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The Devil Corrupts a Nun
Pairing: Male Devil x Female!Reader
Tags: nsfw, smut, rough sex, dirty talk, corruption kink, mentions of God, creampie, name-calling, fucking from behind, eye contact (with Jesus, idk what to tag here)
A/N: This has nothing to do with a Warrior Nun fic I read a while ago... nope.
"I was surprised at first, how easy it was to get you into this position." His long tongue licked the side of your newly exposed neck, "Then again you religious types are all to happy to get on your knees aren't you. All that kneeling, at least this time you get something good out of it." His hot hands roamed your body, pinching your nipples as he thrust into you from behind.
Of all the placed to let a demon, a devil take you it should not have been in the church. It shouldn't have been anywhere.
"To tell you the truth it worried me a little." He said thoughtfully.
"What did?" He was worried about you? That couldn't be right. He was only using you for his pleasure wasn't he? And you let him do it. Part of you enjoyed knowing that he found you so desirable to step into a place of worship.
Fangs pressed against your heated, wet skin, "That someone got to you before I did." His tail sneaked between your legs, trailing your shaking thighs before delivering a quick slap against your clit. "But no, of course you wouldn't do that. You were saving this pretty pussy. I'm flattered, human."
You shook your head, mind nearly blank as he kept bottoming out and rubbing his tail over your abused clit. "Not for you, devil."
"Of course not for me. For Him." His claws dug into your scalp as he pulled your hair and made you look at the cross, "That's what makes it all the sweeter for me. I get to take you, make you my own, make you moan in pleasure. Tell Him. Go on, tell Him how good my cock feels."
"I can't. I won't." If you admit to in front of God then... the Devil really will take your soul. You hated how appealing that was to you in this moment. But after? He would surely get tired of you.
"No? Then I should stop?" You whimpered as he started to pull out. "I shouldn't? You want more?" You tore your face away from his grip, eyes on the floor, fists balled into fists, "You can admit it. If you do so I will make you my woman, forever."
Your body moved in it's own, hips rolling back until your ass was against him, "Don't leave."
He pressed himself against you, your hips tilted up, head pushed down, "Then I won't. I'll be here every night when you come here to prey, to ask for forgiveness. I will teach you everything about pleasure, mine and your own. With how much I come in your womb they might think of you as the next Virgin Mary. Little will they know you're a the devil's cockslut."
Your pussy clenched tight around his cock, keeping him in while he emptied himself inside you, growling praise and sin into your ear.
#devil x reader#devil x human#monster x reader#monster x human#monster x you#monster x female#monster imagine#monster headcanons#monster boyfriend#monster smut#monster love#terato#x female reader
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Some mouth and hand ‘studies’ for the soul 💋
Totally not self indulgent at all stfu
#king dice x reader#cuphead#king dice#the cuphead show#cuphead dont deal with the devil#cuphead devil#devil#devil x reader#suggestive
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Hello, yes, and welcome to my cuphead bullshit
Don't worry I still love Underswap Papyrus than anything.
Archi is a ragdoll btw, that can change their body shape how they want and sew "hair"
#Cuphead#Art-chi#Devil x reader#King dice x reader#Self insert#Devil x self insert#King dice x self insert#Cuphead devil#Cuphead oc#Cuphead x reader#Cuphead x self insert#No i don't mean the child there#Cuphead devil x reader#Cuphead show
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Got more on Yandere Devil?
SO much to say honestly!
Summary: Headcanons for The Devil, but also the Cup/Mug brothers making him look like a fool
He’s so obsessive (which I probably said before)
He loves looking at you and he holds his chin in his hand and stares at you
Whenever your away, he watches you through a mirror like portal/crystal ball
He wants to impress you by catching the Cups
You were there when they tricked him and he was so embarrassed he swore he’d catch them both and prove to you he’s not a loser (even though you never thought that)
“Look! Y/n I caught them!”
^ “Um… They’re gone”
He looks at the Cage and is shocked to see that the cup brothers are gone
He blushes a dark red, before throwing the cage and going back to his throne room, not saying anything to you. You watch confused but shrugging it off
Each time they get away, you get there just as he loses them
“Y/n! Hurry! I’ve finally got them!!”
At this point, he’s just tired of them making a fool infront of you
When he does finally catch them he’s so excited, he’s practically jumping
He gets you immediately and you’re surprised
“Oh! They are real!” You were surprised, not thinking them to be real. “Oh, dear, you’re not going to keep him in there are you?”
He’s confused because he’s always wanted you to see him catch the brothers that have been making a fool out of him, but now you’re on his side???
He’s angry and ignores you
Gives you the silent treatment
Though, it doesn’t last long because he can’t stay mad at you for long
Though he can be a little passive aggressive
But you just brushed him off
His henchmen like you, much to his annoyance, so when he’s mad you, his henchman just take your attention and hang out with you. Which, only upsets the Devil even further and he just gets huffier, but he’s mad you’re not hanging with him, but he also is mad and wants to ignore you, but because he’s ignoring you he’s not able to be around you because that would mean you win. (God that’s a mouth full lol)
He wants you to apologize to him and practically forces one out of you
Once you do apologize though, he’s stuck to you like a leech and doesn’t wanna leave your side
#yandere cuphead#devil x reader#the cuphead show x reader#cuphead devil#yandere devil x reader#cuphead devil x reader#the devil x reader#the cuphead show#cuphead headcanons#yandere the devil#cuphead x reader#cuphead#the devil#yandere cuphead x reader
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XXX | Mizora
[Smut, blasphemy, inspired by hellfire, Nb!reader]
You've been finding different wrapped gifts addressed to you throughout the day, explicit portraits of a certain devil who is waiting for you to finally make your way home, and unwrapp the main present on your bed.
Or
A love letter to Mizora.
You feel her, you see her.
Her lips on you, her tongue in you. Her claws dragging down your back, feeling her breath against your neck. Her hands exploring all you have to offer and then demanding more as she digs deeper into your soul, swirls her fingers against your essence, and what makes you whole.
Memories of her touch flashing through your mind as you tighten your jacket around you. The cold air carrying the falling snowflakes down, gently setting the on top of your head as you made your way through the snow-covered grounds.
Reminiscing about her warm touch.
How she always looked so mesmerising, never failed to steal your breath away. Her skin glowing a soft amber of a blue flame as she got closer to her release. Sweat glistening on top of her bare body as if they were pearls adorning her and sparkling against the candles' flames.
How no painting or portrait could do her justice. To capture her beauty in a still frame of time was akin to the impossible.
Gifts of several portraits in different shapes and sizes were addressed to you, each on wrapped with a crimson red bow and a gold trim.
The first had a frame so golden it matched the melting candles depicted on the canvas, much like her equally golden jewellery still adorning her head.
Making your eyes trail down her long fine horns until the necklace on her half exposed chest demands your attention, making your eyes follow the line down her stomach until her dress stops revealing her skin to you, until a golden belt hugs her hips.
It's the same dress you've always seen her in, the same jewellery she always had on. Nothing was different, and yet everything felt different. The way she presented herself to you, sitting on those pillows below with her thighs pressed together, gave you a peak through the picture.
Her finger pressed against her lips in a satire of coyness. She knew exactly her effect on you, and she lived for the thrill of pushing your buttons.
Of making you suffer her mockery of innocence.
You taste her, you hear her.
The delicious nectar going down your throat as she grinded against your mouth, the taste of her lips against yours as she made you swallow your own release. Tasting the evidence of your pleasure from her mouth.
Swallowing down your dry throat, you keep the lower part of your face warmed and covered by your scarf as the wind intensifies. The night sky dimming in light as grey clouds gather to veil the stars. You catch a glimpse of the full moon before she too is out of view.
Memories of her moans echo at the back of your mind, her groans, her words for more. An infernal language with a tongue you couldn't speak, a primal raw language that existed long before much of this world did. Spoken right on your bed, through a devil.
The second picture had a wine red frame carved from rubies, weighting heavy on your hands. Mizora was facing away from the painting, instead her proud wings were fully spread and on display, various jewelry and silk ribbons dangled from their sharp ends.
Her tail was curled in the air, playfully wrapping and around one of the trinkets attached to her wings. Lifted up to give you a full view of her backside and exposed thighs, a silk pair of panties covering the tiniest bit of skin possible.
The lovely shape of her ass, the way she shamelessly must have stayed in that position for hours until the painting was done, the fact it was meant for your eyes only. Your reward for being such a good little mortal for her.
You imagined being there, imagined her tail trailing down and wrapping around the string of her underwear. Lifting the flimsy piece of fabric easily or even tearing it apart.
Her invitation for you to come closer, take a bite.
Its colour matched the shade of her eyes.
Like fire.
Hellfire.
You smell her.
Her perfume, smokey with a hint of cherries. It spoke of her, a smell so signature to Mizora that you could never replicate it with anything on the mortal surface. The kind of perfume that lingers on your bed days after she's gone, the kind that fills you with need and want.
Igniting the flame of desire inside you. Lust clouding your brain and glazing over your eyes, all common sense discarded at the door.
This burning desire, turning you to sin.
You're almost home, you could see the candle lights glowing through the windows of your house. Someone else is already inside.
A couple more steps through this cold night until you can discard your thick clothes, until you can fall back into her embrace. Another taste of the forbidden apple of her throat.
The third was framed in white, pure and delicate, untainted white with a lacey finish. The portrait painted her from a ceiling's view as she laid there on the soft lush bed, clad in soft angelic lingerie.
Transparent lace tights hugged her thighs until they disappeared under the frilly skirt with fur lining the bottom. A skirt so short that the simplest breeze could send it flying away.
A loose airy satin top barely covered her breasts, the white beautifully matching the blues of her skin, the redness of her hair. The deep dark black abyss of her eyes with two blazing firey circles in the middle.
For a moment, if you could overlook the horns and flesh wings, you might have thought she was the closest to an angel you've ever seen.
Withholding all the sin from this world from you, making you kneel in front of her alter for the chance for redemption.
It's the devil who set this flame
Stepping through the door, you're greeted by a trail of red and white petals leading back into your bedroom. Her perfume is in the air.
And just like Eve before you, snakes of temptation curl around your throat.
Leading you to that door where you knew she awaited you on your bed, inside your home, the devil made herself known.
Singing a song, of your lust and love to all of Faerun.
God have mercy on you.
#♡Mizora#♡smut#mizora x reader#Bg3 smut#bg3 x reader#nb!reader#nonbinary reader#blasphemy#smut#devil x reader
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Can you do something with the devil and and an angel that ends up being a customer to the bar at the casino bc the job they have in heaven is stressful? Just imagine how awkward that would be at first lol-
"Oh hello, angel! What can I-”
“Ohhh haha, I get--*hic*--it! Cuz you’re a literal angel!”
“What’s an angel like you doin’ here? Couldn’t resist the temptation, eh?”
“Ethan, Rummy..don’t be rude.” Ginette lightly scolded her fellow bartenders, before turning back to you with an apologetic smile. “Sorry ‘bout that. What’ll it be today, sweetie?”
You just sighed, keeping your wings tucked against your sides as you gazed at the menu for a brief moment. It wasn’t often that you came down to the casino’s bar, but today you especially needed a break from your heavenly duties. Just a small one. Nobody upstairs would even know you stopped in.
"I’ll have the-”
“Well I’ll be damned! An angel in the Devil’s Casino?!!”
Hearing the laughter of a certain devilish king, you looked to see the Devil himself stepping up to the counter, intrigued by your presence.
Most customers would quiver at the sight of him--or easily fall for his deals and promises. But you weren’t deceived by his tricks, nor were you about to jump up and reprimand him for anything. Instead you just politely smiled. “Yep. Is..there a problem?”
He blinked several times, huffing. “Why--no. I...I welcome the residents of all kinds. But..I mean...you’re an angel in a casino.”
“And..?”
“And a casino is, ya know, a place that runs off of temptation and sin? A place that goes against everything the big man upstairs taught you??!” His eye twitched.
“What he doesn’t know won’t hurt him.” You waved him off, turning back to Ginette as you ordered your drink. Even still you could sense the Devil’s yellow gaze lingering on you, so you looked at him again. “Before you ask, I have no interest in gambling.”
“That doesn’t matter! I thought your job was to lead poor souls away from this place. Is there some sort of protest going on?”
“This isn’t exactly a “protest”. And for your information, we angels get different jobs every day.”
