem to notice.

Fingers gripped on the handrail, she kept standing; completely oblivious to rare miracle that was so visible. Which was a shame. Earphones were plugged in her ears, yet still she listened to no music. But her lips moved fast, and the manner it moved was repetitive. It was her mantra, her psych-up speech. Her attempts of fueling herself with enough positivity for what’s to come. But her train of concentration took a sudden stop when her mobile phone rang.

“Gurl, it’s like you knew” she answered the call, adorning a smile that lit up her face. She heard a familiar giggle from the other side.

“I always know, Maya” the caller replied,“ So, is today the day?”

“It sure is…” Maya said, giving an involuntary nod, “ I finally got an appointment, Denise. I still can’t believe it”

“Yeah, and with the man himself ” Denise said, sounding quite impressed, “How many days were you trying to set a meetup? Two ?Three?”

“Two actually…” Maya corrected, as she stared at her reflection on the bus window. Adjusting her raven locks tied into a high ponytail, she smacked her nude pink lips. Her brown skin glistened in the rays of the morning sun streaming through the glass window.

“Shit…” she muttered, “I’m actually on my way to meet Lucifer Morningstar”

Indeed, she was.

Assistant Events Manager in an up and coming Event Planning Company in LA. That title hung above her head, yet she still considered herself insufficient in assisting.

Until she finally made a decision. A decision that could place the company at the top. The day she made the bold declaration to her boss was fresh in her mind:

“I’ll get LUX to partner with us!”

The expression of disbelief, the laughter that followed from her boss were also quite vivid.

“Maya…” She began, “…don’t get me wrong but…don’t you think that’s a bit of a stretch? I mean, a place like LUX…” with clasped hands, “It was never easy. And don’t even get me started on the owner, Lucifer…” Scoffing as she continued , “ He can literally see right through people-”

“Then perfect!” Her subordinate cried out with confidence, “I can do it. You’ll see…”

With a sigh, Maya blinked into reality. And reality reminded her of the current purpose as the bus slowed down.

“Shit” She gasped, “My stop. Gotta go Denise! Wish me luck”

“Good Luck hun, You got this!”

Jumping carefully out of the bus, she stared at the venue she dreamt of conquering.

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The keys of the piano sang as Lucifer Morningstar’s fingers grazed over them in rhythm. As he played in pure leisure, his eyes wandered around LUX, that transforms into complete desolation in daytime.

For the entire world, he was the owner of a high-end nightclub, a playboy, a man of power. But in reality, he was also the Devil. Satan himself, the fallen angel who decided to take a sudden holiday. Never was he hesitant to admit he was the Lord of Hell if needed. The only problem was that it all just seemed such a waste of energy, especially when no one around him actually bothered to believe him.

He heard a huff from Mazikeen ‘Maze’ Smith. The annoyance was evident, as she watched him from the bar.

“A Business Meeting? Really? Why do you need to do this Lucifer?” his demon bodyguard said, “I thought this was something you actually find boring. You know, you can actually hire people to do the talking for you, right?”

“Oh Maze…” Lucifer drawled, looking over at her, “You never stop your incessant whining, don’t you?” With a chuckle, he continued, “Watching humans do whatever it takes, all for the sake of money and power, it is quite titillating. Ah!” The clicking of heels heard from the distance caught Lucifer’s attention.

“Right on time…” he said to himself with a grin.

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The first time Maya ever saw Lucifer Morningstar, was when she looked him up on the internet. With the intention of putting a face to the name well known, she had no idea what she would find. Tall, dark and extremely handsome, she found herself exhale with frustration.

“Damn…” she muttered to herself, “What a hottie, eh?”

“RIGHT?”

An excited colleague replied, making her jump, “Apparently sex with him is supposed to be amazing!” The colleague added with a dreamy quality.

“HEY! Shhh! Watch your mouth, young lady!” Guffawing, Maya looked at her with a dropped jaw, “That could be our future business partner”

“Even better!”

“Watch it!”

A hilarious memory indeed.

As she chuckled that incident away, Maya maintained her pantsuit clad confident posture while descending down the stairs of LUX as a pair of eyes watched her. Or was it two? No, definitely one.

“Good Morning, Mr. Morningstar!” She greeted in her most confidence voice.

Moving away from the piano, the man who was addressed began to adjust his jacket.

“Indeed it is…” Lucifer replied, with a smile, and a tone filled with seduction. Smiling back, she extended her hand.

“Maya Sigera” she introduced herself, “….one of your associates scheduled a meeting for us today. I hope you were informed”

“Yes, yes I was…” Lucifer replied, taking her hand in his “…although it is such a pity I was not informed of the magnitude of your beauty” he purred, as hands were shaken. Maya chuckled.

“Ahaha! I should be flattering you” she said, while maintaining strong eye contact, “…for it is I who’s here with the proposition”

When it came to business, appearances proved nothing to Maya. As it should be. She was well trained. But the moment her eyes made contact with the enigmatic nightclub owner, she knew it was a mistake.

The man exuded attraction. He was magnetism incarnate. So powerful that every inch of her body beseeched her to follow her natural instinct that weighed towards desire.

But with a strong, resolute blink of an eye, she managed to pull her hand away. She stopped herself. And she was relieved she was able to. For she was a professional. Although, she would be lying if she were not clenching her fists with frustration.

“Well...” Lucifer began, “in that case, let us wait no more”

“Great! Is there an office where we can discuss?”

“Nonsense! We can discuss it here”

With a raised eyebrow, Maya looked at her host with confusion as he guided her towards the bar.

Definitely out of the box.

“Now, what would you like to drink, darling?” Lucifer asked, as a young, male bartender appeared before them. Maya was certain she saw a woman earlier.

“ I….uh” she hesitated, “I don’t know if I should drink now” she added with a nervous laughter.

“Oh come now…I insist!”

“Alright…one Mojito please!”

This time it was Lucifer’s turn to raise his eyebrows, forcing Maya to smile.

“What?” She asked, “Technically it is a drink, right?” She looked over at the bartender.

As the younger man nodded in acknowledgment, Lucifer chuckled.

“Fair enough.Well then Ms. Sigera...” he said, taking a sip from his glass of whiskey:

“Impress me…”

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It may have been just Lucifer watching, but for Maya, it was likened to the entire world. The pressure was just as immense.

The speed of the bartender’s service impressed her, for all she needed was the chill of the ice cold glass of the mojito comforting her hand. Thanking the young man inaudibly, she took a large sip.

“This is nice…” she remarked, pointing at the drink before taking a deep breath:

“Firstly, I would like to thank you for providing me the opportunity to meet you. And second, I swear I won’t be lying, cause I know it’s not gonna get me anywhere.”

Wrong move. Wrong move. Why did she feel the need to say that? Maya felt the need to kick herself. And yet, for some strange reason, she anticipated a reply. Instead those eyes merely watched her with pure fascination. Clearing her throat, she continued:

“Our company…it may be a small, yes. But we always strive to provide our clients a high quality service. Giving them the privilege to forget about any form of stress, we take charge of coordinating with all the third parties…” She felt a surge of confidence with every word that exited her lips, “And venue-wise…we believe LUX is possibly one of the best places in LA. Nay, the best ever…and so, we want nothing but your full cooperation”

Avoiding his eyes, yet she fixed her gaze at him. And so far it was a relief to see how he remained genuinely fascinated with what he heard. Clearing her throat once more, she spoke:

“Forming a partnership…”

“Oh?”

“….it can be a win-win for both of us.” Maya said, giving a subtle smile, “I think if our company holds events here, new customers can be introduced to LUX with so much convenience. And existing clients of LUX? They will get to know about us, making it easy for them to plan any future events too.” Holding her glass, she began to chuckle, “Now I know….many… many other companies may have proposed the same to you. But if you just give us a chance…” Maya said, placing one hand on her chest, “… if you even take a look at some of our current events we have undertaken, you will see how well we work. Our efficiency. Our Professionalism. You…. won’t…. be disappointed.”

With a deep exhale, she finished it. Another huge gulp of mojito moistened her tongue once more. The transparency was evident in her. And it surprised Lucifer.

“You’re actually quite serious about this, aren’t you?” He commented with sheer curiosity. Never had he been this concentrated on a business proposal before. Nodding, Maya took the glass away from her lips.

“Of course! It’s my job. I -” looking around, she leaned in closer, looking into his eyes with intensity, “…truthfully, my boss thinks this is a dead end, considering how difficult it was to partner with you. But…” pressing her lips together, she continued in a low tone, “ I’m hoping to prove her wrong. There! I said it! Oh! Almost forgot...” With the snap of her fingers, her voice grew loud while she looked into her bag, “....here is our company profile… this includes the past events we have done” clasping her hands together, her foot rocked as she watched him flip through the booklet “I heard you don’t deal with any BS and I think that’s great cause...so do I-”

“Lucifer!”

Both heads turned to find Maze by the entrance. There she was, Maya thought.

“You have a visitor” Maze’s voice echoed across the room as she stood with arms folded. Waiting beside her was a nervous looking young man.

“Ah bloody hell…” Maya heard Lucifer mutter under his breath. She turned towards him. Could it be that her window of opportunity just closed? Did she lose his full attention?

“Ms.Sigera…” Lucifer began disappointingly, his eyes still on the visitor.

“Ah...something urgent, I’m guessing?” Maya asked, hiding her own disapproval.

“Unfortunately, yes…” he replied with a sigh. She kept nodding in compensation.

“I understand…” she chuckled, standing up “You’re a busy man”. Was this a cheap ploy to get her out? It was difficult for her to know. Standing alongside her, Lucifer replied politely:

“Please do know that your proposition will be considered. Be sure to expect a call from me when I do” He said with a smile.

“I look forward to that” Extending her hand once again, Maya added, “Thank You, Mr. Morningstar”

“A pleasure, Ms.Sigera” Lucifer replied, giving a firm handshake, “Come now!” he gestured to the man casually, who ran past her in a flash. Finally, he ended up beside the nightclub owner, holding his hand in desperation.

“Lucifer please! I need that favor”

“Curious much?”

Maze’s voice made Maya jump all the sudden.

“Ahaha! I’m sorry. I’ll go” she said, turning to leave.

“So, the favor thing is real” she muttered to herself as she walked.

Taking a step out of the club, Maya had grown more curious than the time she entered. Regardless, she sighed in relief. She did it. She took that challenging step. She pitched the idea.

What seemed torturous now was the waiting. For nothing was set in stone. Nothing that was promised or agreed on. Just in mere consideration.

As she waited at the bus station, all she could think of was him. Of all the people, of all the men she had ever encountered, Lucifer Morningstar was certainly different. Perhaps it was merely his spellbinding handsomeness that was tricking her. He was a toughie. But at the same time, she was fascinated. He was challenging.

The ring of her phone woke her from the pondering. It was not Denise. But it was certainly someone who made her smile.

“Uncle Pablo!”

She greeted with adoration, “Don’t worry, I didn’t forget about dinner tonight, okay? I’ll-”

The bloody, gurgling cough that responded on the line made her freeze. It sounded familiar, and it certainly sounded painful.

“U-uncle Pablo?” Meekly, she inquired once again, “Whats going on?”

Only to hear the one thing she hoped not to ever again:

“Maya, they’re back!”

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(The Next Day)

“You’re crazy, Maya Sigera. Crazy”

With a drink in hand, Maya muttered as she sat by the bar. The venue was vacant this morning as the morning before, but her state of mind was definitely not.

A night of contemplation and self convincing led her to LUX the very next day, for it was the only option she had left.

“Ms.Sigera, sorry to have kept you waiting...” Lucifer’s voice boomed as he quickly descended from the stairs to join her. He seemed to have rushed back in hurry“Now regarding your plan-”

“...thats not why I’m here Mr.Morningstar” Maya said, her voice brimming in nervousness.

“Oh?”

“I…I....” taking a deep breath, she looked right at him, finally gathering courage:

“I need a favor”

Breaking into an amused laughter, Lucifer certainly found it unexpected.

“What? Business offers and favors? Ms. Sigera...you must be desperate”

“Oh believe me! I know how this sounds...” scoffing, Maya answered in kind, “ but this favor, I have no other choice”

The grim expression on her face was no joke. And it proved grim enough for his laughter to die down.

“Right, what is it that you need?”

“Money”

Plain and simple was her answer, which was akin to her tone. Lucifer raised his eyebrows.

“Why?”

“I have a debt to settle”

“How much?”

“50,000 dollars”

“You? A debt?” He asked, as his eyes scanned her up and down, “Interesting”.

Restlessness and desperation overtook Maya. “Look, can you help me or not?” She snapped. Before he could respond, her phone rang, forcing her to click her tongue with frustration.

“Shit!” She said before answering.

It was work, it was urgent was certainly unavoidable.

Hanging up, she looked at him with a sigh.

“Ah...something urgent, I’m guessing?” He asked.

For a moment, Maya was impressed as Lucifer Morningstar managed to turn her own words around on her. But she was too upset to show it.

“Yeah...” she nodded, with brows furrowed as she slid off her barstool.

Watching her run off in a hurry , Lucifer dialed his phone with furrowed brows.

“Detective…” he greeted, with the phone pressed against his ear,

“I need you to look up someone for me”

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(7:59 pm )

The line of people eyed Maya with sheer envy when the bouncer granted her special access to LUX, upon a mere glance.

For a moment she wondered if this was a sign that her proposition was accepted. But that was just wishful thinking for sure. For that text she received from Lucifer Morningstar remained clear as day:

Regarding your favor.

8pm at Lux.

Being only subjected to it’s glory through mere photographs and videos, the real-time extravagance of LUX nightclub certainly took her breath away. Especially when the venue was packed with satisfied clients.

