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the-guilty-writer · 1 year

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Can't Lose Her Too

Request from anon: Hotch x daughter reader when her depression is really bad and she barely eats and sleeps all the time and doesnt want to see anyone or do anything??

Aaron Hotchner x daughter!reader

Summary: When your depression hits, your father’s ghosts come back to him.

A/N: Did I intend for this to be Taylor Swift related? No. Did it happen that way? Yes. Yes it did.

CW: reader has depression, mentions of reduced food intake, mentions of Haley and Foyet, lots of sad Hotch

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When my depression works the graveyard shift All of the people I’ve ghosted stand there in the room - Taylor Swift, Anti-Hero

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Aaron got home early for once- around 7 o’clock instead of the usual 9 to midnight. In addition to that, it was a Friday and Strauss had a different team on call that weekend, which meant no interruptions, no emergency cases, and more time with his kids.

He unlocked the door, stepped into the house, and was immediately greeted by Jack’s arms around his legs, throwing his balance for a second.

“Hey, buddy.” He smiled and ruffled his son’s hair.

“Hi, daddy.” Jack beamed up at him, his small arms still wrapped around his father’s legs. Aaron put down his briefcase by the door and picked the boy up- Jack was already 5 years old, but Aaron would carry him as long as he could, not wanting to miss more of his son's childhood than he already had.

“You’re home early,” Jessica said as she walked into the living area from the kitchen.

“Yeah,” he told her. “The team got lucky and we didn’t have as much work this week so I let everyone go home.” He put Jack down and the young boy ran off to resume playing with his toys.

“Well, everyone’s homework for the weekend is done. Jack already ate dinner and there’s some leftover in the fridge for you and (Y/N),” Jessica said.

Hotch furrowed his brow. “Still?”

Jessica sighed and looked down. “Still.”

When Haley died, one of the first things Aaron did was put you and Jack in counseling- better to do damage control now than to face the consequences years later- but it seemed, to no one's fault, that you were going to need more than that. The event with Foyet had left you traumatized, but you’d worked through it well. Even the loss of your mother wasn’t the cause of the lows you experienced.

Aaron knew better than anybody else that there were things about the brain that were unexplainable in origin and uncontrollable to the being it belonged to; he only wished you hadn’t been an unlucky victim of the chemical warfare of the mind. You’d already been a victim of too much already.

“Thanks again for watching them,” he said.

Jessica shook her head. “We’re family. It’s what we do.” She said goodbye to Jack and grabbed her coat before heading out the door.

“Daddy!” Jack called. “Can you come play?”

“A little later, buddy.” Aaron had made his way to the kitchen, heating up leftover dinner for you and himself. “I’m going to check on your sister.”

“Can I come too?” Jack asked.

Hotch hesitated. You were prone to irritability, especially when your depression became exceptionally overwhelming. Of course, you’d never purposefully say anything mean to your brother, but it was better that the only people in your room- your personal space- were you and the adults you trusted.

“Well,” he said, “it's almost your bedtime. So why don’t you get ready for bed and after I talk to (Y/N) we can read a story.”

“Even a comic book?”

“Even a comic book.”

Jack dashed upstairs without another word. Aaron plated the food for you and him, carefully carrying it up the stairs and knocking on your bedroom door.

“Sweetheart,” he called softly- it was the nickname he had been calling you since you were a child, just as he had always used “buddy” for Jack. “Can I come in?”

There was a murmured “Sure” that came through the door. When Aaron stepped through, he wasn’t surprised to find that the lights were off and you were wiping sleep away from your eyes.

“Hey,” he closed the door behind him and turned the lights on as dim as they could go. “You take a nap?”

“Yeah,” you said sleepily.

“I figured we could eat dinner together.” He sat on the edge of the bed and handed you a plate, though he wasn’t sure if you would actually eat it or just cut it into pieces and push it around with your fork.

“What time is it?” You asked.

“7:30,” he said. He began to eat his dinner, watching passively to see if you would too. “Jack is getting ready for bed.”

You nodded and took a small bite of food- a baby step forward. The rest of the meal was eaten slow and silent, but your dad didn't mind. Any time he got to spend with you was precious, especially since you didn't want to do much these days. Any time you ate something, anything, offered to you it brought him relief.

You finished about a fourth of your meal. Your dad knew better than to question if you wanted more- instead he just put your plate on top of his empty one.

“You want to do anything once Jack goes to sleep?” he asked.

You shook your head. “I’m tired.”

“Okay.” He placed a kiss on your forehead. “Goodnight, sweetheart. I love you.”

“Love you too,” you mumbled and tucked yourself back under the covers.

He left your room, quietly closing the door behind him. He put the plates by the staircase so he wouldn’t forget to take them down before he went to bed and then walked to Jack’s room. The door was wide open, the little boy already wearing his favorite set of fire truck pajamas and tucked under the covers. Aaron expected him to be holding a comic book- one of the new ones with Captain America on it- but instead he was holding Haley’s candle.

“No comic book?” he asked.

Jack shook his head. “No. I thought we could talk to mommy instead.”

Aaron smiled just a little and nodded. He knelt next to Jack and lit the candle for him. The reflection of the flame danced in his dilated pupil as he silently thought of his mom and then he blew it out.

“All done,” Jack said.

Aaron placed the candle on the nightstand and gave Jack a kiss on the forehead, just as he had done for you. “Goodnight, buddy. I love you.”

“I love you too, daddy,” Jack said, settling under the blankets.

Aaron walked to the door and flipped off the lights. He was about to leave when he heard Jack’s voice again.

“I asked mommy if she could grant me a wish,” he said.

“Oh?” Jack didn’t usually tell your dad what he ‘talked’ to his mom about, which was something he was okay with. His children’s relationship with their mother was sacred and personal- something they should only have to share with others if they wanted to. “You did?”

“Yeah,” Jack said, his head peeking out from under the blankets. “I asked her to help (Y/N) get better.”

A sad smile warped Aaron’s features. “That’s a nice thing to ask for.”

“Yeah,” Jack hummed sleepily. “Goodnight, daddy.”

“Goodnight, buddy.”

Aaron closed the door and went back downstairs. The silence in the house was deafening- there should have been a movie on, or the clicking of a keyboard, or even soft music playing from your phone. But you were upstairs asleep, not wanting to do anything or be with anyone. He could have taken the time to enjoy the quiet, but he couldn’t. He tried to read, or get ahead on paperwork, or even clean (though the house didn’t need it), but he couldn’t be happy about the silence that was a result of your loss of joy.

He went to bed early, following his normal night routine until he got into bed and rolled over onto his side.

Haley’s candle was on the nightstand.

He sat up, taking a deep breath before gently reaching for the candle and lighting it. A tear fell from his eye as he watched the flame burn in front of him- a reminder of everything he had lost.

Honey, he thought. If you hear this, please help her. I’ve already lost you… I can’t lose her too.

I really can’t lose her too.

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uluvjay · 11 months

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List 5, prompt 2 from the family section. I was thinking reader is the only Hughes daughter and ends up dating Trevor

"Where were you last night?"

Trevor Zegras x Hughues sister!

Warnings?; sneaking around, getting caught, secret relationship, lying, talk of hickeys, Reader is jack's twin, cursing.

You had fucked up. Rule number one of secretly dating your brother's best friend that was currently staying with you was to not fall asleep in their room that was on a different floor than yours.

But you did and by the time you had awoke it was five till seven meaning Quinn would be up for his morning run any minute and you had to move fast. You jumped out of Trevor's bed and threw on one of his hoodies, grabbed your phone and booked it to your bedroom, the second you got under your covers you heard your big brothers door open.

You had ended up falling back asleep for another two hours and this time you took your time waking up and decided to get ready for the day. As you stripped Trevor's hoodie off the light purple color on your collar bone caught your eye in your mirror.

You walked up to it examining the multiple little marks that were scattered around your collar bone and chest, cursing your boyfriend. You opted to slide one of the hoodies you had stolen from one of your brothers instead of Trevor's.

As you made it to the kitchen you saw Jack, Quinn, and Cole all gathered at the island, Quinn looked freshly showered while the other two looked like they had just woken up as well.

"Morning sis" Jack greeted as you walked in, the other's greeting you as well.

"Morning boys" you greeted back and stole a berry from jack's fruit bowl.

After a few minutes of small talk Quinn asked you a question that had your stomach dropping in anxiety, "Hey uh, where were you last night?" Your twin and Cole both whipped their heads to you at the question.

"What'd you mean? i was in my room" you laughed hoping he believed me.

"No you weren't, I came in at like midnight to see if i could borrow a blanket and you were nowhere to be found" he said, arms now crossed.

"Maybe i was in the bathro-" you started but was cut off by a yawning Trevor

"Morning everyone" he greeted as he walked in and you immediately dropped you head into your hands at the sight of your shirtless boyfriend.

His chest was also littered with light purple marks and he sported fresh scratch marks from your manicure on his back, you didn't look up as you heard Cole bust out in laughter.

"I think we know where she was last night" he snickered

"What?" Trevor asked confused before Cole pointed to his chest, "Oh..Oh shit" he said coming to a realization.

"Wait! are you two sleeping together!?" Quinn exclaimed

"Hold on!, before we continue i need to call Alex he lost the bet" Cole laughed loudly as he exited the kitchen.

"No we're dating.." you trailed off scared of how your twin was going to react.

Quinn didn't reply just dropped his head into his hands, "I always knew you two would end up together" jack laughed before continuing, "But she better have a ring before you knock her up Zegras" he warned the brunette next to you as he came around and hugged you.

"She will, I promise" Trevor promised as jack pulled him into a bro hug.

Quinn still hadn't expressed his feelings and your heart was in your stomach, you knew him and Trevor always joked about not liking each other but you really hoped he was okay with your relationship.

After a few moments of a thick silence he came to stand in front of you, "He makes you happy?", you nodded

"Treat you right?"

"yes"

"Okay then, as long as your happy I'm happy" he smiled and pulled you into a tight hug.

"Zegras, you break her heart i'll break your face on the ice, we clear?" he threatened

"Yup, we're clear" your boyfriend agreed

Quinn gave him a smile before announcing he was going to wake Luke up so he could hear the news.

Trevor smiled down at you and pulled you into him, placing a few small kisses to the top of your head and whispering an "I love you" but your moment was cut short as your twin came running back into the kitchen with a gasp.

"Dude! this means we're officially brothers now!" He cheered and your immature boyfriend started cheering and jumping as Jack pulled the two of you into a group hug.

#trevor zegras #trevor zegras x reader #trevor zegras imagine #trevor zegras fluff #jack hughes #nhl #hockey imagine #nhl imagine #quinn hughes #uluvejay request week

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your-nanas-house · 5 months

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Broken stove

◇ Pairing: Step brother!Neil Lewis X Step sister!Reader

◇ Warnings: smut, dub-con, shared bed, pervy Neil, (different parents), shitty writing ('m sorry)

◇ Summary: The stove is broken and Y/n finds herself in her bed with Neil.

◇ Note: Sorry for the mistakes and the English. I honestly didn't like it at all...I could have wrote it better so I apologies, babies.

The room was cold, Y/n could almost see her warm breath just like in the living room but luckily for her, she was located in the room that held the heat the most in the house.

She had been under the covers for several hours now, she had distracted herself by watching movies on her laptop as she was still not sleepy and then ended up still awake after midnight.

It was time for her to try and rest a bit though, so she moved out of the covers, shivering to put the pink laptop on her nightstand. Exactly as she went back under her several blankets a soft knock at her wooden door caught her attention— her mother and stepfather were out of town so the only one in the room were her and her new stepbrother Neil.

He actually was the reason because they were in that situation, in the cold, freezing alone— Y/n knew she shouldn't have let Neil try to fix the stove and boiler, she would have called someone else.

The knocking came again, bringing Y/n out of her thoughts and peace of mind for the second time; the door opened slowly and her stepbrother's face appeared as he looked inside to see if she was awake

"What do you want, Neil?" She murmured still pissed at him and in a bit of annoyed tone since she didn't liked to have people in her room

"I'm freezing in my room" he replied quickly as he entered the bedroom and closed carefully the door as he approached her bed, earning a loud scoff from her

"And? Not my problem— you are the one that caused this mess." Y/n replied, frowing more when she saw him climb on the bed with her.

It wasn't a very large bed, she'd had one since she was a child and hadn't wanted to change it yet now that she was a young adult. The fact is that it wasn't a bed where two grown people could be comfortable in— thing that Y/n noticed immediately as Neil snuck under the covers with her, pushing her as he settled himself.

Her attempts to throw him out of her room or just kick him off the bed were not successful at all, so she just huffed making him some space as she complained

"That's all your fault, I swear if you snore I will kick you off the bed for real".

Neil just snuggled slightly, spooning her body in an attempt to warm himself

'Oh shut up, if you didn't wanted it you wouldn't have asked me to "repare" that thing for you' he though as he moved slightly closer, his arm resting on her hip.

Silence fell on the room, only a sliver of light coming through the window as Y/n had given up on arguing with Neil and was trying to sleep, eyes closed and regular breath— she was falling asleep.

"Are you already asleep?" Neil's voice interrupted her, making her open her eyes again.

Y/n didn't replied, listening to his rambling about some movies they could watch since he couldn't sleep, in an attempt to go back to sleep.

There was just something that kept pocking her from behind, that became more noticeable as soon as Neil stopped talking and the silent appeared again. Y/n was frozen in the little spoon position, fully concentrated to what she was feeling— that's when she noticed the light movement of Neil's hips and his increasing of breath.

She glanced slowly at him over her shoulder, trying to see through the dark— Neil's face was blushed, his eyes closed and his mouth slightly open as he kept his movements of his hips. That's when Y/n realised that he was grinding against her ass, in a search of a release like a perv.

