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Can I have prompts 15, 34, and 69 with early 2000's Edge plss where she is scared to be in love with them because of trust issues but sweet smut unfolds as they let the feelings out between them?
15: “I’m so scared…of you”
34: “shh it’s okay, I’m here now”
69: having your first time in bed with each other
Tag: @judgementdaysunshine
Word count: 2058
Warnings: mild swearing
Fic type: fluff and smut
Link to masterlist
Reader will be a wrestler, 2001. Will use Adam’s name. Feels silly saying Edge in this context. Christian will just be called Christian as using his real name doesn’t feel right for fics!
Being at large events was always difficult for you. Even if you did know most of the people there. You were still relatively new, only having been there for about three years about the same time as your friends, Adam and Christian. The three of you didn’t go in together. You had met them on your first day actually and hit it off with them immediately. They always had your back both within matches, and backstage. Being quiet made you an easy target for certain wrestlers to pick on you; they’d pull pranks (sometimes cruel ones) on you, be rough with you in the ring. It wasn’t the best time to be a wrestler but you weren’t about to quit. Plus, the two boys would back you up and protect you as much as possible, alongside two other friends, Jeff and Matt Hardy.
The event in question was an after party, following a successful episode of Smackdown. You hung around Adam and Christian who were talking with Kurt Angle and a few others, sticking closely to Adam’s side, while they chatted with other wrestlers. It wasn’t something you admitted to anyone just yet, but you had found yourself with feelings for Adam. There was something about how protective he was over you that just made your heart swoon and your body feel so…safe? Was that the feeling? It was hard to come to terms with how you felt. So many times had you been let down or betrayed by your previous partner that you didn’t know if you could go through with another relationship again. He had broken you in more ways than you’d let on to anyone. The idea of dedicating yourself to someone or letting someone into your heart terrified you.
“We should probably get going!” Adam nudged you, hoping you’d agree. He was enjoying the socialisation but in reality, he felt more comfortable in the idea of heading back to the hotel room you two shared. Saving as much money as possible was at the top of both of your lists so you had agreed to share with him. Tonight would be your first night alone with him, and a big part of you was scared. You nodded, agreeing that it was time.
“I’m going to stay a bit longer,” Christian said, giving you both a quick hug, “but I’ll see you guys later on!”
Exchanging goodbyes with the group, you both headed out to the car park to get a taxi back. Adam left the keys with Christian so he could drive back.
“I think…I might just shower and then sleep when we get back.” You told Adam in the car, sitting a seat away from him in the back, leaving the middle seat free.
“Oh. I was thinking we could watch a film but…yeah sure, if you’re tired, do what you like!” He replied, smiling weakly.
It was a strange response, you had thought. A part of you thought that maybe he was hoping for something more but you didn’t want to jump to conclusions. The rest of the ride was quiet, relaxed. Watching him from the corner of your eye, you made a mental note of the outline of his face from the side. There was no denying that he was gorgeous. With the way his long hair framed his face, the little point at the end of his nose. And his body! His arms were strong yet soft to the touch, very welcoming. Perhaps that’s why she always felt so safe? It definitely was his kindness that helped too. You didn’t realise that you had turned your head to get a better look at him, staring with a sparkle in your eyes. He turned to look at you with a smile and pink cheeks, winking slightly. You quickly looked away in embarrassment of being caught staring, hearing him chuckle at your reaction.
After arriving at the hotel, you both made your way up to the room and you rushed in the bathroom to get to the shower to wash away the naughty thoughts that began to cloud your mind. You got undressed with haste and stood under the warm running water, trying to clear your mind. It was getting harder to hide your feelings and anxiety built up in your chest over that fact. You were terrified of a repeat of last time. Deep down you knew he was different but still. What if he secretly was a terrible man? What if he was secretly just as horrible but was fantastic at hiding it? The thought was too horrible to imagine so you tried to ignore it, washing your body and your hair, imagining you were scrubbing that idea away.
Not spending long in there, you dried off and climbed into clothes that you had left folded in there before you left, ready for your evening shower. You looked into the mirror and took a deep breath, calming yourself so Adam wouldn’t ask any questions. You left the bathroom and made your way over to the desk where your hairdryer was ready for you. Except it wasn’t just that there waiting. Adam stood, holding your brush and motioning for you to sit down.
“I know you’re tired but I can…do this for you if you like?” He smiled sheepishly.
Returning the smile, you sat down in front of him. As he began you felt your cheeks and your body become warm with appreciation, the naughty thoughts coming back. He was so concentrated on making sure your hair was fully dry and brushed that he didn’t even notice you staring this time. After about 15 to 20 minutes, he shut the dryer off, just pulling the brush gently through your smooth and shiny hair.
“Can I ask you a question?” He asked, finally looking up at the mirror to make eye contact with you. Adam noticed the nervous look that suddenly crossed your face, and he took a second to squeeze your shoulder to assure you that it was okay. Swallowing hard, you nodded.
“Um…are we just…friends? Or is there something else that you want to try?” He asked, his voice quiet and soft. You felt your throat run dry as the words settled in your brain. He decided to continue on with something that probably shouldn’t have shocked you all that much but it still did regardless.
“Because I don’t know about you but…I definitely have. Feelings. For you.”
You didn’t know what to say. Well, you did, but you were scared of saying it. Your silence scared Adam as he stood there still looking at you, waiting for you to just say something. Anything.
It felt like an eternity before you opened your mouth to speak to him.
“Adam…I’m not going to lie to you because I appreciate you and…what you do for me.” You started with a deep breath. It wasn’t fair to lie to him on how you felt nor was it fair to not tell him why you were afraid of it.
“I’m so scared…of you-“
“Of me? Why?” He interrupted, the shock breaking his heart in two.
“Let me finish, please.” You begged.
He became silent, placing both hands on your shoulders, letting he brush fall to the floor with a dull thud.
“It’s not…really you. It’s the idea of you, and liking you. I want to let you in but I’m scared of what will happen if I do. The last person I let into my heart treated me terribly. I know you’re not that guy but I don’t know if I can let myself trust someone again. I am so terrified that…it will happen again.”
You felt the tears well up in your eyes, sliding down your cheeks rapidly. Just admitting why you were afraid of love somehow felt worse than keeping it secret. It was the shame of talking about it out loud, and now crying about it. Let alone someone who had just admitted they had feelings for you!
You felt his arms wrap around your shoulders and his cheek rest on the crown of your head, Adam gently whispering ‘shhh’.
“I’m sorry,” you choked out, “I-I know I’m a mess right now and this isn’t what you want to see and I’m sorry I-“
“Shh it’s okay, I’m here now.” He muttered, rocking you side to side.
“I don’t know exactly what happened before in your last relationship,” he gently pulled on your arm to turn you around on the chair to face him, “but I am not him, okay? I need you to understand that. I can love you so much more. In the way you deserve. You just need to let me in to do that.”
He cupped your face, wiping tears away with his thumbs. You both stayed there, gazing into each other's eyes for god knows how long before you both leant towards each other to share a kiss. When your lips met in the middle, your body rushed with tingles as the familiar sensation came back. You hadn’t realised how much you missed kissing!
It wasn’t long before you were standing up in his arms as he led you to the bed, lips still interlocked as you both removed each other's clothes. You both mumbled sweet nothings into each other's soft lips as he pulled your legs apart, aligning himself with your wet and ready entrance.
“Are you ready, baby girl?” He asked, stopping to look at you. You nodded, throwing your arms around his neck as he slowly slid in, keeping his eyes on your face the entire time.
“Tell me if it hurts or if it’s too much. We can stop if you need it.” He reassured, kissing your cheek once he was all the way in. Adam stayed unmoving for a moment to allow you to get used to the feeling of him inside you, not wanting you to be in pain. After signalling to him that it was okay, he began to thrust, being slow and gentle. He buried his face in your neck as the pleasure and your warmth took over his body.
“Faster, please!” You called out to him, gripping his shoulders as the feeling of pleasure overtook your body. Adam picked up the pace while still not hitting too hard, groaning against your skin.