Except for a small group, as she had noticed. As a potential cooperate partner, it disturbed her slightly.

Nevertheless, business seemed to be booming. And Maya had no regrets with her intentions for collaboration. Beautiful, all occupants here were so beautiful. Or maybe it was merely the cheerleader effect, but nevertheless, it felt flourished.

Except for that group, that her mind could not let go of.

Dressed in a silk jumpsuit, Maya looked club appropriate as she swam through the crowds hoping to find Lucifer, her possible savior for the night.

And she found him by the bar.

All the women around him wanted him with much intensity. If common decency never existed, they could possibly appear to be salivating over him like he was a succulent dish.

They say if you stare at someone long enough, they would notice. And just like that, Lucifer sensed Maya’s gaze. And to her surprise he brightened up as a result.

She didn’t budge as he walked up to her in the midst of the crowd. If it were any other day, she would have savored a handsome stranger approaching her in a club. But tonight, she was impatient and very helpless.

“Mr. Morningstar...” she began, “have you had time to consider my favor?” Though she was serious, her body began to sway involuntarily to the music. Force of habit.

“I have...” he replied, with his hands in his pockets, slightly amused by her movements “Although there is something that’s bothering me”. Before she could even question it, she felt her body freeze up the moment he leaned forward.

His eyes, mesmerizing, they entrapped her gaze, sealing it so tight there was no escape. All the voices around her suddenly vanished, except for his own.

“Tell me…” He asked, “This money…It really isn’t for your debt, is it?”

Hypnotized, she felt it. She felt the truth being dug up. And to her shock, she felt it reach her tongue faster than expected.

“No…it’s not”

With a gasp, she felt herself unfreeze. The truth was finally out. How the hell did he do that? She thought.

“Right...” Lucifer said, “Fancy a walk?”

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Strolling down the streets of LA at night with Lucifer Morningstar was definitely what Maya did not expect.

“How did you even-”

“I have my reliable sources. And according to them you’ve never had any form of debts nor any criminal record. Now why would someone with a squeaky clean background ask for money?”

“Shit happens but ..just out of curiosity, why do you care Mr. Morningstar?”

“As someone giving a favor I think it’s only fair that I know the full story. I can tell the guilt is eating you up...” Looking at her, Lucifer said as they both kept walking.

This man, seriously, Maya thought.

“Fair enough...” chuckling, she folded her arms:

“Like I said earlier, the money is not for my debt. It’s for ...my uncle” looking ahead, she continued, “Technically he’s not my blood relative but, he is the only thing close to family here. But he...he got into some bad shit back in the day”

“Drug dealing? Theft?” Lucifer guessed excitedly.

“Unlicensed boxing” Maya corrected him, “Some matches ...they didn’t go down the way the bookies wanted and uh... ‘El Fuego’, this gang that ran the matches, after so many years they suddenly decided to uh ‘stop by’ to check up on his financial matters. This was two days ago...” with a shudder, she continued, “...they hurt him...pretty bad” with a heavy sigh, she envisioned that fateful night. The way she found him beaten and battered in his own home.

“Trust me, Mr. Morningstar...if I had enough money I would have done something. But unfortunately I can’t risk it....I wouldn’t have come to you if I weren’t so desperate-”

“Ms.Sigera, consider your favor to be granted”

Lucifer declared out of the blue, making her eyes widen and stop on the pavement.

“W-what ?” She stuttered, “You serious?”

“Yes...” he smiled warmly.

For a second she wondered if she was looking at an angel in disguise.

“I can give you the money…” He said, “Under one condition”

“Hmmm?”

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“See those young ladies over there?” Lucifer shouted through the music, while showing Maya a part of the club. Maya knew her instincts never failed her.

It was them, that particular group that caught her attention. Their scowls and negative auras were quite distinctive.

“Those young ladies are proving to be quite the buzzkill” he said, rolling his eyes, “Trust me, I tried to diffuse the situation but then it’s like bees to honey all together, and I have a club to run”

“Of course, you’re not obligated to seduce them No no...” Maya said worryingly, “but yeah, I did notice from the moment I walked in” she added , “Want me to do something about that?”

Her confidence and reliability made his jaw drop.

“I was hoping you would say that.” He laughed with relief, “Yes please! Your efficiency. Your professionalism”, he continued, “Let this be your shining moment to fight for your company and your uncles debt”

Giving him the thumbs up, Maya felt purpose engulf her whole. Walking over to the group, she got down to work. It was her time. She could show him her capabilities. Even though it was a tad bit unexpected and different.

“Good Evening Ladies, How are y’all doing today?”

She said brightly, greeting the group who sat on the sofa.

“What does it look like?”

One snapped back at her. Ms. Snappy huh? Maya thought.

With her hands on her waist, Maya further observed her target audience. In their early twenties, they showed classic signs of a stubbornness, immersed in nothing but boredom.

“ Are you the hostess? I thought this place was supposed to be fun”

Ms. Snappy added rudely. Maya chuckled.

“Oh...now don’t be too hasty with your impression, hun” Clasping her hands, she maintained her positivity, “Maybe something particular isn’t suiting to your taste here. Like, in my opinion?” Bending low, she attempted empathy by leaning towards them to whisper, “I think the music can be a bit more….you know , dance friendly? And the dancers...they may seem a little monotonous I don’t know-”

“So? why don’t you do something about it?”

Ms. Snappy asked, raising eyebrows whilst snapping fingers at her. The other girlfriends nodded in approval.

Typical Spoilt kids, Maya thought. She had to think fast. Telling the dancers off in public didn’t seem respectful to the club. She had only one option.

The DJ’s face lit up when she came up to him and whispered in his ear. Upon seeing his thumbs up of agreement, she motioned one of the dancers to get down from the box. Thankful for wearing sturdy high heels, Maya managed to catch everyone’s attention including Lucifer’s when she gave the DJ a nod.

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A smile came over her the moment the music began. Looking down, she permitted the music to take over her soul. Until she finally felt possessed.

She snapped her fingers to rhythm, as her body embraced the song completely.Her hips. They certainly did not lie, swaying to steady rhythm, eliciting whistles and cheers from the crowd. Riled up, Maya did not hesitate to let loose as the chorus began.

Body rolling, buttocks bouncing, nothing was close to demure or decent when she reunited with her dance-enthusiastic self. And the crowd certainly liked what they saw.

A long loud whoop later, Maya watched the others join in the dance fun, including Ms. Snappy and her snapper crew. Eyes widened with excitement, they certainly appeared different.

“Oh my god…” Ms. Snappy cried, “That was incredible!”

“See? I told you…” panting, Maya got down from the box, “it’s all about the right song...Now come on ! Shake that booty gurl…”

Finally, looking around, she sensed no dissatisfaction. The atmosphere was on fire. All was well again.

Amidst excited squeals, Maya moved over to the DJ.

“Put some dancehall and we’re golden” she said, giving the ok sign, “Thanks!”

“Ms.Sigera!”

Maya turned in a flash upon hearing Lucifer’s voice. Her long, loose locks that bounced earlier, suddenly rested on her shoulder with obedience by his tone.

“I must admit...I am impressed!” He said, with a huge smile on his face, “Amazing dancer and mood maker? Who could have known?”

“Nah!” She shook her head, “I’m not that good of a dancer” she said, while being guided to the bar “You see, what I did was...” an awkward pause came over her, when one of his alluring groupies wrapped themselves around him, “Uh...it’s just the right choice of music. It ...goes a long way” she continued, her professionalism maintained.

“Hands on…I quite like that” He commented, fully focused on her, as the friendly bartender handed over a mojito.

“Thank you” Maya said, looking at both of them.

“And…”Lucifer said, gesturing to the bartender, “ as promised…” gasps came over her when they revealed a duffle bag filled with cash. With discretion.

“Oh my god-”

“Dad has nothing to do with this!” Lucifer said, sounding offended. “What?”

“No matter. So…” he began, “...will you be making the transaction for your uncle’s freedom tonight?”

“Actually I think I will” she said with a chuckle, “I’m in such a good mood right now, don’t think anything’s gonna ruin it. Besides...” lowering her voice, “I just wanna get it done soon…get over it you know. Be free” she said, taking the bag with a big smile. Lucifer chuckled back.

“Then I’m glad” he said, raising his glass “Good Luck Ms.Sigera. Ladies, if you excuse me…”

And just like that, she watched him disappear into the crowd. For a second, she felt her stomach turn.

“Are you gonna sleep with him too?”

“What?” Shocked, she realized the woman who clung on to him was still around, “Oh no!” Maya replied. The blonde adjusted her dress enough to reveal more cleavage excitedly.

“Well…I am. Can’t wait” Her enthusiasm was akin to an overexcited teenager. Chuckling, Maya patted her on the shoulder, “Well...I can’t blame ya” she said, making sure that it was her exit line before the big mission.

Little did she know, on the other side of the club, something else was brewing. Little did she know, how Lucifer Morningstar excused himself, only to find his way to his demonic bodyguard.

“Care for a rush-inducing adventure, Maze?”

He said, leaning against the stair railing beside her, who sat and indulged the visual of a dancer. Mazikeen licked her lips, “Only if its got to do with some good old fashioned violence ” she said, taking out one of her knives to admire.

“Well, my friend. You’re in luck”

The lord of hell replied,

“Cause we are about to take out some ‘baddies’”

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(10:00 pm)

Making contact wasn’t exactly necessary, when her uncle knew of the usual Wednesday warehouse spot for “El Fuego” poker night. Maya made sure she wasn’t followed, she made sure she wasn’t made suspicious either.

But the moment she stepped in to the place, all her built up tough defenses went flying out.

“What the-?” She breathed.

‘El Fuego’ that she heard of and have seen, were proud, standing tall and threatening.

Never lying on the ground, groaning in pain, like what she just saw.

Every gang member, weakened to the floor, looked bloody or swollen and no way shape or form to fight. Some of the light bulbs were broken, chairs were in pieces. The scene, it looked strangely similar to a fight that had gone bad. And lost to the lowest point.

“Pater Noster, qui es in caelis, sanctificetur nomen tuum...”

Latin words, that suspiciously sounded like a prayer appeared out of nowhere. Stepping over a groaning gangster, Maya found the leader Juan.

She had heard stories about him. About the cold blooded schemer who did not bat an eye to kill, to steal, to make her uncle a forever debtor.

Anti climactic it was certainly, to see him hiding behind his wooden chair, before a now-non existent table at an empty warehouse.

“.... Fiat voluntas tua, sicut in caelo et in terra. Panem nostrum quotidianum da nobis hodie...”

prayers left the old man’s trembling lips as he sat on the floor with his eyes closed.

“Hey!” Maya called out, “...a-are you okay-”

“GET AWAY FROM ME!”

The man screamed out, fear quite visible in his face. Gaunt, with no color, tears streamed down his cheeks.

“I don’t need your money” he said. Maya raised her eyebrows.

“How did you-”

“RUN!” He yelled, “The devil is among us. You better run. Or else...he will find you!” Juan said, pointing at you , “Tell Pablo that it’s over...JUST GO!”

That was it? All is done? Just like that? It all seemed too easy. Why?

Lingering around for the answers was not Maya’s intention, especially amongst ‘El Fuego’.

Taking the gang leader’s word, she left. But she did not go home.

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The flashing disco lights shone in her eyes. Closing them, her ears were drowned in the rhythmic melody of the music played. Though she only was there a few times, Maya felt at home at LUX already.

“Looking for someone?”

“Gah!” Clutching her chest, she laughed seeing Lucifer appear from behind her, “Actually I was .... I’m here to give this back” she said, holding the duffle bag in front of the quizzical Lucifer Morningstar, “Cause something crazy happened”

“Really? do tell”

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Too excited to even drink, Maya described the incident animatedly to the fascinated club owner beside the bar.

“…And he just... kept telling me to run away, or else the Devil might get me”

“The Devil? Really?”

“Yeah, It was just insane. The day I go to pay back the money, everything’s just…poof! cancelled” she said, lost in thought, “ it’s like someone is watching over me-”

“Hmmm hmmm...interesting. So he says the devil...he might get you?”

He asked, only to watch her nod nonchalantly, “Then here is my query...Ms. Sigera...” He proceeded to ask, “Suppose you actually meet the devil? Would you run away?”

Serious, he sounded serious. But Maya could only lean in and smile.

“If I...actually meet the devil, running away would be the last thing I’ll ever do” she said softly, proceeding to chuckle, “Hell ! I’d probably even have a drink with the fella, chatting away until he gets fed up of me” she added, leaning back in her barstool.

“Oh! He certainly won’t!” Lucifer answered quick, making her giggle.

“How can you be so sure?”

“I just am, darling” He said with confidence, “Regardless, crisis averted. Congratulations Ms.Sigera, your family is officially free!” Raising his glass, he cried out. Grinning from ear to ear, she took a bow.

“And now...” standing straight, she heard him continue, “it’s time for that favor back”

Of course, she knew of this. Tit for tat.

“Oh dear...” sitting cross legged, Maya began, “Nothing too cruel I hope.” Flashing a nervous smile.

Lucifer smiled.

“On the contrary...”

“Hmm?”

“I want to do business with you”

Never did Maya’s jaw drop faster than it did just then.

“W-WHAT?” She asked.

“I am agreeing to your offer.” He replied with a chuckle, amused by her expression, “Your cooperate deal with LUX. But that’s only if you are the officially coordinator...no one else”

Overwhelming happiness came over her.

“This is just…” Maya paused, “Hang on…is this because any sympathy bullshit?” Worryingly, she asked, clutching the table dramatically. “No of course not!…The way you handled that party tonight, which...still seems to be going on. That’s thanks to you-What? what’s so funny?”