Her body jerked quickly in an attempt to get away from him "What are you doing, perv!" squeals worried as his hands grabbed her hips to press her back in place, his hips pressed flat against her back as his boner kept rubbing between her asscheeks "God, Y/n—" Neil moaned.

Y/n's eyes were wide not, she kept breathing quickly as she tried to not let the coming arousal get her but with Neil's hard cock against her and his big hand on her tits— well, it was quite difficult.

After all they weren't related by blood, her mom met his dad just a couple of months ago.

Neil started to nibble at her neck, grinding faster before moving her panties to the side, checking how wet she was and nearly cumming in his own pants— Y/n was wet, so wet, and almost ready to take anything her stepbrother would give to her, while her fingers kept massaging quickly her clit.

Neil's cock's tip pressed against her entrance and with a smooth but quick motion he thrusted inside of her

"Neil, you can't—" Y/n tried to say, interrupting her sentence with a pinched squeal caused by her stepbrother actions— which made him release immediately inside of her when she came and clenched around him for dear life.

They both breathed heavily, Neil's soft cock stayed inside of her as he moved closer, snuggling in her in search of affection and care "oh Y/n—" he murmured as she stared at the dark wall, letting him sleep there.

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attapullman · 2 months

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Morgan, what can you tell me about miss ma’am’s first official date with Bob from Stats? 💁🏼‍♀️ It’s been on my mind and I desperately need to know!

Alexa!! I'm so glad you asked because it also has been on my mind I am so helplessly obsessed with them and his hobby horse so don't mind me getting very carried away.

First off, it's very important to note that since the homecoming barbecue that Bob has talked non-stop about the girl in the green dress. All his brothers have been ribbing him ever since, making the joke on every night out that "maybe she's into cowboys".

So when green dress girl becomes Stats Cutie, the frat house is practically up in arms about him making a move. Beyond lending a pencil.

Once all his roommates confirm that the girl who hasn't left his bedroom in three days is indeed Stats Cutie, the house is abuzz. Especially when he arrives at Monday chapter with his sweatshirt hood at a funny angle to hide the blossoming hickey on his collarbone 👀

After that first Stats class - where you sit side-by-side with indeed another borrowed pencil - he realizes he actually can't wait until Friday to take Stats Cutie out, so he casually asks if you're free tonight. Despite the fact you're way behind on studying, of course you clear your entire schedule.

You meet up at the fountain by the edge of campus at 6, after you've both had a chance to head home and shower. He can't handle how you look even prettier in this sundress, he's actually weak in the knees. And seeing him in a button-up has you drooling - how can he look even better than those beloved crewnecks? As he guides you to your destination, there's a comfortable silence as you subtly check the other out.

Starting off the night is bowling! You rent shoes and talk about how absurdly expensive bowling has become. He's blindsided by how good you are at bowling, already smoking him within the first few frames. Here he is trying to impress you, and you're blowing him away! If he wasn't appreciating how cute your ass looks wiggling in that little dress when you go up for your turn, he'd probably have already dragged you back to his apartment.

After you've absolutely smoked him in two rounds of bowling - a sweet yet passionate kiss by the return shoe counter - he promises loser buys pizza. The greasy pie joint near campus is pretty quiet for a Tuesday night, and he snags a table in the corner. Hours are lost as you talk about classes and potential future careers and how his sister reacted when she realized her hobby horse was missing.

Bob can't quite get over how when you laugh your eyes sparkle before disappearing because your smile is so wide.

You have class in the morning, so he's a gentleman and has you home before midnight. Kissing you against the brick column by the front door of your dorm, telling you what a great night he had. Blushing when you thank him for one of the best dates you've been on. Pizza and bowling was perfect. He's perfect.

It's only when your Resident Advisor knocks on the glass door that he releases you. Reluctantly. Bright red as he kisses your cheek one last time, giving your RA a polite nod and wave before making his way to his apartment.

As he walks home, he's already trying to come up with excuses to see you before Stats on Thursday.

#always gonna be unwell about college boyfriend bob #letters to mo #sometimesanalice 🪩#stats!bob #bob from stats

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vendoramachine · 3 months

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Hi! Could you do an NSFW for a velvet x female reader? Thanks!

why, of course, anon! dinner is served, velvet ladies!(*´꒳`*)

tense, huh?

velvet x fem reader

velvet is so tense after an exhausting concert, so she asks her girlfriend if she could lend a hand. you know, to help her… “relax.”

notes : mild nsfw/smut, cursing, missionary fingering, (character aged 18+)

it was nearing midnight, and i laid in bed, about to set my phone down to sleep. that was, until my notifications pinged. i scrolled through my inbox to see a message from my girlfriend.

“baby, can you come over? i’m so exhausted from the concert, i can’t fall asleep, and i just feel so… tense. i was thinking maybe you could help me with that?” velvet’s message read. tense, huh? i think i can sort that out. i typed a response, my heart racing with excitement,

“sure thing, love. do you want me to bring anything?”

“nope, just yourself, beautiful. also, veneer is sleeping, so keep it down.” she texted back. damn, she types fast. let’s just hope veneer is a heavy sleeper, and won’t wake up from the noises i’m about to make his sister scream. with that, i sprayed myself with some perfume, grabbed my keys, and hopped in the car.

pulling into their massive driveway, i typed,

“i’m here, vel <3” my message sent as i stepped out of my car and gently knocked on their front door. a few moments later, velvet opened the door, her hair slightly messy, and her robe loosely wrapped around her. she held a finger to her lips as we silently crept up the stairs and into her bedroom.

when i sat down on the edge of her mattress, vel clicked the lock and sat beside me.

“not too loud tonight. i’m not trying to wake up my brother.” velvet leaned her head on my shoulder, placing her hand on top of mine.

“no promises.” i winked at her, running my hand up and down her thighs.

“you prick.” she squirmed around as i grabbed her waist, pulling her onto my lap. my hands tenderly rubbed and massaged her thighs, velvet letting out little whimpers as i crept closer and closer to her core.

with the palm of my hand, i pressed down on her lower abdomen, right above her sensitivity. velvet let out a loud moan through clenched teeth.

“you really are pent-up, huh?”

“are you going to help me or not?” my girlfriend rolled her eyes, impatiently rocking her clothed hips on my thigh.

“so desperate…” i whispered onto her neck, making velvet shudder. my hands landed onto her shoulders, gently removing her robe and tossing it aside. my fingers slid up her shirt and into her bra, gently rubbing and pinching at the tips of her breasts.

velvet leaned back, pressing herself against me while using her hands to stay balanced. she was so desperate for friction, so my free hand traced the inside of her shorts. velvet immediately pulled them down, revealing her purple, lacey panties. she predicted where this was going way before i even got here, of course. as i continued to tease her, vel removed her shirt, leaving her in only undergarments. just seeing her so bare was arousing.

my cheeks burned with excitement, “you’re so gorgeous, vel…” the hormones in the atmosphere was almost palpable. my finger tips teased at the rim of her panties, causing velvet to lose it. she whipped her head around, darting for my lips. her sudden movements caught me off guard as she turned herself around, still sitting on my lap, but facing me.

my girlfriend devoured me, her tongue encircling with my own. velvet tangled one hand into my hair, gripping it from the roots, while the other cupped the left side of my face. when our mouths popped apart, i gasped for air, and velvet panted, “how long are you going to keep me waiting? do i really have to prove how badly i need you?” her voice was laced with horniness.

“o-okay, then, ms. eager.” i used my wrist to wipe my lips, which were glossy with my girlfriend’s saliva. i cradled velvet from beneath her thighs, stood up, and placed her gently onto the bed, her neck up against the pillows.

after getting rid of my t-shirt and jeans, then throwing them on the floor somewhere, i climbed onto the bed. velvet’s legs were wide open, so i comfortably placed myself right between them. with bright red cheeks, velvet pet my head lovingly, slicking my hair back.

“just relax, princess. i’ll take it from here, okay?” vel nodded as i swooped down for another kiss. our minds clouded with lust, my hands trailed behind velvet to unclip her bra. after exposing her perfect chest, velvet, herself, desperately removed the last bit of modesty she had left.

i slid my free hand down velvet’s torso, the other hand occupied with kneading her tender breasts. my pointer and middle finger stopped at her sensitive clit, rubbing it in careful circles while velvet threw her head back onto the pillows.

“vel? you okay there, babes?” i stopped rubbing her out of concern. she whined, her entire core aching and burning to be destroyed by my touch.

“i-i’m fine, babe. j-just… keep going…” velvet huffed, not even bothering to lift her head to look at me. jeez, we’ve barely started and this girl already has words caught in her throat. as commanded, i continued to stimulate her clit, putting a little more pressure on it than before. i’m not extremely coordinated, or anything, but i found that fondling velvet’s boobs while also stroking her sensitivity to be quite a simple task.

just to drive her even crazier, i began to take little nips and kisses at velvet’s neck and collarbone area. after a while of leaving lovebites on her skin, combined with rubbing her female-equivalent-to-an-erection, vel clicked her tongue. this alerted me that she was growing sick of this foreplay bullshit, and would like me to finger fuck her raw, already. my eager lover picked up her head,

“quit teasing. i need you inside me.” she demanded, to which i complied.

i crept my middle and ring finger down, and was surprised to feel vel’s desperation coat my fingertips.

“ah, fuck…” a whimper escaped velvet’s lips as i taunted her slick entrance, barely pushing my fingers inside.

“oh, god, you’re throbbing for me, vels…” easing my fingers inside her, she winced a little, but the initial discomfort wore off pretty quick. once they were fully inserted, vel took heavy breaths, looking up at me with desire in her eyes. velvet tightened her palm against the back of my neck, while her other hand clawed at my back.

as delicately as possible, i curled my fingers, gently hitting her g-spot. letting a low gasp escape her lips, velvet pulled me down closer to her.

“faster, baby…” she whispered onto my necks, the room steamy with sexual energy. vel tensed up beneath me, her head spinning due to the intoxicating sensation. speeding up the pace in which i hit the perfect spot, velvet’s moans grew louder, her grip on my neck and shoulders tightening.

i gave a reaffirming nod, to which velvet saw through her barely open eyes.

“feel good, velvy?” i questioned, and velvet left me with no verbal response, and instead, just warm moans against my chest. vel’s breathing was shaky, and her head was way too fogged up to focus on what i was saying.

“baby, baby…” velvet’s eyelids weakly lifted as i pulled away from her clutch. “…just breathe. relax, honey.” her chest began to rise and fall slower and calmer than before as she followed my instructions. doing her best to focus her attention on me, her muscles lost tension and her grip on me loosened.

taking a deep breath, “o-okay…” her small whines became more intense, my fingers continuing to thrust and curl into her.

“good girl, just like that.” in all honesty, velvet was so used to dominating, that she was actually pretty sensitive, herself. the pleasure i was giving had all of her current attention. she looked down, and watching me finger her made her cheeks burn a bright blush.

“harder, faster, y/n… p-please…” she requested, like a little girl asking for candy. hearing the disparity in her tone, i happily did so. i thrusted them faster, rougher, inside of vel. her moans were so strong and erotic, i would be surprised if they didn’t wake veneer up.

“you’re doing so good, vel…” velvet to let out a loud scream, covering her mouth as her arched back lifted from her mattress. as i hit the flesh of her walls so perfectly, the ecstasy got the better of velvet. her moans, gasps, and screams went full volume, and i was actually kinda concerned for veneer’s sake. i mean, what would you think if the noises coming from your sibling being finger fucked in the middle of the night woke you up? shit, i’d be traumatized.

if i kept this up, even just for a few more minutes, she would shatter completely. her legs shook, and she would’ve clamped them together, thigh to thigh, if i wasn’t filling the valley between her legs. she crossed her ankles at the bottom of my back, no longer able to hold back her cries of pleasure.

“you look so pretty like this, vel…” i taunted, her climax nearing closer and closer by the second.

“babe, i’m gonna- ngh, i’m gonna come… right there- don’t… stop… oh, fuck, that feels so good!”

“i know, i know, darling, but you don’t want us getting caught, do you?”

“i… don’t… c-care…” she huffed out between purrs. for some reason, this answer wasn’t surprising.

“that’s my girl.” her sounds were uncontrollable by now. vel’s walls tightened around my fingers, indicating her peak was just seconds away.

the look in my girlfriend’s eyes were of complete desperation and lust. apparently coming to her senses, velvet bit down on her lip, doing her absolute best to muffle whatever noises would soon follow. the flesh inside her became tenser, like all of it would soon be released. velvet held me tight, her mouth right beside my ear. i could perfectly hear every single breath, moan, whimper, and word.

“babe, i’m so close! i’m so f-fucking-“ the words got stuck in her throat, her voice cracking. my girlfriend’s nails dug into my skin, and vel’s chest was suffocating with ecstasy as i finished her off.

“fuck yes, oh shit!~” velvet screamed. she came with my fingers inside her, soaking me and her bedsheets. helping her ride out the orgasm by continuing to stimulate her g-spot, i’m confident that i got every last drop out of her. velvet panted, her chest rising high and low. taking shaky breaths, i waited a moment before sliding my fingers out. her arms went limp and i laid on top of her chest, snuggling close.

her breath was heavy, and vel’s eyes were shut tight. the pleasure lasted far longer than she had expected, but i could tell that this is the best she’s felt in a while.