“You’re so gorgeous,” He muttered, littering your skin with small wet kisses as his hands caressed your soft body, “God, I’m so glad I told you…how I feel.”
Just hearing him speak those words sent your heart flying. You had completely forgotten what it felt like to be praised in this way. And to have it from Adam just made it that much sweeter. Already you felt yourself getting close to the finish line, him following behind closely. Wrapping your legs around his waist, you moaned out his name as you drew closer and closer.
“Let it out for me, baby.” He whispered, his lips just barely ghosting the skin of your ear. You gasped as your orgasm hit, Adam holding on to you tight as he continued on with whispering encouraging words of love to you while you rode it out. As you came down, he muttered a quick ‘oh fuck’ before pulling out, cumming on your stomach with a grunt. After finishing, he leant down to give you another kiss before getting up to grab tissues to clean you up.
“Sorry, I didn’t want to…you know…do it inside of you.” He smiled sheepishly, his body pink from the afterglow of sex. You smiled and told him that it was okay, you didn’t mind too much. Once he got you cleaned up, he crawled into the bed next to you and pulled you in for a cuddle.
“I meant what I said earlier, you know.” He said, turned your head to look at him. It had finally set in that Adam just wanted to love you in every way possible. It was still hard to believe that you could be loved that way after before, but you were willing to let him try. Smiling wider, you both shared another kiss, already becoming obsessed with the way you both tasted.
“Let’s give it a try. See where it goes. I…I think I’m ready for you to show me what it’s like to be appreciated again.”
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Kinktober Day 2 - Thigh Riding {Edge}
Pairing: Edge x Female! Reader (reader is in her late 20’s)
Synopsis: Edge (Adam) finds out you’re reading smut of him alone in his locker room, and ends up acting out the smut fanfic of him.
Rating: Mature
Warnings: Smut, Language, Thigh Riding (in the main prompt), Degradation, Adam is acting out the fanfic of him in this fic mainly, fluff? 18+ Only
Word Count: 900+
You had your legs tightly crossed together in the middle of reading a smut fanfic of your Fiance Adam in his locker room. Other than the smut fanfics you previously read about him, this one was a bit different from the rest, but much more erotic. Once you gotten to the end, your eyes were bulged, holy fucking shit did you not expect that? Even The Rated R Superstar wouldn’t be that skilled to act upon what you’ve just read about him regarding his age.
A playful knock pondered on the door.
‘’Babe, I’m about to come in!’’
The voice of Adam erupted through your ears, you exited out of the website you were just on and placed your phone on your lap faced down so it wasn’t obvious. A shuttered laugh came out of you right when Adam appeared in the room.
‘’What’s so funny?’’ He asked with both of his eyebrows raised, noticing your phone lighting up.
Oh shit.
‘’N-nothing, just something funny on my phone, nothing for you to see.’’ You grit your teeth, trying to hide your phone from plain sight. Adam gestured for you to hand over your phone,
‘’Oh, can I see what’s funny on your phone? I’d love to have a good laugh.’’ He stated, smiling slightly.
‘’F-fine,’’ You stuttered, afraid that he might actually go through your search history with shaky hands, surrendering the phone to your Fiance.
He stood back, looking down at your phone. Adam had a shocked, yet surprised look on his face.
‘’Oh no, did I forget to close out that tab?’’ You added a mental thought in your head in a cold sweat.
‘’Doll, you’ve been reading dirty stories about me weren’t you?’’ He asked sternly, eyes now growing dark, with your phone still in the palm of his hand taking a big step towards you as his intimidating height towered over your smaller frame.
The bothersome heat began to grow between your legs, you broke out into a cold sweat not knowing what your fiance had going on inside his brilliant, mature mind. The complete silence fell silently throughout his locker room, the taller, older Canadian man sat down next to you on the bench you were sat upon.
‘’Get on my lap, take your bottoms and panties off. No questions asked.’’ Adam demanded, his index finger pointing down at his lap.
You scooched yourself over closer to him, completely following his demand to kick your shorts alongside your panties off. You let out this dramatic sigh of relief when the feeling of your exposed heat rubbed exactly right on his clothed thigh. He cleared his throat, and began reading:
‘’Adam fucked you roughly against the fogged up glass of the shower door, his solid rock hard cock worshipping your cunt,’’
You held back an erotic moan, biting down your lip hard while his knee began to bounce up and down rapidly against your wet core. Making a ‘’hmph’’ sound and t’sking at how wet you were on his clothed lap, he continued on:
‘’Look at you baby doll, all pathetic and whiny underneath me taking me so good, said Adam. Y/N was all fucked out by the man who could make her feel this good just to go for another round.’’
‘’A-Adam,’’ you blissfully moaned out his name, riding his thigh, getting yourself off to the tone of his rough voice alone, reading that same fanfic you were reading minutes before he even entered the room.
‘’Good fuckin’ girl, he praised you, admiring your juices flowing down on either sides of your plump, fleshy thighs. Adam had Y/N exactly where he wanted her, moonlit face and drop dead gorgeous frame pressed against the shower doors, my fuckin’ god was it a beautiful sight or what?’’
‘’Fuck!’’ You cursed aloud, your juices sticking like honey to the fabric of your other half’s pants, who seemingly wasn’t bothered by it at all.
‘’Fucking holy hell are you wet for me?’’ He broke character for a split second focusing his attention off of the phone, his eyes narrowed down at his pants. He was this good reading to you and scruntnizing your every fucking move with your phone in the palm of his calloused, larger hand, it turned you on even more by the fact he had good acting skills. The way he bounced his knee just right to hit your sensitive spot, Adam’s voice and everything was — how do you explain it in words? just ugh.
The much older Canadian man moved a strand of your h/c hair out of your face, he pressed his forehead so gently towards yours, your glistening eyes got lost into his hazel orbs. His breath smelt like minty gum, something that was addicting to your senses you couldn’t get yourself out of. You loved every little thing about your lover, he made you melt within seconds – that’s how special your man was to you. Suddenly, he stopped bouncing his knee, bringing you closer to his chest. The men’s cologne that he wore on his red and black tarot card t-shirt singed your nostrils, his long, lanky fingers ran through strands of your hair.
‘’Did you like it…?’’ He second guessed himself, holding back a nervous chuckle.
‘’No, Adam. I loved it, and I love you.’’ You replied, a smile crept upon his lips, giving you a gentle peck on your lips.
‘’Maybe I should do smut fanfic reading more often with you.’’
Authors Note: Almost forgot about posting this one, it is 6:40pm here and I literally had to work an 8 hour shift today ; but likes and reblogs are appreciated <3 - Shar??
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Hi! Can you do a dating edge includes imagine?
i am TERRIBLE at headcanons i feel like, but i’ll try for you anon
my requests are open, request here - who i write for - request rules - Edge Master List
summary: a collection of headcanons if you were dating the rated R superstar
Dating Edge Includes....