“Oh? So what was today’s “job” that was so unbearable that it drove you here, of all places?” Propping his trident against the counter, Devil leaned closer to you with interest.
After getting your drink, you took a sip and sighed in content, savoring the taste. Then you put the glass back down before explaining your assignment to him.
“I had to help the ghosts haunting the second mausoleum find peace. They keep freaking out Grim and he refuses to sleep because of all the noises he hears at night.” You took a slightly bigger swig. “Stupid pink spirits..they just wanna make a mess out of alllll the artifacts. My wings can parry slap them to get their attention, and even then they’re stubborn little fellas. If I don’t meet a certain quota I get in trouble with my superiors. As if I’m the one who put them there...!”
The demon king only stared as you rambled on and on, finally understanding your reasons. He thought that heaven was all about angels frolicking in the clouds, helping souls enter the pearly gates, and blessing children’s dreams...but it turns out it’s a tough job even for you.
So much so it tempted you to come here for a break.
As soon as you finished your rant, a devious grin appeared on his face. “So you say those pesky ghosts won’t leave? Must be such a burden for-”
“No.”
The grin quickly fell. “....you didn’t even let me-”
“I know what you're plotting. I'm immune to your temptations, Lucifer. Your flattery and petulance won’t get you anywhere with me.”
Growling, a bit of fire flashed in his eyes, though he composed himself and collected his trident and a random drink left on the table. “Fine. It was worth a shot...I'll leave you be. Do enjoy your stay here. You’re welcomed back anytime.” He chuckled before finally leaving you alone.
Ginette was only half-listening to the conversation as she cleaned a glass, but she took pity on you for putting up with him. “Nice one. Ya know very few folks get mouthy with the Devil an’ live to tell the tale.”
“Guess I’m lucky then.” You smiled lightly and pushed your nearly-empty glass towards her. “When you get the chance, I’ll have another round."
Yep.
This casino was your sweet retreat.
#clanask#anonymous#cuphead x reader#cuphead devil x reader#devil x reader#angel reader#tipsy troop#headcanons
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Hello, the truth is, I don't know if you can request more than once, but even if I am going to request 😅
how about some hc of the devil (Cuphead show / Yes again xd) with a female reader or gn who is very shy, stutters and with a little touch he is already a tomato (not literally) but he really loves physical affection lots of hugs hugs, pampering, snuggling and almost always the reader tells him that he loves him that he loves him very much, take care, you are the best but when he says it he always hides his face all red and stutters because of embarrassment hehe
(and if you like to stroke the devil's horns)
sorry if it's long hehe
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Well, luckily this is long as well. Hope I managed to satisfy a bit of your curiosity.
The Devil with a shy GN!reader
My, aren't you just adorable!
When you first meet the Devil he believes you are one of his multiple "fans" who stutter in fear of his presence. What made you stand out from the crowd was that unlike his other "fans" you weren't running away.
Perplexed by this, he takes it upon himself to ask "Well? Aren't you running away as well?" and you just stood there giving him glances while just as quickly looking away.
"I-It's n-nice to meet you." you managed to squeak "M-My name is..." he could have sworn you said your name but you just said it so meekly his hearing didn't catch it (and he could hear every muttered complaint and whisper around Hell which led the poor soul to torture so the fact that he couldn't hear your name was a feat in itself).
"What was that?" he rose his eyebrow. "My name is-" "SPEAK UP! Ugh I don't have all day, you know?"
When you finally speak up your name he gives you a little mm-hmm as a response while casually analyzing his claws "So.... What deal you wish to make, hm?"
"What?"
"What what? The deal you wish to make! That's why you've approached me right?! What is your little heart's desire?"
"I-I" you suddenly blush " I just wanted to meet you." at this he was surprised. Normally when people met him it was out of self-interest. They always wanted power, money, anything he could give him and he would give them just that.... For a price. But you.... You just genuinely were... His fan? A true fan?!
" Well of course you do!" He puffed up his chest "I am the most interesting being on this isle! Why, I have stories for days!!" And thus, with an arm around your shoulders he began doing his favorite thing - to talk about himself. You, of course, didn't object and listened intently to his every word.
° The Old Scratch himself was extremely happy to have your honest attention on him. Should someone make fun of your stuttering or your shy nature he is quick to send a painful reminder to never do it again ESPECIALLY in his presence. His sense of hearing became especially attuned to your voice where should you speak to try and get into a conversation only to be interrupted, the Devil will shush the other person to hear your input.
° Your shy nature makes you surprisingly observant and you can give out some sage advice as well so this demon is going to listen!
° Honestly he only notices his romantic feelings towards you when he notices you speaking to someone without stuttering. That person was most likely a friend of yours trying to persuade you to stay away from him. Without loosing a bit, or even stuttering you affirmed that the Devil was your friend and you weren't going anywhere. And that was it... That word.... Was wrong. It FELT wrong. It also felt wrong how you didn't stutter when talking to your friend. Were you afraid of him afterall? Usually that would be ideal so why couldn't he even entertain the idea of you running from him?
° Fortunately, Henchman came to his rescue, albeit unknowingly, when he asked his boss where his new partner was. While the Devil dismissed Henchman's simpleton ways of fanciful name calling for a friend, Henchman explains he meant it as a romantic partner.
° "OH! W-What??! No they don't see me like--- I'm not--" then it clicked. The old demon king began recalling all your shy antics around him, your stutter, your blushing face, your quick glances aaaaand he had to facepalm at his own lack of insight. You weren't a fan of him, well you were but because you actually liked-liked him!
° From that point on his behavior somewhat changes. He gets more touchy, more cuddly and overall just far more affectionate towards you. He will tease you relentlessly until you break and have to ask him "a-are we d-dating?" to which he answers with a mischievous little grin and a little dismissive wave of his hand "Well if you insist!"
° And thus began your romantic path together. He does try to get you out of your shell while your mere presence calms him even in the presence of Cuphead. Especially in the presence of Cuphead! Where he takes your hand hastily in his in the hopes of calming down. Once he looks at how red you are, you are getting teased by both him and the boys until your face couldn't get any redder.
° When you hide your face and can no longer make coherent phrases is when the fun stops and he cuddles you while telling you how absolutely adorable you are.
° When you do tell him you love him he stops functioning for a few seconds and then his tail wags happily while he repeats it trying to act cool. As he spots you almost melting in your own bashful ways he will say it far more times and louder so he can get to see you flustered ™.
° Overall a lil sh*t but he is YOUR lil sh*t
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Hello! I hope you’re well! I love you’re yandere things so I knew you’d be the best to ask this from<3
Could you do something with the line “if you weren’t so much trouble, you would make a very entertaining play thing.” From the Devil in Lucio’s route after he destroys the deck? Something like he won and followed up on that, or you make a deal to keep Lucio safe or something? I know it’s kinda a weird request but it’s been on my mind.
Hi! Sorry this took so long, i took a little break from writing but i’m back now!
The devil has always been intrigued by you
He admires your determination, your passion, your loyalty, how skilled you are at magic.
Unfortunately you’re using those lovely qualities against him, and he can’t allow that.
He’d watch you often, not just to keep track of what you guys were doing, but simply cause he loved watching you.
He’d get jealous of Lucio, he wants you to be his.
So after he destroyed the tarot deck, he wanted to destroy Lucio too.
He managed to get a hold on Lucio.
You were frantically yelling at him to let him go, threats eventually turned Into begging.
“Ahh, such venom in your voice. such fervent hatred. If you weren’t so much trouble, you would make a very entertaining plaything.”
“Please just don’t hurt him, i’ll do anything.” you begged.
“Anything? How about we make a deal then. I won’t hurt him, If you agree to belong to me, forever.”
Lucio immediately told you not to do it, begging you to just leave and keep yourself save.
But you couldn’t let him get hurt, so you agreed to the deal.
The devil would take you to his palace.
He’d honestly care for you pretty well, you’d have huge luxurious room (That you couldn’t leave)
He’d see you as a pet, he wants to know how long it would take for him to break you, for you to finally stop fighting him and accept your fate.
He will sit with you in your room, sometimes trying to talk to you, sometimes just staring at you, purely to see how you’d react.
He’s patient, but if you go too far he won’t hesitate to punish you.
He loves slowly seeing you become more and more obedient.
Once he breaks you enough he’ll give you more freedom, letting you roam around the palace, giving you pretty much everything you’d request (except for freedom ofcourse)
You wouldn’t stop the occasional snarky remarks though, but he finds it cute.
He does love you in his own twisted way.
#the arcana#the devil#the arcana devil#yandere headcanons#lucio morgasson#lucio x reader#yandere#devil x reader#yanderecore#male yandere#the arcana x reader#yandere arcana#obsessivecore#obsessive behavior#stalking#obsessive love#obsessed#the arcana lucio#lucio x mc#lucio route#lucio x apprentice#montag morgasson
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Hiii, can I ask you the Devil (cuphead) x reader, Soulmate AU?
Sure (you didn't specify which AU so I made it where you two have a notebook you use to communicate with each other if you wanted something else feel free to specify in another ask)
Devil x Reader Soulmate Au
The devil always is an imposing figure to all of those around him
But when he's finally alone after a long day he'll write to you eagerly to talk to the one person he actually enjoys talking to
He's never seen you before but he's already in love
Despite your asking he refuses to tell you who he is because he's worried you'll be scared of him
When he writes to you he sits on his bed like a teenager girl in a movie who's writing in her diary
He's so eager to actually meet you but when you two set up a meeting he dips at the last second
He's too scared that his enemies will be out for you when they see you're his soulmate
He apologizes of course but he still feels really bad
When you two actually do meet he's really sweet but can't help his stutter
You're even nicer in real life!
He's also glad you don't resent him for who he is it makes him feel so happy
(Last thing but little did the devil know the entire casino employees including Kind Dice were watching you two's interaction because they had a bet about it)
(Chips won)
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Tbh I'd actually really love to write a Devil/Reader fic in which both Game and Show Devil fight over the Reader hehe. >w> The holdback is actually writing it and trying to think of the right dialog for each one lol.
#but i mean drawing that recent picture just made the concept so much more tempting to write!#like i said though just wish i knew exactly how to write it#cuphead#cuphead devil#the cuphead show#devil x reader#cuphead devil x reader#personal
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Would I be able to see some Show!Devil x reader headcanons?? He's so good, I hope he gets more screentime next season.
Hm, normally, I don’t do x reader Headcanons, because people react differently, nobody has the same reaction to anything.
Like, imagine if he flirted with you, usually people write the reader either getting flustered or flirting back.
I have no fuckin idea how you people would react in that situation.
Idk man, I would much rather write the characters with each other if that’s ok-
(this is my first time doing Headcanons FOR people, usually I just do them for me cause I’m lonely as shit-)
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Devilish Good Time
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Explicit content ahead.
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You lost. You lost? You weren’t supposed to lose, you were the smartest humanity had to offer and you had simply been beaten by Him. Now you were His forever, kept eternally supple for the soul purpose of being His bride.
With no time to think about the actions that took you to this place in your life, now all you were thinking about were the consequences. FOOM- a rush of hot air and there He was. The Devil himself, unsurprisingly handsome, human almost, apart from His eyes being black with red irises. In a all black suit with a red tie and shirt the same colour. He was accompanied by a young man in a suit with a clip board. He smiles sweetly.
“Name?” the young man asked, almost bored with this task that you assume being making sure He isn’t being cheated. You reply, fated for this almost by prophesy, you could almost laugh with how sad this is. “Well...? Come along then, in the circle.”
You hopped on and with another rush of hot air, you were in what looked to be a very nice office building, black walls with white and red accents, a beautiful wooden desk. A door just to the left of the desk draws your attention. To the right of the building is a grand window looking deep down into the pits of Hell, it looks just like the metropolis you came from, but the sky is an eerie purple-black mix.
“Well, here we are, come along now. My Lord doesn’t have time to waste with this so I will be the one to do this for you.” You didn’t like the sound of that, what the fuck were they going to do to you? You were lead behind the desk and through the door. Into another room, a bedroom? Not giving you a second to look or think about what you saw on the far wall he continues to lead you into a secondary room off the bedroom, a bathroom.
“Strip.” Offering no explanation to you
“Pardon me?”