“oh, you did amazing, baby…” i ran my fingers along my lips, tasting her sweetness, “…what a good girl.” petting her head, i planted a few darling kisses on her face. velvet blushed as i licked my fingers clean of her fluids, her breath still shaky, recovering from the events that just took place. i showered velvet in pecks and lovebites, “did that feel good, vel? all better now, babes?” her cheeks tinted pink as i smoothed back her hair, flustered by my affection.

all she managed to do was nod, the pleasure still coursing through her body. unable to get a word out of her lips, she gave me a dumb smile, embarrassed by my admiration. velvet truly never understood how or why i am so head over heels for her.

“hm, so rough with me, but you need me to be so gentle with you.” vel hated when i made smartass comments, but she found it strangely charming.

“…i-i don’t need you to be gentle with me.” she turned away from my gaze in a little pout.

“come on, vels, if i had been any rougher, i would break you.”

“you know exactly how to push my limits…” my teasing made this moment more exhilarating and enjoyable for the two of us. i have never been more in love with someone.

“you’re cute when you’re mad.” i pecked her lips before climbing off and laying beside her, cuddling my darling close.

my bare skin against velvet’s satin pillow cases and velvet (no pun intended) blankets was like being wrapped in clouds. still, nothing felt better than my girlfriend’s skin against my own.

“not so tense anymore, huh?”

“shh, quiet, i’m sleeping.”

“mm, right. sweet dreams, my love.” i pressed a kiss onto velvet’s forehead as we cuddled. her hands rested on my chest, and my arms were wrapped around her waist.

“i love you.”

HOLY CRAP THIS ONE TOOK FOREVER… sorry that the fics are literally taking so long, my tumblr is glitching or something cus it’s not letting me edit my drafts and won’t let me respond to any of my damn requests >:( lemme know if you guys want an aftercare part two for this one! (*ﾟ∀ﾟ*)

#fanfic #fanfiction #x fem reader #trolls band together #trolls 3 #velvet trolls #velvet x female reader #lesbian #lgbtq #smut #smut fic

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anxiouspineapple99 · 6 months

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Midnight Masquerade - Wrecker

Summary: The bottle lands on Wrecker, and the pair of you enjoy a smokin' hot time. Prompt for the party in bold.

Warnings: 18+ so minors be gone; fire giant!Wrecker x f!reader; kinks: size kink / distention + wax play; dry humping, pussyjob / non-penetrative stimulation, multiple orgasms, unprotected PiV sex (wrap before you tap), squirting, creampie, brief aftercare; I think that's it.

Word Count: 3.1k (don't perceive me. I don't know where this is all coming from)

A/N: Here is my submission for Pineapple's Halloween Party! You can read the introduction to this chapter here, as well as any of the other parts. Happy spooky season y'all.

...Wrecker.

A round of wolf-whistles rises from the rest of the table (quite literally, in Hunter’s case), but loudest of all is Wrecker’s booming voice.

“Aww yeah! Hahaha!”

Maker, you always forget how built he is. You grin in spite of the sudden rush of nerves that slinks down your spine. Wrecker’s enthusiasm for life is infectious, and no matter your mood, just being in the same room as him lifts your spirits. So when he turns to crinkle a smile at you, you can’t help but respond in kind.

“C’mon!” He stands up with a bit too much force, knocking into the table with his powerful thighs. Glasses scatter, spilling their contents or shattering on the floor, much to the chagrin of the others. “Oops. Sorry!”

Shaking your head with an amused smile, you stand with a bit more deftness and hold out your hand. “They’ll be fine. Come on.”

Wrecker takes your hand, dwarfing it in his own massive one. You nearly jerk away at first: his skin is so hot it feels nearly feverish, like he’s lit on fire from the inside. But then you look more closely. That’s exactly what’s happening. Where Rex gives off a cool, effervescent radiance, Wrecker’s entire body glows with dull, flickering firelight. Flame tattoos, probably sketched on by one of his brothers and now become real with the potion, ripple as his muscles flex. And his clothing leaves little to the imagination, just a haphazardly ripped animal pelt secured around his waist. Your throat bobs when you gulp.

He grins down at you, and now that you’re actually paying attention, you realize two things. First, has he always been that tall? You swear you didn’t have to look up that far before. And second, embers smolder a deep red in his good eye, like a hearth warming the home. Warmth spreads over you.

“See somethin’ you like, pretty girl?” he asks, all teeth and teasing.

A shudder skitters across your body. “Y-Yeah, big guy. Shall we?” You jerk your head toward the back.

His eyes widen a fraction before his face sets into what you imagine is his battle face. Scrunched eyebrows, determined slant to his mouth, his shoulders square as he effortlessly scoops you up. You squeal in surprise.

“Wrecker!”

“Wha’?”

Blinking up at his confused face, so much closer now than it just was, you shake your head. “Nothing.”

His confusion clears, and it strikes you, not for the first time, just how expressive Wrecker is. Now that you’re over your initial bout of anxiety, you wonder if his openness extends to the bedroom. Your core clenches at that thought.

As he adjusts his grip on you to be more comfortable, you curl against his bare, heated chest, the warmth a welcome respite against the conditioned air of this building. Wrecker carries you princess style through the crowd to the back where there are dozens upon dozens of rooms. At least, you assume there’s that many rooms; Wrecker grows visibly impatient from all the doors and kicks one in at random.

He has to duck to enter the room, and angles his body so neither your head nor your feet whack against the doorframe. He knocks the door shut with his foot.

“Here we a—woah.”

“Oh.” Your jaw drops at the sight of the room before you. Pushed to one wall is a massive bed with deep red sheets and a black satin duvet, cradled in a wrought iron frame. To either side, glossy wooden bedside tables rest, their surfaces artfully arranged with burning votive candles and other decorations. A few well-concealed ceiling lights focus all the illumination on the bed.

Against you, Wrecker’s entire body begins to grow hotter, matching the flush creeping over your own skin.

“Where, uh, where d’ya want me to put you down?” Wrecker asks, voice hushed in awe.

“Here is fine,” you murmur.

Yeah, no, he’s definitely taller than he should be. The trip back down to solid ground takes a heartbeat longer than you’d expect, but once your legs stabilize under you, you almost wish he’d kept holding you. Chilled air once again greets your skin.

“So,” he says.

You meet his gaze with a small smile. “So.”

“You were being serious out there, huh?”

Ducking your head, you twist your fingers over one another. “Yeah. Is that— I mean, would that be something you’d wanna do?”

One of his thick fingers, gentler than you’ve ever experienced him act before, catches under your chin to tilt your face back up to meet his gaze. “I would love to.”

“Yeah?” you breathe.

“Yeah.” He offers a shy smile, the expression so incongruous with the clearly fierce and deadly creature he’s chosen to dress up as, and your heart skips a beat. “Can I kiss you, pretty girl?”

Humming low in your throat, you bat your eyelashes at him. “First, can you tell me what monster you are?”

“Oh!” His smile broadens to an excited grin. He props his fists on his hips as if to show off his admittedly impressive physique. “Yeah! I’m a fire giant. Look!”

He squints in concentration, and after a moment, fire—real, actual fire—ignites all over his body. You yelp and scramble back, the heat threatening to singe your eyebrows. But your jaw drops in awe once you’re a safe distance away. The flames dance across his skin as if orchestrated by a silent symphony; the flickering tongues of light flash between colors. Bright blue makes the air around Wrecker shimmer with heat waves; yellow casts warm, buttery light into the enclosed space; but your favorite is when the flames sputter pink.

Wrecker exhales a loud grunt and the flames recede. Steam curls off his skin in vaporous wisps, and he staggers back half a step.

“Oh, shit, are you okay?” You go to take a step forward, but his hands come up to ward you off.

“M’fine,” he says, though it clearly takes a lot of effort. “That was harder than I thought it would be. Gimme a moment.”

Glancing around the room yields no options for helping him cool down. Though, the longer you think about it, the less you’re certain that throwing water on a fire giant would even be a good idea.

“You should get comfy,” he says, offering another smile.

Biting your lip, you nod. You’d nearly forgotten, in the midst of his light show, the real reason you’re in a rather sexily decorated bedroom. Without taking your eyes off Wrecker, you begin to slowly, deliberately, shuffle out of your clothing. The embers in his good eye flare to a brighter red as he drinks the sight of you in. Once you stand completely naked before him, you fight the urge to cross your arms, and instead let him pick you apart with his gaze.

“Pretty girl,” he husks, low and raspy.

Your cunt flutters around nothing, arousal beginning to creep back into your veins. “Yeah, big guy?”

“Get on the bed.”

You don’t need to be told twice. Scurrying to the bed, you perch yourself on the edge, letting your legs fall open just enough to give him a glimpse of your dampening folds.

Wrecker stalks towards you, using his full (and improved) height to his advantage. When he halts in front of you, you nearly shrink in on yourself, not out of fear but rather the sensation of feeling so small, so utterly tiny in front of this literal giant of a man. His broad shoulders and thickly muscled torso dominate your field of vision.

The look he gives you, though, is impossibly soft. “I’m gonna kiss you now.”

You simply nod, voice failing you.

His two massive palms cradle your face with extreme care, and he leans down slow enough to give you time to change your mind. You don’t. Instead, you push up with your hands on the bed and meet him halfway. His lips part in a gasp against yours; mouths moving in slow, synchronous tandem, the pair of you remain locked together like that. There’s no rush, no need to hurry up and touch one another. No, you want him to take his time with you just as much as you want to take your time with him.

Pulling away, his eyes flutter open to meet yours. Matching grins spread over both your faces. He trails his fingertips over your cheek, before sliding his grip to cup the back of your neck, crushing his lips against yours once again.

You groan into his mouth. You draw back just enough to mutter, “Get naked for me,” and he complies eagerly, shredding the cloth concealing his cock from you. Reaching with curious hands, you whine at the sheer size of him in your grip: one of your hands can barely wrap all the way around his girth, and without looking, you estimate him to be at least the length of your forearm.

Wrecker rumbles pleasantly as you stroke him with both hands. For a moment, you continue your actions, but when he licks into your mouth, you drop your hands. Shifting back on the bed, you silently urge him to follow as you walk backwards on your palms until your back hits the pillows. You lie back into the cushioned support, one arm wrapping around his neck, the other caressing his side, as you tug him down on top of you. Wrecker props his elbows to either side of your head, caging you in, as he continues to kiss you.

His cock rests hot, thick, and so heavy on your thigh. Hitching one leg up around his waist, you press your heel to his back, wanting to feel him rut against you. He complies, breaking away from your mouth with a low groan to press wet, open-mouthed kisses to your neck as his hips rock down against you. You squeeze at his body, hands never idle, exploring every inch of his scarred body that you can reach.

“Wanna stuff you so full,” he mumbles against your skin.

Head lolling to the side, you pant, breaths coming harsher. “I know, big guy.”

When he bites down at the juncture between your neck and shoulder, your eyes flutter open in surprise. A moan punches out of your chest as he licks over the same spot, soothing any sting—but your mind is immediately distracted, forming an idea. On the bedside table, nestled amidst the dried roses and burning votives, are several smaller tapered candles. You know, instinctively, what they’re for.

Turning your head, you tilt Wrecker’s face back to yours and capture his lips in a heated kiss. One of his hands wanders down to grip the flesh of your ass, pulling you tight against him as he continues to rock his hips. His cock, now trapped between your bodies, grazes over your clit.

“Oh, kriff,” you gasp. Your hips flex out of pure reaction, chasing the stimulation to the neglected bundle of nerves. Pleasure begins to burn in your lower belly. “H-Hang on. Wrecker.”

He pulls back to meet your gaze, a worried line creasing his forehead. “You okay?”

“Yeah, I’m great,” you say with a smile. “I just— I wanna try something.”

A smirk tugs at his kiss-swollen lips. “What’s that?”

“I wanna drip candle wax all over you,” you admit.

A strangled moan escapes him. Faster than you can react, he flips the pair of you over so that you’re straddling his hips. Giggling breathlessly, you reach to the bedside table and retrieve one of the slim, tapered candles, then reposition yourself so that you’re sitting up.

“Can you?” you ask, holding the wick towards him.

Wrecker nods and brings his pointer finger to the wick. A small spark of flame shoots from his fingertip. For a moment, nothing happens. Then, the wick catches, and a small flame begins to burn. The pair of you share excited smiles.

It doesn’t take very long for the wax to begin to melt. Holding the candle so the wax doesn’t drip onto your fingers, you brace yourself with your free hand on Wrecker’s stomach. The hair there leading down to his groin tickles your fingers. As you tilt the candle, watching in mesmerized fascination as a droplet begins to form, you rock your hips. Both you and Wrecker groan at the friction of your slick cunt over his length; the candle wax drips onto his skin right after.

His stomach flexes beneath your palm at the sensation. “Oh. Oh wow.”

“S’it good?” you ask. You don’t cease dragging your wet core against his cock, voice catching with pleasure.

Humming an affirmative, Wrecker points to a new spot on his torso. “Here.”

You gladly reposition the candle and let a few more drops land on the indicated part of his body. A groan, low and growly, drags out of his throat. Biting your lip, you continue to let the wax dribble over his heated skin, sometimes at your whim, sometimes in specific spots he asks for. By the time that the candle is half-burned, Wrecker’s cheeks are flushed and sweat finally begins to dew over his skin, despite the layer of it on your own body.

Blowing out the candle, you toss it to the floor where it can’t burn anything. Then, now using both hands as leverage, you undulate your hips faster, harder. His fiery palms come to rest on your hips, speeding your movements. You toss your head back, a near-incessant whine clawing out of your chest.

“Cum for me, pretty girl,” he pleads. “Please.”

All you can do is obey his request. Body locking up, you twitch and moan, orgasm rolling through you slow and hot like fire itself. Slick gushes onto Wrecker’s length. Wrecker’s hands remain on your hips until you slump forward, catching yourself on his biceps.