- let me just start off by saying that he ADORES you omg
- literally so in love with you
- absolutely whipped
- would actually do anything for you
- you are his favorite human (sorry christian)
- he always has a hand on you somehow
- adam will literally always find a way to touch you or just hold you
- always holding your hand, keeping an arm around your waist or shoulders, or holding you in his lap if he's sitting down
- adam also loves kissing you, ofc
- he isn't picky, he loves all the kisses, soft kisses, peppering kisses all over your face, rough kisses, or just making out
- he's called the rated r superstar for a reason, so you guys definitely enjoy and have fun with the sex
- adam is your biggest cheerleader, your #1 fan
- he is just so supportive of you
- he is very affectionate if you couldn't already tell
- if you were out with an injury, he would feel TERRIBLE leaving you back at home
- he will constantly worry about you the entire time
- you can count on adam to call you at least 3 times a day if you were out with injury
- literally gives the best hugs, they’re just so comforting
- cuddling is a must, he is all about the cuddles
- honestly, i could see him not sleeping good if you weren't cuddling him
- just because he's so used to it
- double dates with christian and his girlfriend
- when you two were younger he just dreamed of the day you two would get married
- pretty much since the beginning of your relationship he just knew that you were the one
- when you two do finally get married he is so emotional omg
- adam 100% cries when he sees you walking down the aisle
- like everything was about to become real, you were actually going to get married
- and once it was official, you remember that being the happiest you had ever seen him
- you two were just in absolute bliss
- you guys ARE the wrestling it couple
- and you have been for years
- literally the wrestling community's favorite couple
- at the beginning of your relationship you guys would sneak around
- adam didn't want to admit to christian that he was right about his crush on you
- eventually christian found out anyways though and told adam that he told him so
- when he was forced to retire, you retired just a few months after him
- you almost felt guilty to keep wrestling while he sat at home with a messed up neck watching you on the tv
- you also just worried about him being home alone without some one there 24/7, his mom would come in and help him out, but she would just stay for a few hours and leave
- when you went on raw to perform your retirement speech, adam still had no clue that you were retiring, you didn't really know how to tell him
- after you were done and trying to get back to your dressing room to call him, you kept getting stopped by all you coworkers, the women crying and telling you how much they would miss you, and the guys giving you a pat on the back or a hug and asking you why, to which you responded "My husband comes first."
- When you finally did get back to the locker room, you had dozens of missed calls from him, and few text telling you to call him
- of course you called him and he picked up before the first ring could even go through
- adam was just frantic "why are you retiring?", "you never told me about this" , "you don't have to do this because of me"
- you calmly just told him to relax "you come first adam, you always will. i love wrestling and i've had such a good career for the past 13 years but i just can't do it anymore, not without you here too. it just doesn't feel right, not with the thought of you sitting at home having to watch it all knowing that you can never come back again." you explained
- the phone call ended with you both in tears, adam stating that "i'm ok with you retiring if that's what you want to do, but i feel guilty about it." and you just stating "please don't feel guilty about it, honey. this is my decision. i'll be home tomorrow, i love you."
- when you finally got home the next morning and saw him, you could just tell that he was up all night thinking about it
- you went over and hugged him and you said "it's ok, it isn't your fault."
- it took him a few months to accept it fully, he secretly still had so much guilt over it though, but he let it go
- retirement life ended up being pretty good
- it took adam awhile to recollect himself after his neck injury, but after he did, he got right back on track
- he got roles in shows and movies, meanwhile you still did a few side things for wwe
- like training upcoming talent, doing commentary for PPVs, even helping write some stuff out for the creative department
- when adam returns to wwe, you are extremely nervous
- you would not be able to forgive yourself if he hurt himself out there
- but you watched him train his ass off and even helped him train, so you felt a little better about it
- but the nerves that hit you as you watched him get back in a ring and wrestle on a monitor in the gorilla were insane
- your hands were shaky for sure
- and you couldn’t help but silently cry, it was a mix of nerves and joy
- the obvious reason for the nerves
- but as for the joy, you were so happy seeing him back out there
- you knew how bad he had wanted this
- and you knew how much wrestling meant to him
- when he came back through the curtain you felt like you could finally breathe again
- he immediately came over to you
- adam knew how nervous you were about his return
- he pulled you into one of the tightest hugs
- when he pulled away he wiped away your tears
- “i’m ok”
- “i know you are, i was just worried”
- and then he pulled you into a hug again, this one lasting longer
- when he pulled away this time he gave you a kiss
- “i’m proud of you”
- but ANYWAYS
- i got carried away with the return thing
- BUT
- being his girlfriend is amazing though
- 10/10 would recommend
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Edge - Masterlist
💦 = Smut, 💖= Fluff, 🌩 = Angst
Series:
One Shots:
The Ultimate Opportunity: Featuring Lita -💦
In the Middle Featuring Randy Orton -💦
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Phone Call
Pairing: Edge x Self-insert (ME), mention of Damian Priest
Summary: Edge decided to send me a video call.
Warning: None. Just Fluff
Tagging:@ghoulsister1 @omg-im-such-a-masochist @babiidee28 @sparkleva25 @alicejoaquin1990 @vintage-pvssy @ashkrystal @theworldofotps @nyc-kyra-93 @ziasaph @priestparty @queenzay @sultryfandoms @auburnwrites @sinnerchaosqueen @windhamsrotunda@rheaanddamianfan@theclawdeen1442@tmt-77
It was a quiet Monday night. I get out of a hot shower to relax myself.
Shaynell:(sighs) Whoo. That was a good shower. I need this after a long day of work.
I put on some fresh set of pajamas to make myself comfortable.
(phone rings)
Shaynell: Who's calling me at this hour?
I look at an unknown phone number via Whatsapp.
Shaynell: 828? I don't know anyone with that area code.
I reluctantly picks up the unknown phone number.
Shaynell:(shaking) Hello?
"Hey Boston Cream"
I recognize his voice and saw Edge on my screen.
Shaynell: Edge?
Edge:(smirks) In the living flesh.
Shaynell:(sighs) Oh thank god. I was so scared.
Edge: Scared of what?
Shaynell: Well, this is the first time you're calling me. How how you got my number?
Edge:(smirks) Easy. Damian give me your number.
Shaynell:(thinking) Damian!
Edge: So anyway. I just wanted to check up on you. Damian told me that you been feeling under the weather.
Shaynell: Yea. Having my period. These cramps are killing me right now. I'm trying to relax.
Edge: Aw. My poor little Boston cream.
Shaynell:(sighs) I know. Sorry I couldn't come see you. I miss you.
Edge: I miss you too, my little Boston cream, And don't apologize for anything. Relax and take it easy.
Shaynell: Aw. Thank you for being so sweet. You and Damian are the best thing that ever happens to me.
Edge: Oh Boston cream. That's the most sweetest thing you ever say.
Shaynell:(chuckling) By the way, where's Damian by the way?
Edge: He left the venue like 5 minutes ago. He say he would call you when he at the hotel. He ask me to tell you one thing.
Shaynell: What is it?
Edge: He told me that he miss you and he can't wait to see you again.
Shaynell:(blushing) Aw. Thank you.
Edge: And I mis you too, my little Boston cream.
Shaynell: I miss you too, sprinkles. I hope can see you again.
Edge:(chuckles) I hope so too.
Shaynell:(blushing) Thank you for checking up on me.
Edge: You're welcome. I hope you have good night.
Shaynell: You too, Sprinkles. I love you.
Edge: I love you too.
We waved goodbye before we hang up.
Shaynell:(sighs) What a night. I should get some more ice cream.
I smile as I get more ice cream before my upcoming call with Damian.
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Paring: former Azriel x Reader
Triggers: mentions of cheating, mentions of death, cursing, a lot of bold and italicize
Word Count: 3K+
Summary: The High Lords called a meeting to discuss the Death-God’s resurrection. However, with the death of their Seer, tensions run high between Day and Night Court, Helion outraged by the loss of your life. Truths are revealed and lies are exposed. And what happens when the High Lords realize that they have all been too late?
Note: I thank you all for all the love you have given to my one shot!! I had never thought it would have been so well received by fans and writers! I am very amused by everyone's reactions and thoughts on the one shot — everyone is wanting blood and redemption for our poor reader. And she will! This chapter is a segway/filler chapter — but still important. It's still angsty, don't worry. This one shot will probably become a 3 part series. I know in that voting poll I had done asked if you guys wanted a 5k chapter, rather than a 2- 2k chapters, but I wanted to leave you guys with one more chapter to look forward to! Please look forward to it!
Part One | Part Three | Epilogue
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“You had abandoned my emissary, disregarded her sight and had her take her own life in your Court… And for what? Your mate’s sister’s powers?!” Helion was fuming, amber eyes staring the High Lord of Night down, “And that her mate — - “a growl escaped his lips, as he glanced at the Spymaster next to Rhysand, “Had cheated on her for said sister?!”