Confused, Lucifer inquired when she laughed. “No no…I’m just happy” she breathed, raising both her hands up in the air, “Ahhh Fucking Finally! IT’S HAPPENING!! Ahem! Pardon me…”

Embarrassed, she realized her place as she retracted her arms back down.

Until Lucifer held one back up.

“Oh no no….” He said, smiling:

“...from now on. No pardon required, Ms. Sigera ”

Maya never felt more victorious. She felt as if she had conquered the near impossible.

“Right...” Lucifer rubbed his hands together, “...how about we sign the contract tomorrow?”

“Wait...what?”

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calpalirwin · 4 years

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Yoga

Summary: Female reader approaches Ashton in a yoga class because he looks safer than the douchebag frat boys in the back. Spoiler alert: she was right.

Content: Stupid boys who try to press their luck, and a man and woman who are having none of it.

Word count: Have I ever told you how many words I write? Would it matter if I did? We both know you’re gonna read it anyway (I’m snarky this fine day and I make zero apologies for it.)

And away, and away we go!

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You frowned as you looked around for a place to set your yoga mat down. You wanted to be near the front, but you definitely didn’t want to be in front of the group of frat guys checking out every girl’s ass as they snickered in the back. Your eyes glanced across the man sitting cross-legged on his mat with his eyes closed. He looked threatening, with his massive arms and legs, but his face looked so peaceful. He definitely seemed safer than the frat douches. “Excuse me,” you said softly, poking his shoulder to get his attention.

He opened his eyes- a stunning mixture of green and goldish hues- and turned his head to look at you. “Hey,” he offered with a soft smile.

“Hey,” you said back. “Is it cool if I set up my mat here? You’re not waiting for anybody are you?”

“Be my guest,” he told you, his eyes closing again.

“Thanks.”

~~~

You opened your eyes as you breathed out, noticing the frat boys behind you. They were barely in the pose at all, nodding at the girls in front of them and wiggling their eyebrows suggestively at each other. You shot one a death glare when he winked at you and made a kissy face. God, did boys ever grow up? you wondered as your gaze flicked to the man next to you.

His eyes were closed as he raised his body on his fingertips, his heels lifting off the floor as he arched deeper in the pose.

“And exhale into upward facing dog,” the instructor said and you watched as the man moved seamlessly into the next pose. God, he moved beautifully, you thought as you followed suit, feeling your muscles stretch with your movements. You rolled your eyes at the snickered “doggy-style” jokes from the boys behind you, noticing the way the man’s jaw tensed their words.

~~~

“You always this flexible?” one of the frat douches came up to you after class, leaning a hand against the wall.

“Go away,” you said, avoiding his gaze as you put your mat in your bag.

“Aw, c’mon, doll. Let me see how that body moves.”

“Oh, this body’s gonna move alright,” you growled. “Gonna move my fist straight into your face if you don’t leave me alone.”

“Ooo, you’re feisty. I like it,” he said, reaching out a hand to caress your cheek.

You squeezed your eyes shut, preparing for him to touch you, grateful it was just your face. “Hey, sweetheart, you ready?” a voice asked, as a hand rested protectively on your shoulder instead of your cheek.

You opened your eyes to see the handsome stranger standing next to you. He kept his hand on your shoulder, but he kept it steady, not adding any more pressure to the touch than necessary. His gaze was heavy on the frat boy, his face neutral but his eyes flashing dangerously like he was daring Frat Boy to try something in his presence. “Yeah, babe,” you answered with a bright smile at Frat Boy who’s cocky grin got wiped from his face and he slunk off. “Thank you,” you whispered once the boy was gone.

“Need me to walk you to your car?”

“No, I’ll be okay. Thanks, babe,” you winked.

“Anytime, sweetheart.”

~~~

The man was there again, in the same position he was when you found him last week. “Hey babe,” you grinned as you set up next to him.

“Hi, sweetheart,” he said, opening his eyes and smiling at you. It was a cute smile that made crinkles around his eyes. Soft and unassuming. A dimple creating a small crater in his cheek.

You both looked behind you at the frat boys who immediately averted their gaze when you both caught them eyeing your body. “What is it about men and thinking women are obligated to bend to their will?” you wondered out loud.

“Boys, sweetheart. Men don’t think that way,” Babe corrected.

~~~

“You signing up for more classes, babe?” you asked him after the tenth and final class. You had been debating whether or not to continue yourself. While the frat boys had left you alone, you weren’t eager to repeat the experience without Babe’s protective presence. Not that you needed protection. But, unfortunately boys respected men more than they respected women.

“Of course. Gotta protect my sweetheart,” he winked.

Your cheeks flushed. “I don’t…”

“I know you don’t. I saw the way you almost bashed his teeth in after that first class. I only stepped in because I didn’t want you to hurt your hand.”

You smiled. You still didn’t know his name, but that didn’t stop you from feeling connected to him. “See you next week, babe.”