He smiles at you, pure lust and pure affection both scrawled over his expression. “That was so hot.”

“Thanks,” you chuckle. Still catching your breath, you lean down to kiss him. Beneath your body, his cock jumps.

“Mm, why don’t you ride me, pretty girl?” he mumbles against your lips. “You control it all.”

His words loosen a knot of anxiety that you hadn’t realized was still wound in your chest. He’s bigger than anything you’ve ever taken before, and the ability to be in charge of your experience sets you at ease. Nodding, you shuffle until you squat above him. Grabbing his length, you smear the pre-cum that leaks from his flushed tip over the velvety skin.

Wrecker props his hands behind his head to watch through half-lidded eyes as you line up his cock at your entrance. Drawing a breath, you lower yourself as you exhale, letting your muscles relax.

Fuck, he’s big. So big. You’ve got just the tip in you and he’s already stretching you. Breaths coming faster, you adjust so that you can press two fingers to your clit and rub lazy circles there.

“Yeah, that’s it,” Wrecker praises.

You whine. “Wreck.”

“You can do it,” he says. He spits on his thumb, then gently nudges your hand out of the way to press the digit against your clit. “Here.”

A choked moan gets lost at the extra heat of his touch. Raising yourself up a fraction, when you sink back down you’re able to take a little more. And then a little more, and more, until you can’t possibly take any more—and even then, only half of his length is buried into your cunt.

Walls fluttering around his mind-melting girth, you whine. “Wrecker, fuck, please.”

“Whaddaya need, pretty? Need to feel my cock in your tummy?”

Your pussy clenches at that, drawing a groan from Wrecker.

He chuckles, sounding wrecked. “Look down, baby. Look where I am.”

You do, every muscle in your body beginning to tremble with the combined strain of squatting and feeling split open. A gasp escapes you when you see what he’s talking about: in your lower belly, a noticeable bulge distends your body. Pressing a hand over it, you and Wrecker both groan.

“Now ride me, baby,” he urges.

Slowly, tentatively, you settle into a languid pace. You keep your hand on your belly, delighting every time you feel him deeper than you’ve ever felt anyone before. Wrecker moans with every movement of your hips, his teeth digging so hard into his bottom lip that you’re afraid he’s going to break skin. His thumb never leaves your clit, rubbing tight, hard circles over the sensitive nub. His gaze flits between your blissed-out expression and where your cunt swallows half his length.

It doesn’t take long for your orgasm to begin to build again. Rocking your hips a little faster, you can’t help but smirk at the way that it makes Wrecker whine, his head tossing back against the pillows. As if to keep pace, his thumb circles a little faster, a little harder.

“Wreck,” you gasp out. You angle your hips, trying to find a better angle to facilitate your impending climax. “Wrecker, please, don’t stop.”

“I’ve got you, pretty girl,” he assures. “Want you to cum all over me.”

Nodding, you whine, teeth clamped over your bottom lip. It only takes a moment to find the angle that drives his cock into that one spot deep in your core. The harder you bounce, the steeper the climb becomes, your body winding tight, tight, tight, so tight you know you’re going to snap and break.

A secondary sensation begins to build as you continue to fuck yourself on Wrecker’s length. Pleasure blinds you, and you have just enough presence of mind to wonder what the feeling is before you cum with a ragged wail.

Wrecker’s other hand flies to your hips to hold you still as he gently fucks up into you. Your cunt spasms around him, and then, as if you hadn’t already reached the summit of your climax—

You squirt.

Your mind goes blank. “Fu-u-u-u-uck!” Body giving out, your arms and legs both turn into noodles. Wrecker sits up fast enough to catch you and keep you from hurting yourself or him. His damp skin slowly lowers in temperature, his body shrinking slightly, the change in size making his length slip from your stretched pussy. Something warm and wet slides out, as well—his cum.

Whimpering, you blink through tears to find Wrecker already looking at you.

“You okay?” he asks, voice tender.

Nodding, you offer a half smile. “That’s never happened before.”

“I’m glad to be your first,” he says with a smug smile.

You slump forward against him, loosely wrapping your arms around his frame and tucking your face into the crook of his neck. His broad hands splay over your back, thumbs rubbing comforting circles.

“Did— Was that good for you?” you ask, voice muffled against his skin.

His chuckle sends a tingle through your body. “Pretty girl, that was better than good.”

Kissing his chest, you hum in satisfaction. For a long while, the two of you sit there, wrapped in one another’s embrace, enjoying the quiet and the company.

#submission #pineapple's 2023 halloween party

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lualuabestningdungie · 4 months

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I want your midnights | C. Beomgyu

Genre fluff, brother’s best friend au; pairing nonidol!beomgyu x afab!reader; warnings hidden relationship, making out, slightly suggestive, might contain grammar mistakes; Wc 0.4

I want your midnights. But I’ll be cleaning up bottles with you on New Year’s Day.

Stumbling through the hallways of your house, hand in hand with him, after subtly disappearing from the New Year’s Eve party your family was hosting. Hushed whispers, trying to muffle your laughters with your hands. Making your way to your bedroom without anyone noticing.

“Shh! Gyu, they’re going to hear you!” You practically had to drag him away from the door of your brother’s room when you walked next to it.

He loved the thrill of being a couple behind everyone’s back. Always risking being seen by anyone just to feel the excitement of it.

He purposely stopped right next your brother’s bedroom. A smirk grew on his face as he pulled you closer to him.

“Beomgyu, what the hell?” You whispered again.

“What?” A dumb smirk on his face.

Your brother was still on his room getting ready for the party. He could walk out in any moment.

“Soobin is there! He could walk out in any moment!” Of course he couldn’t care less. He cupped your cheeks with his hands and pulled you in for a kiss.

You melted into him, leaning to his touch. Until you heard footsteps coming from your brother’s room. You pulled away and dragged Beomgyu into your room.

“Well that was close.” He said as he sat on the edge of your bed.

“You do this every time.” You sat next to him, and he placed an arm over your shoulder holding you close to him.

“Oh but it’s so fun.” He kissed the top of your head. “By the way, I have a surprise for you.” He smiled as you turned to face him.

“You do?” He nodded. “What is it?”

“I’ll tell you at midnight.” He smiled.

You were about to reply but a loud knock on the door interrupted you.

“Yn, tell me when Beomgyu’s here! I’ll be in my room.” It was Soobin.

“Okay!” You replied “He doesn’t even know you’re here.” You chuckled.

“I told him I might be a little late.” He explained. “But anyway, where were we?” Beomgyu smiled and cupped your cheeks.

You rolled your eyes playfully and leaned in closer to him. His lips touched yours in a soft kiss, that eventually turned into a more intense one. His hands moved to your waist pulling you even closer, while your hands wrapped around his neck.

You pulled away after a few minutes, both of your lips red and slightly swollen, and your lipstick smudged on his lips. But of course he didn’t mind that. He loved it when that happened.

“I Guess we have to go back to the party.” You said, handing him a tissue to wipe off your makeup from his face.

He took it and started wiping it off. “Yeah you’re right, I’ll just go to Soobin’s room, I’ll tell him you let me in.” He stood up from your bed, not without giving you a small peck on the cheek, and left your bedroom.

You went downstairs after fixing your lipstick, to help your mom with the party. After a few minutes, Soobin and Beomgyu joined the party.

There were a few stolen glances between the two of you. Softly kicking your foot under the table while having dinner.

Then it was time.

10…

Beomgyu stepped closer to you, his cup on his hand.

9…

“Ready for your surprise?” He whispered.

8…

“Oh right, what is it?” You asked turning to face him.

7…

“Yn, I know I want to be with you…

6…

… there’s nothing I want more than to be yours this new year.” The genuine sparkle in his eyes, the Christmas lights still glistening around the room.

5…

“Beomgyu…”

4…

“I don’t care about what your brother would think, or your friends.”

3…

“I just want you, and I’ll be yours.”

2…

Leaving you speechless, he pulled you in closer and stared deeply into your eyes, with one last nod.

1…

He kissed you. In front of your friends, and family.

#k films #tomorrow x together #choi beomgyu #kang taehyun #choi soobin #choi yeonjun #huening kai #lualuabestningdungie #fluff #choi beomgyu fluff #new years day #txt fluff #txt imagine

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usernoneexistent · 1 year

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Challenge: All You need is love @hp-12monthsofmagic

A/N: I don't know what demon possessed me but I wrote this in like two days and then she had the audicatity to ask me to draw not just one but four drawings however o realised that I didn't have the time so here it is. So, Zola is tired from living with a loveless home but a simple letter from someone special is exactly what she needed.

Warnings: swearing, verbal abuse, child neglect, classism, no romance but angst with a hopeful ending

The night was cooling down London from the Summer heat earlier. The sun lingered around longer despite it being close to midnight. Zola wasn't even doing anything exciting, just hanging around the council block playground before a group of older kids from the block took over. She was smart enough to know when to move out of the way.

Instead she opted for walking aimlessly through her neighbourhood in the borough of London. Children screaming happily, ice cream vans and teens on their bikes filled the Summer night.

Zola had spent most of her summer either writing to her best friend, Tarra or seeing if Michael, a guy from her block was free. None of her old mates from primary wanted to hang out with the girl going to 'boarding school'. Like all of a sudden she has become one of those snobs from the West end.

And staying home wasn't an option for her. Auntie Gracie-Mae and uncle Andrew weren't exactly fun company either. They barely tolerated her presence so why stay any longer. Though now she figured would be a good time to head back to their council flat.

Zola waltzed back in without care that she made loud noise in the middle of the night. The TV was blarring in the background anyway. As she stomped pass the crack of the living room door where uncle Andrew has been sitting there since he woke up in the afternoon.

"Zola! What did I say about slamming the door?!" He yelled, slurring his words. The bastard was drunk and Auntie Gracie-Mae was off on the night shift.

She hated being alone with the slob. He didn't do anything but watch TV, eat, yell and sleep. Andrew was too lazy to even get out of the sofa.

"What did you say, you little bitch!" He yelled louder, grunting from the sofa.

"Fuck you, Andrew!" Zola slammed the door again.

"I said fuck you!" Zola repeated before marching to her bedroom, slamming another door. She grabbed a chair to lock her door before letting frustrated groan to the pillow. Remnants of her makeup remained on the pillow.

She looked at the news articles that she had converted as posters. All these cursebreakers free and full of fun and adventure. That's all she wanted, every Summer felt like a prison with them. Her father doesn't bother writing but her brother, Jeremiah did occasionally send an owl but ultimately she was all alone.

She clutched the pillow, hugging it tightly. No one wanted her. Zola was alone in this miserable apartment. Angry or sad tears, Zola wasn't sure threaten to leave her eyes.

"Everyone sucks." She muttered.

Zola wished she had a normal family or as normal as she could get. She was jealous of Tarra, her parents there for everything and even her cousin, Duncan. Yeah, he would moan about his father but it was clear that he wanted to be there for him. Her parents never did that for her. Her father decided robbing Gringotts was worth more than her and her mother...well she probably took one look at Zola and noped out.

A knock on her window brought her out of her own self pity party. A barn owl was outside with a letter inbetween her beak. She knew that owl immediately; Tori, Tarragon's owl.

Zola let in the owl and took the letter. Her fingers fumbled to open it quickly. She scanned each word meticulously, soaking in everything.

"Damn you, Tarra." Zola cracked a wide grin. "Always know how to make my day."

The timing couldn't have been any better. Tarra was inviting her to Scotland to stay with her and Duncan for a while. Without much thought, Zola grabbed whatever she felt she needed and stuffed it into a bag. Including her secret stash of gallons, sickles and knuts.

She boldly strutted past Andrew with new found confidence.

"Where are you going?"

"None of your business, not like you ever care." Zola opened the front door. "Oh and I may never come back. You can tell Auntie Gracie-Mae that."

Andrew looked startled through the door before Zola slammed the door one last time.

Before Zola could change her mind a gust of wind before a royal purple triple decker bus was infront of her.

She looked for a secluded road before putting her wand hand up in the air. She felt stupid but she was sure this was how she could get the knight bus.

"You comin' on?"

Zola blinked before registering what was going on. A man in a purple uniform and a worn out soldiers cap

"Right."

She hopped on, paying eleven sickles for a ticket and told her destination to the Tentsmuir, Scotland. The man was the conductor who welcomed her aboard and showed about.

Metal beds in rows took up majority of the space. Some curtains were closed from other passengers. The few who hadn't closed their curtains stared at the fourteen year old. Zola simply gave a glare back in retaliation and chucked her bag onto the bed.

She closed the curtains for privacy and pulled out the smooshed letters from Tarra. Every letter of Tarra telling her she missed her best friend and was lonely without her when she was in Romania, England or Scotland. While Zola doubt that Tarra would ever feel lonely surrounded by animals a her words filled her heart more than any snogging with Michael ever did.

At some point, Zola's body finally caved into to sleep after staying up for so long. Though when she woke up, she felt her neck sore and the letters spread on stomach and chest.

The bus halted to a forceful stop. Her letters flew off the bed and her bag rolled to the middle of the floor.

"We have arrived at Tentsmuir." The conductor announced. "Thanks for taking the Knight bus, we hope you had a pleasant stay."

It was a beautiful sight of the sunrise along if the forest behind where she could find the stone cottage. She walked through the patches of grass with hope that she could gain a new home.

Zola hurriedly grabbed everything and stumbled out the bus. It left immediately leaving her at a muggle road. She covered her eyes as the stream of sunlight of the sun rising beamed in her face.