The High Lord of Day’s voice echoed throughout the throne room, shaking its very walls at the allegation of what had happen within the wards of the Night Court. Helion’s fingers gripped the edge of the large round table, his claws causing the wood to splint underneath his fingertips.
“And now… you are telling me that her body disappeared?” his voice deathly low, “That your Spymaster’s shadows had whisked her body away to — God-knows-where… That, that child, never had never had a proper burial?!”
Rhysand couldn’t utter a single word against the claims placed against him and his Court — he couldn’t when everything that Helion had roared was true.
“… Show me…” Helion hissed, focusing at his old friend, “Show us what had happened that day…”
Rhysand gulped, staring at Helion before glancing around the table towards the High Lords of Pyrthian. All of them staring him down before all felt the claws of Rhysand's power creeping in their minds, images of that day of your death playing in their minds — all of them watching the confrontation between the Inner Circle and you — on how you were cornered and betrayed, leading up to your very death.
He hated it. Rhysand not only relived that that multiple times during his dreams — where he had failed you. He now had to relieve it while he was awake. Hearing your pleads and cries for him to listen to your visions, and seeing your body dying on that marble floor — to watch it be taken away by tendrils of shadow.
Once the memory came to pass, sobs echoed throughout the room. Helion being the loudest as he ran a hand down his face, his form shaking in his seat. Rhysand glanced towards his Inner Circle, watching his family relive that moment as well; eyes focusing on Azriel, who gripped the arms of his chair as his face wrinkled in anguish at the memory.
It had been a month ever since your death, a month since the sliver of shadows that once served the Spymaster had taken your body away — unknown to even Azriel on where they had brought your body to. And a month ever since more and more whispers of Koschei’s resurrection echoed throughout the Courts. The Death-God’s power vibrating throughout all of Pyrthian — it was difficult to not miss.
The High Lords gathered in Day Court to strategize on the impending danger of the Death-God. However, it was no secret on what had happened in the wards of Night Court. The loss of your light present throughout all of Pyrthian — every High Lord felt it.
Especially Helion.
He wanted nothing more to hurt and maim every member of the Inner Circle; but that wasn’t the purpose of this meeting — though he wanted it to be.
Helion reigned in his emotions, trying to calm the rage that boiled in his blood. Trying to clam the sadness he felt for the loss of you. He straightened up in his chair, letting out a shaky breath, looking back at the Night Court High Lord.
“… I regret that I ever had sent (Y/N) to your Court, Rhysand,” his tone small and disappointed, “Her powers were wasted on you and your Court. A Seer taking their life, being betrayed by the people she called her family,” His head shaking, a laugh, one so loud and so sarcastic escaping his chest that it echoed in throne room, startling the other High Lords, making Rhysand flinch in his seat. “What a damn found family you made. Betraying one’s mate, betraying a person who had served you for five-hundred fucking years over a female who barely has control over her own powers.”
Amber eyes darted to Elain, as he watched her flinch back, hiding behind the eldest Archeron sister, “What prophecy have you seen now?” the sarcasm very evident in his tone, “Have you seen what (Y/N) has seen? Have you seen the resurrection of Kosechi, as well? Your powers are nothing compared to (Y/N)’s.”
“How dare you talk to someone in my Court like — -” Rhysand started.
“You have no right to challenge me in my own Court, Rhysand!” Helion bellowed, hands slamming on the table, standing up as he glared at his once-called friend, “Do you realize what you have done?! Do you realize why there hasn’t been a Seer in millennials? Why (Y/N) has been the only recorded Seer in the history of Pyrthian? Because Seers have been hunted — by Fae, humans and Gods alike. They are so sought after, for their power, for the knowledge, for their sight. Seers have the power to uncover what is hidden, lurking in the darkness. They are the very light that unveils the darkness. They have been hunted to be exterminated for that very power…”
It had been the very reason why Helion had taken you in when you were a child, guarded carefully in the Day Court. To ensure the prosper of your power, the prosper of your light.
Amber eyes darted around the table, eyes staring at the High Lords that had situated themselves in this very room, listening to his tale before they stared back at Rhysand, “You, being the powerfullest High Lord if all of Pyrthian should have known that. And now, her body, one filled with Unknown-God-and Cauldron bound powers is missing…”
A huff escaped his lips in exasperation as he sat down back into his seat, “Her body should be buried here, in my Court, where she rightfully belongs to. But, no. And none of us could properly pray respects for the loss of her light…”
It was no secret that Helion had a soft spot for you. You were like his child, raising you since you were small, watching you grow and become a bright light within the Day Court. He knew how your light felt, how he basked in it as if it was the sun that radiated overhead.
And so when he had woken up that night in cold sweat, feeling the vanishing of your light — he knew something had gone terribly wrong.
“… — Helion…” Feyre tentatively called out to him, “You said her body is Cauldron bound? What do you mean by that?”
The Day High Lord glanced at the High Lady, staring her down before he nodded his head once. Leaning forward to rest his chin on his hand, “That’s what both myself and (Y/N) believe. (Y/N) is one the strongest Seers I have met in my life, those few Seers that I have encountered, ones that have wanted to remain hidden, are no match to (Y/N)’s powers. Your little Cauldon-Made Seer is no match for her either,” he sneered at the middle Archeron sister.
"There has been little records of Seers in Prythian, we all know that. Not even my libraries had enough information about them and their powers. But, despite that, (Y/N) was able to hone into her powers with little instructions… You know that she doesn’t just see the future, she was able to see what was happening now. She was able to focus on parts of Pyrthian and tell me what is and what will happen.
“But during the war with Hybern, much like when Nesta felt the Cauldron, (Y/N) felt it too. We didn’t know why, but we realized she and the Cauldron were somewhat connected. Whether it be the Cauldron was reason why she has her visions or if the Cauldron was the source of her power, they were bound. A natural connection between the two of them. And when the Cauldron broke, (Y/N) had told me she felt the Cauldron’s power sought refuge with her, as if the Cauldron sought her light.
“After the war, she had asked for my opinion — she felt the remnants of the Cauldron’s power tingling through her. She told me she saw more visions, visions of the far off future that she had no idea when would happen, and that her powers were starting to become out of her control. She was starting to lose herself in her powers, lose her mind to it… I didn’t know how to help her…”
The Inner Circle remembered, weeks after the end of the war, (Y/N) had asked if she could return to Day Court for a few weeks. Rhysand had let her, thinking it was not important. Azriel, too, didn’t question on her reason why she wanted to leave.
It was when they started to not care. When they started to focus their attention to Elain — the Seer that had defeated the King of Hybern.
Helion let out a broken laugh, staring at the Inner Circle, “I’m sure you never knew, did you? On how broken she started to be after the war. You never knew how her sleep was plagued with visions, that she couldn’t even close her eyes without images flashing behind them. Of how she sobbed in bed, wondering if she was in a dream or reality. She couldn’t differentiate anymore… And you…” eyes focusing on Azriel, “You never felt her pain because you put up a wall between your mating bond. Did you know, Azriel…”
The Day High Lord’s tone was seething, remembering those day.
“Did you know, how she cried for you? She begged down the bond for you to come and help. Wanting your protection, wanting to help sooth the pain she had felt? Wanting you just to be there? But all she could feel was the wall you placed, ignoring her… abandoning her when she needed all of you the most…
“I sent her back, hoping that all of you would help. I sent her back with sleeping tonics, hoping to help her with her sleep. Hoping that her family and mate would help her through her toughest time. Hoping that you all would see her. But I can see that never happened. That no matter how much she begged for you all to listen to her visions, to see her in pain, you ignored,” his voice was laced with anger, disappointment.
No one said a word. The air in the room tense and dense at the revelation that Helion lamented. No one knew of what you had gone through.
Azriel felt his his heart burn in his chest, as if his siphons were burning his skin — he felt the remnants of the broken mating bond in his chest, aching more at Helion’s words.
He didn’t know, he didn’t see, he didn’t feel the pain you were going through. He had ignored the tug of the bond when he had that wall up. He had been too infatuated with the middle Archeron sister, wanting her to feel belonged in their Court — all the while alienating the person who had been with him through thick and thin.