“Not if I see you first, sweetheart.”

~~~

It was dark as you made your way into the gym. You liked going early in the morning as it was less crowded as the world still slept, and the floor-to-ceiling windows gave a view of the sunrise that was the best damn way to start your day.

“Hey, doll,” the voice whispered close to your ear, making your blood run cold.

You squared your shoulders and kept walking.

“Hey, I’m talking to you,” he said, grabbing your arm.

“That’s nice,” you said, your skin on fire, and not in a good way.

“Not so brave without that boy of yours, huh?”

“Says the boy approaching a woman alone in the dark after she expressed her disinterest.”

“You resisting only makes this more enjoyable, doll.”

You rolled your eyes, refusing to give him the satisfaction of him knowing that he scared you. “You don’t scare me.”

“Is that why you need your bodyguard? Because I don’t scare you? C’mon, we all know he isn’t really your boyfriend.”

“The only thing I need is for you to leave me alone.”

“Nah, I don’t think so.”

“That’s a shame,” another familiar voice sounded, “but this isn’t about you, mate.” Babe’s arm snaked around your shoulder. “You good?” he whispered low enough for only you to hear as his lips barely pressed up against your cheek. Then, for Frat Boy’s benefit, “Sweetheart, you left your water in the car.”

Frat Boy muttered something under his breath and stalked off. You went weak with relief and it was a good thing Babe still had his arm around you. “Whoa,” he said, adjusting his hold to keep you from falling, immediately dropping his arms to his side when he was sure you could stand upright.

You turned into him as a frightened sob racked through your body. “Thank you,” you said, lifting you head to look up at him.

He kept his arms at his sides, fighting the urge to wrap you tightly in his arms. “Told you I’d see you first, sweetheart,” he said, hands going in the pockets of his leather jacket, the sunrise making the colors in his eyes dance wildly.

“It’s Y/N,” you told him.

“Ashton,” he answered.

“I think this is the part where the saving lead kisses the damsel in distress.”

“Nah, if I’m gonna kiss you, it’ll be when you’re a little less distraught. Maybe after a coffee date?”

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messagefromtheveins · 5 years

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Mirrors

A/N: So... there’s a part in here that’s like, a bit much? Idk. I was told to go for it, but I’m still unsure about it.

Words: 2187

Pairing: Shawn/reader

Warning: smut

You knew he had something planned. It was the way this small smirk had spread over his lips when he had stepped into the hotel room. And how he had kept looking at you with this intrigued and almost excited expression in his eyes.

The room was bathed in a warm orange glow coming from the bedside lamps, your body buried underneath the thick white covers and your eyes closed when he stepped out of the bathroom. You heard his bare footsteps on the soft carpet before the bed dipped under his weight behind you, his body shifting closer until his chest was pressed up against your back.

"Shawn," you mumbled without opening your eyes, feeling his warm breath on your neck before his lips touched your shoulder in soft kisses, gentle fingers brushing the strap of your top away. He simply hummed and let his fingertips trail down your arm in a touch that had goosebumps breaking out on your skin while the other pushed under your pillow. "The light."

He smiled against your skin before he placed a trail of chaste kisses to your neck. "I know," he murmured. Your eyes opened, catching the reflection of the two of you in the mirror right across the bed as his hand slowly snuck beneath your top hidden under the blanket. His eyes were opened and looking right at you as he placed soft kisses over your neck and jaw, not breaking eye contact while his hand slowly crept further up your body until he cupped one of your breasts. You bit your bottom lip and saw him grin, gently rolling your nipple between his fingers until it hardened.

He did the same with the other side before he let his fingertips slowly trail down your stomach, teasing along the edge of your panties before he pulled his hand back. You helped him as he pushed the covers down until they barely reached your knees while he tilted his hips against yours, letting you feel his hard bulge against your butt. "So, that's why you’ve been so excited all day long?" you asked with a grin and watched his hand as he teased your hardened nipples over your top.

He simply grinned against your skin and placed a soft peck on your shoulder before he pushed the hem of your top up. His eyes were lazy and satisfied as he watched how you turned on your back and fought out of the piece of clothing, his hand eagerly exploring the exposed skin before you turned to fully face him, your chest pressing against his. He watched your reflection in the mirror as you placed soft kisses all over his neck and chest, watching his own hand as he explored every inch of your back and wishing you could see it, too.

Grinning into your hair, he let you push down his boxers and carelessly kicked them off while your hand wrapped around his length, his eyes falling shut in relief. His fingertips slowly ghosted down your back before his hand pushed beneath your panties, cupping one of your cheeks and giving it a firm squeeze. Opening his eyes again when you shifted down, he tore his gaze off the mirror to look at you directly instead, watching how you peppered soft kisses down his stomach before you took his tip into your mouth. His hand landed on the back of your head, fingers burying into your hair while you lazily sucked and twirled your tongue around his tip, not taking him further into your mouth. You knew exactly how to drive him crazy.

Though, you were surprised that he didn't complain. Usually he started squirming after a couple of seconds and begged you for more, but this time he stayed quiet, caressing the back of your head in a loving way. "Why do you always have to sabotage my plans like this?" he asked as your eyes moved up to look at him, a soft smile playing on his lips. "Come up here, honey," he murmured, his chest filling with an unexpected feeling of pride when you followed his orders without hesitation. He captured your lips in a kiss as soon as you were close enough, his hand cupping the side of your face before it moved down to your hip. You wordlessly followed his guiding hand as he pushed to get you to turn around again, pulling you close against his chest once you faced the mirror again. "Look at you," he softly groaned behind you, his tattooed hand slowly tracing over your stomach before he moved it down, easily sneaking beneath your panties.

Your legs immediately spread for him, a quiet moan falling from your lips as nimble fingers teased your clit in slow circles. "Shawn, please," you sighed, seeing the way he bit his bottom lip as he pushed a single finger into you, feeling how wet you already were.

He nuzzled his nose into your hair and placed a kiss behind your ear, his finger rubbing over your clit again. "Hmmm, baby," he hummed and nibbled on your earlobe, teeth gentle and tongue soothing. "You're such a good girl for me," he praised, an immediate blush spreading over your cheeks, "gonna let me love you like this?"

You nodded without hesitating for even a second, feeling him grin against the crook of your neck. He brought his hand up and tapped his finger against your lips, his deep groan vibrating against your back when you immediately opened your mouth and sucked on his finger. You moaned softly as you tasted yourself on his skin, his teeth lightly digging into your neck while he left his mark on you, always keeping his eyes on you while your tongue twirled around his knuckle. With a low growl he released your skin that already turned red and purple while he slowly pulled his finger out of your mouth, his teeth harshly digging into his bottom lip when he saw the blissed out expression on your face.

He rushed to shove your panties off, letting you kick them off while he grasped the base of his throbbing cock, the touch giving him barely any relief. "Look at us," he mumbled, your gaze moving to the mirror right in front of you again. He looked at you through the reflection while he guided himself into you and watched how your eyelids fluttered and your mouth opened with quiet gasps as he stretched you open around him. "Look at how well you're taking me," he groaned and gripped your thigh to hold it up as he pushed in as deep as possible, the sight of his length disappearing inside of you making him twitch heavily against your walls. Your eyes fell shut, immediately feeling his teeth gently nibbling on your shoulder. "Gotta keep your eyes open for me, beautiful."

You swallowed heavily and forced your eyes open again, moaning his name when you watched how he pulled halfway out before he slowly thrust into you again. "We need a mirror like this in our bedroom," you sighed and turned your head around to him, his lips immediately covering yours. He lightly sucked on your bottom lip while he set a deep and steady pace, your pelvis tilting back to give him a better angle.

"You know what we also need?" he mumbled and placed a kiss near your chin when you turned your head back to the view in front of you, "a mirror on the ceiling."

"Let's just have sex in one of those infinity mirror rooms," you giggled, his soft laugh reaching you while his hand moved from your thigh to place on the bottom of your ribcage.

Placing a kiss on your shoulder, he swiped the grin right off your face when he hit a spot deep inside of you that had you gasping. The giggly atmosphere switched instantly, his hand moving up to cup one of your boobs while his thrusts quickened. "God, you're so gorgeous," he murmured into your ear and nibbled on your earlobe while he had his gaze on the most beautiful view he had ever seen- the way your boobs moved with each of his thrusts while he got to watch all the expressions you couldn't hold back followed by the sounds he loved so much, the way your stomach tensed every time your walls clenched around him. The way your eyelids kept fluttering just to fully open again, eyes moving back and forth between his gaze and where the two of you were connected so intimately.

He watched with curious eyes as you grasped his wrist and gently pulled his hand away, instead guiding it down your body until you placed his palm on your lower stomach. "I can feel you right here," you breathed, a flush immediately spreading over his cheeks while a low groan left his lips. His hand pushed down as he buried himself as deep as possible into you and pulled a surprised gasp from you. His head dropped to rest on your shoulder as your walls in return squeezed around him, his hand flexing on your stomach.

"Touch yourself for me," he rasped and mouthed at your neck while he watched how you brought a hand down, two fingers covering your clit and moving in quick patterns. Grinning against your skin, he made sure to hit your spot every time he moved into you, his hand slowly moving up and caressing your stomach and chest in light touches that had you squirming for more, your eyes that met his through the reflection silently begging for it.

You forgot how to breathe momentarily as his hand slowly wrapped around your neck, his thumb resting below your ear and pushing down a bit where he could feel your pulse racing while his fingers folded around the other side of your neck. Goosebumps broke out all over your body, the feeling of his cock dragging along your walls suddenly so much more intense even though he didn't apply any kind of pressure- his hand was simply resting around your neck.

You had always loved the swallow tattoo on the back of his hand. You loved to trace the lines during the calmer moments of his usually hectic life, loved to place a kiss on it when he was holding your hand. You loved how it looked early in the morning when you woke up before him to find him spread over most of the bed on his stomach, feet sticking out from the bottom and his hand resting on the white pillow beside his head. But it had never looked as good as it did right now, standing out against his skin near the center of your throat. "Fuck, Shawn. I'm so close."

"Don't stop," he warned when he noticed how your motions on your clit slowed, his fingers just lightly pushing against the side of your neck for a split second and noticing- with a hint of satisfaction swelling in his chest- how you immediately continued with the former pace. "I'm right there with you," he murmured and kept his gaze on you while he placed sloppy kisses over your shoulder. It didn't take more than a couple of thrusts for him to come undone- the way your eyebrows furrowed in pleasure when he heavily twitched against your walls had him groaning against your skin while he gave you all he had.

Your free hand came up to grip his forearm as you reached your high before he even recovered from his, your walls wildly clenching around his length while he came to a stop deep inside of you, his satisfied eyes watching you through the mirror. How your fingers on your clit had turned frantic, how your chest was quickly moving up and down, how your thighs were trembling where he could feel them against his own, how your stomach kept tensing and relaxing over and over.

With a deep breath you pulled your hand back and let your eyes fall closed, your body completely relaxing against his. He placed soft and calming kisses over your neck and shoulder after removing his hand from around your neck, his fingers lightly tracing over your side while he slowly pulled out of you. You clumsily turned around to him, clinging to him while your lips met his in a kiss that started rushed and then turned soft and tender, his hand on your back holding you as close as possible to his chest. He didn't try to deepen the kiss, instead let you take the lead while you captured his lips in gentle little kisses over and over again.

He didn't let you go far as you finally pulled back, peppering small kisses over your cheeks until he left a lingering one on your forehead. "Okay?" he whispered and looked down on you, his hand lifting to brush your hair back as you gave him an exhausted smile.

"Very okay," you responded, eagerly moving into his embrace as he wrapped his arms around you in a protective hug.

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sevi007 · 5 years

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Spoilers for DMC 5

Summary: Finding a way back to himself, back to his brother, and out of Hell - Vergil learns that those had been the easier parts of his new journey. Because redemption is not simply offered on a silver plate, and bonds take time to forge. But Nero might just be worth all of that.

Warnings: Uh, swearing, cause it’s Nero, and probbaly a bit OOC-ness on Vergil’s side (first time writing him, and he’s a difficult fella, I tell you)

Word Count: 7227

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Fortuna.

Of all the places he had been to in his life, this city was not one he had expected to return to one day, with his business here finished and other goals to be chased.

Ah, but you didn’t think you would return to anything, a tiny voice in his mind mocked, sounding suspiciously like the croak of a bird. Didn’t think you would come back from this last fight, did’cha, boy?

Vergil scowled into the sky before him, banning the voice – memory, ghost, whatever it was – back into his subconsciousness. No more of this. I woke up from you.

Part of him expected a reply still. Waited for the flutter of wings, the pressure of claws on his shoulder, mocking and taunting in his ear. It didn’t come. Of course it didn’t, he told himself sternly, that part of him was gone, chased away like dark dreams in the morning sun.

The only noise left behind was the avid chatter and laughter drifting up from the garden stretched down below. People talking over each other, laughing together. The sound of cutlery being set on tables, glasses clinking and chairs and tables being pushed together to make room for everyone, interspersed with easy chats.

Below him, life continued on, as if nothing had happened. As if they hadn’t all been in danger of being wiped of this earth mere months ago.

Easy companionship. High spirits. Celebrating their return from Hell, had been said, but he had the hunch that these people did not really need a reason to sit together and celebrate, if they felt like it.

Nero had seemed at ease in the middle of things. Not as open and enthusiastic about it as the girl (Kyrie, Vergil recalled, the name not easily forgotten due to her very resolute reception of him upon his return). But still, the young man had easily greeted the various people who had showed up, accepting hugs and pats readily, striking up conversations freely.

It shouldn't have been a surprise. The boy considered these people friends, most of them family, even.

Vergil, on the other hand, must have counted for neither of those options.

He had left (not fled, never fled, he told himself) the scene at the earliest chance, when not too many people had been looking. Had chosen the highest point of the house’s roof as his refuge, to watch attentively and think.

Bright blue eyes had followed him, he knew, had all but burned into his back, but he had ignored it. If his brother wanted something from him, he would find him. Not even the deepest depths of hell or the highest point of a cursed tree had stopped his brother before. A roof would be a joke in comparison.

A deep voice started a sing-song right behind him, words full of mockery and taunt, “Vergil, Vergil, sitting on a roof, K-I-S-S-I-…”

Speak of the devil.

“If you keep that up,” Vergil warned without even turning around. “I will stab you. Again.”

“Aaaah,” Dante nodded wisely while he dropped beside his brother, legs dangling dangerously over the edge for the blink of an eye until he shifted and settled. Sprawled out leisurely, he flapped a hand at the other. “Still pissed cuz I one-upped you, I see.”

“Your counting is getting worse. I am currently leading.”

“Pfffft, sure, bro, sure.”

A fall from the roof, Vergil reflected, would sadly not do his twin any harm, even if he put all his strength into giving him a much needed push.

“Did you want something, Dante?”

Dante hummed non-committally, lounging so close to the edge it was a miracle gravity didn’t take hold of him yet. He didn’t start talking – which, probably, was the most ironic thing the more talkative of the two could have done.

Finally, Vergil’s finger already twitching as he went over the idea with the push again, Dante spoke up. “You know, I would have figured you would at least try before running again.”