#hp12mom #zola albatross #tarragon weasley moss #magic awakened #hp next gen #duncan ludwig

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coffeecat1983 · 11 months

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Down the Road pt 8 (Mario movie fanfic)

(Warning: mention of underage drinking)

Late that night… Arthur stared at the ceiling. It was past midnight, and he was in bed, but he couldn't sleep. Sighing, he went to get up. Marie stirred beside him. "Mmm, babe? You okay?" she asked, still half asleep. "Eh, I can't settle in. You go back to sleep, okay?" he leaned in and tenderly kissed her cheek. She mumbled a sleepy "Love you," as she drifted back off. Tony was sitting up in bed reading when there was a knock on the door. "Come in." "Hey." Tony glanced up as Arthur entered. "Hey," he replied softly. "Couldn't sleep so I thought I'd come check on ya. You doin' okay?" Arthur asked, flopping down on the bed, hands folded over his stomach. As usual his yellow nightshirt was buttoned sloppily, and his shorts were a mismatched dark grey, leaving him looking disorganized. Tony meanwhile was in a powder blue short-sleeved nightshirt with matching shorts. Tony took off his glasses and rubbed his eyes, setting his book aside. "My head is killing me." "Past few days have been crazy, huh? I knew it wasn't gonna be easy but still, Giovanni's so hard-headed sometimes. And Mario, damn, he has your stubbornness and quick mouth, going after him like he did." Arthur said. "Yeah, it…wait, how do you know what Mario said? I didn't tell you that part." Arthur waved his hand. "I had the front door cracked open and was listening in. If it had gone south, I was ready to storm in there and get you and Luigi out." Tony took his pillow and smacked him with it. "Then all hell really would have broken loose! But I appreciate the thought." Arthur pushed the pillow off. "Hey, those boys mean a lot to me too, ya know. And I gotta look out for you, can't have you getting into all the trouble by yourself. Unlike when you went and got that tattoo. You were on your own with that one." Tony rolled back his sleeve, revealing a now somewhat faded skull tattoo. "Hey, I still like it." "Why are the eye sockets heart shaped again?" "Because dear brother," Tony said with a bit of a flourish, putting his glasses back on, "I am a lover 'down to my very bones'." Arthur grinned at him like the Cheshire Cat. "More like 'lover of bone-"" he was cut off as Tony hit him with the pillow again. "Watch your mouth!" He playfully scolded. "Fiiiine. So, we finally gonna meet any boyfriends of yours?" Tony sighed, leaning against the headboard. "Not likely, haven't had any luck in that area. Really hope Luigi does better, that kid deserves a prince." "Yeah well, so do you, especially after all you just did." Tony grew quiet, looking out the bedroom window. Lights from the buildings glittered here and there, mixing with the glow of the streetlights. The occasional passing car created shifting forms on the ceiling. "Art, you remember prom night?"

"Yeah. Kinda surprised if you do, though." Tony let out a soft chuckle. "Ah c'mon, I wasn't blackout drunk." He grew quiet again. "Hearing Luigi call himself a mistake, that scared the shit out of me. I'd thought that about myself before. It reminded me I never told you the full story about prom night. Avoiding the party and drinking weren't the only things I had in mind." Arthur sat up, something in Tony's voice caught his attention. He listened as his brother continued; "I had my own date that night. We drank a bit, fooled around but I didn't feel like taking it very far. He ended up falling asleep, so I snuck out, with a half a bottle of his dad's strongest booze. Got myself home, sat in that little hiding spot by the outside steps, you remember that spot;" Arthur nodded, it was a corner of the front steps that never got much light and made a good hiding place, especially at night. You could look out but not be seen in the shadows.

To be continued...

#luigi #fanfic #mario #mario movie #super mario bros #mario fanfic #lgbtq #uncle arthur #uncle tony #coming out #angst

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angelofstarlight · 1 year

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Cuphead Nutcracker

I have no idea how this idea came to me but hey why not got with it. I know this is a little late but who cares. This will be Dicecup but Cuphead is twenty two while Dice is twenty five. Everyone is human, except the one temporarily cursed, but their names remain the same.

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Cuphead was sitting by his bedroom window and staring out of it waiting for his older brother. He hadn't seen Mugman in months due to his travels and studies. Christmas was one of the few times he could see his brother.

The young adult sighed as he noticed there was no sign of his brother. Cuphead was worried his brother wouldn't be here in time. He then heard his grandfather, Elder Kettle, call to him.

"Cuphead can you come here." He said.

"Coming!" Cuphead replied getting up.

Leaving his room Cuphead walked down stairs to see what Elder Kettle needed him for. Once downstairs Cuphead walked over to his grandfather who was standing in front of the lounge's closed doors.

"Do you need something or help with anything?" Cuphead asked.

"I just need you in the lounge." Elder Kettle replied.

Cuphead tilted his head but shrugged and opened the doors. When he did Cuphead was greeted with a surprise and he smiled.

"Mugman!" He exclaimed hugging his brother.

Mugman laughed as he hugged his brother back.

"I missed you too Cuppy." He said.

"Why didn't I see you arrive." Cuphead asked.

"I came through the backdoor so I could surprise you. " Mugman said smiling as they pulled apart.

"Well I am certainly surprised. I was worried you wouldn't make it." Cuphead said.

"And miss the annual Christmas party? Never." The older brother said.

Cuphead laughed as their grandfather watched the two interacted. They were then interrupted by a knock on the door.

"Looks like our guests are here." Elder Kettle said.

The brothers laughed as the guests entered and the party soon began. A little while Cuphead was sitting on couch resting from dancing when his brother sat down next to him with a gift in hand.

"I have something for you." Mugman said.

"I figured with the box." Cuphead replied with a smile.

Mugman laughed as he handed his brother the gift. Cuphead carefully took it and began to open it. After he opened the box Cuphead gasped.

Inside the box was a Nutcracker in a purple suit with a sword at his side and a dice for a head with emerald green eyes. Mugman smiled as his brother took the Nutcracker out of the box.

"While on my travels I was given him by a magican I was learning under. I knew he was a perfect gift for you." Mugman said.

"He's perfect Mugsy. I love him." Cuphead said with a smile.

"Well I'm glad you do." Mugman replied.

Cuphead then hugged his brother being careful with the Nutcracker so he wouldn't break him. The elder brother hugged back smiling.

*******

Several hours later once the party was over and the guests had left Elder Kettle and Mugman found Cuphead fast asleep on the couch with the Nutcracker next to him.

"You head upstairs to bed. I'll take care of Cuphead so he is cold during the night." Mugman told his grandfather.

"Very well Mugman. I will see you in the morning. Merry Christmas." Elder Kettle said.

"Merry Christmas grandfather." Mugman said before the elderly man walked upstairs.

Once his grandfather was out of sight Mugman walked over to his sleeping brother. He then pulled out a heart shaped necklace and carefully placed it on Cuphead. Mugman smiled before his hand glowed with magic.

The Nutcracker then glowed faintly. Once that was done he placed a blanket over Cuphead then kissed his forehead. Mugman then looked at the Nutcracker.

"Keep his safe your majesty. The necklace can only protects him from dangerous spells. You are the only one who can keep him safe. " He said before leaving to head upstairs himself.

*******

When the clock struck midnight soldiers exited from the mouse hole next to the tree. Their armor clanged against each but not loud enough to wake Cuphead.

They did however get the attention of a certain Nutcracker who finally woke once midnight hit. He drew his sword and began to fight even though there were too many soldiers.

While the Nutcracker was busy fighting the soldiers another person stepped out of the mouse hole. He wore a elaborate black and red suit, a gold crown in between horns on his head and pitchfork in hand. The man sneered when he saw the Nutcracker.

Storming over to the boxes he glared as the Nutcracker pushed the last solider on the box off.

"And here I thought you would be less of a problem as a Nutcracker Dice." The male growled.

"That will never happen Devil. Not until I get my throne back from you, you traitor." Dice said.

"I'd love to see you try. You couldn't stop me before, so I suggest you give up." Devil said.

The Nutcracker narrowed his eyes at the man before jumping off the box and lunged at him. The two traded blows as they fought.

"I should have destroyed you when I turned you into a Nutcracker. That would have saved me the trouble." Devil said.

"Yet you didn't." Dice countered.

Devil sneered before his attacks got more vicious. However the clanging of weapons became loud enough to wake the young man on the couch. Cuphead's began to open his eyes as he sat up.

When he saw the scene before him Cuphead couldn't believe it. His Nutcracker was fighting a rather intimidating man who had horns and a tail.

"Am I dreaming." Cuphead said slightly pinching himself.

When that did not work, it confirmed Cuphead was wide awake. His eyes widened and gasped slightly when he saw the man pushing his Nutcracker towards the fireplace.

Quickly getting up Cuphead raced over to help. As he did that Devil grinned seeing how close Dice was to the fire.

"Making you kindling is much easier than destroying you." He said grinning.

Dice glared before Devil was kicked away from him. The Nutcracker saw it was Cuphead who did that.

"Leave my Nutcracker alone." Cuphead snapped glaring.

Devil glared before smirking at the young adult. Dice didn't like the look he was giving Cuphead at all.

"Why don't you pick on someone your own size. I wonder if you'll still be brave enough." He said.

"Cuphead look out." Dice yelled.

Before Cuphead could move at all Devil snapped his fingers and the young adult glowed before he started to shrink. Cuphead looked around before coming face to face with the one who shrunk him.

"Not so brave now are you." Devil said grinning as he saw the nervous look on the boy and moved closer to Cuphead as he backed up.

However Dice knocked him away from Cuphead before taking his hand and pulled him away. The Nutcracker took Cuphead to the presents under the tree and lifted him onto one.

"Climb up the tree. You'll be safer there." He told him.

Cuphead nodded and began doing so. Once he was a little ways up Cuphead looked down to see his Nutcracker once again fighting the man. He was rather worried about the Nutcracker when Cuphead noticed the man was under a ornament.

Careful walking along the branch Cuphead reached the ornament hook and pulled it off the tree allowing the tree decoration to fall.

Thankfully Dice noticed it and moved out of the way and it hit Devil hard knocking him out. Two of the soldiers then picked up their fallen leader and another grabbed his pitchfork before they retreated.

Cuphead waited for them all to be gone before climbing down the tree. Once down he turned around and looked up at the tree while slowly backing up.

Except the young adult forgot one thing, he was on a present. Cuphead yelped when he fell off and instead of hitting the ground, a pair of arms caught him. He opened his eyes to see his Nutcracker had caught him.

"Are you already Cuphead." He asked.

"Yes. But I should be the one asking you that. I wasn't the one fighting that man." Cuphead said.

Dice smiled as he set Cuphead down on his feet.

"That wasn't the first time I had to fight him. Before Devil cursed me to be a Nutcracker we fought many times." He explained.

"So you weren't always a Nutcracker." Cuphead asked.

"No I wasn't. And sadly I can't undo this or what he did to you." The Nutcracker said.

"Is there a way to undo this?" Cuphead said gesturing to both of them.

"I am not sure. Devil sent me from my home before I could find out. I have to return there if there is." Dice said.

"Then I'll go with you. I have to undo this too. I rather not be doll size forever." Cuphead said.

The Nutcracker smiled before they walked to the mouse hole. He then held out a hand to Cuphead and the young man took it before they walked through the hole.

*******

What felt like forever walking through the dark cave Cuphead and the Nutcracker finally reached the other end. The young adult was amazed by land. Dice couldn't help but smile.

"Welcome to Inkwell Isle." He said.

"It's beautiful." Cuphead said as he turned to look at the other.

"It is but unfortunately if Devil remains in power it won't be for much longer." The Nutcracker said.

Cuphead scowled at that before they began walking through the forest.

Unaware to them, the two were being watched by a imp like creature before flying off to the castle. At the castle Devil was nursing a painful headache and not happy at all.

That boy who helped Dice was infuriating and a roadblock to getting rid of the Nutcracker. Devil knew the boy had to go first. He was pulled from his plotting when he saw the imp creature.

"Ah Henchmen. Any good news for me." Devil said.

"Sorry boss I don't. Dice is back and he brought some boy with him." Henchmen said.

"What!?" Devil yelled grabbing his pitchfork and got up from his throne.

He then marched over to the window and summoned a telescope. Devil soon found the pair and noticed the Nutcracker's expression when looking at the boy.

He then started cackling in amusement.

"This is delightful. Dice fell for the boy." Devil said.

"Uh is that allowed with who he is." Henchmen said.

"No but this makes this more fun." Devil said grinning.

Henchmen was not surprised his boss was plotting to use that against the Nutcracker.

*******

Elsewhere Cuphead and Dice reached a barren valley. The Nutcracker scowled knowing full well why Devil ruined this valley.

"What happened to this place?" Cuphead asked looking around.

"Devil destroyed this place just before he cursed me. This was home to the fairies of the land." The Nutcracker explained.

Cuphead was not happy to hear that at all. Devil was nothing but a monster. As he took a step Cuphead heard something from under his foot.

"I think I found something Nutcracker." He said.

Dice looked at him before seeing what Cuphead meant. The other had found a well cap. The Nutcracker then drew his sword and forced it under the cap.

It took a moment or two before the cap came free and the fairies flew out. Cuphead was amazed by them before a fairy flew towards the Nutcracker.

"Hello Chalice." Dice said with a smile.

"It is good to see you again your majesty." Chalice said.

Cuphead looked at him shocked as Dice gave him a apologetic smile.

"I am sorry I didn't tell you sooner that I was royalty." He said.

"It's OK. I just wasn’t expecting it. Is that why Devil turned you into a Nutcracker." Cuphead asked.

"One of the reasons. Devil wanted power and plotted to take the throne for years. Kingsley here refused to let him. Ever since he was crowded King, Devil caused him problems until he cursed our King." Chalice explained.

"That's not fair to all of you." Cuphead said.