And, yet, he couldn’t do the same for you.
Bright blue eyes closed as Feyre silently mourned and apologized to the Heavens, to the night sky where you might have been.
But she realized on the implications of what had Helion had told them — that you might have been the Cauldron-bound object that Koschei needed to escape that lake.
She looked up at Rhysand, and he to her as they communicated down the bond. Both of them realizing what could happen.
The gesture wasn’t missed by Helion as he watched them, waiting for them to explain what they might have discovered. However, when they did not say anything, a growl escaped his chest.
“What is it?”
Feyre and Rhysand looked at the Day High Lord, hesitance shown in their features, “… It’s about what (Y/N) had told us. You all saw it in that memory…”
Helion thought, playing the memory back as he watched remembered your face, the anguish of your features shining through his head, listening to your words — your vision of what might pass.
“… That Koschei needed something from the Cauldron to be released from the lake,” Lucien pointed out from his spot next to Helion, the russete eye looking at Elain before back to Feyre.
“What if…” Tarquin mumbled, “…Koschei found (Y/N)’s body? If you and (Y/N) knew of the connection to the Cauldron, that the Cauldron sought her power. He could use her body to be freed from that lake.”
Helion looked at the Summer High Lord, amber eyes wide at the realization, “… If that were to come to pass, we would be doomed. (Y/N)’s body is probably soaked in Cauldron powers. It would be so easy for Koschei to be freed, and no one would ever notice. It is not impossible, but since (Y/N)’s body has disappeared, it is possible for her to have fallen into his clutches.”
Kallias, in the mist of the conversation, was watching, observing, the only remaining Seer in the room. He leaned forward, bright blue hues staring the Made-Fae, as he rested both arms on the table, “Have you had any visions?”
Heads turned towards the High Lord of Winter at his question. It did not phase him, as he continued, ”I heard from your High Lady that you rarely said anything about your visions, since the Cauldron broke. So do tell us, what have you seen about the Death-God?” If she had her powers still, a Seer would be still useful in this situation.
Elain visibly swallowed, as all attention was on her once more. Brown eyes frantically glanced around the table, over to her sisters and then to Azriel who both looked at her expectedly.
A heartbeat later, and the Middle Archeron sister knew that she couldn't lie.
She shook her head, “I have not seen anything… since the Cauldron broke…” her words nothing but a whisper in the wind.
It was as if a pin dropped on marble floors, the silence in the room was penetrating.
A laugh broke the silence. Eris’ shook his in disbelief on the drama they were hearing, “So you’re telling us, you have been lying about having your powers. And that (Y/N), who has actually seen those visions had taken her life?” he glared at the middle Archeron sister, “For what? Because you needed a position in the Night Court? So that you can gain the Spymaster’s affection? To bed him?”
Elain shook her head again, brown eyes desperate as she tried to catch eye with her family, with Nesta, who just looked away, brows furrowed with anguish, “… I just wanted to be useful…” she whispered in fear, slumping down in her chair, “My powers… were the only thing that made me feel like I belonged… But I didn’t have them, and… I just, didn’t want to lose my family.”
“And yet, you were willing to let (Y/N) lose her family, her mate… and her life. Just to keep your own,” Thesan expressed, "That selfishness will be the downfall of Pyrthian."
Elain flinched at the truth thrown onto her face, eyes down-casting, silence taking over her form.
Before anyone could reprimand Elain for her actions, the grand doors slammed open, a dark mist blowing throughout the room. Frightened and confused screams echoed through the room.
Helion stood up, using his power of light to dissipate the darkness that tried to cover the room. Amber eyes glowed as he watched as a cloaked figure float into the room.
Eyes watched the cloaked figure as it settled its form onto the floor, bare pale feet touching the marble.
“… I would think… that if the Pyrthian High Lords would gather… they would invite a God to their meeting. But I guess, manners do not exist in this world…” the voice was grating and brittle.
The hood swept, as if eyes inside were looking at all the High Lords that were now standing up, all attention to him.
A eerie chuckle escaped the hooded figure, spiny fingers grasping the edge before slipping it down. White hair and black eyes were revealed, pale, sickly skin glowed underneath the darkness that had surrounded him.
The figure bowed, a mocking gesture to the High Lords.
“It seems, that you are unaware of who you are being greeted by…” a boney finger raised up and pointed towards Nesta, the eldest sister stiffening, “Though I’m quite sure you do, dearest sister…” he grinned at her.
Nesta gulped and looked at the uninvited guest. She knew who would greet her like that — only the Death Caver has echoed the same words, “You’re Koschei… aren’t you…”
Koschei grinned wider, head tilting to the side as he stepped forward, laughing as the High Lords ready themselves for a battle with the Death-God.
“Oh don’t be so tense, my High Lords…” he mockingly commented, sweeping a hand, “Please sit… Do not stop your meeting for dear little old me. Though it is such an honor for you to do so.”
He rounded the table, eyes making contact with each of the High Lord, black eyes sweeping over their forms before he stopped before Rhysand.
Violet hues and black sockets stared at each other.
“Though I do have to thank you, High Lord of the Night… You have gifted me the precious gift of life. Though, it was through the loss of one of your own… You might have known her. Cared for her… Loved her…” Koschei looked at Azriel whose hazel eyes burned at the Death-God.
He let out a low laugh.
Tarquin’s assumption was right — the Death-God had used your body to free himself from the lake, right underneath their noses. No one felt it, no one knew. And it had been too late to do anything about it; months too late to prevent the resurrection, months too late to find your missing body, months too late of not listening to you.
Koschei looked behind him, far past the grand windows, the familiar cry of the bird of fire and ash echoing through the lands of Day Court, heading towards them — Vassa had come to stop the sorcerer-lord from his destruction.
However, before she landed on the balcony, an arrow, made of shadow and darkness struck her, causing the great bird to plummet to the land beneath her.
Lucien gasped and ran towards the balcony, peering down to see if the mortal queen had survived the fall; but there was no sign of the cursed queen anywhere below.
“What a dramatic entry by Vassa, as always…” Koschei said with a sigh, before another chuckle escaped his lips, dark eyes boring into the empty spot beside him, “Don’t you think… (Y/N)?”
All heads snapped towards the Deathless God, your name slipping from his lips, as they watched a swirl of darkness materialized a familiar figure. Azriel watched, hazel eyes wide as he took in your form, whisps of shadows that had whirled around you — his shadows, one that had abandoned him ever since your death.
“…(Y/N)…” Azriel whispered in disbelief, his voice shaking.
There you stood, next to the Death-God, very much alive.
Very much like a Death-God yourself.
And it echoed in your outfit — tendrils of shadow made up your dress, covering you from head to toe, fluttering near your feet as if a gown swayed by the wind. In your hands, a bow and arrow made of those shadows — the very bow that had struck Vassa down from her flight.
That was where Azriel’s shadows had gone to — leaving him, following you to your death, and making you someone completely different.
Someone that was going to be the downfall of Pyrthian itself.
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A Safe Way Out
Jonathan Breech x Female Reader (NSFW 18+ only)
Summary: You're a very shy patient at the psychiatric hospital and the newest inpatient part of the therapy group has to be the cutest man you've ever seen, and he takes an interest in you, but he's not quite as innocent as he looks.
Word Count: ~3,384
Warnings: Smut (unprotected sex), loss of virginity/innocent reader, cum squirting, oral (fem receiving), mental illness, past trauma, talk of depression and suicide, some angst, language
Disclaimer: This just fantasy/fiction, I do not own anything from the 2001 Irish film On the Edge starring Cillian Murphy.
Breech, Jonathan.
He was surely the prettiest person you'd ever witnessed admitted to this institution that he could make both men and even women jealous, even though his pajamas were ill-fittingly too short and he had a cocky attitude that didn't go unnoticed by the staff and other patients, but he wasn't a total asshole... at least you hoped.