Pretense would not work, not on him, but Vergil tried, anyway, eyes closing as he summoned whatever calmness he still had left. “No one is running from anything, dear brother.”

“Dear brother. You only call me that when you’re seriously out of it. And you don’t even mean it.”

“I do wonder why that is.”

“So, you’re running,” Dante ignored the comment which dripped with sarcasm, going in for the kill instead, “Because how I see it is - you’re up here, and the kid is down there, so do tell me how you guys are gonna talk this out?”

Of course. Vergil closed his eyes for a moment. Suddenly, the prospect of a trusty nightmare at his side was more enticing than having his twin here instead. Then again, there was not much difference between the two. “What should we talk out, in your opinion?”

“Hm, let me think about that…,” Dante drawled. “Right. Perhaps that he’s your son? Happy Father’s Day, by the way. I think you missed a few of those in the last years.”

“You are simply stating a fact. There is nothing to discuss about it.”

“Oh for fuck’s sake, Vergil, I thought we talked about this - at least give the kid a chance to get to know you, you stubborn asshole.”

Avoiding the other’s gaze when he could all but taste the disappointment in his words was no longer possible, and Vergil glanced over, feeling horribly tired. “I am not who he remembers.”

“Well, yeah,” Dante stared back at him, slightly askance, fully exasperated. “Not much he could remember, with you being phenomenally absent for… eh. All his life?”

The urge to snap And whose fault is that? was there, clawing at his insides like a living beast. Vergil swallowed it down, forced himself to think No.

He had been the one too blind, not Dante. He had been the one to jump head first, without thinking of what exactly he was possibly leaving behind.

It had taken him breaking apart to put together what mistakes he had made. He would not forget again.

One breath, two, three, and the urge subsided. He was getting better at ignoring that old, bitter part of himself which tried to convince him everything was his twin’s fault. A reflex honed over years, and not easily unlearned now. He fought to banish it, dispatching it every day a bit more, with each interaction with his… his family.

Family.

That particular word would take some time to get used to.

Dante was still watching him, expectant and accusing at the same time, he knew, yet Vergil didn’t meet his gaze. There was nothing he could say in his defense, and the only explanation for his statement was one Dante wouldn’t understand.

He didn’t even understand it fully, himself. He only knew that there was… something. Something which was his, but not quite. Memories in his mind, fuzzy things, like a nice dream he once had and now couldn’t recall clearly. A part of him that remembered a helping hand, a shoulder offered to lean on, a now-familiar becoming voice reminding him to rest, to take it easy. Remembered the relief that came with it, with having someone to count on, to trust.

There was a man who remembered Nero as something more than a stranger.

(- “V you gotta rest” - )

(- “I guess I owe you one.” -)

(- the tool, the last hope, the boy, Nero, Nero-)

(Why had his first thought upon reassembling the halves of his very being been to thank this boy, someone who had been a stranger to him then? It had been there, the words right on the tip of his tongue, stronger than the old urge to win and proof himself right. His heart had beat and beat and beat, each thrum a whisper of You remember him, you do, you do…)

But he wasn’t that man anymore. He didn’t remember. Not really. Not himself.

Tche, and not gonna do anything about that, are ya?

This time, his hand nearly twitched upwards to shove someone off his shoulder – before he noticed there was nothing to shove at. No feathers nor claws, no sharp beak pecking him for trying.

Deliberately, he lowered his hand again, balling it into a fist to keep it where it was.

If Dante had noted his sudden movement, he did not to comment on it. Instead the younger rolled around with a grunt, away from the edge, and stood in a way that somehow managed to be casual yet graceful. Stretching with a loud yawn, Dante squinted into the setting sun for a moment – only to turn and kick his brother in the lower back. Hard. “That’s for being an obstinate asshole.”

Vergil grunted, glared, but didn’t so much as budge or fight back. “Obstinate. I’m surprised you even know what that means.”

The grin Dante sent him back was more teeth than anything else, eyes a hard glint to them. “Good thing the kid is better in this whole family department than we both are, jackass. He isn’t going to let you off the hook that easily.”

It took Vergil a second to make the connection, and once he did, he nearly cursed out loud, out of character as it was. Head swiveling around, he did indeed catch sight of the young man standing at a distance, balanced on top of the roof as if gravity didn’t concern him, hands shoved into his pockets and watching the twins with a slight frown.

Nero noticed his gaze and lifted a hand in greeting after an awkward, fidgety pause. He stood ramrod straight, shoulders tense and clearly uncomfortable – but also like someone on a mission, not ready to back down a single step, jaw set and head held high.

Vergil hadn’t felt him coming, much less heard, too caught up in the presence of his twin… which probably had been the plan all along.

Much to his displeasure, Dante proved to be immune to his death glare, shrugging at him. “Told you. Not off the hook.”

“You just can’t mind your own business, can you.”

“You knew that already,” and then, all casualness was gone. Dante moved with the speed of a striking demon, too fast for the human eye, and all of sudden he was there, right in Vergil’s space, hand on his twin’s shoulder like a vice, forehead to forehead, blue boring into blue. “Listen up here, Vergil – no idea what’s going on in that head of yours, but Nero is not me. He is not you. I learned that the hard way, and you will have to learn that, too. So whatever got you all stuck up about this; get over it, and quick. You’re not gonna get an endless amount of chances, capisce? You already got a lot more than others did. ”

Instinctively and beyond his control, Vergil tried to avoid the gaze burning into his, only to find that it was impossible, partly because of the hand on his shoulder like a steel shackle, partly because of the sheer intensity in those eyes. Trapped and backed into a corner, he ground out between clenched teeth, “I know that.”

“Oh, good.”

In the blink of an eye, Dante had backed off again, rocking back with the biggest grin on his face, hands put on his hip as if nothing had happened just now. A quick glance over to Nero – the younger still kept a respectful distance, staring off into the distance now as if this did not concern him – and Dante got serious again, voice low, “Like I said – he’s better at this than we are. He’s better than you. Better than me. So get a move on and try, you deadbeat of a father.”

Then, softer, but no less stern. “He deserves it. Don’t fuck this up, Verge.”

With one last salute, mocking through and through, Dante turned and wandered off, leaving Vergil behind to comprehend everything that had been flung at him. Dimly, the older of the two noted how Dante stopped when he reached Nero, clapping the younger on the shoulder with a bright grin. A quick conversation, an eyeroll from Nero followed by an elbow into the elder’s rips, answered with a loud, bellowing laugh from the man. Then they separated again, pushing past each other gently.

Dante jumped off the roof without looking back once.

Vergil turned to look out over the city again (not much had changed, he noted, even if his memory of it was blurred and apparently the place had seen some rebuilding after demon attacks).

He made a point out of not looking, not checking what Nero would do. Cursing to himself for getting tricked into this so easily.

Quiet footsteps resounded, firm, not hesitating. They stopped next to him, before Nero lowered himself to sit beside him, feet dangling over the edge.

They sat in silence for a while, Nero’s gaze wandering down to the group in the garden, then over the city that had been his home all his life.

Then, finally, the younger spoke up, “You didn’t come over to greet us.”

Teeth grinding together for a second (not even straight to the point), Vergil tightened his shoulders, pulling himself up straight. “There were enough others to do so.”

“Right. Sure. So, what now? You avoiding your own party?”

“This party has nothing to do with me.”

“Yeah?” Now there was sharpness to Nero’s voice, even though he had tried to sound casual before. “The whole thing is about celebrating you guys getting back out of Hell alive. Would think that does concern you.”

Something cracked inside of Vergil – too many people trying to talk to him when all he wanted was silence to sort his thoughts, too many suspicious looks, too many voices in his mind not his own, too many decisions to make – and he snapped, ice lacing his words, “And me being alive is something to celebrate for you, yes?”

“After I busted my ass off to keep you dumbasses alive?” Nero’s voice had risen for a second, before he seemed to remember that there where people down there who could hear him. Obviously restraining himself through sheer willpower alone, he finished in a hiss, “Yes, dammit, it is.”

It should have made him angry, this child speaking in such a manner to him. The flaming gaze and bared teeth and balled fists should have put him on defense.

Surely, Vergil reflected, angry and confused at himself, surely this simple, angrily thrown out statement shouldn’t have made him feel relieved.

(You remember him, you do, you do…)

He closed his eyes against the heady, unfamiliar rush of emotions, willing them back, back into a heart that beat stronger and steadier than it had in years, demanding to be heard in a way he hadn’t felt in decades.

Better get this over with, before he did something stupid, Vergil thought – and took the leap. “If you have something to say, then speak.”

“I still think you’re a damn asshole.”

The words were quick, blurted out in such a rush as if they had wanted to come out of their own volition. For a second, Nero himself looked as if he was surprised by his outburst, before he frowned, turning away. He talked to the skyline instead, probably unaware of the way Vergil stared at the back of his head as he went. “I mean… fuck. Fuck, you cut my damn arm off! And you tried to kill Dante, who… who tries to kill their own brother?! That’s not even all you did – fuck, you, just – fuck you, okay?! Fuck you, for all the shit you tried to pull. But, Dante, me… You did that to your own family, you dick, you don’t just… you don’t just do that. Okay? It’s fucked up, that’s what it is. You’re fucked up.”

Silence settled between them, charged and heated, only interrupted by Nero’s heavy breathing, as if the young man had just fought a tough battle and was out of breath for it.

Then, just when Vergil had half a mind to up and leave (clearly, the boy had said what he had to say know, right, this was it, this was over) Nero breathed in deeply, a hitching sound, before letting it out again in a hiss. When he spoke, his shoulders had lost some of their tension, and he seemed to ponder something. “But… like a friend of mine said not too long ago… without you, I wouldn’t be here. You’re my family. And I know there’s more to you than all that.”

Too late, much too late, did Vergil realize that Nero’s gaze had dropped to something in the younger’s hand, gripped tightly but carefully.

All his anger evaporated as he caught sight of it - the old, slightly battered book gleamed golden in the light of the setting sun. A soft spot left wide open for all to see.

No.

Left in good, caring hands.

(- “Hold onto that until then” -)

As if sensing the elder’s gaze, Nero snapped up and around – eyes so bright they were nearly luminous, brows furrowed, the book raised like a weapon. A proof. Voice like steel, he repeated, “I know there is more to you.”

They stared at each other, blue into blue, nothing between them apart from a book and a decision. Nero looked like he dared him to disagree, to deny what he had just said.

Vergil found that he couldn’t do so.

And finally, when the denial didn’t come, Nero seemed to come to a decision. Nodding to himself, he all but jabbed a finger of his free hand against Vergil’s chest, not heading the fact that the older didn’t budge and merely lifted a quizzical eyebrow at him.

“So this is how this show is going to go from now on – you fucked up big time. And I saved your ass more than once. You owe me,” there was a hint of knowing and smugness in Nero’s expression, and Vergil had a sense of déjà-vu, since that looked all too familiar, “You said so yourself. In fact, I would say you owe me several times over, asshole. That’s one ripped off arm, at least two times I saved your sorry ass, and I’m pretty sure there’s more. Would say that means you have some redeeming to do.

And you will,” now, Nero’s voice was sharp and unforgiving, eyes blazing as he jabbed again, not minding the twitch in Vergil’s face. “Because, again – you owe me.”

For a moment, Vergil was struck speechless. There would have been a time, once, when this young one talking to him in such a way would have made him furious, would have had anger roar inside of him like wildfire.

It didn’t come, this time. Because the boy was right. He did owe him, had said so himself. If he broke his word now, Vergil knew with certainty, then he would never get another shot at… this. At getting to know Nero, the person he had caught glimpses off and had been proud of.

And that person - his son - wouldn’t let him off the hook, not that easily.

Vergil felt a smirk stretch over his face, respect and amusement flickering inside him. “Did you already plan on how this… redemption is supposed to go, as well?”

Narrowing his eyes, Nero mulled the answer over, the gaze sweeping over his opposite calculating. Finally, he snorted, leaning back and crossing his arms, chin raised. “You’re going to help with the rebuilding of Red Grave City, for starters. I don’t care how – if you send money for repairs over or fucking lay bricks yourself to rebuild, your decision. That destruction was your fault, and you will make up for that.”

His breath was momentarily knocked out of Vergil at the prospect of having to see that city again – roots of his he had believed to be unrooted now – before he nodded jerkily, teeth clenched.

Satisfaction gleamed in Nero’s eyes. He seemed to grow surer about this the longer the other didn’t disagree. “Next of – fucking stop trying to kill Dante.”

“That,” Vergil pointed out, almost mildly, “we have already stopped.”

“Yeah, yeah, whatever, don’t start it again. It’s bullshit, and I would just have to beat you guys up again,” Nero waved it off, clearly disinterested in hearing any more about it. Missing the way Vergil’s lips twitched into a grin for the blink of an eye. “And – turn it down with the asshole attitude. Not saying you gotta become a damn saint here, but nobody here is trying to slit your throat in your sleep, so stop acting like it.”

There was probably no point in telling the younger that he wasn’t all that sure if nobody ever at least felt the urge to do just that to him, so Vergil simply nodded mutely in response to that before, “Anything else?”

“A lot, probably,” Nero answered without missing a beat. “We will see about that when we get there.”

Vergil huffed, amused despite himself.

Nero looked him up and down again, considering. Then his posture relaxed slightly, forearms resting easily on his knees, shoulders slumping. “You’re actually not complaining about it.”

“Would it change anything?” A frown pulling at his expression, Vergil rolled his eyes. The quiet awe in Nero’s voice about that fact did not feel good at all. Had he not thought that Vergil would at least try?

“Nah. Just thought you would try to bargain at least.”

“I do not bargain about things,” Vergil frowned at the thought – well, perhaps there had been times where he should have done so. “I face what comes my way.”

“Head first through walls, huh?”

“I’ve been told I can be stubborn before, if you meant to imply that.”

At that, Nero laughed, quiet and deep. It was a surprisingly joyful sound nonetheless, and touched something in Vergil that he had thought long gone.

When Nero looked back up, past him and upwards, he was fully relaxed, eyes crinkling in silent amusement. “Hey, I just thought about something else you could do.”

Barely holding back a groan – did the younger have a list of deeds for him? – Vergil tilted his head in the other’s direction, signaling he was listening.

Nero kept his gaze on the sky above them, biting down on a smirk while he scratched his nose, pretending to think. “You know, I could use some help doing the dishes later.”

Vergil could feel his eyebrow twitching up in obvious surprise before he could stop it – the lapse in his expression clearly noted, since Nero’s smirk widened. At least his voice was still under his control, flat and cool as he more stated than asked, “The dishes.”

“You heard me.”

“You are not serious.”

“This is how I sound when I’m serious. You better get used to it real quick.” Nero must have noticed the disbelief on Vergil’s face, for he smirked, shoulders moving in what could have been a tiny shrug or suppressed laughter. “You did see how many people we invited, right? And Dante eats for three. There’s going to be a lot of dishes, and I’m not gonna do it alone.”

Vergil could only stare at this curious young man (son, family, his), who surely must be mocking him right now.

Who could have, should have put him down, should have torn into him, should have- he should have hated him.

The younger could have asked anything of him, in his debt as he was.

And he asked him to do inane chores.

“He’s better than you. Better than me.”

Was that… was that an offering? A chance?

His mind drew blank as to what he should do with this information, this turn of events.

“Don’t fuck this up, Verge.”

The rest of him, however, seemed to know, deep down. There was a mixture of warmth and something else, bright and strong, spreading through him, curling gently in his chest as if to stay there permanently.

Vergil didn’t feel like analyzing it. Not right now, at least.

He closed his eyes, tilted his face towards the setting sun. For the first time since taking this place high above the buzzing, lively group down in the garden, he felt the warmth on his face, the breeze caressing through his hair. Free enough of the thoughts repeating over and over in his head that he could pay attentions to the world around him again.

“Very well, then,” he conceded at last.