“Strip. Keep up that talk though He likes it when they’re polite” ...oh that is a tip you tuck away for later when something happens to you. You turn to strip not bothering to ask for privacy as you’re sure you won’t get it. He points to the shower; you get in and he turns on the water to the hottest setting.
“AAAHH—” it burns but soon turns to a more comfortable setting almost immediately, you blush out of embarrassment from the outburst. The water turns off in about 10 minutes or so, just as long as you usually shower for. Did they find you dirty? You turn to ask the man and he’s gone all that’s left in his place is a table with a cup of water on it, along with a beautiful burgundy gown like those you see in movies. Seeing no other option, you decide to put it on, drink the water and read the note.
‘Dearest one,
Kindly put on the dress and come outside for the next part of your new life. I will meet you there.
~L’
The note leaves you with a sense of warmth, you didn’t have anything else now, so you follow the instructions and leave the room.
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𝕯𝖊𝖆𝖑 𝖜𝖎𝖙𝖍 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝕯𝖊𝖛𝖎𝖑 || 𝖁
˚˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ 𝔏𝔲𝔠𝔦𝔣𝔢𝔯 𝔐𝔬𝔯𝔫𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔰𝔱𝔞𝔯 𝔵 ℜ𝔢𝔞𝔡𝔢𝔯
˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ 𝔖𝔲𝔪𝔪𝔞𝔯𝔶: 𝔄 𝔤𝔦𝔯𝔩 𝔤𝔢𝔱𝔰 𝔦𝔫𝔳𝔦𝔱𝔢𝔡 𝔱𝔬 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔩𝔞𝔯𝔤𝔢𝔰𝔱 𝔟𝔞𝔩𝔩 𝔦𝔫 𝔞𝔩𝔩 𝔬𝔣 𝔥𝔢𝔩𝔩, 𝔞𝔰 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔇𝔢𝔳𝔦𝔩'𝔰 𝔇𝔞𝔱𝔢.
˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ 𝔚𝔞𝔯𝔫𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔰: 𝔖𝔴𝔢𝔞𝔯𝔦𝔫𝔤, 𝔖𝔩𝔦𝔤𝔥𝔱 𝔩𝔲𝔰𝔱𝔣𝔲𝔩 𝔱𝔥𝔬𝔲𝔤𝔥𝔱 𝔦𝔪𝔭𝔩𝔦𝔠𝔞𝔱𝔦𝔬𝔫𝔰, ℑ𝔫𝔰𝔢𝔠𝔲𝔯𝔦𝔱𝔦𝔢𝔰
˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ 𝔊𝔢𝔫𝔯𝔢: 𝔉𝔩𝔲𝔣𝔣
˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ 𝔜𝔬𝔲 lightly tapped your foot against the wooden floor as you stared at the clock with your usual expression. Empty annoyance. Hand-cupping your face as your fingers rhythmically hit the table.
10:30 am
He's late, minus 50 points
You mentally chided yourself, when Lucifer would come over to visit you, he had always come around 10:00 am, no earlier or later. It has been that way for the last 3 weeks he had been visiting to get to know each other. You had almost reached the end of the single month of getting to know each other before he could make the move.
I know he is the king of hell but he would have sent a message or something... maybe something happened.
You waited for a couple of more minutes before you sighed and glanced over at the phone that sat next to you. "Maybe I should-"
You cut yourself off when a light flashed and your eyes widened slightly as you watched the blonde walk through the golden portal. He had a smile on his face but it quickly faded when he saw the expression in your eyes.
Your eyes were the way he could tell your mood since you rarely ever changed your expression other than annoyed or angry expressions. He sheepishly rubbed the back of his neck as he chuckled nervously.
"N-now, I know what you're going to say but I have a good excuse... um," He pursed his lips as he clapped his hands together, you raised a brow and crossed your arms.
"You should just tell me why you're late rather than trying to make up an excuse."
"Yeah, I realized that..." Lucifer drooped in defeat before he stood back up and cleared his throat, acting like nothing happened. That was some pride. "Anyways, I was late because I was in discussion with Asmodeus-"
"Wait what?" Your focus immediately shifted and you actually looked awake and your head down to Earth for once. Lucifer couldn't help but get annoyed when he noticed your immediate attention at the mention of the Sin. You actually looked interested and perked up at the thought of someone else, you've never done that for him.
Why couldn't you get excited or at the least a little bit interested in the thought of seeing him and not someone else? For some strange reason, he felt his heart sting a bit. He couldn't help the feeling in his chest but he also didn't understand it.
"What? Never heard of the Sin of Lust of before." He teased with a grin, hiding his inner annoyance.
You rolled your eyes, "Very funny, I just forgot you had friends is all." You huffed while Lucifer felt an invisible arrow stab his chest.
"W-what made y-you forget..." He winced emotionally.
You deadpanned, "This is the entire thing," you motioned between the two of you, "was built off the fact that you are lonely."
"...touche,"
"So... you were saying," You sighed as you egged him on to which he nodded and summoned a white envelope. You tilted your head and took it from his hands. You looked at him for permission to which he nodded.
That was one thing you both noticed you had in common. You both always had this silent eye communication about consent. Maybe it was because you both hadn't touched someone else for too long or had a proper friendship or relationship with someone else. It was funny, you had something in common with the darkest being in the world... not that he acted like it.
“An invitation to a… party?” You asked, your eyes narrowing slightly. Parties were never really your scene. The life you had in college was basically avoiding parties, your roommates often smelled of bitter beer and sweet vape, thank the lord for your air purifier.
“Yep,” the devil replied as he softly snatched the letter from your now empty hands, “It’s more like a Royal ball. It’s to celebrate the beginning of hell, each century the sins take turns hosting the ball. This year, it’s in the lust ring and hosted by Ozz.”
You assumed “Ozz” was a nickname but you couldn’t help but think, is the start of hell really something to celebrate. You shook the thought and looked at the male who was now fidgeting slightly.
You knew that look, he wanted to tell you something but was too nervous to do so. It amazed you how the sun of pride could get so nervous. “Okay, so what’s the big deal, it says here that the ball is at night so it won’t be like you're missing anything.”
“Well, you see… I sorta need… a date.” Lucifer confesses as he rocked back and forth on his heels.
Huh? But the invitation—
“I know what you’re thinking, “but the invitation never said anything about a date being mandatory” Well—” it somewhat irked you that he knew what you were thinking “—darling, Ozz has been on my back for thousands of years about not having a man or woman on my arm. Hell! I haven’t had sex since Eve. So he kind of forced me to promise to bring a date to this event or else…”
You looked at him expectingly, “Or else what?”
“Or else he would keep sending girls to my palace to try and seduce me for the next five years…” Yikes, you could see why he agreed.
“So I was wondering, since it’s my turn to pick the activity today anyway, I was thinking… why don’t you be my partner to the ball!” He asked with his usual sharp yet unfairly attractive grin.
…What? Attend a ball with the king of hell and likely all the other sins and royal families. You could feel the social anxiety crawling up your spine, “Are you sure you want me as your partner, I don’t think I have any proper etiquette for such an event.”
“First of all, it’s hell sweetheart people don’t care as much as you think. Second of all, you already speak more maturely than me so I think we’re good.”
You pursed your lips, “Okay but what about a dress, I don’t own anything suitable for—”
“—Relax, I will also take care of that. I will handle all the preparations and all you need to do is look pretty at my arm.”
You looked at the ground in silence. You did want to go to hell anyway and he does seem like he needs your help. Plus this could give you the chance to see the type of environment your unborn child will grow up in. The pros outweigh the cons in this scenario.
“Fine.”
“Yes!” He jumped up with the beaming aura that reminded you that he too was once an angel. The happiness and pure joy on his face from your agreement made your chest feel gooey and weird. “I will send over everything, be ready by 9:30! I have some things to do so I will see you later! Bye, darling!”
Before you could say anything he jumped through the portal, leaving you alone with your thoughts.
What have I gotten myself into…
˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ "𝕺𝖍 𝖒𝖞…" You muttered to yourself as you looked at yourself in the mirror. It felt like you were looking at a completely different person, a whole new you.
You were wearing a black and red ballgown. It wasn't super poofy like a Disney princess dress, but more smoothed down and brought out your skin's natural glow and curves.
The ballgown was a breathtaking fusion of black and red, exuding an air of mystery and elegance. At the top, where there were no sleeves, the fabric shimmered in an intense, deep crimson hue, reminiscent of the darkest red roses in bloom. The bodice hugged the curves of the body with a body-con silhouette, sculpting a figure of sheer sophistication and allure.
As the color cascaded down the dress, it transitioned seamlessly into a velvety black, like the shadows of the night enveloping the last traces of daylight. The gradient effect was mesmerizing, creating a captivating interplay of light and shadow that added depth and dimension to the gown.
Adorning the shoulders were detachable black veils, floating ethereally like wisps of smoke. They draped elegantly off your shoulders, framing your silhouette with a veil of midnight that matched the hour of the devil.
A golden snake wrapped around your neck in the form of a beautiful necklace, layered and accentuated your chest with mini rubies. Black lace palm gloves covered your hands as a golden bracelet wrapped around your wrist. At Lucifer's specific request, your hair was left undone and out, hair brushed and framed your face as the golden and red hues painted your lids.
This... should this kind of dress be worn by me?
The thoughts flooded your head as you stared at yourself in the mirror. You weren't bold enough or beautiful enough to wear a dress like this. Models who made a living off their beauty rocked sweats and tee shirts and looked better than you felt you did at the moment. You felt mundane and emotionless, someone who couldn't pull off such a gorgeous dress.
With a deep breath, you straightened your posture and met your own gaze in the mirror. "I can do this," you whispered to yourself, trying to place up the front of faux confidence.
The familiar whoosh of the sound of a portal was heard causing you to whip your head to see a gaping Lucifer, staring at you with star-struck eyes. You couldn't help the small spark of awe that flickered to your face as you looked at him.
You knew he was the devil, but his devilish charms truly charmed you right now. He still wore white pants and black boots, but his shirt was switched. His shirt was cuffed and white, tucked into his pants, with delicate ruffles at the collar that were covered up by his black vest. The vest boasted faint leaf designs, adding a touch of elegance to his ensemble.
Over the white frill at the collar was a black bow tie, perfectly tied to accentuate his neck. The golden epaulets on his shoulders gleamed under the light, adding a regal flair to his attire. And draped over it all was a wine-red coat that matched the attached cloak, its rich hue complementing the black and white of his outfit. His cane was gone but a black version of his hat sat atop his head.
Despite his demonic nature, there was an undeniable allure to his presence. He carried himself with confidence and poise, exuding a charm that was impossible to resist. Your chest suddenly felt odd, tight, and warm, and a flutter entered your stomach. A faint blush painted your cheeks, and it wasn't from makeup. You quickly cleared your throat and looked at Lucifer with a raised brow, calming your blush.
"Lucifer, are you alright?"
"Huh?" He blinked out of his daze before a golden rush came to his cheeks, causing you to furrow your brows. Was he blushing? He pulled at his collar and glanced to the side, loosening his shirt in the process. "Ahaha, sorry it's just that I didn't expect you to look so beautiful... n-not that you don't always look beautiful! I mean, you're stunning in general, but right now you look-"
You weren't listening to his nervous rant, more focused on the messy collar of his shirt. He cut himself off when he saw you standing in front of him, a bit shorter than him, despite height standards in hell being different. Even though he was technically short in hell, he still stood taller than a couple of humans, including you. His lips parted as he watched you, the golden blush intensifying as he got a closer look at you.
Your lips quirked up ever so slightly, almost imperceptibly, as you finished adjusting his tie, leaving it neat and clean. As you looked up at him, your lips dropped slightly, surprised by how close he was. Your eyes met, his a deep crimson that seemed to hold a world of emotion, contrasting with your own E/C. There was a subtle spark that seemed to jolt between you, making your heart skip a beat.
For some reason, the way he gazed at you felt like you were precious. It was as if you were everything to him, more valuable than any jewel adorning his throne, more beautiful than any flower in his garden. At that moment, all your insecurities melted away as you met his intense gaze. It was like he was devouring you with his eyes, it made you feel like prey under a predator.
"U-um..." You broke the silence, feeling a blush rise to your cheeks as you looked away, hands clasped nervously in front of you. "W-we might be late if we continue to stand here."
"Ah, right!" He nervously chuckled, scratching the back of his neck and averting his gaze, but you couldn't help but notice the faint blush dusting his cheeks.