At the couple of group therapy sessions he attended he was rebellious, giving the always tired (but very patient) Dr. Figure grief through ample sarcasm that made you stifle smirks, but as usual you never spoke much, being selectively mute unless you were forced to answer a question from Dr. Figure. They didn't give any drugs to dope up; the doctor didn't think you nor the small group you were part of needed them, but sometimes you wished they would so you didn't have to participate in these stupid sessions that went in half-spun circles and could just conk out in your room or outside.
You had been submitted here by your estranged parents after a series of concerning events that you had tried to mentally block out, including attempting to take your own life because of bullying and abuse; you were not able to ever acclimate fully to society because of it, which led you to being stuck in this place, mentally spinning wheels while growing more and more wary of the outside world everyday. Jonathan was the opposite; he had a spark of defiance and a fire you didn't have enough oxygen for to nourish for yourself. He clearly didn't think he really belonged here and in a way, you sort of admired him even if he was a bit strange and potentially dangerous... He was certainly an exciting refresher in such a dull, day-to-day drudgery.
One day after walking out of yet another mildly frustrating therapy session, he stepped in front of you in the hall as you were making your way back to your room alone, a curious light in his stunningly blue excuses for eyeballs.
"Hey, you mind if I join ya in your room?" he asked suddenly and you froze, uncertain of how to react. You only ever minimally interacted one-on-one with people you trusted... Fellow patient Nick kept saying Jonathan wasn't to be trusted, but Nick was also kind of a paranoid weirdo that always was listening to his headphones, so what did he know?
Jonathan seemed to sense your hesitation and he grinned, trying to put you at ease or maybe he was just messing with you. Either way, you had to hide your intrigue in case he was pulling your leg.
"Don't look spooked out, I'm just so fucking bored at this place and you're pretty cute, but you never really talk... I just wanna get to know ya better," he explained sincerely, but you still felt wary.
"Can I see your room at least?" he asked innocently and you finally gave him a shy nod, causing him to smile in broad relief that reminded you of the last rays of sunlight splashing upon the cliffs.
He walked along beside you, swinging his arms back and forth a bit as if he was winding himself up, all the way to your room and past an orderly who gave him a suspicious glance, but you gave the man a thumbs up to let him know it was fine. Security here was surprisingly not as strict as one would imagine for a psychiatric hospital and the younger patients tended to sneak out once a week to the city with minimal repercussions. They always came back anyway.
You reached your designated room and opened the door slowly, and Jonathan strolled in after you, sighing loudly.
"Oh, would'ja look at that - they gave you the fanciest room they've got," he commented sarcastically as you sat down on the small bed, tucking your knees up to your chest and he stood, surveying you and scene for a second and then joining to sit, copying your posture. He fiddled with his slippers for a minute and then turned to you curiously.
"So lemme get this right: You only talk when or if you have ta?"
"Yeah," you mumbled and he nodded sagely.
"That's an interesting way to deal with people. Don't blame ya, lot of wanks out there not worth being spoken to. What's your name - I mean, I know it from the meeting, but can you say it?" he asked, however unlike any doctor, it wasn't clinical or judgmental. He truly seemed interested and so you whispered your first name aloud to the floor.
"It's a nice name. How old are you?" You could hear the smile in his deep voice.
"T-Twenty two," you responded with a slight stutter, too fluttery to be able to meet his gaze.
"Fuck, that's older than me... I'm nineteen, but you know already know that. You ever been anywhere outside of Dublin?"
You looked away, not answering. If you ever had, you'd been too small to remember.
"How long you've been here?" he asked curiously and you splayed your hand, palm up towards him.
"Five weeks or five years?"
"Years," you whispered and he was silent for a few minutes, picking at the hem of his baby blue pajama pants.
"So much for the road to recovery, eh?" he scoffed and you just shrugged.
He put his legs down, feet flat on the floor and crossing his arms tight to his chest, wearing that oversized silly orange patterned sweater of his. He sniffed and bit his lip, glancing up at the bare ceiling as if he would find the answers to existence there.
"Something happened to you, I know. Shit, something happened to us all here. It's okay if you don't wanna or can't talk 'bout it. But I can't figure out if you have the same thoughts me and the others have? You know, what the doc locks us up for... suicidal? Like there's no fucking point to this blip of existence? And they think we're nuts, but we just seein' the truth."
You slowly pulled up your sleeve, exposing the faint scars etched into your left wrist, remnants of cutting attempts to escape life before you had been dumped off in this place indefinitely. You had never tried it since and were now an adult and could seek the means to leave if you truly wanted to, but there was nothing out there in the world for you.
"See this pinky finger?" Jonathan asked suddenly, poking up his baby finger and you nodded, interested.
"I was just trying to get rid of what was left of me old Da and the damn car didn't do the job right. Could've broken neck but all I broke was me baby finger. Least you've got the scars there to prove survivin'." He sighed heavily, almost disappointed, and you spoke the first sentence you had in days, your voice hushed from disuse.
"Why do ya wanna die?"
He blinked, giving you a meaningful glance and his full lips stretched into a tight ironic smile.
"I don't want to die; I don't want to be alive. I'm just a fucking living ghost, we all are... Doesn't that realization scare the wits outta ya?"
He looked away at the wall, blinking as the drippy tears escaped and his mouth quivered in quiet anguish, his dewy face scrunching up. You reached over and touched his cheek, catching a tear rolling down his smooth pallid skin and wiping it off tenderly. He sniffled, embarrassed, and gently took your wrist and whispered emphatically.
"I like you, Y/N. You don't freak out or talk down to me or bitch about your own problems. You're unique, but I'm thinking ya too cute to be truly crazy."
"Cute?" you repeated and he grinned at hearing your high breathy voice.
"Don't be so afraid to talk, you got a pretty voice. Bet nobody be calling ya cute in a long time, right?"
You shrugged sheepishly and he tilted your chin up with his fingers, tracing the outline of your face fondly and you blushed, not used to being touched by anyone like that. It was... comforting, a feeling you had been very numb to for some time. His pinkish lips parted and he tilted his head slightly, mouth gaping in anticipation for a kiss but you froze, unsure and not wanting to take the lead.
"I want a kiss," he murmured and the way he said it made you draw closer, trusting the process. He closed his eyes and blindly groped your lips, sucking, and then his tongue dove in with a surprising force, swirling around your mouth and he gripped the sides of your head in a vice, cutting off any resistance... Not that you were repulsed in any way once the initial shock wore off.
He broke away after several seconds, gasping and licking his lips hungrily.
"Mm, didja like that?"
Your cheeks became pink and he glanced over your head at the windowpanes being pattered with a steady rain and it was growing dimmer outside, evening approaching with a cloaking storm, and it reflected in the dull colors of the room that was becoming muted of natural light.
"Can I show you something?" he asked huskily, shifting on the bed restlessly.
You ducked your chin in affirmative, heart fluttering in uncertainty as he reached to yank his sweater and pajama shirt over his head, leaving him with a bare chest. You stared, fascinated in his anatomy; it had been so long since you'd seen anyone without some clothing on. He grinned, pointing awkwardly to your own chest.
"So, uh, now this... this'll be the part where you remove your garment," he instructed and cautiously, you unbuttoned your pj's and you never wore a bra, so soon he was facing your naked breasts with your nipples hardening from the airy exposure.
"Really cute," he breathed, gently putting a finger to your right nipple and pressing lightly, stroking around the center and then drawing a line to the other breast, doing the same to that one and you shivered, feeling a strange pull in your stomach that was borderline butterflies. He leaned back, bouncing up slightly on the bed and kicking his slippers off to the floor.
"But hold on, there's more to see," he said with a verging mischievous excitement. You'd never seen him look so genuinely joyful and as he tugged down his pj bottoms, you blinked, faced with a protruding bugle in his white underwear.
After a beat, he removed his boxers, springing forth a stiff appendage that you'd never in the flesh on a man, well, in its erect state at least.