“Yeah?” He couldn’t see it, but the smirk in Nero’s voice palpable. “Alright, sweet. Counting on you.”

This time, the silence that settled between them held no anger, only a sense of calm.

Only to be interrupted from an outside source a minute later.

“GUYS!”

They both looked down to see Nico waving up at them with one arm, her free hand cupped before her mouth as a makeshift megaphone.

“What?!” Nero bellowed back.

“GET DOWN HERE, FOOD IS GONNA BE READY SOON!”

“If it’s not ready yet, there’s no need to yell at us already!”

“MOVE YOUR ASS, YOU HANDSOME DEVIL!”

“I told you not to call me that,… oh fuck’s sake,” Nero sighed, even though it didn’t sound sincere, and rock back and forth to push himself to his feet in one fluid motion. Clapping some dust off, he hesitated, gaze flickering down to where Vergil was still sitting. “You, ah. You coming?”

Gesturing vaguely, Vergil shook his head. “In a minute.”

“Suit yourself. But I’m not bringing you any food up here.”

It was a good thing Nero had already turned away, else he might have caught the little upwards twitch of Vergil’s lips in response.

Vergil, however, saw full well how Nero gingerly, almost tenderly, held the book full of poems against his chest as he made to leave, thumb caressing over the thin spine mindlessly.

It was a kind of care Vergil remembered clearly, from days long gone – days spent in libraries and bookshops, surrounded and soothed by bound pages and written words. And the books he had been most careful with had been those… Those he knew and loved.

“You read it.”

The question – statement – seemed to throw Nero for a second. He turned, gaze following that of the older back to the book, and realization dawned. A smile tugged at the corner of his lips (tugged at Vergil’s loud, demanding heart) as he ducked his head a little.

Scratching his cheek, Nero shook his head, “Didn’t finish. Missing a few poems yet.”

He must have misread something in Vergil’s expression, since he coughed lightly, scratching again, not meeting the other’s eyes. “I might have read a few of them multiple times. That takes time, okay.”

A quick glance over at the older, then Nero frowned, seeming to realize something. “What, you want it back? I mean, it’s yours, so…”

“Keep it.”

Nero halted in his movement, the hand offering the book halfway extended, eyebrows arched. Staring.

Vergil wasn’t much better off, surprised that he heard himself speak so quickly, so thoughtlessly. He clucked his tongue – at himself or Nero, he wasn’t sure – and gestured at the book between them. “Missing a few, you said. You should not leave things unfinished. It does not… seem to be your style.”

A beat, two… then something flickered over Nero’s face, the shift too quick for Vergil to analyze. Eyes narrowing then widening, before a slow, warm smile stretched over the young man’s face, growing into a crooked grin.

(It was the first time he had the younger see truly smile in his vicinity, part of Vergil noted.)

“Yeah, well,” Nero said, slowly, smile still there and softening his expression into something warm and open. He pulled the book back, safely tucking it into his jacket again. “Guess I inherited a stubborn streak from someone. Don’t do well with giving up halfway through.”

Processing that for a second, Vergil huffed, shaking his head as he turned away from the younger. “I see.”

Retreating steps could be heard, and Nero called over his shoulder. “Don’t let the food get cold.”

Vergil waited until he sensed that he had been left alone on the roof, before allowing himself to breathe out, deep and slow.

His heart beat steady and strong.

No urge to blame, to fight, to leave. No drive to chase after faraway goals.

Only quiet and peace.

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Maybe his disappearance hadn’t gone as unnoticed as he had thought, since there where very obvious reactions once Vergil tried to slip back into the middle of things without being seen. People fell silent in the middle of their sentence, heads turned and gazes followed him about.

Opting to ignore them, he straightened and made his way past them, keeping his attention on getting something to eat. Behind him, the conversations picked up again, yet he could feel the prickle of being watched every now and then, the hairs at his neck rising under the scrutiny, skin feeling itchy and tight due to it.

He didn’t let it show, didn’t let it deter him. Used the satisfied little curl of Nero’s lips once the younger spotted him in the crowd as his guide instead.

At least to the young man, he was welcome here. That would have to be enough for now.

He walked along the table that obviously served as the buffet, almost buckling under its load of an assortment of different food. Passing the stack of pizza cartons, smirk twitching around his lips at the sight, he halted, considered his options, and settled on some pasta, filling one of the plates at hand to the brim much like he had seen the other guests do.

For a moment, he almost forgot about the people around him, until a soft voice addressed him. “Vergil?”

A gentle hand on his elbow, the touch soft and light, stopped him in his tracks, more efficiently than any foe could ever had. He dropped his gaze to the fingers resting on him – asking for attention, not demanding, not restricting – and followed the length of the slender arm, up to Kyrie’s face.

She was smiling, eyes soft and warm with… amusement, of all the things. “I just wanted to tell you - don’t mind what Nero said.”

Alerted, Vergil narrowed his eyes at her, pondering what she could have heard of their conversation. It had not been all that personal, yet still it was… more than he felt comfortable with, to share with a stranger.

Kyrie blinked, before she laughed, raising a hand to her mouth to smother it. “Oh, no, I wasn’t listening in! I meant about the help with the dishes. Nero told me about it. You don’t have to do that of course - you’re our guest, after all.”

She didn’t mention any of the other demands Nero had made, even though Vergil was suddenly very sure that she knew about those, too. Even to him, it had been clear how close those two were, how much his son counted on the strong partner by his side, and vice versa.

Yet it was not her place to discuss those with him, and she knew that as well. He felt a sudden respect for this young woman well up in him, impressed by her loyalty to Nero.

Shoulders relaxing minutely, Vergil was about to answer, when it abruptly occurred to him that she had read his thoughts easily that, simply from his expressions. How curious and… confusing. Carefully schooling his face back into a neutral expression, voice quiet, he murmured lowly, ��It is of… it is no trouble.”

Of no matter, seemed wrong, he reflected, for it felt like it did, simple a task as it was.

Kyrie examined his expression, pursing her lips – only to start smiling again after a moment. “Alright, if you say so…”

“Hm.”

“… then, thank you in advance.”

The hand on his arm squeezed lightly before she pulled away, turning to survey the buffet. Taking up a plate and selecting a menu for herself, she smiled one last time at him, looking him straight in the eye, clearly happy when he inclined his head ever so slightly at her. And then she was gone again, easily weaving through people who made way for her.

Vergil watched her reach Nero at the other side of the garden. Watched still as Kyrie rose to her tiptoes and pressed a kiss to the man’s cheek, causing a bright smile to stretch over his face while he leaned down to murmur something into her ear, causing loud, happy laughter to echo over the little crowd. Was still watching as Kyrie picked something of her plate to offer it for Nero to eat…

Something old and long forgotten steered in Vergil’s memory –peaceful days, when father had come back home, carrying with him presents and tales. Mother’s eyes that had shone bright with laughter as her husband lifted her and twirled her around. Evenings spent curled together, four bodies all but wrapped around each other while father’s deep voice told them stories of places far away, and mother’s laughing protests when the stories got too adventurous and bloody rang out, even though the twins had fake-pouted for more.

This… this little scene he was witnessing here was a private scene, achingly familiar and yet something he was a stranger to. Suddenly feeling like an intruder, Vergil resolutely turned his back on the pair and walked away, aiming for the table that had been set up in a corner of the garden.

Much to his displeasure – at least he told himself so – Dante had already found his way to the table as well. Feet kicked up onto a corner of the wooden surface, arms crossed behind his head and rocking dangerously on the back legs of the chair, his twin grinned up way too smugly at him as he approached. “What did I catch back there? You, doing chores?”

Not dignifying with an answer what the other obviously knew already, Vergil picked a seat nearly at the opposite end of the table, getting comfortable.

“Kid must really have kicked your ass if you agreed to that.”

“He had good arguments to base his demands on. In fact, this part was the easiest one,” Vergil relented, ducking his head to hide his own smirk as Dante laughed at that. “He will make me work for it.”

“As he should. Good kid.”

Nothing in Dante’s voice gave the feeling as if he was joking with that comment, only fondness and respect audible when one listened close enough – knew him well enough.

And Vergil found himself agreeing with it. There would be a lot to do and atone for, yet… the reward might just be worth it. He considered the situation he found himself in in silence for a while, and came to a conclusion. “… I will. Work for it, that is.”

Will work to make it right, was left unsaid.

“Yeah?” Dante tilted his head to look at his twin, blinking in surprise, then grinned brightly and turned away again. “Good for him. For you both.”

“Hm-hm.”

“Would you look at these guys,” an amused voice cut between them, both twins turning as Trish approached, carrying a glass and nothing else with her. “They started without us.”

“Rude,” announced Lady, skipping past the blonde woman and around the table to look for a seat herself. “Must run in the family.”

“Okay, you take that back,” Nero shot back, snorting to himself as he observed the table. Behind him, the rest of the guests followed. “I didn’t do anything.”

“Fine, leaving you out of this one.”

“Thank you so much.”

“Okay, just to make this clear,” Dante announced, letting his chair fall back into a horizontal position and leaning over the table to accept the plate Kyrie handed him with a cheeky wink and mischievous grin. “I want a new, clean plate for every pizza I eat. No cartons. We got to give Mister Dishwasher here something to do.”

Vergil looked up from his plate just enough to send another inefficient glare in his twin’s direction. He received a toothy grin for his troubles. Figures.

“Dante, don’t be a di-…,” Nero stopped himself, eyes flickering to Kyrie who hid a smile behind her hand, before he turned back to scowl at Dante, “Don’t. Just, don’t.”

“Aw com’ on, kid…”

“No.”

“It’s just fun! Good ol’ fun between…”

“I’m going to punch you again, old man.”

Dante closed his mouth abruptly with a quiet click of teeth, leaning back with his plate and one hand raised in surrender.

The gesture of submission drew a bout of laughter from the people around them. Trish was grinning so brightly it must have hurt, and Lady was hooting with mirth. Even Kyrie was shaking with barely withheld laughter.

Morrison wiped away at tear before clapping Nero on the back, who looked up a bit perplexed, but ultimately grinned back. “Kid, I’ve never seen someone shut this guy down like that. Respect!”

“Hey, his bitch slaps hurt!” Dante protested. “Nearly killed me with that one!”

“Oh god,” Lady sniffled, still giggling. “I wish I could have seen that.”

“Nero, next time, give us a call beforehand,” Trish added, hand on Nero’s elbow as she leaned over to him. “We have to see that.”

“Sure, deal.”

“Probably went like…,” Nico imitated being slapped in the face and falling over with dramatic flailing, earning another round of laughter. She resurfaced with one hand propped on the table, laughing so hard she was nearly crying. “S-Sorry, sorry, that was just too good to pass up.”

“Okay, okay, we get it, punching me in the face is funny ….”

“It is,” Nero interrupted, eyes dancing with laughter. “It really is.”

Glowering at the younger, Dante stuffed a slice of pizza whole into his mouth, chewing near defiantly on it. The muttered “Punk.” was almost lost in cheese and tomato sauce.

“Alright, boys, no more fighting,” Kyrie announced, hands on her hips, fondness in her voice and smile on her lips. “We will enjoy our dinner together in peace.”

“Hear, hear!”

“That peace is gonna last two minutes, max.”

“The lady of the house has spoken, everybody shove some food into your mouth and shut up.”

“I can do that.”

“We know you can.”

“Was that a jab at my healthy appetite?”

“Nothing healthy about that, old friend.”

The chatter started up again easily, quips and jabs flying left and right, gentle shoves and punches being dished out while everyone laughed and talked over each other, all the while taking seats and getting comfortable. In all the ruckus, it seemed to be forgotten that one of them was more stranger than friend, the good mood and company easing any suspicion for the time being.

Vergil found himself sandwiched between Dante’s old partner Morrison, who nodded at him before turning around to strike up a conversation with Trish, and Nico, who was so caught up in explaining a new gun to Lady she didn’t even seem to notice who sat on her other side, exactly. Dante was talking with his mouth full, getting whacked over the head by Trish for it and laughing, the sound muffled, looking unapologetic to boot. A few of the children living with Nero and Kyrie were still running around the table, laughing loudly, rushing from one of the adults to the other to ask for stories about their demon hunting adventures.

It was an absolute mess, and noisier than Hell itself, but the urge to stand up and leave for peace and quiet never came, much to Vergil’s surprise. Deciding that was just as well, he tasted a bit of the food before him.

He actually had to pause and savor the bite for a second, flavors bursting on his tongue. He couldn’t remember when he had last eaten anything this savory.

“Hey, can anyone pass the pepper?” Nero’s voice rose above the ruckus, but he was still mostly unheard, everyone too caught up in something else.

It wasn’t even a conscious move, but Vergil had already reached out and handed the item across the table to his opposite before it really registered with him, making him pause in the middle of it.

Nero looked just as perplexed as he felt for the blink of an eye. Then surprise made way for a crooked grin as he accepted the shaker “Thanks… father.”

Vergil didn’t find any words to offer, mouth suddenly dry as his gaze met Nero’s, the same blue eyes as his own looking back at him without any sort of resentment – simply warmth.

There would be a lot to do and atone for, and yet… yet…

The reward would be so, so worth it.

“So,” Nico piped up, startling both men out of their silence and then drawing the attention of everyone towards her. “Are we supposed to do a toast at this kind of thing? Like, hey real neat that you didn’t die or somethin’?”

“You have a way with words,” Nero grumbled, leaning back. There was still a smile stuck in a corner of his mouth, and he couldn’t seem to stop it.

“Ah, you’re one to talk, smartass.”

“I think a toast is a great idea,” Kyrie interrupted the argument before it could even start. Raising her glass, she offered, “To Dante and Vergil?”

“Aw, don’t make me blush, kiddo,” Dante gave back, fluttering his eyelashes that made Trish snort loudly next to him. “How about – good to be back?”

“Still alive and kicking!” Lady offered, raising her own glass.

“To new beginnings?”

“To being too though to die!”

“To good food.”

“To family.”

Heads turned, surprised gazes straying to Nero, who held his glass high above his head, looking somewhere between amused and embarrassed.

“That’s a great idea,” Kyrie agreed, sending a soft smile his way that made Nero’s shoulder relax visibly.

“Yes.”

Vergil didn’t blink as all those gazes now snapped towards him, openly staring at him as if nobody could believe that this single word had just come out of his mouth. He ignored them, focused fully on Nero opposite of him as he reached over and lifted his own glass to tip it towards the younger in silent acknowledgement.

The smile on Nero’s face widened, bright and sincere, and all the perplexed staring in the world could stop Vergil from feeling his heart grew lighter than it had been since he was a child.

It was Dante who spoke next, breaking the silence and bafflement by declaring, swinging his own glass up. “Best idea I’ve heard in a long while. To family!”

That seemed to break the spell over the group, and everyone laughed, cheered, agreed with bright smiles on their faces as they reached for their own glasses. Somewhere next to Vergil, Nico announced “You guys are gonna make me cry” and Nero laughed loudly at that, head thrown back, and even Vergil smiled, unseen in all the commotion.

“To family!”

“Yeah!”

“CHEERS!”

Their combined voices, united in one bright, happy shout, could be heard over half the city.

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I just f*cking love you!

Summary: You and Kylo have a lazy day, sharing and just loving each other

Warnings: SMUT! Female receiving. SMUTTY. Penetration. Fluff. Love.

A/N: i have been in such a KYLO REN MOOD. Please excuse me. I may write a few more. Maybe become a multi fan account.... mainly Marvel still though.

You were seated upon the black sheets, sighing as you scanned through the files. Being Kylo’s wife and co-worker had its advantages and disadvantages. And today was a disadvantage. Or so you thought. Because, while he was out with the everyone, you were stuck inside working on his paper work. You rolled your eyes as your eyes start to get tired. Why did you even-

“Please finish that sentence.” Kylo grumbled as he walked through the door. You just ignored him and continued to work. You scrolled through one of the pages as Kylo stripped of his clothing. Your eyes wander to him. Damn, why does he gotta do you like that?

A smirk found its way to his face, causing him to turn to you. You instantly go back to the page in front of you. He takes his gloves off, chuckling to himself.

“You do remember i can read your thoughts my love? Right?” He questioned as he slipped his boots off. You bite your lip, trying very hard to keep your eyes on the page. But before you knew it, your head was moving against your will to face him. “Right?”