"Devil doesn't care. And now you got dragged into this." The Nutcracker said.

"That was my choice to help you." The young adult told him.

Dice couldn't help but smile at him. Chalice smirked knowing her King was in love, even if the young adult was not royalty.

The Nutcracker then turned to the fairy.

"Chalice is there a way to break the curses Devil placed." He said.

"There is one way. The Sugar Plum Prince. He has the power to undo any curse." Chalice explained.

"Who?" Cuphead asked.

"The Sugar Plum Prince is a fairy tale but if he real than he is our only hope." Dice said.

"Correct. Now one other thing." Chalice said before flying over to Cuphead.

He looked at her confused before she tapped the necklace he finally noticed.

"There. Once you find the Prince open the locket and you can return home normal." Chalice said.

"How did you know?" Cuphead asked.

"I have my ways." Chalice said smirking.

"Thank you Chalice." Dice.

"You are welcome. Now go find the others. You'll need them to help." She said before flying off to help repair the valley.

Cuphead giggled at Dice's reaction.

"Of course she says that. None of them will let me live this down." He said as Cuphead giggled more.

The Nutcracker smiled at him before they started walking again.

*******

The sun was starting to set when the pair was ambushed by Devil's soldiers. The Nutcracker kept Cuphead behind him as he held his sword.

However when the soldiers charged to attack they were countered by a unexpected group. Dice grinned when he recognized them.

"Excellent timing all of you." He said.

Cuphead heard one of them snort as they fought the soldiers. It was over as fast as it began. The group then regrouped and walked towards the pair.

"So care to explain how you got cornered." A tall male in brown said.

"Surprise attack Wheezey. We weren't expecting it." The Nutcracker said.

The group then saw Cuphead and looked at their King turned Nutcracker.

"We'll ask later. Right now we should return to our camp for then night." Another said.

"Agreed Chips." Dice said nodding.

A little while later they reached the camp which was hidden in the treetops. Pirouletta lead Cuphead to the room he would use for the night while the others spoke with their King.

"So who's the kid?" Wheezey.

"That was Cuphead. He was cursed by Devil after he helped me." Dice explained.

"Of course he was. And on top of that you are falling in love with him." Wheezey said.

"Sire you know you can't." Pip said.

"I know. I shouldn't be falling in love but I am. And I don't care. In fact I can change that law because I am King." The Nutcracker stated.

The group couldn't argue with that since he had a point. A loud crash caught their attention followed by a yell of shock. Dice froze since that was Cuphead.

The Nutcracker then ran to the room Cuphead was in. When he got there Pirouletta was knocked out and Cuphead was being held by the Devil.

"Let Cuphead go now Devil. This is between you and me. " Dice growled.

"How about no. If you want him back come to the castle so we can finish this once and for all." Devil said grinning.

Devil then teleported him and Cuphead away. The Nutcracker growled in rage as Wheezey helped a coming to Pirouletta.

"I'm sorry sire. He caught us off guard." She said.

"I know. Now we need to rescue Cuphead from Devil." Dice said.

The others nodded agreeing because last thing any of them wanted was the boy getting hurt by that monster.

*******

At the castle Devil was grinning at Cuphead, who had been placed in a cage next to the throne. The young adult was glaring at his kidnapper.

"Why did you kidnap me?" He demanded.

"Dice cares about you as in he fell in love with you. You are literally the perfect bait to lure him here." Devil said grinning more when he saw the boy's face.

"He loves me?" Cuphead said quietly blushing.

Devil chuckled at his obliviousness before grinning at the boy.

"And it seems you fell for him too." He said.

Cuphead blushed more when he realized the other was right. Devil was amused at him. Perhaps he should keep the boy around as a servant instead of getting ride of him because he was feisty when he wanted to be.

"But it doesn't matter now. I fully plan on destroying him like I wanted to a long time ago." Devil said

"No!" Cuphead yelled grabbing two of the cage's bars.

"Yes. Get comfortable in that cage. You won’t be leaving it for a long time." Devil said before leaving the throne room.

Cuphead felt tears in his eyes before they began to fall. He prayed his Nutcracker didn't come for him because he didn't want him hurt.

He had no idea how long it had been since Devil left but the sound of a door opening caught Cuphead's attention. He turned his head in the direction to see the Nutcracker.

"Cuphead." He relieved the young man was unharmed.

He then quickly moved towards Cuphead. Once there Dice gently cupped the other's cheeks in his hands.

"Did he harm you at all?" He asked.

"No but he will harm you." Cuphead said looking at him.

"I don't care about that. What I care about is that you are safe." Dice said smiling at him.

Cuphead blushed again as the Nutcracker pulled out a key he stole from Devil thanks to Chalice's help. Once Cuphead was out of the cage he hugged Dice.

The Nutcracker hugged him back before they heard a explosion. Cuphead looked at Dice, who was still holding him, and the Nutcracker looked unamused.

"I said distract them not destroy the castle." He said.

Cuphead giggled before Dice took his hand and they ran through the hallway. A few moments later they reached the courtyard. The two soon met up with the others.

"The castle better not be damaged." The Nutcracker said.

"Of course not. The castle is actually yours. If it wasn't we would have leveled it." Hopus said.

Dice nodded agreeing. Cuphead smiled before he got in between Dice and a ball of fire. Everyone froze when they saw and the Nutcracker was horrified.

"Stupid boy getting in the way." Devil said.

However they all saw Cuphead was unharmed, even he was shocked.

"How am I unharmed." He said looking at the others.

"It must be the locket." Dice said.

Devil heard that and snarled.

"Then it seems I have to rip that necklace off him." He said marching over to Cuphead.

However Dice moved to shield the young adult.

"Over my dead body." He growled.

"Fine then. Getting rid of you will make it certain no one can help the boy once I make him my servant for the rest of his life." Devil said.

Cuphead paled as Dice drew his sword and attacked his long time enemy in rage. He was never letting that happen. Dot and Pirouletta checked over Cuphead as the others guarded them while the battle happen.

Cuphead watched with fear filled eyes as Devil pushed Dice towards the fountain and knocked him down. Moving quickly and away from the yelling others Cuphead stood in between Devil and Nutcracker.

"You are starting to irritate me boy. Move out of the way." Devil growled.

"No I won't. I'm not letting you hurt him anymore." Cuphead snapped.

Devil lost his temper and in a blind rage attacked Cuphead using his pitchfork to cast a spell on him. Except thanks to the locket it bounced off Cuphead and hit Devil instead.

He roared in rage as he vanished suddenly. Cuphead sighed before moving to Dice's side.

"Are you ok?" He asked looking at him.

"I should be asking you that. You put your life at risk for me." Dice replied gently touching Cuphead's cheek.

"You did it for me, so I should do the same." Cuphead said before he kissed Nutcracker's cheek.

After he did that Dice began to glow before it stopped and he was no longer a Nutcracker. His suit only changed slightly but stayed the same. Dice then smiled at him as he helped Cuphead to his feet.

When he did Cuphead began to glow himself. As he did the magic around him spread from him and spread throughout the land. He then saw his outfit changed to a light red and white suit with a small tiara like crown on his head.

"No wonder no one could find the Sugar Plum Prince." Dice said with a smile, laughing a bit.

"Wait me." Cuphead said and Dice nodded.

He then went red as the people of Inkwell Isles arrived to the castle. Dice then offered Cuphead his arm to him and he took it. The King then lead him to the steps of the castle's front doors. Once there Dice turned to the crowd.

"My people I have joyous news. Devil is defeated and we are free from his tyranny." He said.

The people of the Isles cheered in joy and happiness. Cuphead smiled at their happiness. He turned to Dice who was smiling at his people's joy. The King then turned to Cuphead and took his hand before kissing the back of it.

Cuphead blushed scarlet before Dice turned to the crowd.

"I have one other announcement that will bring joy to many. Cuphead I want you to rule beside me as my queen." Dice said turning to him.

"Your queen? Are you sure you want me?" Cuphead asked.

"Yes. I want you." He answered.

Dice was about to kiss Cuphead when Devil appeared one last time and ripped off the locket around Cuphead's neck. Dice held Cuphead against his chest before they realized what he was going to do.

"No!" Both yelled as Devil opened the locket and vanished finally.

Dice then saw Cuphead was vanishing. The King couldn't do anything as Cuphead faded from his arms.

*******

Cuphead woke to the clock in the lounge dinging. He quickly sat up and looked around looking for his Nutcracker, only to find he was no where.

The young adult sighed as Elder Kettle entered.

"Good morning Cuphead." He said.

"Good morning grandfather. Where's Mugman?" Cuphead asked.

"At the door. A friend of his came for a visit. He forgot to mention this." The elderly man said.

Cuphead nodded before seeing who was with Mugman.

"Grandfather, Cuphead this is Kingsley. We met while I was traveling." Mugman said.

"Pleasure to meet you." Kingsley said smiling.

"You as well young man." Elder Kettle said.

Mugman then walked over to Cuphead and pushed him towards Kingsley, who took Chuphead’s hand and kissed it. Mugman then turned to Elder Kettle.

"Grandfather why don’t you and I prepare breakfast while Cuphead entertains Kingsley." Mugman said.

Elder Kettle nodded before they left but Mugman winked at the two. Kingsley chuckled as he let go of Cuphead’s hand and gently tilted his chin up.

"I believe we were interrupted." He said and Cuphead giggled.

Kingsley then pressed a soft kiss against Cuphead's lips and he melted into the kiss. When they pulled apart Cuphead had a blush across his cheeks and Kingsley smiled at him.

Cuphead smiled back as Kingsley placed a certain locket back on him. Kingsley then offered a hand to Cuphead and he took it before they began to dance, happy to finally be together at last.

#cuphead #dicecup #Nutcracker au

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exhaled-out · 2 years

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Stable Buck ep. 6

COVID hit the barn. Hard. I was out of commission along with all of the other instructors and many volunteers. My cabin on the edge of the farm had a nice view of the barn on the other side of the valley. We emailed the entire volunteer list to ask if people can come in shifts to feed, water, and take care of the horses. I was in-charge of keeping track of who was supposed to be where and when. 5:00 PM: Chrissy was supposed to make her appearance, with Rip, supposedly. He had been kinder to me (and the horses) the last few times ever since the near fall. I looked out the window and saw, sure enough, a red Jeep poke its signature face over the fence. Chrissy leaped from one of the back doors and bounded to the barn. A little wiser, she slowed right before the entrance. If I was put in her shoes I would have been in heaven- alone with horses without a grown-up to tell me what to do. She already had her list, and her brother was the nothing more than a necessary evil. My phone buzzed. Right on time. “Hey, it’s Rip,” Rip said, “Your email said to call to check in. So- uh, yeah. we are here.” “Cool,” I said. “Everything you need is in the tack room. Midnight is a choking hazard so no cookies for the time being. Everyone else gets the beet pulp and Applesauce needs the white pill labeled ‘Applesauce PM’“

Rip laughed. “Does Applesauce need the pill with applesauce or can he take it plain?” I smiled, not only does he read his emails but a sense of humor too. “He’s fine with just-” I sneezed. And sneezed. Suddenly a wave of tiredness swept over me. “Are you ok?” Rip asked. “I’m- Um. I’m fine. The instructions for the afternoon feeding shift is in the attachment I sent. Call if you have any issues. I’m in the cabin across the valley.” I sensed Rip turning and looking in my direction. I turned away and looked at my small, but quaint cabin. It had two bedrooms on either side, a bathroom in between. On the far left wall was a kitchen with enough cabinets to host a chef with a hoarding problem. On the other side was the L-shaped couch and my TV. But my favorite part was the loft. You weren’t able to stand all the way straight up, but it was enough for me and my 25th birthday present to myself; a luxury queen mattress on a low Ikea bed frame. This was my sanctuary. “Ok, I will call you when we are done here.” Rip said. I put my phone on my night stand, climbed into bed and checked the phone again to make sure the ringer was on ‘loud’. As soon as my head sensed the pillow I was out cold.

The next thing I knew, there was a knock at my door. A loud, loud knock. I went downstairs and opened the front door. And there, on my porch was Rip. All six feet and muscles. His hat was turned backward and he smiled at me. “We are all done in the barn. I drove Chrissy home but came back to see how you are doing.” And just like that, I found a cure for COVID.

#gayerotica

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study-coffee-chicago · 2 years

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Study Buddies (A Halstead Brothers + Halstead Sister! Imagine)

A/N: I've had this idea for a while now. And, it's a shorter one, but I hope you enjoy it. Please remember to reblog and comment!

You sat at your desk taking a quiz for a class. Most of the answers you could find in your notes, but some you must've zoned out on because you couldn't figure out the answer. Maybe they were--

"Y/N," you were snapped out of your thoughts of where to find the answer by Jay knocking on your bedroom door and saying your name.

"Yeah?" you asked, turning your chair away from your desk.

"Can I come in?" he asked.

"Yeah," you answered.

He had what looked like a textbook in his hand, along with a cup of coffee and a water bottle. "Want some company?"

"Why?" you asked. He never asked you if you wanted company to study.

"Well, Hailey's gone."

Hailey was on a two-week girls trip to Mexico with Vanessa, Kim, the girls of 51, and Stevie. She had just left this morning and you didn't think Jay would get lonely this fast. But, he was whipped for that girl, so you guessed it was expected that he missed her so much.

"Aw, lonely already? You love her so much, it's cute."

Jay rolled his eyes. "Haha, very funny."

"You better hope she doesn't cheat on you while she's there."

"She wouldn't so that."

"I don't know." You smiled. "If I had the chance to meet a cute Mexican boy who would call me mami while we were having--"

"I wouldn't finish that sentence if I were you."