"Want to touch it? It doesn't bite," Jonathan joked with a lazy grin and you cautiously extended a hand and put your fingers on the glistening tip. It was definitely moist and firmly solid, and he shuddered through a breath of arousal.
"Wet," you observed and he laughed, scooting closer so his penis was resting in your hands.
"I like it when you touch me there, don't stop," he begged and you felt him up, amused at his reaction.
He twitched in your palms as you ran careful fingers up his fleshy length and to his balls, lightly petting the coarse dark hair nesting around them, and he shivered pleasurably, resisting the urge to already ejaculate.
"Feelin' good?" you asked fondly, seeing his mouth agape and eyes nearly rolling back.
"Too fuckin' good, need to stop before I cum too quick. Wanna enjoy this... Lemme have at that pussy of yours now instead of using me dick, m'kay?"
You could tell it wasn't a question, but you weren't sure what he meant entirely. You eased off his genitalia, cock dripping slightly, and sat back, waiting for him to elaborate.
"Here," Jonathan murmured and his hands went to your waist, teasing down the waistband of your pj's and pushing the pants down your legs, letting you wiggle out and kick them to the floor, along with your slippers. He stared for a full ten seconds at your womanhood, biting his lip and swirling his tongue around his mouth, before he bent down and spread your legs apart. You tried to ask him what was going to happen, but he dove in already, tongue flicking at your delicate folds with attempted precision. You gasped audibly at the new sensation and he clamped hands down on your thighs, clinging on as he maneuvered his thick tongue faster and you grabbed at a fistful of his hair, shaking from the unfamiliarity and equal anticipation as your body seemed to take control of natural instincts and budding arousal grew stronger.
He just wanted to warm you up though, and he withdrew his tongue soon, lips glistening with a tiny smear of discharge. Your bare chest rose and fell in rhythm as he surveyed the fresh terrain, just aching for more. You very well might be a complete virgin and that prospect tantalized him yet also privately frightened him of messing up. Of course he'd been with girls before, but they weren't this sheltered and sweet. He may corrupt you and alter the course of this extremely new friendship, which in his mind was always meant to become more of a relationship; the moment he saw you he knew he needed to get in your pants.
"Eh, give it a go," Jonathan told himself forcibly and his finger jerked onto your entrance, worming in needily and making you squeak in surprise. He shushed you, zipping his lips with his free hand, giving you a clear message that it wasn't wise to make unusual noises. Even though it wasn't like there was cameras in the rooms, one couldn't be too careful. If Dr. Figure found out his newest unstable patient, the same one that pledged not to kill himself before New Year's Eve, was somewhat taking advantage of a virgin he just met in her own room, the doc would be most displeased.
Nevertheless, whimpers escaped from your throat as he pressed further to your clit and moved another finger to join the first, uncomfortably stretching into your walls. Despite the stinging pain, you felt an decent amount of wetness pooling from your vagina, almost like peeing, and clenched reflexively, hitting his knuckles.
"Oh, I'm thinking it's ready," he whispered impatiently, wriggling his digits away with a squelch and wiping your light drizzle of cum on his cock.
Before you could react, he adjusted position and slid on top of you, pressing his body down onto your bare one and rubbing his full cock in-between your thighs.
You gasped when he began to shove in rather roughly, squirming into your tight unbroken hole and you looked up at his face, watching his hair askew slightly and you noticed a scar above his eyebrow you hadn't noticed before. You wrapped your arms around his neck, afraid to get pinned underneath him, and tried to buck and roll with the motion, but it was getting painful.
"Hurts," you whimpered into his ear as he thrusted further.
"Not gonna hurt in a minute, baby," he whispered, too in heat to stop and consider much else and he clapped a hand over your mouth to stifle any more alarming noises.
"C-Can't go-go all the way in," he panted, his skin slapping yours and rocking the whole small bed.
Sure enough, the pain became more bearable though the more he worked you and pleasure eventually overturned it altogether, the bursting bloom of an orgasm that was very likely the best feeling that had ever happened to you. You sank your mouth on his shoulder to stifle a cry, careful to not bite too deeply, and then mewled into his neck, panting heavily along with him and digging your fingers into his brown scrubby sideburns and floppy hair.
"Mm, fuc-fucking good, ya likin' it, eh?" Jonathan choked out in a whisper and you couldn't respond, too taken by this incredible euphoria and the way his cock flexed inside close at your cervix. You weren't sure how long he could stay in without it becoming too uncomfortable, but he lifted up slightly, grunting softly at his own arousal and effort.
He pulled out just in time, finishing outside by squirting hot ropes of milky cum all over your vagina, stomach, and legs. The bedsheets took a few splatters as well and he heaved in relief as you laid there, utterly stunned at his sexual performance. You had squirted a little bit too and it had intermixed with his juices that you couldn't tell which was from whom. It was so intimate and gross and a big part of you absolutely loved it, having never been in such a situation before... It was exciting and playful.
He swiped two fingers through the fluids and spread it on your thighs further, encouraging you to feel it as well and you giggled at him taking your own fingers and guiding them up to his face, dotting his chin with cum.
Jonathan then sat back on his haunches and admired you, catching his breath and listening to the steady patter of rain. You rolled over onto your side and your eyes widened at a couple spots of blood on the sheets and he looked down in causal observance.
"Ah, that'd be normal, don't worry," he assured with a chuckle.
"Though, uh, maybe we'd better try to hide it case they come collect the sheets tomorrow," he realized on second thought.
"I say I been bleeding, on my cycle," you offered as an explanation.
"Yeah, that'd be good cover," he agreed and climbed off, picking up his clothing and shimmying back into the pajamas and sweater.
"Look, I'll get us some towels or somethin' from the bathroom," he said, walking quietly to the door and opening it with a peering glance out, but the coast was clear. Most patients should be in their rooms by now anyhow.
You relaxed in a post-orgasmic trance while he was gone, listening to the dripping weather outside and wondering how you'd be able to be normal around him tomorrow.
The door squeaked open softly a couple minutes later and Jonathan came back inside with a bundle of torn sheets of toilet paper clutched in his hand.
"Couldn't get towels, so I took some shit paper that'll have ta do instead," he announced with dry amusement and he used it to wipe you clean of the wet mess and you thanked him quietly, grateful to be dry again for it had become rather cold and tingly on your skin. You automatically flinched a fraction when he wiped at your folds, as you were raw and sore, but he was fairly gentle. When he finished, Jonathan moved in very close as if for a kiss, but only whispered near to your ear, tickling your earlobe with his warm breath.
"Don't tell anyone about what we did... just a little secret, m'kay? Though I guess you wouldn't be blabbin' to anyone else anyway," he chuckled darkly, but it wasn't mean.
"Maybe we can see each other again?" he proposed as he balled up the soiled toilet paper and retreated back towards the door.
"Okay, Jonathan," you whispered in reply and he flushed at the sound of his name on your lips.
"I think you'll be my new therapy, better than anything that wanker of a Freud psychiatrist can offer." He paused, shuffling his feet and then glanced up daringly, determination in his blue orbs.
"We'll find a way out soon, a safe way out, me and you and Rachel and Toby... and I'll show you how to have a good time at the pub, eh? Like the sound of that?"
You only smiled as he turned to exit, but then abruptly paused and bit his lip as he looked back at you with a yearning, like what the two of you had just done still wasn't enough.
"Abair do phaidreacha agus codhladh sámh," he spoke in Gaelic and you translated back softly with a meaningful smile.
"Say your prayers and sleep well."
With a dip of his head and smug, yet almost childlike smile, Jonathan ducked out the door and was gone for the night.