Golden blush?
"Yeah," he said aloud, his voice carrying a dry gulp with a pause, "Angels have golden blood. I may have fallen, but I still am an angel."
You furrowed your brows, caught off guard. Was he also a mind reader? How did he—
"You thought that aloud," he interjected, his devilish grin widening as he glanced at you, sending a shiver down your spine. "Didn't know you cared?"
You scoffed, attempting to regain your composure, and playfully pushed his head back with a finger. "Don't flatter yourself, Your Highness," you retorted, rolling your eyes at his velvety chuckle. His laughter was as smooth and deep as his voice, stirring something inside you that you tried to ignore. "Though, you don't clean up bad yourself."
Lucifer was always impressed by your ability to deflect his advances effortlessly, and how you managed to make him blush without even trying. Your straightforwardness, delivered with a straight face, often left him wondering if you were truly telling the truth or simply toying with him. The air of mystery that surrounded you only added to your allure, making you all the more intriguing in his eyes. Despite his devilish charm and wit, even with him also a nervous trainwreck at times and a goofy mess.
You seemed unfazed, always keeping him on his toes with your unpredictable reactions and sharp retorts. You never minded his personality, from rambling anxious little angel to charming seductive devil, you stood your ground and remained unfazed. It was a dynamic that Lucifer found both exhilarating and strangely comforting, knowing that you were able to match him.
"Well then," he said, extending a hand toward you as a golden portal materialized behind him, casting a sunlit glow that highlighted his features. His smirk melted into a charming smile, even with his sharp teeth, as he continued, "Shall we, my lady?"
Brushing your hand against the cool metal of the jewelry around your neck, you took a deep breath before accepting his hand. As he led you through the portal.
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yandere church boy x gn bottom reader smut ;; semi public/risky, sacrilege, religious imagery mentions (takes place in a church broom closet during service), unintentional edging
it was a miracle the two of you hadn't gotten caught yet. how many times have you ended up like this just this week alone?
despite abraham's attempts to keep you quiet, clasping his hands around your mouth and keeping his own whiny moans just soft enough that only you could hear them, he just couldn't keep himself from ramming into you. every thrust was so hard that it rattled the door you were pressed up against — anyone in the hall outside of the closet would easily figure out what was going on inside.
"you feel so good," abe whimpered in your ear, "s-so soft— oh, god..."
your breath hitched when he pulled you backwards and thrusted into you harder. thank god the sound of the choir picked up just then — abe's hands could do little to muffle your cries. he was way too deep, it felt like he was in your stomach at this angle! but your pushing at his hips did nothing to stop him from fucking into you even harder.
so many people, so nearby, just a few meters down the hall. the thought of getting caught fluttered through your mind. what would they think of of you, getting fucked by the pastor's boy when *** was surely watching?
abe's incoherent whimpering interrupted your thoughts. he was trying to say something to you, and though the words were unclear, you knew exactly what he was trying to say.
so you expected it when his thrusts came to a disappointing stop, his hands slipping from your mouth to grasp and plant your hips against his own. you felt his cock twitching in you, just as desperate for release as you were, despite abe's unwillingness to let himself have it.
you let out a whine of protest as he stammered out his apologies, planting messy kisses along your neck and shoulder. you knew he wouldn't leave you unsatisfied, but... how many times would he do this before you actually got to cum?
luckily, you didn't have time to wonder. within moments of stopping, abe was pulling you back against him and moving his hips again, the feeling of him fucking you again while you were already so sensitive driving thought from your mind.
#i am losing my mind#yandere x reader#yandere x you#yandere x oc#yandere boy#yandere imagines#yandere oc#yandere male#yandere smut#yandere nsft#yandere lemon#yandere x reader smut#male yandere x reader#xv ;; the devil — my writing#⛪️ abraham a. ;; the church boy
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I just watched The First Omen at the cinema and you may go ahead and cuff me for blasphemy, but…
Yandere! Devil x Reader
You have been chosen by the Cult as the one to carry their ungodly plan after many failed attempts. This time it was a success, yet not for the reasons they might expect. The Devil has his eyes on you.
Content: female reader, mentions of pregnancy, religious themes, blasphemy, violence, horror, a non-consent scene!, based on The First Omen (2024); image from the promotional poster
Why you, of all people? You're not particularly devoted to religion, nor do you stand out in terms of virtuousness. Or lack of, for that matter. Alas, their reasons remain unknown.
What's certain is that you woke up one day and found yourself strapped to a foreign bed, staring into a ceiling you didn't recognize. You weren't alone. Around your helpless form stood men and women, dressed in black and wearing a solemn smile. Your forehead received a gentle, encouraging stroke from the hand of the priest. The scent of chrism invaded your nostrils.
You begged them to release you. The older man spoke softly in your ear. "You are serving a greater purpose. It is all in the name of God." God? Purpose? You rolled your eyes back and gazed upon the large painting hanging behind you. Virgin Mary and her blissful smile and stretched out hands felt like a mockery.
The holy image vanished as a black cloth was nonchalantly draped over your face. You felt the rope tighten around your neck and begun gasping for the scarce air barely making it through the thick canvas. A crescendo of muffled chants, and the room went abruptly quiet. Had everyone left?
Then you heard it. That profane growl, causing the entirety of your body to shiver in repugnance and terror. You trashed, and pulled, and screamed, to no avail. A clawed hand rested on your bare stomach, then a second one traced the rest of your body. You laid limp, vision blurred as the room swayed in tandem with the sacrilegious act.
You'd been defiled by a Beast. The next time you opened your eyes, you were back in your bed. Your hopes of it being a mere nightmare were shattered the moment you lifted your gown and noticed the deep scratches, the monstrous prints left on your skin, and the hollow sensation in the pit of your stomach. Your body had been tampered with, and something was growing out of your misfortune. A vile blight, throbbing with life within the comfort of your flesh.
You spent the months haunted by voices and visions. The grotesque, horned Creature would frequently reappear in your mind, exhausting all other thoughts. Such a heavy, imposing presence. It wouldn't let you forget, not even for a second: you belonged to Him, and He would soon return to retrieve you. The mother of His child, the object of His adoration. Was such a thing even conceivable?
You prayed to be left alone, yet the Cult naturally longed for its promised gift, bound to come back eventually. And so, once more, you were facing the people who caused your despair. "We've come for the child", the priest explained, glancing at your obvious, bulging belly. The clawed hand framing it was still a fresh wound that never healed, almost as an ominous warning: this body was owned by a jealous God.
Your trembling hands revealed a pocketknife. This time, you were prepared. The group took a moment to observe your daring gesture, then proceeded to approach you with calculated steps, with newfound resolve. Would you be able to keep them away? Their intentions were clear: you were in possession of the Antichrist, and they needed to secure this immense power.
The ground shook, and everyone froze. You glanced at the altar painting, the same one that witnessed your corruption. Virgin Mary remained with an unfaltering smile. From behind the ornate frame, large, horrid hands creeped out. A travesty of everything Holy. The priest gasped and quickly threw his hands in prayer. This was not part of the plan. This was not meant to happen.
"Pater noster, qui es in caelis-" he began, but his voice was cut short. His face turned pale, and he clutched his chest with a terrible grimace. The nun next to him let out a scream before she was pushed away by an invisible force. Her body hit the wall with a loud, wet sound of bones breaking and flesh tearing. You stared at the massacre unfolding before you, devoid of any fear. Somehow, in the depths of your soul, you knew you'd be safe.
An enormous shadow emerged from behind the painting, twisting, bending, stalking towards you. Your nose scrunched at the stench of blood. You were the last one standing among corpses. To your surprise, you exhaled deeply, shoulders drooping in comfort. A silent voice murmured in your ear, telling you not to fear. That Father was finally home for you.
Foolish, ridiculous humans. He'd been willing to entertain their petty plans of grandeur, until he met you: your tender, frail body, your innocent soul. How exalting it was to have his way with you. You were meant to be the one. To carry His offspring into the damned world. But not for some trifling reason of a Cult desperate to crawl their way back into control. Their greatest mistake - which led to their demise - was to assume the Devil himself can be controlled, ordered around. He has allowed you the greatest honor of joining him, out of your free will, to sow the seeds of chaos as his beloved mortal.
Thus, he couldn't have possibly allowed anyone to interfere. What you saw that day, in that old, musty underground cavern, was an omen: a bloodbath awaits the one who dares to approach his human.
You look up into the demonic orbs: trenches of madness, obsession, vulgarity, burning holes into you, slurping your very existence with hunger and lust. You are his.
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[11.6k] when in desperate need for a date to your friend's wedding, the last person you expected to step up was nico hischier. then again, he didn't step up as much as he was thrown into the mess by jack.
inspired by 'the spanish love deception' by elena armas
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“Come on!”
“When I said a favour, I didn’t mean this!”
“You said you would do anything!”
“Yeah, like help change a flat tire. You know, the normal things!”
“Do you even know how to change a flat tire?”
“Well…”
“Jack.”
The boy let out a noise mixed between a laugh and an exaggerated groan as he threw his head back. He was just fresh out of the shower after practice, hair still dripping and cheeks flushed red, when you found him by the trainers’ kitchen grabbing a protein shake.
Your friendship with Jack Hughes was one made through the bond of joining the New Jersey Devils together. He was newly drafted and feeling the pressure of being first pick, whilst you were freshly entering the real world on your own two feet with no real plan in your head. It was by chance that a friend of a friend had managed to pull you a job with the hockey team. And it was by chance you ended up befriending the new hot-shot player in a sport you honestly didn’t know all that much about.
Still from the first day, after a very awkward meeting on both parts, you and Jack Hughes had been the best of friends—which was exactly why you thought he would help you out on being your plus one to a wedding.
“I don’t get what the big deal is,” Jack whined, leaning against the counter that displayed all the blenders and ingredients for the players’ protein shakes and smoothies. “Isn’t it your friend’s wedding? Why do you need a plus one, it’s not like you won’t know anyone?”
“That’s not the point,” you huffed out, feeling like a disgruntled child as you crossed your arms over your chest and resisted the urge to pout.
Jack raised his brows. “So, what is the point?”
“I—” You paused, something bitter and nostalgic twisting in your chest before you shook your head. “Can you do it or not? It’s not like you are running off to the Bahamas on your week off. You said yourself that you were free.”
“The Bahamas sounds better than a wedding in South Carolina,” he grumbled, his lips twitching upwards when you knocked his shoulder with your own. He looked like he was about to say something else before he paused, his eyes brightening. “So, you really need a date to this thing?”
You shot him a look. “Did the last twenty minutes of me begging not give it away?”
His grin widened, something quite unsettling in the smile. “So, you’re desperate?”
You frowned. “Well, I wouldn’t say desperate—”
“Nico is free this week!” Jack announced loudly, his grin reaching scary levels of taking over his face before his eyes glanced over your head. “Aren’t you, cap?”
Your eyes widened a little as you whirled around, finding the Devils captain standing a few feet away from the two of you. He was dressed similarly to Jack, in a team-branded hoodie and sweatpants, with his wet hair tucked under a beanie. He looked a bit caught off-guard as he glanced between the two of you, though his eyes lingered on Jack.
“Uh, yeah,” he cleared his throat, standing a little taller. “I guess. I didn’t have any plans—”
“Brilliant!” Jack clapped his hands together. “Nico can be your fake boyfriend to your friend’s wedding.”
Your head snapped around to glare at your friend. “I just needed a date—”
“Yeah, your date is your boyfriend,” Jack retorted.
Your glare hardened. “And I asked you—”
“And I’m busy,” Jack said with a shrug, almost as if he was saying ‘what could you do?’. “But Nico is free and you know each other. It should be an easy solution, right?”
You finally had the courage to face Nico, who looked a bit stunned himself. If it were any other day, you would have laughed at the fact that the captain looked so lost and unsure of himself, so unlike himself. But right now—with the tightening band around your chest that felt like it would crush your ribs—you couldn’t find yourself to even smile.
“You don’t have to,” you said eventually, when you finally found your voice again and your thoughts were coherent. “Jack is just—”
“I’ll do it,” Nico blurted out.
You blinked.
“I mean,” Nico paused, looking a little flustered at his own sudden announcement. “If you need someone, I can help out. I don’t mind, really.” He paused again. “We’re friends, right? This is what friends do.”
“Yeah, friends,” you repeated, clearing your throat a little before giving him a strained smile.