"God! Sex is natural, Jay! And you know I was just kidding...maybe."

"Okay, let's just drop the sex talk. It's not a conversation I want to be having with my little sister. At all."

"Okay, then why do you want to keep me company while studying?" you challenged.

"Because I'm studying for the sergeant's exam and figured we could study together. And you're always doing homework or going to school, so I figured having someone to do it with you might make you happy."

You smiled and nodded, grateful that you had such a thoughtful big brother.

"Can I sit here?" he asked, pointing to your bed that was actually made for once.

"Sure. But the only rule I have for this is that you need to be out of here by 11:00 because I want to read and then go to bed by midnight."

"Yes, ma'am," he joked.

He propped up your pillows and leaned against them and opened his textbook while you went back to taking your quiz...and trying to find the answer to the multiple-choice question.

"Hey, question," you started, and Jay looked up from where he was skimming the table of contents of the textbook. "What's heroin?"

"An illegal drug. And I swear to god, Y/N, if you're doing that--"

"Chill, I'm not! I'd never do that! Jesus, it's like you don't even know me," you joked. "I just need to know what kind of drug it is."

"Oh, heroin?" You nodded. "It's an opioid."

"Thank you.

"Wait, what are you doing?"

"Taking a quiz. But the prof said we can use our notes and stuff like that, so it's fine."

"And I count as notes, huh?"

"It's called using your resources." Then, you were about to click an answer, but you realized there was more to the question. "Shit."

"What?" Jay asked.

"All opioids are opiates, but not all opiates are opioids, right? Or do I have it backward?" you asked.

"Now that is a question for Will. I know what kind of drug it is, but now I have no idea what you're talking about. Sorry."

"Uh, fine," you grumbled. "Hopefully it's somewhere in my notes."

"Hopefully."

Then, the two of you fell into a comfortable silence while studying your respective subjects. And, luckily, you found the answer in your notebook. You had been right anyway.

But, you quickly realized something after just seeing Jay read the book without a pen, pencil, highlighter, or notebook in sight.

"You're not taking notes?" you asked.

"Nah, don't need to. I'll just read it and be fine," he answered.

"If you say so."

You knew that he wouldn't retain any information from just reading the textbook, so you knew he'd be in for a rude awakening tomorrow when he could only remember bits and pieces of what he read and had only a vague idea of where to find the information. At least your study habits were better than Jay's. Granted, he hadn't studied in years, probably since he'd taken the detective exam like ten years ago, but yours were still better. And Jay would soon realize he needed help retaining the information...like a lot of help.

***

"I need your help," Jay started when he walked into your room the next night.

"You don't know how to study, do you?" you asked and put your bookmark in your book.

"How'd you know?" he asked with a very confused look on his face.

"Because," you began, "yesterday you didn't take any notes and you didn't highlight anything in the book either. You're not gonna remember anything just by reading it once."

"But I can remember case notes."

"Yes, but you're talking about it with your team," you pointed out. "You're repeating the information so it gets into your head. You're bouncing ideas off Hailey and she's bouncing ideas off you."

"Okay, but how do I do that with a textbook?"

You sighed. No wonder Jay went straight to the military and not to college.

"Grab that chair over there and bring it over here."

"Why?" he asked.

"Because I'm gonna teach you how to study."

"This isn't gonna take like three hours, will it?"

"Didn't you just say you wanted my help?" you asked while cocking an eyebrow. He nodded. "Exactly. And no, it will not take three hours, maybe max of half an hour. I would not be doing this if it was gonna take three hours."

"Okay, teach me how to do this," he said as he sat down.

"First," you began and then rolled your desk chair over to your bookshelf. You grabbed a notebook that you had used for one of your classes, but barely took notes in so it was basically empty, and handed it to him. "You need a notebook." Then, you held out your pack of pens and highlighters to him. "Pick a highlighter and then pick that same color pen and a black pen."

He grabbed a blue one of each. "Okay, but why?"

"You need the highlighters to highlight important information, underline sub-headings, and highlight in your textbook. You need the colorful pen to write down vocab words, and you need the black pen to write down everything else and maybe scribble notes in the margins of the textbook."

"And this helps me how?"

"One, because when you write stuff down, it makes the info easier to remember...at least, for me it does. And two, using colors to underline subheadings and writing vocab words makes finding the specific stuff a hell of a lot easier. If I just wrote my stuff in pencil, I'd have no idea where to look. And, it just makes it prettier to look at."

Jay rolled his eyes. "I knew you liked it because it makes them look prettier."

"Shut up. And then, after you have all the information written down, you make a quizlet, and study that. Depending on how much stuff I have to study and how long I have, I'll study the quizlets from three or four days up to two weeks."

"What if I need to study this entire book for the written part and an oral interview?" Jay asked.

You pursed your lips and thought for a moment. "I'd say start studying the quizlets a month before the exam. And, don't try and cram the night before. If you don't know it the night before, you probably won't know it for the exam. Sleep's important for memory."

"Okay, wow, that's a lot of info. No wonder it takes you so long to do your homework," he chuckled.

"Yeah, yeah, laugh it up. At least I know how to study and where to find all my notes. Now, do you want my desk? I can study on my bed tonight."

***

It had been a week since you had taught Jay how to actually study and to say he was doing well was an understatement. He was doing great. You had shown him your planner and how you blocked out your time to be able to fit in school, homework, work, and hobbies all into your schedule and he liked the structure of it. You were both type A...unlike Will, who liked to be very spontaneous.

It was nearing 11:00 and you needed to stay up late because you were working third shift this weekend (Not everyone can throw themselves into an 11:00 pm-7:00 am schedule like Will easily could and not everyone can survive off coffee like Jay usually can if needed, hence staying up until 4:00 am to change your sleep schedule for the weekend).

And, since Jay had a day off on Friday and you needed to stay up until the wee hours of the morning, the two of you had planned to study together again.

This time, though, the two of you had come up with a plan which included food and coffee...lots and lots of coffee.

Jay twisted the lid off a new bottle of cold brew since you had finished the open one about two hours ago.

"You want some?" he asked.

"Please. And put the--"

"I know. The peppermint mocha creamer. I know."

He poured some over ice for himself and then did the same for you, but this time added creamer.

"Here," he said and handed it to you.

"Thanks," you replied and then took a sip. "Perfect creamer to cold brew ratio."

"Am I brother of the year or what?" Jay joked.

"Tonight you are."

"Tonight you are," he mocked. "I'm brother of the year all the time, thank you very much."

"Yeah, yeah. You want music on? I can play a good playlist because it's way too quiet to be doing quizlets right now. I get bored easily when doing those."

"You mentioned that yesterday. And, as long as there's no lyrics because I'm trying to read, sure."

You put on a lo-fi playlist on Spotify and continued chipping away at your flashcards for an upcoming test while Jay continued highlighting in his sergeant's exam book using the blue highlighter you had been letting him borrow.

Three hours later, around 4:00 am, you decided to call it quits and went to bed. After all, you had just been reading a book for fun for two hours at that point because you couldn't focus on school anymore. Jay, on the other hand, decided to stay awake.

***

Will had no idea about how much Jay was actually studying.

There was a new coffee and donut shop that opened a few blocks away from the hospital and since Will only had a zoom conference for his little investigation into the vascom, he figured he could miss it and have donuts and coffee with his younger siblings.

First, he tried calling Jay because he knew he was an early riser and it was currently 10:30 in the morning, so he should be up. But, when he didn't answer after two calls, he knew something was up, so he tried calling you. And he tried calling you three times. But, there was no answer.

At this, Will became worried because he knew you didn't have classes today. Jay, well, Will just assumed he had gotten called into work, so he was mainly worried about how you hadn't answered your phone.

So, like the good overprotective, big brother he was, he made his way over to your house to figure out why neither you nor Jay were answering your phones.

***

"Jay. Jay," Will whispered as he shook his brother's shoulder. Jay was currently asleep at the kitchen table, using his sergeant's exam textbook as a pillow, his highlighter still in hand.

"Huh? What?" Jay asked as he quickly shot his head up from the book. "Will? Why are you here? It's like the middle of the night!"

"First of all, I came here because you and Y/N both weren't answering your phones. Second of all, it's 11 am." He paused. "What were you doing anyway?"

Jay rubbed the sleep from his eyes. "Me and Y/N had a study night."

"A study night? Why?"

"Sergeant's exam. She taught me how to study."

"Yeah, she told me that. But, why didn't you go to bed? And, where is Y/N?"

"She went to bed around four."

"And you? When did you fall asleep, Jay?"

Jay yawned. "Probably around seven."

"Jesus, man. You've only gotten four hours of sleep."

"I would've gotten more if you didn't come barging in here and wake me up! Why did you need to talk to me and Y/N anyway?"

"I wanted to see if you two wanted to come to this new coffee and donut shop because we both know how much Y/N loves those little cafes, but it looks like the both of you need your sleep. So I'll--"

"Did you say donuts?" you asked as you walked into the kitchen. Will's voice was loud enough to wake you up.

"I did. But I figured I should let you and Jay sleep since you both had really late nights it sounds like."

"And I have to work third shift tonight," you added.

"That too."

"But I want donuts," you whined.

Will sighed. "Tell you what, I'll drop some donuts off here tonight along with some fancy coffee from there before you have to work. Sound good?"

"Okay." Then, you filled up a water bottle and took a few sips. "I'm going back to bed. Goodnight. Or good morning. Whatever time we're calling this."

Will chuckled. "Goodnight. Sleep well."

Once you were out of the room, Jay stood up and made his way to the cupboard where he pulled out a bag of coffee.

"Um, no," Will said and rushed over to him. "What do you think you're doing?"

"Starting my day. What does it look like I'm doing?"

"Listen, I know you think you can function off four hours of sleep, but you really can't. So, go to bed, Jay."

Jay rolled his eyes. "I'm not a child, Will."

"I'm well aware of that. But, go to bed."

Jay grabbed the coffee pot.

But, Will had something else up his sleeve.

"I'll call Hailey."

"You wouldn't." Jay paused in the middle of grabbing a coffee filter.

"Try me," Will challenged. "Do you really want me to wreck her vacation by calling her and telling her that you're not sleeping?"

"Fine," Jay grumbled and put the bag of coffee back into the cupboard. "I'll go get some more sleep."

Will smirked because he knew he had won. "Good choice."

***

Three and a half months later

"Guys, I passed. Why are you making a big deal out of this?" Jay asked as you, Will, Hailey, and Jay all got out of the car and walked into Molly's.

"We gotta celebrate!" you exclaimed.

"Uh-huh," Jay laughed. "Gathered that much. But, don't you have midterms to study for?"

"I'm staying for one drink and then Will said he'd bring me home and come back here," you answered.

"So he's not drinking until he comes back after he drops you off at home?" Jay asked.

"Uh, she didn't say I'm not drinking," Will said. "I'll have like two, drop her off, and then come back." He turned to you. "You still good picking up the three of us if we're drunk off our asses, Y/N?"

"I guess," you grumbled. You didn't really want to have to leave the house at two in the morning to come pick them up, but you'd rather do that than have them scrambling to get a ride.

Look at you, acting like the older sibling.

"Good," Will said and then shot a wink at you. You, Hailey, Will, and Hermann had been planning this for weeks. And if Jay didn't pass, you would have just called it off. But, he got his results this morning and he passed, so it was still a go.

The four of you walked in and then everyone jumped out, just like you had planned.

"Surprise!"

Jay smiled and laughed. "No way."

"Yes way!" Adam yelled. "You really thought you'd be coming to Molly's for a normal celebration? Not a chance in hell."

"Yeah, brother!" Kevin agreed. "Now you're in charge. You get that cool ass office too."

"And now you have to take orders from me," Jay pointed out.

"Which I will not be listening to," Adam joked.

"Of course you won't." Jay turned to Kim. "Keep him in line?"

"Copy that, Sarge," she joked.

"Hey, what's Hailey gonna call you now?" Adam asked. "You aren't gonna make her call you sarge now are you? Or is that only in the--"

"Adam!" Kim yelled and smacked him across the chest. "Sorry about that," she apologized. "He's already a few drinks deep."

"That is number one on things I don't want to think about," you said.

"Yeah, Adam," Will agreed. "Little ears."

"Hey!" Hermann yelled over the noise. "I propose a toast! Not only is Jay a great guy and will make a great sergeant, but he did also help save Molly's all those years ago. So, give it up for Sergeant Halstead!"

Everyone clapped and cheered...and then everyone started chanting speech. It started with Adam...and then Will joined in...and then Kevin... and then Kelly... and then everyone started chanting it. So, Jay had no choice.

He had to make a speech.

"Okay, okay," Jay agreed. "I didn't have anything planned...because I didn't know this was happening, but I'll try my best." He cleared his throat. "First of all, thank you all for doing this. I'm genuinely surprised that you all pulled this together. I'd like to thank my team for helping me with cases, even though we don't agree sometimes, we make them and we try our best to keep this city safe. You're like my second family. I'd like to thank Hailey for always sticking by my side and being okay with me giving up date nights to study for the exam. I'd like to thank Will for making sure I was actually sleeping. Most of you don't know this, but he takes his big brother role very seriously." That got a laugh out of everyone. "But most of all, I'd like to thank my sister."

Your eyes widened. "Me?"

"Yes, you. C'mon up here, Short Stack."

"I hate when you call me that in public."

"I know you do. And that's why I do it." Everyone laughed again and you glared at Jay. "Okay, okay. Anyway, I'd like to thank Y/N because without her I wouldn't have passed this. She was the one who actually taught me how to study because it had been so long since I actually had to. Without her teaching me how to take notes and actually retain the information I was studying, I wouldn't have passed. So, thank you."