“Of course Kylo.” You gulped, making eye contact with his dark eyes. He smiles satisfied before letting your head go. You sigh as your head drops slightly. “Why do you do that to me? I am your wife for heaven's sake!!”

“Because, it’s easier than walking across the room, grabbing your face when i am all the way over here.” He simply answered as he finished getting ready to crawl into bed. Why are you even here? Don’t you have other things to be doing?! “Because, i wanted to see my wife at least once today.”

“STOP IT!” You exclaimed. He just laughed as he finally moved to the bed. He stood at the foot of it, just in front of you. You huff, giving him a dirty look, before scooting further back into the bed with all of your paperwork. Your back hit the pillows and you leaned into them.

“I see one of us hasn’t left this spot for a while? Seeing you’re still in your underwear and one of MY shirts.” Kylo snarcks before putting his knees on the bed. He soon got on his hands and started to crawl towards you. You clench your jaw, trying to ignore the man coming at you. You pressed your legs hard against each other as you know his attacks. But you also know that your body is not strong against his powers.

“Kylo..” You whined as he pushes his hand out, spreading your legs instantly without even making physical contact. He keeps them open before his body was sat in between them. He looked down at you with a sweet smile. One you only got to see.

“What?” He asked. You sighed. He soon stretched his legs behind him and under the covers, laying his head on your tummy and wrapping his arms around your back. You sighed once more, but more contently as his actions didn’t end up playing out the way you thought. “Don’t worry darling. I just want to rest right now.”

“And not help me?” You asked, looking down at your husband. You loved this side of him. The side where he was cuddly. Warm. Loving. And although you loved how strong and powerful and dark he could get. You still loved his soft side a little more. And you were so thankful that he showed it to you. You knew how hard it was for him to open up to new people. He always feared they would just judge him without giving him a chance to truly explain himself.

He just sighed, wrapping his arms a little tighter around your body. He moved his head around before finally settling his movements. “I am gonna take that as a no.”

“I would. But Hux has been on me the moment i left this room. I just want to snuggle and ignore the universe for a little bit. I feel the most at peace when i am in your presents. And most sane when i am in your arms.” He spilled tiredly, his eyes getting heavier with each word. As your heart melted with each word spilled. You go to speak but his soft snores soon take over the conversation. You still smiled to yourself as your husband slept happily in between your legs.

A good two hours later and somehow the work made its way to his side of the bed as you both were asleep. You shifted slightly in your sleep, earning a soft groan from Kylo. His sleeping mind caused him to tighten his arms around you, as of some sort of protection. Your sleeping body twisted against the pressure of his grip. His face scrunched up at your actions. So he tightened his grip even more.

Your eyes open tiredly, your mind trying to figure out why you were losing more air than gaining. You shifted tiredly, feeling the heavy weight of your husband's body against your lower half. You mindlessly look down at your sleeping husband. For some reason, every move you made, his grip got tighter. You tried wiggling yourself against his grip but he was soon forming bruises into your skin. You whelp loudly out in pain.

“Wh- wha-what is it?” Kylo shoot up, his black hair framing his face messily. You sigh in relief as the pressure had finally left your body. He looks up at your face with a confused look. “Are you okay??!”

“You were dreaming about something. Because of it, you kept gripping my body so hard that you might have left a bruise.” You reply sleepily. He gives you a sad look before turning away from you. You sit up slowly, reaching out for his body. “Ky…. Come on. What was it about?”

“Hux has put this silly little thought in my head that i could lose you at any second if i just lost it at the right time. So i dreamt that we were arguing..” You hear a hint of his sadness through a slight voice crack. “And you went to go leave and my anger got the best of me..” He trails off as he looks at you with tear filled eyes. One slips silently, catching on your thumb as your wipe it away. You pull at his arm, causing him to move his body to face you. You crawl into his lap and straddle him. You stretch your legs behind him as he stretches his behind you.

“Please go on..” You mumble. He looks at you with pained eyes.

“I choked you, with the force, till you were gone. Then when i realized what i had done, it was too late. Your lifeless body....” he mumbles as more tears slip from his eyes. You catch them each with your fingers, wiping them away from his face. “You were gone, Y/N. No matter how hard i tried to save you. You were… gone.” He cries out, laying his forehead against your shoulder as he lost it in his sobs. He wrapped his arms around your body, pulling you closer.

Kylo never got like this unless he was really stressed and finally ready to peel back one more layer of his real struggles in life. He hated being vulnerable. No matter the person. He didn’t want you to see your husband as some weak human. But these were the most amazing moments of your marriage. These moments were why you married him in the first place.

“Ky…” you said comfortingly as you rub his back. He just sobs. “Kylo. But i am perfectly okay. Don’t let that silly Hux get to you!! He is a pathetic child. You’re an amazing man. We have had arguments before and you’ve learned to walk away. Don’t let him make you feel so low. It’s not your fault he can’t get someone to love.” His sobs soon settle before he finally looks back up at your face.

“I just… i hate feeling like this. So lost and alone…” He whispers as he sets his forehead against yours.

“You aren’t alone. You just feel like that because you had spent all those years locked in your own brain and never understanding what was to become of those thoughts. You’re a very powerful yet sweet man. Strong yet so gentle.” You whisper back. You feel his hot breath hit your face. He pulls away just slightly, looking you deep in the eyes. He licks his lips and grabs your face softly. Ignore a man who can’t even get a girl to make love to him.

Kylo laughs lightly at your thought before connecting your lips. Your hands roam from his back up to the back of his head. You run your fingers through his hair as you get caught up in what was meant to be a simple symbol of your love. You start to grinding against him, your legs coming closer to his body. He growls warningly as he soon starts to bring his hips to meet yours. You moan softly against his lips. He takes this to his advantage, slipping his tongue into the kiss. You guys both soon fight for dominance as your grinding gets rougher.

Kylo’s hands run down your back and under your shirt. He carries them up your back and uses the force to unhook your bra. His hands soon make their way under the looser fabric. He pinches your nipples, earning another moan into his mouth from you. He soon breaks from the kiss so he can rip the shirt and bra from your body. This leaves you in only your underwear. You gasp at the cold air as it soon forms goosebumps across your skin.

“Kylo…” You moan, grinding into him as you soon feel one of his hands go down your stomach and just under your underwear band. His other hand teases your nipples. The hand in your underwear explores down enough to allow his fingers to find their way in your folds. You moan as you halt your grinding motion.

“Little girl, You’re so wet, so fast.” Kylo growled into your ear. “But why so fast?” You try to answer his question but his finger soon finds its way into your slit. You rest your forehead against his chest while he worked skillfully on you. Kylo was the first and definitely the last man to ever touch you. So it was no problem when trying to figure out what you needed. And although it may sound completely vanilla after a while, he still found ways to make it interesting. Not that you didn’t love the slow, really intimate moments. Those were some of the best because he gave his all into it. And not to say you didn’t love it when you would be sitting on the bed and soon being dragged in his direction by the force just so he could fuck you hard against a wall so he could get his anger out.

He worked slowly as you rod his fingers lazily. The beautiful warmth and pressure slowly growing in the pit of your stomach and lacing around the thoughts of his fingers.

“If you keep thinking those naughty thoughts, you will have me cumming in my pants.” Kylo mumbles lowly in your ear. You bite your lip as you tried so hard to push them from your thoughts. “Y/N..” He warns once more. But before you could finish your thoughts, your brain goes blank as your walls clench around his fingers. You close your eyes as you roll your head back in ecstacy. You slow your hips down as your brain loses itself.

“You’re just so beautiful.” Kylo whispered in your ear as you lazily unlaced yourself from him. You smile lazily at him as you laid, half naked, beside his sitting body. You trace circles on his bare back as he looks down at you. He moves his body and is soon above you. You spread your legs so he can fit his lower half perfectly in between them. He kisses you tiredly but soon makes his attack down your chin to your neck. He traces the whole outline of your neck before finding your sweet spot. You gasp, your legs wrapping themselves around his body. Your arms, wrapped around the back of his head, pressing his head harder against your skin. Your fingers play with his hair as he continues to mark you. Even though he never needed too. Everyone knew who you belonged to. He made it a point to kiss you whenever his mask was off and you were right next to him. He made it a point to shove any man, whether it be by force or physical contact, that tried to flirt with you. No one dared stare at you too long or their heads would be smashed into a wall. He only approved of certain male friends. So there really was no point to it. But he still loved it. He loved sucking your soft skin, earning a few moans and gasps in the process, as his mouth marked you.

His mouth was the only one allowed to touch you and he made sure that every single person knew it. As he was satisfied with the mark his mouth made, he started kissing down your body, making sure to go slow enough to enjoy every part of your skin. Your arms draped lazily behind his back as he moved back up your body.

“Why are you so easy to love? I just want to give you my everything. I want… i just fucking love you and couldn’t imagine another person in this bed under me.” Kylo’s confession spilled easily from his lips. You smiled lovingly at him.

“I just love you too.” Was all you could say as you felt his fingers lace under your underwears band. He moves backwards until they are completely off of your body. He slips off the bed long enough to slip his pants off. He crawls back into the bed. He makes his way back in between your legs, settling just before your beautiful cunt. You play with his hair some more, spilling sweet nothings into his ear. He soon pushes as deep as he can into you. You both moan out at the contact.

“Why are you so perfect?!” He half yells half moans as he sets the perfectly slow pace. You drag your nails down his back as he rolls his hips lazily, deeply into yours. He grips the sheets under his hands as he feels your walls clench around him. Every Time he hit that one spot, your walls would clench and he would moan out. Your bodies work perfectly together. It’s like you two were sculpted to fit perfectly together. It’s like your bodies were wired, from day one,to move this way together.

You guys make eye contact. Thank you for loving me. You have no idea how much you saved me from this universe.

“Of course darling.” Was all he says before kissing you. He pulls away as he soon feels his high start to roll over him. You smile at yourself as you feel his pace get sloppier. He takes one hand and drags his thumb hard but lazily against your clit. You roll your head back as your back leaves the bed. Your toes curl as your orgasims both hit you two at the same time. He keeps rolling his hips as every last drop of his semen leaves him for that moment. He stops once he goes soft, pulling out tiredly. He rolls over next to you, pulling your body close to his.

You tangle your legs in his as you draw mindless circles on his chest and he draws them on your back. You sigh tiredly, your eyes growing very heavy as his warmth and the sound of his heart beat lull you to sleep. Best afternoon sex ever.

“Only because you were involved.” Kylo mumbles tiredly, sleep taking over him once again as well. But he soon gets up knowing that he must clean everything up before falling asleep. Once you both were cleaned up, bedsheets changed and new clothing put on, you both crawl under the covers and get tangled once again in each other's love and bodies.

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prettybabyhazza · 7 years

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morning views (e.d.)

***Warnings: None

~MASTERLIST~

“Baby. Babe, you gotta wake up. Come on, let’s see those pretty eyes.”

Squeezing your already closed eyes, you flipped onto your stomach to bury your face in the pillow as your brain began to bring your body back to full consciousness. The familiar sounds of an early Friday morning poured into your ears as your boyfriend began gently rocking your stiff body.

“You hit snooze in your sleep again. You’re lucky your loud ass alarm woke me up so I could stop you from oversleeping.”

“E,” you groaned, your voice being muffled by the pillow.

“Yes, love?”

You nearly fell back asleep as Ethan’s long fingers pushed the hair that had fallen to the sides of your face back and over your shoulder, twisting a couple strands between his digits as he did so.

Finally opening your eyes, you turned your head and allowed your tired, blurry vision to focus on the most gorgeous man you’d ever laid eyes on. He was propped up on his right elbow, greeting you with a small and sleepy smile. His lower half was still tangled in the sheets up to the hem of his boxers, leaving his naked upper body on full display. Turning onto your left side to face him and get a better look, your sleep-heavy right arm extended in front of you to sweep the messy strands of bedhead away from his eyes. Ethan watched your eyes intently as they followed your movements. You dropped your hand to his jaw, your thumb automatically grazing over your favorite amount of stubble. Tracing his jaw down to his chin, your eyes locked on those full, flushed lips. As if on cue, his tongue poked out and licked the soft skin. They were so… velvety. Your thumb was drawn to them like a magnet, outlining their rounded shape.

“I love you,” you whispered as the pad of your thumb lightly stroked the plump skin of his bottom lip.

A low and breathy chuckle slipped from Ethan’s lips as the corners of his mouth turned upwards, flashing you his bright, toothy smile. Your favorite sound followed by your favorite sight. His little laughs sent shivers down your spine and his beautiful smile made your heart leap. You wished he wouldn’t be so overcritical of his bright smile.

“You love me, huh?” He sighed, lips pulling together in a teasing smirk. Goosebumps dotted your skin at the barely there feeling of his hand gliding down your side, palm landing on your hip. His fingertips softly dug into the swell, his thumb caressing your skin and allowing the faint scrape of his nail.

“Mmm,” you hummed in response as your eyes fluttered closed.

The deduction of your vision gave rise to the heightened ability of your remaining senses. Suddenly, every touch receptor in your body was notifying you of the presence of Ethan’s hand lovingly kneading at the curved softness of your hip. Your ears centered on the barely audible, continuous cycle of his slow and deep breathing. The faint and worn smell of his woodsy cologne still lingered on his hot skin. The bed shifted slightly where Ethan was laying as you sensed him leaning forward, planting kisses on each of your closed eyelids and one on the tip of your nose. Scrunching your face with a smile, you slowly opened your eyes immediately noticing just how close Ethan’s face was to yours. You could make out every shade in the melting pot of color within his irises and count each of his long, black eyelashes. The same playful smirk was plastered on his face as he whispered his response in a gravely tone, his palm adding more pressure behind the squeezing of your hip.

“Well baby, that’s quite the relief to hear, considering I love you as well. Maybe we should date.”

“Maybe,” you giggled, once again bringing a hand up to his hair, your fingers softly digging into his thick, dark locks. Ethan’s eyes closed as a quiet, innocent groan rumbled in his throat. A similar smirk played on your own lips as you continued your taunting: “Or maybe not.”

Without missing a beat and with eyes still closed, Ethan’s hands firmly grasped your sides, easily hauling you forward, emitting a squeal from your lips. He guided you on top of him in a straddling position, the palms of your hands flying to his chest in order to keep your balance.

Immediately, you bent down to press your lips to his in a brief kiss before placing the left side of your head on his right collarbone. Your arms snaked easily around his neck, hands instantly twirling and playing with the puffs of hair on the nape of his neck. Your eyes closed as well as you listened to his steady pulse and focused on the light scratches his nails were giving your back. These sweet morning moments were few and far between, but you wished they happened everyday. With Ethan’s career and your college schedule combined, many times one of you would be gone before the other even woke up. Today, however, Ethan had the entire day off, but you still had class. You were seriously considering playing hooky for the day, but you knew Ethan wouldn’t allow it. Especially considering the struggles you’ve been known to have in certain subjects. His voice brought you back to reality the moment he noticed you beginning to slowly drift to sleep again.

“C’mon sweetheart,” he mumbled into your hair. “You gotta get to class.”