And just like that, Nico Hischier—captain of the New Jersey Devils—was your wedding date.
…
You decided that after this wedding was over and done, you were going to kill Jack Hughes.
In your mind, Jack would have agreed to help you out with your predicament, you would have gone to the wedding and had a laugh together. This would be one of those memories that you two would joke about for years to come, like when he almost burned down your kitchen making boxed macaroni cheese or when you called him sobbing because of a spider in your bathroom.
You didn’t think he would throw you under the bus like this.
And maybe that was a bit dramatic, but it felt necessary after Nico left the room with the promise he would message to sort out the details of your plans.
Your issue wasn’t with the fact Jack didn’t want to do it. If that was the case, you would have understood. Your nagging and begging was mostly just a bit of friendly banter, and you thought he was reciprocating.
He was reciprocating.
But then, instead of being a normal human and telling you he didn’t want to do it so you could find someone else to help you, he just threw a solution at you.
An—in the kindest way you could put it—unwanted solution.
It wasn’t that you hated or even disliked Nico Hischier. Not at all. Your relationship with the captain was just…non-existent, in a sense. Very superficial, if you were being honest.
When you were new to the team, you didn’t really talk all that much to any of the players. Jack was the exception, someone who was just as lost as you—though his extroverted personality hid it far better. But weeks passed and slowly you began to see some of the players beyond friendly acquaintances.
But Nico just…never really left that label.
It wasn’t like he was rude or mean to you, quite the opposite. Even though he was the captain to only the team, that caring and kind personality extended to everyone who worked for the Devils—you included.
He was a good guy. He was sweet and thoughtful and loyal and kind. He cared more than any person should. He was the kind of person people write in books and movies.
And it was intimidating, in a weird way.
There was no logical explanation for it. But something about Nico Hischier felt too perfect for your shit show of a life. He was confident and put together and everything you weren’t.
Jack knew that. Jack knew how you felt. Jack had laughed about it more than once before reassuring you that there was more to Nico than you realised.
You just wish you could’ve discovered that side of him during a team night out rather than at your friend’s wedding out of state.
And because Nico was the perfect guy, it was no surprise when he messaged you that the two of you could take his car down to Charleston, South Carolina with him taking the first shift.
“I thought you’d be sick of being on the road,” you said to him as you stood outside your apartment complex, bags in hand as you walked towards where Nico had parked his car.
“It’s a part of me now,” he joked as he reached for your bags, not giving you a chance to say anything before he placed them in the back with his own. “I go crazy if I’m not locked in a moving vehicle for more than three hours.”
You snorted, turning your face away so he didn’t catch the way your cheeks burned in embarrassment at the noise.
“I’ve also never been to Charleston,” Nico continued, shrugging his shoulders. “Thought it would be a nice chance to take it all in if we drive.”
“I really don’t mind driving the whole way,” you said, chewing on your bottom lip nervously as you eyed his car. “You’re already doing me a favour, the least I could do is—”
“It’s a long drive, I wouldn’t want you getting tired behind the wheel,” Nico said, his brows furrowed together. “It’s fine. I promise.”
“Okay,” you relented and took your spot in the passenger seat for the first stint of the drive.
…
It was around two hours in when the small talk shifted into something deeper.
“So, what’s the deal??”
You glanced over at the boy in the driver seat, your lips still wrapped around the straw of your slushie you bought at the last service station. Nico had gaped at you being able to drink something so sweet and cold so early in the morning, but you just grinned and shrugged. You didn’t get much of a chance to say anything before he was paying for it anyways, along with the coffee he got for himself.
Sensing your confusion, he continued.
“With the date,” he said, risking a glance at you before his eyes returned to the road. “You just seemed…”
“Desperate?” You supplied.
His lips twitched. “I was going to say insistent,” he corrected. “But yeah, desperate works too. Is it really such a bad thing if you go to your friend’s wedding alone?”
“Well,” you started, still hesitant to say your thoughts out loud when you knew it sounded immature. “Not really. Lucy wouldn’t care if I brought a cactus with me, she would just be happy I was there for her big day.”
Nico huffed out a laugh. “So, why am I here instead of a cactus?”
“I’m not a big fan of pricks,” you joked and, to your credit, he did smile. But the look he shot you told you that deflecting wasn’t going to get you very far. “My ex will be there.”
Nico didn’t say anything for a few moments. “And you’re…still in love with him?”
“What? No!” You quickly shook your head, your face scrunched up in a grimace. “God, no. Not at all. Never again.”
“Oh,” Nico murmured, though there was still a look of confusion on his face. “What’s the big deal if he’s there then?”
“Our breakup was…messy,” you confessed, wincing a little as the memories you tried to block out returned like an unwanted slap to the face. “It was ages ago and I’m over it. But the last time I saw a lot of these people was just before the breakup and I just wasn’t in a good place.”
Nico didn’t say anything, letting you continue.
“He cheated on me.” you said eventually because there didn’t seem like much point in beating around the bush, especially when Nico was helping you out despite being thrown into the deep-end unwillingly. “It got messy within the friend group and I ended up moving away after we broke up to get a fresh start. Not just because of him, but it was nice to get away from all the mess and drama.”
“So you came to New Jersey,” Nico finished.
“So I came to New Jersey,” you confirmed with a nod.
“And having a boyfriend when you see these people will…” he trailed off, his brows furrowed together once again. It was the same expression you saw on his face during games, when he was trying to work out plays in his head before they happened.
“I was originally planning to come myself,” you admitted to the boy. “But then I was on the phone with Lucy and she kept asking if I’d be okay with everything and I just imagined everyone asking me the same thing and,” you paused and shrugged. “I just ended up blurting out that I was using my plus one.”
When you turned to look at Nico, you were surprised to find a sympathetic smile on the boy’s face.
“If you showed up alone, nobody would’ve thought you moved on. But if you came with someone, people would believe you were actually okay,” Nico finished for you, and it should have been unsettling how well he understood. But his empathy and insight were one of the many traits that made him captain.
“It sounds stupid but I just wanted to come here and enjoy my friend’s wedding,” you said with a dry laugh. “The pitying looks were bad enough the first time around, I don’t need them again.”
Nico hummed, nodding his head. “So, what’s our story?”
You turned to him, frowning. “What?”
“Our story,” he repeated, a kind smile on his face that made your chest feel tight. “You know, like how we got together. Surely people will ask, no? We should have a plan.”
Your lips twitched upwards. “Can’t keep away from the strategies, can you?”
Nico laughed, smiling. “Guess you can’t take the captain out of the man or whatever the saying is.”
You snorted, shaking your head before you settled back in your seat. You thought about his point for a few moments, contemplating your options.
“I don’t think we have to overcomplicate it,” Nico said, interrupting your thoughts. “You have that look on your face that says you’re scheming.”
You raised your brows. “How do you know that?”
“It’s the same look on your face you get when you plan a prank with Jack,” he responded, smiling a little wider at your shocked look. “Neither of you are subtle. Or quiet.”
“I was just trying to think of an interesting story,” you defended, narrowing your eyes at the boy. “We can’t just have a basic co-workers to lovers situation, that’s boring.”
Nico laughed. “Boring?”
“Yeah!” You laughed back. “We have the chance to make up the craziest love story ever, why not take it?”
Nico shook his head. “What do you suggest then?”
“A puck was flying at your head and I saved you,” you joked. “Full on spidey sense moment, just caught the puck with my bare hands and you were lovestruck after that.”
The full belly laugh Nico let out made your smile widen. “Caught the puck?”
“Bare hands,” you nodded.
“I am sure everyone will believe that,” he teased.
“You clearly haven’t seen me in the net,” you mused. “I have insane reflexes.”
“I’ll let the team know the next time we need a goalie,” Nico retorted.
In the end, you decided to go the ‘boring’ route. It felt safer to stick with almost-truths, it prevented any possible slip up if the two of you were interrogated separately. And, much to your surprise, there was something quite fun about fabricating a fake relationship with the captain you barely knew.
…
You arrived in Charleston, South Carolina just after seven o’clock.
The address Lucy had given you was for a massive house by the beach she was renting out for the week. It was gorgeous, over three storeys high and looking like it had been plucked straight out of a postcard. The beach house was slightly secluded as well, far enough from the closest neighbours for all the main wedding party to park their cars outside with no bother.
It felt a little surreal.
You didn’t even get a chance to step out of the car before the front door swung open and Lucy came running out, squealing as she opened her arms and wrapped them around you. Your chest tightened at the closeness, at seeing one of your closest friends in person after so long of being apart.
“You’re here!” She exclaimed as she pulled back, her bright eyes finding yours with an understanding shining in them. She missed you as much as you missed her.
“And you’re getting married!” You retorted, watching as her grin—somehow—widened.
“I’m so happy you’re here,” Lucy murmured before she brought you into another hug. And you let yourself sink into the embrace, to forget everything else until your friend let out an intrigued hum. “And I’m guessing this is your plus one?”
Your eyes widened a little when you remembered Nico standing a few feet behind you and quickly pulled back, glancing back at him before turning to Lucy. Something deep in your stomach twisted at the idea of lying to your friend but there was no going back now.
“Nico, this is Lucy. Lucy, this is Nico,” you said as you gestured between each other, hesitating for a moment before continuing. “My boyfriend.”
Lucy’s shock was clear. “Boyfriend? You didn’t tell me you had a boyfriend! You just made it seem like your plus one was a friend over the phone!”
You gave her a shaky smile. “Surprise?”
Nico, seeming to somehow pick up on the way the guilt was starting to take over you, stepped in and offered his hand to your friend. “It’s a pleasure to meet you. And congratulations on the wedding. It’s an honour to be here, even just as a plus one.”
Lucy’s brows raised in surprise, her eyes briefly finding yours as she shook his hand.. “Wow, you are a…gentleman.”
“I guess I upgraded,” you joked, wincing a little when you saw her face scrunch up in guilt.
“Are you sure it’s not weird that he’s here? I know Tom wanted him here but—” But you didn’t give her a chance to continue as you shook her head, reaching out to grab her hand and squeeze softly.
“It’s fine, Luce, I promise,” you said, though you weren’t totally sure if she believed you or not. In an attempt to solidify your point, you turned back to glance at Nico with a smile. “I’ve moved on. I’m happy. And I want to be here with you to celebrate your wedding. It probably won’t even be that awkward, it’s been years since everything happened.”
Lucy nibbled on her lower lip. “You’re sure?”
“Positive,” you nodded.
“Okay,” she said before smiling. “Well, I’ll let you two settle into your room. You’re on the top floor but I can get Tom out to help with your bags. Let me go get him!”
You didn’t get a chance to say anything before Lucy ran back inside but you were hit with a sudden realisation that had you turning to face Nico, an apologetic look painted on your face.
“Oh god, I’m so sorry,” you blurted out, your cheeks warming as he gave you an inquisitive look. “She asked if I only wanted one room and I said yes because I thought I’d be with Jack and it wouldn’t be that bad, but I forgot to tell her it’s changed. We don’t have to stay here! We can get a hotel nearby or—”
“Hey,” Nico stepped forward, his hands placed on your shoulders to ground you for a moment before you started pacing. “Take a deep breath.”
You let out a shaky breath in response.
“It’s fine,” he told you, and you could hear the sincerity in his voice. “It would have been weird if we were in separate rooms anyways.”
“I can take the floor,” you suggested.
Nico shot you a look. “I’m not letting you do that.”
“But—”
Nico’s look hardened.
“Fine. No floor,” you grumbled before you flashed him a sheepish smile. “I really am sorry though. I feel like you have just been thrown into this whole thing and—”
“I wouldn’t have come if I didn’t want to be here,” Nico assured you, squeezing your shoulders before nodding towards the house. “C’mon, we should go inside and freshen up. Then you can tell me everything I need to know, starting with who Tom is and if we like him.”
And that was enough to make you snort, momentarily ignoring the problem of the one bed for now.
…
You didn’t bump into your ex until later that night.
In retrospect, you should have expected to see him sooner rather than later, but a stupid part of you was still in denial about having to spend the week with him living under the same roof as you. Another part of you was also hoping he just wouldn’t show up, that he would bail on the whole event or maybe even just show up on the day of the wedding.
But you knew that would have never been the case. Because as close as you were with Lucy was just as close he was to Tom, Lucy’s future husband. In fact, Lucy and Tom had met because of you two, because of the fusion of your friendship groups which now just felt like the biggest joke ever.