You smiled up at him with tears in your eyes. You didn't know this had meant so much to him; you just thought you were teaching him how to study.

A single tear rolled down your cheek.

"C'mere," Jay said and enveloped you in a hug while everyone aw'ed at the two of you.

"Aw, what the hell!" Hermann exclaimed after everyone had quieted down. "Free drinks for the new sergeant and all of the Halsteads...that includes you too, Hailey."

Needless to say, you didn't go home and study that night because you had too much to drink. And, you didn't even go home that night either because, when you saw the way Hailey and Jay were making out on Molly's Patio, you figured it was best to stay with Will for the night.

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minteyeddevil · 3 years

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Hello! I was hoping to request a headcanon for the brothers with a gn MC who has insomnia/has trouble sleeping ^^

Thank you and i love your page!!

(Thank you for loving my page!!!❤️ Though *sobs softly* I suffer from insomnia agdksgsj :') lemme see what I can do for you!)

Lucifer:

He was rubbing his eyes for the third time, trying to get the tiredness out of them when he noticed it was almost 3 in the morning

With a deep sigh, he left the documents on his desk top, promising to finish them in the morning as he stood, stretched, and began heading to his bedroom

He came to a stop outside of MC's room when he heard music playing, and stepped up to knock on the door

MC reluctantly opened it and peaked out, making a small squeak when they saw Lucifer standing there with a frown

"Shouldn't you be asleep?" he mumbled with a furrowed brow; but they gave a small laugh and shrugged, saying, "Um, insomnia?"

He sighed, pressing his fingers to the bridge of his nose, the trademark sign of exasperation; he'll save the lecture for when he isn't so tired

"Let's make you some tea to help you sleep. Go to bed immediately once you finish it." He motions for them to follow him into the kitchen, which they happily do

Mammon:

Quite the partier, Mammon comes home close to 2am, a little tipsy and ready for a bath, smelling like the club he was hanging out in

He wobbles a bit down the hallway, but comes to a stop when he hears the sound of television set still on

Who is awake right now?? Is it coming from MC's room??

He walks up to their door and knocks, concern written all over his face when they open to door and greet him

"Oi, you're usually asleep at this time? What gives?" he asks, stepping into their room and flopping on their desk chair

They grab him a bottle of water from their stash and hand it to him, sending his drunkenness. "Sometimes I can't sleep. So I just stay up and watch TV til my eyes get super tired."

He takes a deep swig of the water, but his frown deepens as he looks at them. "Ya need your sleep, ya know. It's not good for ya ta stay up so late. Here, let the Great Mammon help you."

He stands and grabs them, dragging them to curl up together in their bed; he tucks their head under his chin and he hums softly for them

They pray he doesn't freak out when he wakes up next to them in the morning lol

Leviathan:

Fingers dashing around on his keyboard, Levi's attention is focused solely on the game displayed on his screen

He jumps a bit when there is a knocking at his door, though, and pauses said game to go answer it

MC is standing there, a rueful smile on their face as he greets them; but then he realizes what time it is

"Can't sleep, huh?" he mumbles softly and they nod, asking if they can hang out with him

"S-Sure, I guess. If you want we can, um, play some games or watch a movie until you get sleepy."

"Sounds good. Thanks Levi," they reply, stepping into his room and making themselves at home in his bathtub-bed

He sits with them and puts on a movie he knows they like, both of them curled up in blankets, eventually drifting off into sleep next to each other

Satan:

He had lost track of time while he was studying in the library, giving a long sigh as he closed his textbook and stood up the stretch

On his way back to his bedroom, he noticed the light on in the kitchen, and went to investigate

He found MC rummaging through the fridge, and cleared his throat to draw their attention, making them jump slightly

"Midnight snack?" he teased, and they laughed nervously, closing the fridgerator door

"I deal with insomnia sometimes, so finding something to eat usually helps me feel better," they explained, taking the small plate of food they had and sticking it in the microwave

He hummed in understanding, walking up to the cabinet where his teas were kept. "I know a tea brew that can help with the insomnia. Usually if you drink it for a few days it helps adjust your sleep schedule. I can make some for you if you like."

They smiled in return and nodded. "Sure, if you don't mind. Anything to help me get some sleep."

He gave his own smile back to them, and went about showing them how to make the tea blend while they are their food

Asmodeus:

Asmodeus rarely woke up during the early hours of the morning; but he found himself up at 2am

He sighed deeply in annoyance, climbing out of bed to head to kitchen for a glass of water, when he passed by MC's room

He could hear movement behind the door, so he knocked softly, causing said movement to stop

When the door opened, he saw MC peaking out at first, before opening it all the way to greet him

"Are you okay, darling? You look exhausted," he noted, taking in their tired features; they tried to smile, but it didn't quite reach their eyes

"Dealing with insomnia. Some days are better than others," they replied on a dry laugh; but he simply frowned at their words

"Here, come with me to my room. No funny business, I promise!" he assured them after they gave him a funny look. "I have a potion that Solomon made for me that helps me get to sleep when I have bad nights. A little bit and it will have you sleeping like a baby in no time!"

They agreed and followed him to his room; when the potion began to kick in, Asmo let them sleep on his bed as he made himself comfy on his couch, allowing them space to sleep comfortably

Beelzebub:

Ever the midnight snacker, Beel got up in the middle of the night to head towards the kitchen and retrieve his food

He was surprised to see the light of the fridge already on, and walked in to find MC standing by the fridge, rubbing their eyes sleepily

He walked up and grabbed the door, leaning forward a bit to look at their face

"You okay, MC?" he asked, and they gave him a tired smile. "Yeah, just can't sleep. Looking for something to munch on since I don't have anything else to do."

Beel frowned, placing a hand to his chin in though. "Well, usually when Belphie can't sleep, he warms up some milk to drink, and that usually helps him. I can fix some for you if you like."

They looked at him for a moment, but chuckled softly and nodded. "Sure, that'd be nice."

Once he had the glass of warm milk done for them, he gave them a tight hug and walked them back to their room, hoping that they would actually get some sleep now

Belphegor:

Belphie was having a hard time finding a new spot to nap in, and it was getting way too early into the morning for him to be awake

He yawned as he wandered the halls, dragging his pillow behind him, until he stopped at MC's room

Light was seeping out from under their door, so he knocked, figuring they were still awake

They opened the door and greeted him with the most tired face he had ever seen on them

"Having trouble sleeping or what?" he asked, stepping into their room and making himself at home on their bed

"Pretty much," they answered around a yawn, taking up the spot next to him

He pulled them down to lay with him, wrapping his arms around them and placing his head next to theirs. "I'll help you sleep. Just close your eyes, okay?"

They nodded slowly, allowing their eyes to finally close, and he used his sin to help them finally drift into sleep, giving them easy dreams to make sure they slept peacefully

#obey me #shall we date obey me #lucifer #mammon #leviathan #satan #asmodeus #beelzebub #belphegor #headcanon #request #cloudy-yoongi #gn!mc #alcohol mention tw

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iwriteficsandtragedies · 2 years

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I Think He Knows

Player: Simon Kjaer

Warnings: smut, dating your brother’s teammate trope, anxiety over sneaking around! It gets a little silly at the end, I was very tired. *There is an allusion to the medical emergency with the Denmark NT team at their opening Euros match, but it's not discussed in any detail.*

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Don’t date my teammates was the unspoken rule Kasper had always expected her to follow, and she did for twenty plus years like a good sister. She grew up with the boys, men now, soaring and crashing with all that comes with football whether you’re captain of your nation’s senior team or a ball boy at the Sunday leagues. Stay away from my teammates, and she did until…. until.

That night in Copenhagen, when it was all over and the city was as dark as a city can get at midnight, and Simon was at her door red-eyed and half-broken with fear and impotent rage. I can’t, he said, I can’t listen to any more crying, and then he’d kissed her and it felt like she’d never been touched before, and when he’d tried to apologize, tried to leave, she’d pulled him by the strings of his hoodie to her bedroom.

She pulled that same hoodie tighter around her head as she boarded the flight to Milan, more than a little fear in the pit of her stomach. Someone was bound to recognize her, some family friend, someone just happening to be traveling to Italy on the same flight in the middle of the week, in the middle of the night, who would tell Kasper about running into his little sister on her way to Milan and wasn’t that a funny little coincidence?

She turned her face towards the window, shutting her eyes and willing herself to nap on the short trip, because once she got to Simon she may be horizontal but there’d be no sleeping. Christ, she missed him. One summer of stolen nights and weekends snuck away and risky texts and glances over the heads of her nieces and nephews while she tried not to let on to her brother that she was stupid in lust with his teammate, his best friend; one summer, and she was hooked on him completely. It felt like he felt the same. He flew back to visit her three times between the start of club season and now, and she reasoned if he just wanted to get laid… well, there were plenty of opportunities for that in Italy.

The plane taxied away from the gate, and she texted Simon that she’d see him soon. Can’t wait, he responded, and she swallowed the excitement rising in her throat as she shut off the phone and closed her eyes again. By the time they lifted off from the ground she was asleep, and she didn’t wake until the plane touched down again, the captain welcoming them to Italy and encouraging them to resist leaving their seats until they’d come to a stop. She grabbed her bag the moment the attendants gave them the all clear, and nearly ran through the terminal to the waiting line of cabs.

Another time she would look out the window, take in the sights, ask the driver in her mangled Italian where a girl could get the best cappuccino and pastry in the morning. Tonight - this morning, technically - she kept her eyes on the maps app, ticking off the minutes to him. Twenty minutes. Fifteen minutes. Ten. Five. Here.

He was waiting at the door in just his gray sweatpants, throwing it open when she raised her hand to knock, the briefest “Hi” and a laugh before he crushed her body to his as the door shut behind them. Moments passed and they didn’t move, wrapped up in each other, breathing each other in, reassuring themselves that the other was real.

“Hi,” he said again into the crook of her neck, before he pulled away to look at her with those eyes, so achingly blue, closing them briefly when she pushed away the blonde hair that had fallen across his forehead. “How was your flight?”

She smiled. “You don’t care about my flight.”

The kiss was aggressive, a release valve on the pressure that had built in the weeks since she’d seen him. He backed her into the door, his hands pushing up her shirt to palm at her stomach, her waist, her lace-covered breasts, before he yanked it over her head, his skin warm against hers chilled from the night air.

“Fuck, I could fuck you right here,” he grunted, and she felt the hot stab of want pierce through her.

“Couch,” she said, demanded, the need to have him inside her overriding all. He pushed them away from the door, stumbling the short way to his den as he tried to kiss her and strip her at the same time.

She straddled his waist when he dropped to the sofa, refusing to let him flip her onto her back, insisting on control as more desperate kisses made her grind against him, his erection sliding through the slick between her legs.

“Are you ready,” he murmured when she gripped him in her hand, lined him up to notch him against her entrance. “Don’t you want me to-”

“Shut up,” she retorted, sinking slowly, slowly down his length, exhaling with a soft whimper as his girth stretched her walls and the slight burn made her tighten harder around him. His hands covered the flesh of her ass, fingertips digging in, a grumbled curse low in his throat. She stilled, seated on him, breathing heavily as her body adjusted to his significant size.

“I miss you,” he said softy against her cheek, his hands moving up her body to wrap his arms around her. “I miss you, all the time.”

He held her so tightly to him she could barely move, but she rolled her hips, her moan mirroring his. Her name dripped like honey from his mouth, and she pressed herself harder against him. She’d never needed anyone like this, never felt needed like this.

“I miss you, too.” She was already dreading leaving him again. She kissed him, rocked against him again, forced the thought from her mind when he slackened his hold and let her move more freely. He started to raise his hips to meet her movements, his thumbs digging in to the crease of her hips.

Her head fell back as she rode him, the swell of her breast heavy at the parting of his lips where he suckled a mark into the paler skin, moving to the other to leave an identical one, his hands again on her ass to rock her faster against him. She was so full, of him and… something, something, expanding in her chest.

She cried out his name when he changed the angle of his thrusts to grind harder against her clit with every push, grasped at his shoulders in an attempt to anchor herself to something, anything solid as the pressure built inside her.

“That’s my girl.” His voice was tight, she knew he was close, holding back for her. “My sweetest - fuck - perfect girl, my… my…” She rode him faster, faster, her thighs and knees burning but the orgasm coiled in her belly so close, and with a strangled “Come,” from Simon’s lips she fell, her walls spasming so tightly around him that he spilled hot inside her, a mess of jerky hips and curses and groans as he again clutched her to him in a bruising embrace.

She was spent, completely, blissed out and content to sit there til dawn.

“I can’t go on like this.”

“Like what?” She rose up from his shoulder, concern flitting across her face.

“I can’t go another month without you. Week. Day.” He brought his hand to the side of her neck, stroking his thumb across her cheek. “I’m asking you to move in with me.”

She stared at him for a long moment, trying to read how serious he was and how much of it was just the orgasm talking. “Simon we haven’t even-”

“I love you. You know I love you, you love me.” He was right, but they hadn’t said it. They hadn’t told anyone. Anyone.

She was getting cold, naked on his couch.

“Can we talk about this with our clothes on?” He smiled, pulled a blanket from behind him to wrap around them. “We’re going to drip on your couch.”

“We’ll pick out a new one together.”

The thought of getting on a plane again, leaving him again, for who knows how long, made her unbearably sad.

“Ok.”

His smile lit up his face, his brilliant blues shining. “Really?”

“But you,” she poked a finger into his chest. “You have to tell Kasper.”

“You really think he doesn’t know?”

She shrugged. “He might. You have to confirm though.”

“Deal.” He leaned in, kissed her shoulder, kissed her lips. “I love you.”

She grinned. “I love you, too.”

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