The whiny groan that vibrated from you made Ethan’s heart melt. He lived and breathed for the many effects he had on you. That being said, he was still fully aware you had him helplessly wrapped around your finger. The idea of staying in this same position: legs twisted, arms wrapped, and faces buried as you soaked in the warmth of the other was something you both craved. It was nearly enough to break Ethan’s strength and keep you in this bed all day. Almost.

“I’m sick of it,” you muttered into his neck as your right hand traced his prominent clavicle. “You know it’s my worst class. I’m the most stressed I’ve ever been.”

Ethan’s hand rubbed your back gently in comfort as you spoke. He knew just how much you hated this class in particular. You studied yourself sick night after night, often not coming to bed before two or three in the morning. He witnessed too many tears of frustration and defeat slipping down your cheeks as you read and reread sections in your Power Points, handwritten notes, and textbooks containing the most complex information of each chapter. The immense pride he felt when you finally had a breakthrough of understanding was indescribable.

Unfortunately, those moments of glory never came easy.

You were on the verge of one, he just knew it, but you needed to get to class to take another step towards it.

“I know you’re sick of it, but you have to go,” Ethan soothed, still rubbing circles into your lower back. “When you come home, we can come right back to this same position and stay here all weekend if you want.”

You sighed, instantly relaxing at the thought. Taking in his words, you unraveled one of your arms and reached out to press the home button of Ethan’s phone laying on his nightstand.

8:15 AM.

45 minutes until you had to leave. As you read the large, bright numbers on his screen, you felt your boyfriend’s arms wrap around your abdomen tightly in a comforting embrace as he pressed his lips to your forehead.

“I’m all yours the second you come back home.”

As you began weighing the pros and cons in your head, your thoughts were soon interrupted by a swift, playful slap to your backside causing you to shriek in surprise.

“Up,” Ethan commanded with a chuckle and another slap.

“Okay, okay,” you whimpered, pushing yourself off your boyfriend and onto your feet.

You padded into your connected master suite and turned on the shower, allowing the water to heat up before poking your head out of the doorway to catch a glimpse of Ethan. His long legs were sprawled across your shared bed, one arm behind his head and the other attempting to rub the sleep from his face. You tiptoed to the edge of the bed and waited until he noticed your presence. His movements froze as he caught your eyes wandering across his torso.

“Take a picture, princess. It’ll last longer,” he teased with a raised eyebrow.

You rolled your eyes at his tone.

“Wanna shower with me?” You asked in your sweetest voice in hopes of convincing him.

Ethan chuckled as his arms reached over his head, proceeding to stretch out his body head to toe, making the most adorable whine as he did so. He let out a deep sigh as he propped himself up onto two elbows, causing his biceps to flex and bulge. He took his time lovingly studying your perfectly messy hair and makeup free face. You were stunning through and through in his eyes. A lazy smile crept onto his face as he noticed your eyebrow raising in response to his stare.

He untangled himself from the sheets, stood, and positioned himself directly in front of you. Before you could speak, he cupped both your cheeks and gently encouraged you forward as he tilted his head down to press his lips to yours in a sweet, leisurely kiss. Slowly pulling away, his hands floated from your cheeks to the sides of your waist.

You barely had time to register the smirk that had found its way back to his features before he was scooping you up, throwing you over his shoulder, and marching you back into the bathroom.

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messagefromtheveins · 6 years

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Can I ask an imagine where Shawn and the reader meet each others and end up having heating sex. It's like they used to date throwbqck the mgcon but bc of Taylor caniff they broke up but stayed best friends.. He cheated on her. Shawn and her don't see each other's à lot but one night she walks in the bar he is and ya know too much drink and love who never dies. Like they always been in love. Thanks!

Okay so here’s what happened: I left out a lot of the stuff you asked. For one, I haven’t been around that long. I have no idea what happened during magcon times (and some might call me ignorant for not learning about it but I like Shawn the way he is now and don’t need to know everything about his past). Don’t know what happened with Taylor either. Also no cheating- kinda hits a sore spot, sorry. So here you have a blurb about two people who used to date in the past and stayed friends and bumped into each other one night and hooked up. Hope this isn’t too disappointing for you.

He had noticed you across the bar a while ago. But it took a couple of hours until he managed to detach himself from his group of friends and walk over to you. You were concentrated on your drink, carefully twirling the ice cubes around and he felt a hint of worry spread through his chest when he noticed that you seemed to be alone here. "You look beautiful, honey," he spoke up right behind you, your shoulders relaxing instead of tensing like he had expected.

"You know, you'd have my elbow in your ribs if you hadn't used that nickname," you grinned and raised the glass to your lips to take a sip as he stepped around you to sit down on the bar stool beside you. "I've had too many creepy dudes try to hit on me tonight," you sighed and rolled your eyes.

He breathed out a chuckle. "I don't know why you expected any different. Every guy in here would be stupid not to hit on such a gorgeous girl," he told you. The dress you were wearing hugged all of your curves just perfectly and he couldn't help but remember how ecstatic your skin had felt against his all those years ago.

"I just wanted to get my mind off the stressful week I had," you shrugged and gave him a smile, "but I'm so glad you're here. Tell me everything. Where you've been. What happened. All of it."

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The Uber was on the way. He knew it wouldn't be more than a couple of minutes until the two of you were on the way to your apartment. And yet he couldn't stop himself from pushing you up against the brick wall in the dark alley beside the bar, couldn't help himself from kissing you in a way that left you breathless. Your hands were on his shoulders and your lips against his were eager, instantly parting when he licked over your bottom lip to allow him to deepen the kiss. It was all so new and yet so familiar that a feeling of home washed over you when he kissed you with the same perfection like not a day had passed in which you hadn't done this, his body firm against yours. Things got heated a little too quickly, his hands under your dress before you even fully registered them moving down, his fingers toying with the edge of your panties. His jeans got uncomfortably tight, one of his legs sneaking between yours and groaning into your mouth as you bucked against his thigh.

It got to the point where he just didn't care anymore, the lust and desire clouding his senses and the feeling of your soft and curvy body pressed against his making his fingers tremble in anticipation. He wouldn't care if you just undid his pants right now. He wouldn't care if the two of you ended up fucking against the brick wall of the bar where everyone could just walk past and see you. But thankfully, though in that moment he was far from thankful, his phone started ringing in his pocket. Pulling away from your lips, he exhaled heavily. "Car's here."

Nimble fingers were under your dress the second you were in the car and on your way to your place, your thighs pushing against another and your head turning to glare at him. He grinned and shook his head. "Gotta be quiet for me," he whispered after leaning in closer, his fingers simply brushing over your bare thighs and yet it had your skin heating up. He didn't stop but also didn't push for more, sometimes trying to get higher to the place you really wanted him but stopped once you tensed up. Though he knew exactly that he had you dripping wet from just touching you like that and you hated him for still remembering all those sensitive spots on your body.

And he didn't waste a second when you were finally in your apartment, simply kicking the door shut while he pressed you up against the nearest wall and captured your lips in a rushed kiss. Your hands were on his belt, tugging on the leather until you got it open before you quickly undid the button of his jeans and pulled the zipper down. His loud groan filled the quiet apartment as your soft hand wrapped around him. Immediate memories of the first time the two of you had let hands wander late at night in his childhood bedroom flashed through his mind, the thrill of the halfway opened door and the fact that his whole family had been home and sleeping just down the hall having added to the excitement of it. "Fuck, I missed you," he sighed and cupped your cheeks in his hands, kissing you sloppily as your fingers lightly teased the tip, the spot where it was trapped against his boxers damp already.

His lips trailed over your jaw and down your neck in small pecks, releasing a relieved sigh when you finally pushed his jeans and boxers down just enough to free his cock, the cold air hitting his flushed skin making him twitch in your hand. His hands snuck under your dress, trailing up the outside of your thighs before one moved to the front, easily sliding beneath your panties. Your breath hitched in your throat as his teeth found the sensitive spot below your ear while a single finger dipped between your folds, his touch so light on your clit that you barely felt it and yet it had your heart racing and your thighs trembling. "Oh," you sighed in relief and let your head fall back against the wall with a dull thud, his finger applying more pressure until you moaned out his name. His free hand hooked into the waistband of your panties, hurriedly pushing it down your legs until it fell to the floor around your ankles, letting you step out of it. Lifting his head, he rested his forehead against yours and bit his bottom lip as your thumb circled his tip. "Shawn, please," it was barely more than a breath passing your parted lips and yet it had his knees close to buckling.

"You sure about this, honey?" he whispered, slowly pulling his hand back and instead gripping your hips under your dress.

You exhaled shakily and nodded. "So much," you responded and placed both hands on his shoulders as you stretched up to kiss him. "Remind me why it was a dumb decision to break up," you added. His hands were quick to push your dress up to bunch around your waist before you felt one of his hands on the back of your thigh, hitching it up around his hips and allowing him to nestle between your legs.

His jaw clenched as his tip brushed through your wet folds and felt your leg around his hip tightening. "Can I have more opportunities to remind you why it was a bad idea apart from this?" he asked quietly and dug his fingers into your thigh as he easily slid into you with a slow thrust. Your head titled back and you couldn't hold back the smile from spreading over your lips. It felt like coming home after being away for too long, a feeling of almost relief filling your chest. Even though it had been a couple of years it was like your body was still used to his touches and the feeling of him. His head pressed against the side of your neck as he stayed unmoving inside of you, breathing a little faster than usually against your skin. "Like-" he swallowed heavily when your walls clenched around him, "like breakfast tomorrow?"

Your fingers tangled into his hair as he slowly pulled back before he moved forward in a quick movement again, his grunt muffled against your neck. You whimpered quietly and nodded, barely able to concentrate on anything else beside the way he felt. "Breakfast sounds great," you whispered and titled your head to look at him as he pulled back, meeting his darkened eyes. There was something in your eyes that made his insides heat up, his hips starting a quick and deep pace that had you moaning every time he completely filled you just to feel him draw back again. He leaned in to capture your lips in a slightly messy kiss, his free hand not holding your leg up sneaking between your thighs to circle your clit again. "Fuck!" you cried out, your hand tugging on his hair as your legs started to tremble.

"So good," he mumbled against your jaw where he placed a series of sloppy kisses, your chest moving with quick breaths. He had known that the teasing during the entire car ride had been worth it as you were already close now and with a hint of pride he noticed how all the signs were still the same.

Memories of your first time together came to your mind, when both of you had been so clumsy and hadn't known what to do. When he had been so insecure and so scared of hurting you and yet he had somehow managed to make it an experience you were so thankful for. It had been so long since you had last gotten to feel him like this and yet you felt complete, like his body was just the perfect puzzle piece for you. The way his hips fit perfectly between your thighs, the way his hand fit perfectly around your thigh to hold you up.

Your back kept bumping against the wall in time with his quick thrusts, his breath hot on your neck and his moans and grunts muffled against your skin. It had been so long and he had spent so many nights wishing you'd be next to him- he knew exactly that he wouldn't be able to last long. Lifting his head, he found your lips in a messy kiss and slowed his movements, grinning as you whined and tugged on his hair. "Don't stop," you mumbled, "please don’t stop."

He bit his bottom lip and didn't respond, instead roughly snapped his hips against yours and reveled in the way you moaned breathlessly and dropped your head back against the wall again. Your hands pulled on his hair and scratched down his clothed back and he hoped that there would be marks tomorrow anyway, hoped that you'd still feel him when you woke up in the morning. He noticed how your grip on him tightened as your legs seemed to get weak, reluctantly taking his fingers off your clit to wrap his hand around your other thigh. He easily lifted you up, your legs wrapping around his waist as he adjusted you before he kept thrusting into you.

Against all attempts to hold on longer he ended up coming before you, his cock twitching against your walls while he gave you all he had, his hips pressed flush against yours. He was already coming down from his high and wondered if he should use his fingers or his mouth to get you off when you came around him. "There we go," he whispered and worked you through it with slow and gentle thrusts, your walls wildly clenching around him while you moaned and gasped against his shoulder.

"Fuck, stop," you whimpered when you got too sensitive, biting your lip to hold back another whimper when he slowly pulled out of you. He stayed slumped against the wall, still holding you up with his forehead resting against your jaw.

His eyes were so soft and loving when he pulled back to look at you, your heart skipping a beat. Reaching up, you cupped his face in your hands and leaned in for a kiss that was so tender and gentle that you felt a pang of nostalgia in your heart.

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His hair was damp and slowly drying into messy curls as he stepped into the living room, a soft smile spreading over his lips as he found you on the couch, legs pulled up and a book in your hands that you closed when you noticed him. Seeing as he didn't have any clothes at your place he had simply put on the same pair of boxers and T-shirt again after the shower he had taken, only having left his jeans neatly folded in your bathroom.

He sat down next to you while you placed the book on the small table in front of the couch. "Do you regret it?" he asked quietly before you could even attempt to think of something to say, your head quickly turning to look at him with wide eyes.

"That I took you back to my place and we had sex? No," you responded and shook your head, not failing see the bit of relief that relaxed his tense features, "that I let you fuck me against the wall that connects to my elderly neighbor who still has really good hearing? Maybe I regret that one a little."

He chuckled, one of his arms stretching out over the back of the couch while you turned to lean into the corner of the couch that you liked to call 'your corner'. You knew there was something else that bothered him by the frown that rested on his features and playfully nudged his thigh with your foot, drawing a small smile from him. "You sure about breakfast? I don't want you to feel obligated just because you said yes in the heat of the moment."

Meeting him tonight in that bar had stirred a lot of feelings you hadn't even known still existed for him. But it felt so good and so right that you didn't want to imagine what it would be like when he walked out of the front door in the morning. Shifting closer to him, you rested your hands on his shoulders and waited until he looked at you before you leaned in closer. His head immediately tilted and his eyes fell shut before your lips even touched his.

You tried to pour all of your feelings and emotions into the kiss, tried to let him know how happy you were that you had bumped into him tonight and you felt like maybe he understood as he started to slowly push you backwards. It was still so familiar to have his weight on top of you while his tongue eagerly explored your mouth. It was still so familiar to have him between your legs, to have one of his hands running up and down your thigh while the other held himself up above you.

He nuzzled his nose into your hair as you broke away from the kiss, your hands exploring the wide expanse of his back. "I missed you," you admitted in a quiet whisper that he probably wouldn't have heard if he wasn't so close.

He pressed his forehead against your temple, his breath tickling on the side of your cheek. "I know I never told you this," he whispered, the tip of his nose lightly brushing over your skin before he placed the softest kiss below your temple. "We've been so young, but I loved you," he told you, his voice soft. Your heart skipped a beat and your eyes closed, completely concentrating on his every move. "There's a part of me that still loves you. You've been my first girlfriend. So many of my firsts. No one can ever take that place."

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