At least someone benefited out of the relationship.
You weren’t even expecting some big confrontation or horrendous outcome when you expected to bump into your ex. You were just expecting to be a little more prepared, to have time to put yourself together. You knew you would see him at dinner that night, that much was inevitable. But you thought you could at least have the upper hand by walking into the room, hand in hand with Nico.
What you weren’t expecting was to see him for the first time in years when you were waiting by the stairs for Nico (since being the gentleman he was, he had let you go refresh in the bathroom first).
“Look what the cat dragged in!”
You hated the way your body instantly tensed up at the sound of his voice. You hated the way he was smiling at you like the last time you spoke he hadn’t shattered your whole world. You hated the way you felt so caught off-guard, so unprepared for a meeting you were expecting to have the upper hand in.
“Jackson,” you managed to grit out as you gave him a strained smile. “Nice to see you again.” Lie. Lie. Lie.
“Yeah, it’s been a while, huh?” He said, so lighthearted and casual and dismissive.
You had to bite your tongue when the urge to say something a little more snarky came up, but you would hate yourself if you created a scene. You were doing this for Lucy. You were here to celebrate a momentous moment in your friend’s life. You weren’t here to get petty revenge on something that happened years ago—at least not in the form of bitter remarks.
“A couple of years or so,” you answered with a shrug of your shoulders.
“I was surprised when Lucy said you were coming,” Jackson told you.
You frowned. “Why would that be a surprise? She’s one of my best friends.”
“Yeah but,” Jackson waved his hand like that explained everything. “You haven’t visited since you left.”
And the underlying words went unspoken.
You haven’t visited since everything that happened between us. You haven’t visited since you had your heart broken. You haven’t visited so people just assumed you were still hurt and inconsolable after we broke up. I thought that was why you never came back.
“My job keeps me busy,” you stated simply, swallowing the acidic taste in the back of your throat. “Lucy knows that.”
Something quite like amusement shone in his eyes. “Ah yeah, Tom mentioned something about you working in some ice rink in New Jersey. That sounds super busy.”
You bit your tongue. He was goading you again. You knew that. But fuck, you just wished you could have—
“I would hardly call The Rock just some ice rink,” a voice spoke from behind you and you turned to find Nico settling into the spot next to you, his face remaining very…neutral.
Jackson stared at the boy, his lips agape as recognition clearly hit him. He blinked and then turned to you. “You work for the Devils?”
“Last time I checked,” you said, a twinge of satisfaction sparking inside you at his disbelief.
He puffed his chest out a little. “When Lucy said you were bringing a plus one, I didn’t think she meant a co-worker—”
“She didn’t,” Nico interrupted, a look on his face that reminded you of his post-game interviews after the team lost. Before he continued, he wrapped an arm around your waist, making sure the boy saw the movement. “I’m her boyfriend.”
“Boyfriend,” Jackson repeated.
“Yes, that is a word Americans still use, no?” Nico retorted.
“Of course, man,” Jackson said with a laugh, but it felt forced and strained. He tore his eyes away from Nico to look back at you. “Well, I should be heading back. I’ll see you two down there.”
He didn’t wait before he turned around, heading down the stairs to the dining room where the rest of the wedding party were probably starting their dinner. A few moments passed between the two of you before Nico finally broke the silence.
“So, that was your ex,” he said.
You snorted before you winced. “I was blinded by young love.”
Nico laughed at that. “I didn’t realise blondes were your type,” he admitted, something different in his voice that he couldn’t quite work out.
You rolled your eyes before you sighed. “They usually aren’t, to be honest. But Jackson was…Jackson.”
Nico seemed oddly pleased with the response.
“And he’s a hockey fan?” He questioned, his brows furrowing together like Jackson was a rival team’s game strategy he had to study. “He knew who I was.”
A slow grin spread across your face. “His family are from New York.”
Nico raised his brows before he laughed. “Islanders or Rangers?”
“Rangers,” you said with a proud look on your face.
“That’s why you originally asked Jack,” Nico mused. “You wanted to rub it in that little more.”
“You bet them in the playoffs, I just thought he would like a nice reminder,” you retorted with an innocent look.
He laughed—that full belly laugh once again—before shaking his head in amusement. Before you could say anything more, he was intertwining your hands together and starting to make his way down the stairs Jackson had disappeared down a few minutes ago.
“C’mon, they are probably waiting for us,” he said.
And honestly, you couldn’t find it in yourself to pull your hand away.
…
Dinner was uneventful, though you did enjoy watching Jackson bitterly stew from the other side of the table.
A sense of familiarity and nostalgia washed over you as you sat at the dinner table, enjoying a meal as you laughed and chatted to a group you once saw daily but now hadn’t properly seen in years. It felt so easy to slip into old dynamics, to laugh at old jokes and tease each other as Lucy and Tom were the first to take such a monumental step from the lot of you.
Nico fit in so well, it almost made your chest feel tight if you thought about it too hard. He didn’t seem to mind the countless questions thrown at him about his job and the team. If anything, you thought he was milking his answers a little just to see Jackson squirm—especially when asked about playoffs.
Eventually the day-long drive finally caught up with the two of you and you wished everyone goodbye before returning to your room on the top floor. Despite trying to play the gentleman card again, you allowed Nico to go to the bathroom first and tried not to stare too hard when he came out in a tight shirt and flannel pyjama bottoms.
It took an embarrassing few minutes to hype yourself up in the bathroom mirror before you finally headed back to the room, only to pause at the doorway when you saw Nico lying on the ground by the bed with a pillow under his head and blanket over his body.
“What are you doing?”
Nico frowned a little. “Uh, sleeping?”
“Why are you on the floor?”
His confusion growed. “Because that’s where I’m sleeping?”
“You’re not sleeping on the floor, Nico,” you sighed as you shook your head, walking into the room until you paused by his feet. “You’ll fuck up your back. Let me take the floor.”
Nico smiled softly. “My back will be fine. Take the bed, schatz.”
You ignored the way the nickname made your stomach flutter. “I’m not the one who needs to stay in good shape for hockey, captain. The fans will murder me if you can’t play because you have a stiff back. Now take the bed.”
His eyes narrowed slightly. “Would you have made Jack take the bed?”
“Yes,” you answered instantly before wincing. “Well, I probably would have shared the bed with him.”
“You would?”
“Yeah, like a sleepover,” you said with a shrug.
“Then we can do that.”
You blinked. “Huh?”
“We can share the bed like a sleepover,” Nico said as he stood up, failing to hide his groan as he stretched his back (and ignoring your pointed look). “We’re friends, right?”
You swallowed. “Yeah.”
“Then we can share,” Nico said simply. “Either you take the bed alone or we share. It’s your choice.”
“We may be friends but I am also doing this because the fans scare me and I don’t want to know what they would do to be if I broke their captain’s back,” you said with a pointed look before you climbed into the bed, ignoring the way your heart was thumping as he settled on the other side.
Nico huffed out a laugh. “I wouldn’t let them hurt you.”
You rolled onto your side to look at him, your eyes narrowing slightly. “You better not move to the floor when I fall asleep, Hischier.”
Much to his dismay, he blushed at your words. “I wasn’t planning on it.”
“You’re a terrible liar.”
“I know.”
You let out a sigh, allowing yourself to stare at the boy for a little while longer before you rolled over to fall asleep.
“Thank you for helping me,” you whispered.
Nico’s soft smile returned. “It’s what friends do.”
“Goodnight, Nico.”
“Goodnight, schatz.”
…
It took a solid thirty seconds after you woke up to realise you were practically lying on top of Nico Hischier.
As your body started to wake up, you realised how warm and comfortable you were. You snuggled further into your pillow, into the warmth and hoped your body would just fall asleep for a little longer.
It took longer than it should have to remember that pillows weren’t warm before you opened your eyes and found yourself settled on Nico, your legs tangled together and one of his arms loosely wrapped around your waist.
You didn’t give yourself a chance to live out a waking nightmare and risk waiting for him to wake up in the next ten seconds, so you pulled yourself away from him and then hid in the bathroom for fifteen minutes freaking out.
By the time you came out, Nico was awake and sat up against the headboard. His hair was ruffled and dishevelled, his eyes still hooded and a sleepy smile on his lips that made you want to turn on your heels and have another bathroom freakout.
Instead, you smiled back and told him the two of you had to be outside in the next hour for the brunch Lucy had planned before both wedding parties went off to do their last fittings.
Thankfully, no more bathroom freakouts were required.
The brunch Lucy had set up looked like something straight out of a Pinterest aesthetic board. It was set in the house’s back porch with a stunning view of the beach and morning sun beating down on the sea. The table was set with plates of pastries, fruits and other brunch dishes, all topped with the morning mimosas Lucy demanded was a part of the experience.
Nico barely gave you a chance to settle down in your seat before his hand reached for the leg of your chair, dragging you closer to him until his arm could settle along the back of your chair comfortably. From the corner of your eye, you could see Jackson watching the two of you. Nico had noticed too.
If anything, it just made him smirk.
One by one, everyone had made their way from their rooms to settle down at the brunch table like you all had done the night before. However, unlike yesterday, you noted an empty seat next to Jackon that hadn’t been beside him last night.
Before you could even ask, a high-pitched voice shrilled from inside.
“I’m here! I’m here! I promise I’m not late.”
You turned to look at Lucy, your eyes widening in response but your friend only mouthed an apology before she turned to the door just in time for a redhead to wander out onto the porch.
“Bryce! Happy to finally have you here!”
You watched the two of them hug but your whole body had locked up, an unwanted flurry of memories washing over you. And just like that, it felt like another situation in which you should have been prepared for but didn’t get the chance to. Another rug pulled from under your feet.
“What’s wrong?”
You could feel him lean closer, hear the concern in his voice. And yet, you couldn’t tear your eyes away from the redhead talking to Lucy a few feet away.
You knew. You knew Jackson had a plus one, it was the whole fucking reason you showed up with one of your own because you didn’t want to look like the loser who hadn’t moved on. You had been warned that he was bringing someone else.
You just never assumed it would be her.
“That’s the girl my ex cheated on me with,” you managed to mumble under your breath to Nico, managed to finally turn your head to look at him.
His expression was some mix of surprise and anger and, honestly, you would have laughed at the seriousness on his face if it weren’t for the fact you felt the exact same. You didn’t care about your ex and you had moved on, but it was still a bitter sting to know he was still with the woman he cheated on you with all those years ago.
You tried to relax your shoulders and act as unaffected as you could as Bryce rounded the table to take the seat next to Jackson—the seat across from you. But any hopes of the brunch going as smoothly as the dinner yesterday went out the window when her eyes landed on you.
“Oh my god,” Bryce let out a laugh and smiled at you, a smile you were sure was meant to be friendly but just made your skin prickle. “I didn’t know you would be here! Luce didn’t tell me.”
Luce. That was your nickname for her, not Bryce’s.
“I guess we are both surprised then,” you replied with a strained smile.
Nico couldn't help but snort, not even trying to hide his reaction.
Her eyes snapped over to him, calculating. “And this must be your plus one. Your friend?”
“Boyfriend, actually,” you corrected.
“Hm, how sweet.”
You still felt on edge as the brunch continued. Nico’s arm around the back of your seat was a comfort but it didn’t help the fact Bryce’s gaze on you felt like daggers against your skin. You ignored both her and Jackson for the most part, listening to the stories exchanged amongst the group and Lucy raving about the final dress fitting later that day. It was easy to zone out until the conversation seemed to focus back onto you and the boy by your side.
“So,” Lucy grinned as she glanced between you and Nico. “What’s the story? How did you meet? When did it happen? I want details, I can’t believe you’ve been holding back on me!”
You flashed her an apologetic look. “You were busy with the wedding, I didn’t want to bother you.”
“Well, you can tell me now,” she retorted with a wink.
“It’s really not that interesting,” you said, shifting in your seat when you felt everyone’s eyes on you. As much as you joked about having an insane love story, the idea of even saying the boring one right now with everyone’s attention directed on you made your skin prickle with discomfort.
But even if everyone else was oblivious, Nico wasn’t.
“To her, maybe,” he spoke up and everyone’s focus shifted to him, even your own. But he was used to this. He was used to many eyes on him and attention directed towards him. “I still get teased about it by the boys.”
Lucy’s smile softened. “Really?”
“Oh yeah,” Nico laughed, his eyes briefly looking at you before his gaze returned to your friend. “I had a huge crush on her when she joined the team. Like, embarrassingly huge. Jack used to tease me all the time on how I seemed to forget how to speak English around her.”
Your stomach dipped and, for a quick second, you almost believed him with everyone else.
“She always did play a little hard to get,” Jackson mused and something visibly changed in Nico’s expression.
“And she was worth every second of it,” Nico retorted, the same camera-approved smile he gave the journalists during interviews. “Unlike some people though, I have no plan to lose her.”
Jackson clenched his jaw.
“How long have you been together then?” Bryce jumped in, her narrowed gaze glancing between you both.
“A few months,” you and Nico replied at the same time.
Bryce’s eyes gleamed. “And how long is a few months?”
“Six,” Nico answered simply before he turned to smile at you. “Best six months of my life.”
Your face warmed in response. “He’s a little cheesy.”
“You mean romantic,” Lucy teased, but there was something approving in her expression. It warmed your heart a little at the idea that she would have approved of Nico if he really was your boyfriend. “She isn’t used to that.”
Jackson stiffened.
Nico’s grin widened and before you could even realise what he was doing, he was taking your hand in his and placing a kiss along your knuckles. “I’m honoured to be the one to spoil her, then.”
Thankfully, Jackson and Bryce didn’t say much for the rest of the meal.
…
You felt like you were in an odd routine over the next few days, but you found that you actually quite enjoyed it.
The wedding frenzy was in full effect but there was something grounding about having Nico by your side for it all.
Every morning, you woke up first and found yourself tangled in bed with the boy. It also meant the bathroom freakouts had become a part of your routine, but it was worth it to wake up and enjoy the warmth of Nico Hischier’s hold for a few minutes. You two would end up lounging in your shared room, just trying to fully wake up before Lucy dragged you into last minute wedding nonsense.
But even at night, you found yourself settled into a routine with the boy. He would go first to the bathroom and you’d go second, and then the two of you would be settled against the headboard, rambling away until one of you yawned and the other one turned the lights off for the night.
It almost made you laugh that there was ever a time you were intimidated by the captain—even when that time was just last week.
And yet, for the first time since you arrived in Charleston, there was nothing for you to do. The rehearsal dinner was tomorrow, the wedding was the following day and it was like you were facing the calm before the storm took over your lives. And it was the first time you could all enjoy the beach without a deadline looking over your head.
“C’mon, it will be fun!”
Lucy snorted. “For you, maybe.”
Tom grinned down at his future wife, lightly tugging on her hand but she remained sat on the deck chair. “It’s just a friendly game of soccer. Boys versus girls. Come on.”
“Football,” Nico corrected under his breath, making you snort.
“That is hardly fair,” Lucy argued. “You’ll have a professional athlete on your side!”
“Nico is a hockey player!” Tom retorted.
“Same thing,” Lucy waved off and Nico’s expression was enough for you to snort again. “Fine, we play but with mixed teams.”
Tom contemplated for a moment before agreeing. “Deal.”
“And I get Nico on my team,” she added, watching in delight as her fiance gaped.
“But—” He paused, lifting his head to find your gaze. “You’re on my team then.”
“She’s my best friend!”
“You took the athlete, I get your best friend. That’s the deal.”
“Do we get a choice in this?” Nico murmured to you and you just laughed, shaking your head.
After more arguing and bickering and negotiating between the future married couple, the teams had been decided. Goals had been marked in the sand, a ball had been acquired and the game began. It was stupid and harmless and it was meant as nothing more than a little fun.
But Tom and Lucy were more competitive than they let on. And it certainly didn’t help the fact Jackson seemed to have it out for your boyfriend before the match even began.
“Think you can handle tackling your boyfriend?” Jackson asked you.
“I don’t think it concerns you how well I handle him,” you retorted, feeling the weight of Nico’s gaze on you from across the makeshift pitch like a comfort.
“He doesn't seem like your type,” Jackson continued, always sticking close enough so he could keep talking.
“My type is none of your business,” you stated bluntly.
“I mean, a jock? Really?” Jackson shrugged. “Just didn’t think you went for the airhead.”
You snorted, unable to help yourself. “Funny, I was thinking the same thing when I considered what I saw in you.”
He huffed. “You—”
“Don’t want to continue this conversation, Jackson,” you shot him a look. “I’m happy with Nico. I don’t care what you have to say about it. I’m here for Lucy, not you. Don’t get it twisted.”
“You’ll never have what we had with Nico,” he said.
“One can only hope.”
…
You were stupid to think Nico wouldn’t be competitive in a friendly game. He was a professional athlete. It was literally written in his DNA.
And honestly? You felt bad for anyone who played against the Devils because you couldn’t imagine how intense Nico was to play against in a proper game when this was how seriously he was taking a stupid football match that meant nothing.
“NEXT GOAL WINS THE GAME!”
The group had been playing for the last hour, the game was tied and you knew that you would have to head back into the house for lunch soon. But neither team wanted to leave the game until there was a clear winner.
Any semblance of friendliness went out the window as the last leg of the game continued. You weren’t too bothered, more than happy to watch Tom and Lucy mostly fight over the ball and constantly try to tackle each other.
But your stomach dipped a little when you saw Lucy kick the ball back to Nico. And the feeling only got worse when you saw Jackson making a beeline towards the boy, determined to tackle it out of his hold. Before you even knew it, you and the rest of the party were watching the two boys race down the makeshift pitch.
However, no matter how hard he tried, Jackson could never match Nico’s speed.
You watched as he kicked the ball, right through the makeshift goal that had been created in the sand. The group broke out into a mix of groans and cheers alike, people clapping and whooping as Nico ran back towards you with a massive grin on his face.
You barely had a chance to react before he was right in front of you, crouching down enough for his arms to wrap around your thighs before he hoisted you over his shoulders.
“Nico!” You let out a noise mixed between a scream and laugh.
“We won, baby!” He cheered and your cheeks burned at the nickname.
Your hands tried to hold onto him for balance but a part of you knew he would never drop you. You patted his back and Nico seemed to catch the hint as he slowly dropped your back to the ground, though his arms remained wrapped around you to keep you close.
“You won,” you corrected. “We are on different teams, remember?”
Nico shrugged. “My win is your win.”
You snorted. “That was cheesy.”
“Didn’t like it?” He teased, and your cheeks burned warmer.
“You make it work,” you admitted, the band around your chest tightening when you saw his face brighten at your words.
“Yeah?”
For a moment, you forgot that you were surrounded by people. For a moment, it was just you and Nico stood on this beach, smiling and laughing and alone. For a moment, you could have sworn his eyes dipped down to your mouth. For a moment, you thought he was going to kiss you.
A big part of you wished he did.
“C’MON, LOVEBIRDS! LUNCH IS READY!”
You blinked, tearing your eyes away from the boy right in front of you and instead turned to look at the others. Some of the group were already making their way back to the house, but a few lingered on the beach. Lucy was grinning at you like a madman with Tom looking equally as happy. However, it was hard to focus on them when Jackson stood a few feet away, glaring at you and Nico.
You cleared your throat, hoping your smile seemed normal as you turned to Nico. “Ready for lunch?”
“Hm,” Nico hummed, looking like he wanted to say more but ultimately just nodding. “Yeah, I’m starving.”
“Scoring the winning goal really does knock you on your ass, huh?” You joked.
Nico just laughed, throwing his arm around you before the two of you began to make your way back to the house. “Running in sand is much harder than skating.”
“Didn’t stop you from achieving the win.”
“I’m a winner, baby,” Nico grinned. “I don’t like losing.”
…
The football game had sucked the energy out of most of the group, so it was no surprise everyone started to head to bed before the clock had even reached ten.
You were dragging your feet as you followed Nico to your shared room, doing everything in your ability to stay awake as he went into the bathroom first. Every one of your moves felt lethargic and sluggish and you wanted nothing more than to curl up under the duvet to sleep forever.
It was like a cruel joke from the universe that the second your head hit the pillow, you couldn’t fall asleep. And it took a solid ten minutes of twisting and turning before Nico spoke up.
“Are you okay?”
You froze before letting out a heavy sigh, settled on your back as you stared blankly into the dark room. “Just can’t sleep.” There was a pause. “Sorry if I woke you up.”
“I wasn’t asleep yet.” he assured you before he shuffled in his spot until he was facing you, even if he couldn’t really see you in the dark. “Do you want to talk about it?”
Your lips twitched upwards and maybe it was the exhaustion, but you couldn’t even stop yourself from letting out a laugh that echoed through the room.
Nico let out a noise of amusement. “What?”
You shook your head, feeling oddly giddy as you spoke. “Nothing, it’s just,” you paused for a few seconds. “I just remembered Jack telling me how the team joked that you took on the role of the therapist before you became captain. That after bad games, you went out of your way to ask them how they were doing and being the shoulder they needed to cry on.”
Nico frowned a little. “Is that a bad thing?”
“Not at all,” you answered as you turned to look at him, imagining the features on his face even if you couldn’t see him. “It’s just funny that I knew what you were like this whole time but still…it took me experiencing you to realise how stupid I was.”
His confusion grew. “Stupid for what?”
“For thinking you were scary,” you admitted in a whisper.
Nico didn’t say anything before he let out a laugh. “You thought I was scary?”
“Well, not scary,” you corrected, but you couldn’t help but laugh with him. “Just…intimidating.”
“Is that why you never spoke to me?”
“I spoke to you,” you argued.
“Hardly,” Nico mused. “I don’t think we had a proper conversation until you had almost been with the team for a year. I had to ask Jack if I had done something to piss you off because you seemed to get on with everyone else but me.”
You couldn’t hide your surprise. “You asked Jack?”
“I wanted to apologise if I had done something I didn’t realise upset you,” he confessed, and something in your chest tightened at the thought.
“Oh god,” you murmured, letting out a groan as you raised your hands to cover your face. “Now I feel like even more of a dick.”
Nico huffed out a laugh before he reached over, his palm warm and comforting as it rested on your arm. “It’s fine. We are friends now, right?”
You sighed. “Yeah but—”
“Hey, don’t feel too bad about it, okay? We were both being stupid,” Nico’s words washed over you, his thumb gently rubbing soothing circles on your skin. “And without that, you could have been here with Jack or someone else instead and I would have missed out on a pretty fun week.”
“You’re having fun?”
“Of course I am. I’m here with you,” he murmured, voice thick and full of sincerity. It made your heart race in your chest to the point you almost swore he could hear it. “Plus, it’s pretty funny seeing how pathetic your ex-boyfriend is.”
You snorted. “Not my finest decision in life.”
“As much as I wish you never experienced that kind of pain, I’m glad it happened,” Nico whispered, his hand lightly squeezing your arm. “It meant you moved to New Jersey. It meant that I—that the whole team got to meet you.”
Your cheeks burned but you smiled, even if he couldn’t see it. You placed a hand over his and squeezed back. “I’m glad I met you too. All of you.”
“Bet you wouldn’t have had this heart-to-heart with Jack, huh?”
You let out a breathless laugh. “No, he probably would have fallen asleep before I even left the bathroom.”
Nico laughed but didn’t disagree.
You don’t remember exactly at what point you fell asleep that night, but you spent a little longer in his arms the next morning.
It was a risk but you had lost time to make up for with Nico Hischier, even if it meant making up those moments tangled in bed with him.
…
The rehearsal dinner was where everything really hit you.
It had been running smoothly, though you expected nothing less from Lucy. You knew she probably had the day planned down to the minute, and even if the plan deviated, she would have five back up plans that were ready to go. It was just the kind of person she was.
It was held outside on the beach, the slowly setting sun casting the skies orange and pink over the venue. The tables were set to perfection, the fairy lights decorated across the borders and you had truly never seen anyone happier than Lucy and Tom in that moment. Your heart soared at the idea of the two most deserving people finding the happiness they earned.
It was gorgeous. It was perfect. It was the last fucking time and place you should have been hit with the fact that you were maybe, kinda, most definitely falling in love with Nico Hischier.
Lucy had just wanted a calm, laid back rehearsal dinner. The wedding party was just meant to practise walking in and out, before eventually sitting down to enjoy the nice meal set for the occasion. It was nothing intense, nothing high-stress or extreme.
It was meant to be fine.
And it was, all things considered. Everything ran smoothly, everyone stood where they were meant to stand and there wasn’t a doubt in anyone’s head that the wedding itself would run smoothly.
But it didn’t feel fine in your head.
You had taken your place in the line of bridesmaids, waiting for your cue to start walking down the makeshift aisle. You had stepped out right on beat, you kept your gaze forward, you stood on your marked spot and then you turned to wait for Lucy to make her way down the aisle.
Except your eyes shifted away from the bride and found Nico’s gaze.
He should have turned his head to look at the approaching bride-to-be like everyone else was. He should have been watching the ceremony, enjoying the love shared between the happy couple you were all here to celebrate. He should have been looking the other way.
But he was looking at you.
He was looking at you with a soft smile—one that only widened the second he realised you were looking right back. The skin around his eyes crinkled with his smile, his chain was peeking out the open collar shirt and the soft breeze was making strands of his hair flutter down onto his forehead and—
Fuck.
You were falling for Nico Hischier.
The realisation hit you hard and fast, it almost felt like you were winded by the thought. It was a small blessing that everyone was focused on Lucy, that they were far too preoccupied to watch the way you stumbled slightly in your spot at the weight of your sudden realisation.
Well, everyone except Nico.
He frowned a little, a crease forming between the brows and you could see the concern in his eyes even with the large distance between you. You could see the way he tilted his head slightly, the silent question hanging between you as you just flashed him a small smile and nodded your head.
You had to tear your eyes away from him before your lungs caved in or your heart burst out of your chest. You had to force yourself to remember to smile and focus on the rehearsal dinner. You had to force yourself to remain normal.
Because he was Nico Hischier.
He was captain of the New Jersey Devils. He was your colleague. He was your newly-made friend. He was here doing a favour after Jack practically threw him in the deep-end. He wasn’t here to witness your sudden and mind-boggling realisations.
So, when the dinner was starting to be served and he found your side again, you didn’t hesitate to lie through your teeth.
“I’m okay,” you told him, a kind smile on your face that you hoped was believable. “Trust me, Nico, I’m fine. Just got a little dizzy, must have low blood sugar or something.”
Because you were here for your friend’s wedding. And he was here to help you out.
There was no place for your newfound feelings.
…
To absolutely nobody’s shock, the wedding went through without a single hitch.
The ceremony ran through smoothly with pretty vows and sweet kisses exchanged between the newly married couple. As the reception rolled around, speeches were given, laughs were shared and dinner was served as the guests all enjoyed the union of Lucy and Tom and their love.
It was sweet. It was perfect. It was everything your best friend deserved for her wedding.
It didn’t take long after the dinner for the first dance to commence, a soft smile in place as you watched Tom and Lucy softly sway to their chosen song. They looked lost in their own world, so caught up in each other like they forgot everyone else existed.
A pang of longing hit you but you shoved it away.
It was somewhere between your third and fourth glass of wine when Lucy found you, dragging you towards the dance floor with some halfhearted rambles about wanting to get pictures of all the bridesmaids and groomsmen dancing before you all got shit-faced drunk.
It was your unfortunate luck that the photographer paired you with Jackson before you had the chance to disagree, to escape the way Bryce was glaring at you like you had chosen him.
“She isn’t you.”
You tried to keep your eyes anywhere but his face, to try and focus on something other than his hands on your waist. You thought you could zone out and that maybe the song would pass quickly, but the universe had other plans for you.
“It’s not like how it was when I was with you,” Jackson continued.
“What do you genuinely think this conversation is going to achieve?” You asked him, gaining the courage to lift your head to look him in the eyes. You kept your voice down to avoid attention, to avoid creating a scene. “We’re done. We were done years ago when you chose to throw our relationship down the drain. I’ve moved on, you should too.”
Jackson shot you a look. “Tell me you haven’t felt it this week. Tell me you don’t feel the pull—”
“I don’t,” you stated bluntly. “And I have no interest in what you’ve felt this week. I don’t care.”
He frowned. “Because of your lil’ hockey player?”
“Little isn’t the word I’d use to describe him but no,” you answered honestly. “Not because of him but because of you. You ruined things, Jackson, and I moved on with my life. Accept that.”
Jackon’s frown only deepend. He opened his mouth and you could only imagine what he was going to say, could only imagine what bullshit he was about to pull out of his ass. But before he got the chance, a firm hand landed on his shoulder to halt his movements.
“Mind if I cut in?”
Jackson glanced over his shoulder to see Nico standing there, smiling like nothing was wrong, like he wouldn’t happily put Jackson in his place if he disagreed. And maybe your words got through to him or maybe Jackson accepted it was not worth arguing with a man over fifty pounds heavier and four inches taller than him.
He turned to look at you, saying nothing as his jaw clenched in response before he wandered off.
Nico hardly wasted any time in taking up Jackson’s spot, one arm wound around your waist and tugging you close whilst the other intertwined with your hand. He looked down at you, eyes full of concern, fondness and something else as he noted how tense you were.
“You okay?” His voice soft and quiet but, fuck, it was exactly what you needed to hear. “He didn’t say anything, right? Because I can—”
“I handled it,” you assured him with a soft smile, squeezing his hand to punctuate your point. “But thank you for being my knight in shining armour.”
“Selfishly, I wanted to do it the second the dance started,” Nico admitted, and if he hadn’t been drinking all night, you would have assumed the pink flush to his cheeks was a blush. “I mean, you’re my date after all. Surely first pick dancing rights go to me, no?”
You laughed, shaking your head. “First pick in the draft, now in dancing…you’re quite the man, Hischier.”
“I’m consistent,” he retorted, tugging you that little bit closer until you had the excuse to rest your head against his chest.
And for a moment, with your cheek pressed against his shirt and his presence engulfing, you let yourself pretend this moment would last forever. You let yourself enjoy the last day Nico Hischier would pretend to be your boyfriend and imagined a world where it wasn’t really pretend at all.
…
Lucy wasn’t happy that you had to leave early the next morning, but she understood that both of you had to return to New Jersey.
It was dreadfully early—far too fucking early with how late you stayed up the night before—to start an eleven hour road trip, but Nico had just smiled and told you to nap the first few hours whilst he drove the first stint of the journey.
You knew he was right, that you should have rested and gotten a little sleep but you couldn’t bring yourself to stay asleep for long. You felt like you were wasting time, you were wasting precious hours in this little bubble you had created with Nico that would burst by the time you both returned to Newark.
So, you did what every normal and sane person did and stocked up on coffee and energy drinks at the next service station stop to keep you fuelled through the drive.
It was no different to the drive down to Charleston except for a shift in the energy. It was easier, in a sense. On the way down, Nico was essentially a glorified stranger to you that you had only shared a number of conversations with. But it felt different now, it felt like you actually knew the boy in the seat beside you.
And it was bittersweet in that sense, too.
Because you loved this. You loved how easy it was to talk to him. You loved how you got to see the side of Nico Hischier that enamoured the fans, the team and the league. You loved that you got your own special version of him in the last week. And you didn’t want to lose that, you didn’t know if you would ever see this version of Nico again once you reached New Jersey.
And as the hours passed and the closer you reached your destination, it felt like Nico realised the same. The car was tense and thick with tension, one that went unspoken but reeked of longing and the desire to cling onto the bubble the two of you created over the last week.
It was there, lingering and stewing and, yet, neither of you said anything about it once you reached your apartment complex.
“Thank you,” you said for what felt like the millionth time that weekend, but it was necessary. It had to be said. It meant so much more.
Thank you for coming with me this weekend. Thank you for backing me up. Thank you for being a good friend. Thank you for showing me who you really are even if it’s going to fuck with my head for the rest of my life. Thank you for being you.
“Any time,” he said, the words just as heavy as yours. You wish you knew what he meant by them. “Do you need help with your bags? I can—”
“I’ve got them,” you assured him.
His brows furrowed together. “Are you sure? I—”
“I’m sure,” you said, clearing your throat and finding the courage to finally look at him. You pushed away the stupidest and strangest urge to cry. “Well, see you on Monday then?”
Nico frowned a little but nodded. “See you Monday.”
It felt harsh being so blunt, so straightforward and direct. But you knew you needed to get out of that car as quickly as you could. Because you had spent the last week with Nico by your side the whole time, basked in the warmth of him as a person, and you knew all it would take was a few more moments alone with him for you to blurt out something stupid.
You knew you needed to get out of there and just be alone. To lock yourself in your apartment over the next twenty-four hours before you had to return to work, to attempt to wrap your head around the flurry of emotions bursting inside of you. You knew you needed to get behind that door before you had the urge to run back down to his car.
You couldn’t even bring yourself to look back at his car, to see if he drove off, as you reached the door of your apartment complex. You forced yourself to keep your gaze ahead, to put one foot in front of the other until you reached your apartment. You felt your body moving on autopilot as you unlocked the door, stepped inside and dumped the bags you had dragged up.
And then, the overwhelming realisation and memories of the last few days washed over you.
Fuck. You were in love with him. You were properly in love with him. You were going to have to go into work on Monday and see him there and pretend everything is normal. You are going to have to pretend for the rest of your life or until your feelings go away. You were going to—
KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK!
You paused, the heel of your palm pressed to the centre of your chest as you tried to regulate your breaths. You had half the mind to ignore the knocks, to hope the person on the other side of the door just left you alone so you could curl up onto your couch with a fluffy blanket and a tub of ice cream.
KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK!
But you had a nagging feeling this person wouldn’t leave.
You avoided the mirror in your hallway as you headed back towards your front door, twisting the handle and pulling the door back with the full expectation of seeing one of your neighbours on the other side.
Instead, it was a panting and breathless Nico.
“Nico?”
“I can’t pretend anymore,” he blurted out, beyond the point of caring whether he was too blunt or straightforward. “I can’t pretend because I have spent the last few years pretending and I’m tired of it.”
Your brows furrowed together. “What are you—”
“I wasn’t lying when I told your friends,” Nico continued, his eyes never leaving yours. It was almost like he was afraid to look away. It was like he was scared you would disappear if he did, or he would lose the confidence he had to say what he had been feeling since he first saw you. “I had the biggest crush on you when you joined the team years ago.”
Your lips parted in surprise, but no words came out. No words were needed as Nico continued.
“And Jack knew. Everyone fucking knew how I felt about you,” he admitted with a laugh, one that was a little dry and self-depricating. “They knew how I felt about you before you even spoke to me. And then Jack saw the opportunity and he tried to help me but it just made everything worse.”
Your heart twisted at his words.
“Because it showed me what life would be like if I was actually yours,” Nico whispered, voice cracking and emotions raw. “It showed me what it would be like for you to hold my hand and call me your boyfriend and introduce me to your friends like I’m this huge part of your life. And now it fucking sucks that it’s not true, that it’s over. And I can’t just keep going on in life and seeing you at work on Monday and acting like I’m still okay with pretending—”
You kissed him.
He was standing at your doorstep confessing a million different things at once, confessing things that had your head spinning and your brain racing to catch up with. But he was standing there and he felt the same way and you just couldn’t help yourself but to grab his face and kiss him.
Nico sunk into the kiss like it was what his body was made for, like an instinctive reaction to grip your hips and pull you closer. Your arms slowly wound around his neck, tugging him down to deepen the kiss as every racing thought in your head stopped and there was just him, him, him.
“I don’t want to pretend either,” you murmured against his lips because you genuinely didn’t have it within you to pull away properly, to put any more distance between you.
You could feel him smile against your lips. “No?”
“No,” you swallowed harshly as you lightly nudged his nose with your own. “I don’t want to go back to the way everything was before the wedding. I don’t want you to become a stranger in my life.”
“Never, schatz,” he murmured softly before leaning down to press his lips against yours again, slow and purposeful.
You let him slowly lead you back into your apartment, listened to the way he kicked the door shut with his boot as he led you towards the coach in your living room. You could feel his smile against your own as you fell back onto the cushions, his body a comfortable and familiar weight on you as memories of your mornings together flashed through your mind.
“Oh god.”
Nico pulled back, holding his weight on his elbows as he looked down at you with a frown. “What?”
“Jack is going to be so fucking smug,” you grumbled, playfully groaning whilst the boy on top of you just laughed.
“You’re something else,” Nico murmured with a grin.
You raised your brows. “Good something?”
“Best something,” Nico corrected before he leaned down to kiss you again.
.
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