#jonathan breech#on the edge#on the edge 2001#jonathan breech x reader#cillian murphy#jonathan breech smut#cillian murphy smut#cillian murphy fanfiction#cillian murphy x reader#cillian x fem!reader#cillian murphy imagine#cillian murphy x fem!reader#young cillian murphy#cillian murphy fanfic#on the edge movie#irish film#fictional psychiatric hospital#don't like don't read#my writing#winnie's writing
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Masterlist (Cillianmesoftlyyy)
Last updated: 3/16/24
As requested, here yah go my lovelies! Series are indented separately to keep them together. One-shot stories are listed in numbered format. Requested fics have a "⭐️"
Neil Lewis:
The Gumshoe is a Girl's Best Friend (fluff)
Horror Movies (smut)
Horror Movies Pt 1
Horror Movies Pt2
As You Wish (smut)
As You Wish Pt 1
As You Wish Pt 2 ⭐️
Tommy Shelby:
In Love, in War (smut):
In Love, in War Pt 1
In Love, in War Pt 2
In Love, in War Pt 3
In Love, in War Pt 4
In Love, in War Pt 5
At the Cabaret (smut):
At the Cabaret Pt 1
At the Cabaret Pt 2
At the Cabaret Pt 3
At the Cabaret Pt 4
At the Cabaret Pt 5
Cillian Murphy:
Under the Weather (fluff)
Method Acting (smut)
So New (fluff)
Like a Good Neighbor... (smut)
Cut the Shit-delusion, Sweetheart (fluff)
Nerves (smut) ⭐️
Dr. Jonathan Crane:
The Experiment (smut + my first work)
The Experiment Pt 1
The Experiment Pt 2
The Experiment Pt 3
I Can Fix That... (smut)
I Can Fix That Pt 1
I Can Fix That Pt 2
I Can Fix That Pt 3
Jonathan Breech:
The Ward (smut)
The Ward Pt 1
The Ward Pt 2
The Ward Pt 3
Tom (The Party 2017):
Sweet Revenge (smut)
Agent Lenny Miller (Anna 2019):
How About It, Agent Miller? (smut)
#cillian murphy#cillian x fem!reader#fanfiction#cillian x reader#cillian murphy x reader#peaky blinders#cillian fluff#cillian fanfic#cillian x y/n#smut#neil lewis#watching the detectives#jackson rippner#on the edge 2001#hot scarecrow#dr crane#johnathan crane#tommy shelby#peaky blinder fanfic
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Can I have prompts 33 “Come here, baby” + 40 “If it ever gets bad again, can you promise you’ll tell me? I don’t want you to go through this alone” with Edge plss? I need some fluff of him helping with anxiety and depression
Tag: @judgementdaysunshine
Fic type: angst/fluff
Warnings: mention of medications and suicidal thoughts
Word count: 858
Link to masterlist
Sorry this has taken so long to come out, had a bit of writers block recently but I think I’m coming back around. Happy reading 🩵
“I’m still a few hours away, baby, but I’ll be as quick as I can to come home!” Was the last thing Adam had said to you before he hit the road again. He had recently suffered a minor injury while working so he had to come back home to recover and rest. Thankfully, he wasn’t too badly hurt, only suffering a sprained ankle. However since it wasn’t severe, at best he may only get a few weeks to recover.
At this point, he had been away from home for about two months and you were desperately missing him. More than you had anticipated. Since you had a part time job you couldn’t travel with him so you were stuck in your shared home. Alone.
Being alone was a massive fear of yours. Less so for the idea that something could happen with another person, and more so the idea that your thoughts might spiral out of control. The medication you would normally get was out of stock and you had been going without for about three weeks. Although you weren’t explicitly dependent on them and you could still function without, you found that taking the pills silenced certain…thoughts. And without them? They were running rampant. You had tried everything to distract yourself: walking, baking, having a shower, having a hot drink, or whatever else your therapist would suggest. But nothing truly helped. Besides the medication.
So you had been laying in bed for the last few days. No showering. No eating. No drinking. All you had the strength to do was get up to use the loo, and wallow in your own negative mind. It felt like you were glued to the bed half the time. You knew you had to get up and clean yourself and the room but you just couldn’t find the strength. All you could think about was those dark thoughts. Those scenarios. Those…solutions.
For the first time in days, you felt tears roll effortlessly out your eyes, down your cheeks. It was exhausting having to deal with depression and anxiety. You so badly wanted to fix the problem but you just couldn’t bring yourself to do that or anything for that matter. From somewhere in the house, you heard rustling. It was like the sound of bags being moved around, zippers being opened, but you couldn’t pinpoint the exact noise. Though when the TV turned on, you figured Adam must’ve finally arrived home. Secretly, you were dreading this moment that was fast approaching. You didn’t want him to see you like this. He was aware that you suffered from mental health issues but not to this extremity. And as the door slowly opened, you held your breath, hoping you’d wake up from a horrible dream again.
But unfortunately, you were wide awake. Adam walked into the room with a big smile, excited to finally see you again! But when he saw the state you were in, it dropped completely. He was completely speechless, heart shattered at the sight. Adam tip-toed over to you to properly look at you.
“Oh, come here baby.” He whispered, effortlessly lifting you from the bed into his arms. You were numb. Physically and emotionally. All you could do now was rest your aching head on his shoulder as he moved you into the bathroom, running you a hot bath. Once ready he undressed you, and helped you in the water.
“Stay here,” he smiled, kissing your forehead, “get nice and comfortable while I clean the bedroom, okay?”
His voice was so soothing, helping to melt away the numbness in your body. Laying back, you closed your eyes as the hot water stung your skin. It was a nice sensation. After days of nothing but a dirty bed, laying in something that hurt was a nice change. 15 minutes later, he came back in to help get you clean, scrubbing away at your body and hair. The feeling was amazing and you found yourself to slowly come around, just slightly though. It wasn’t until you were both laid in a clean bed that you started to feel more comfortable.
“I…I’m sorry that I didn’t tell you that this was happening.” You admitted weakly, begging for the dark waves to disappear from your body. “I didn’t want you to worry about-“
“If it ever gets bad again, can you promise me you’ll tell me? I don’t want you to go through this alone.” He interrupted. His voice was desperate, breaking in the middle of his sentence. Looking at him, you could see tears well up in his eyes. You knew that as terrible it was for you, you were used to the effects of your mental health. For him, he didn’t see it as often. Certainly not the ugly side where you don’t clean yourself or eat for as long as you had done in his absence. Since you refused to ever make a promise you couldn’t keep, you told him you’d do your best. That was enough for him and he pecked you on the nose, pulling you in for a closer cuddle, terrified of ever losing you.
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Angels' Commendation
MICHAEL x gn!Reader x SIMEON
3.2k Words | NSFW | Smut | Michael-centric | Poly Relationship
Content Warnings: Reader uses gn!pronouns. Alternating present/memory POV. Pet name used (little lamb). Penetrative sex, threesome, creampies, implied overstimulation, scenting/marking, fluff, flirting, teasing, food kink if you squint, sex in a semi-public place, jealousy, light dom/sub undertones.
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Your departure from the Celestial Realm is met with little fanfare. Michael offered to host a formal celebration like a banquet or dance, but you balked at the very idea and insisted nothing of the sort was necessary. You finished most of your preparations yesterday and already said goodbye to the angels you spent the most time with. They gave you their well wishes for your journey home and their hopes that you would return again soon.
When you came to the Celestial Realm nearly a month ago, you brought a single bag with some clothing and toiletries. Today, you’re leaving with much more than you brought. There are small tokens from your new angel friends in some spare bags that Simeon procured for you. Michael also gave you a large basket full of gifts for Diavolo and his fallen brothers in the Devildom.
Luke baked a cake for you to take back to share with everyone, and it’s carefully wrapped in a large box. He giggled and whispered that he also made a special cupcake just for you, in case Beel eats the other cake before you can have some.
Simeon helps you organize your belongings near the Celestial Gates that will take you back to the Devildom. If Luke weren't nearby, he'd drag you into one last kiss before you go; he could lick his lips and savour the taste of you when you're gone.
He glances over where Michael and Luke are waiting. You haven't even left yet, and Luke is already asking him when you'll be able to return. Simeon and Michael share a knowing look; your presence will be formally requested before too long, whether your demon friends like it or not.
Simeon slides the straps of your bags onto your shoulders, and he steps away once you reassure him that everything feels secure. Luke smiles when you hold up his cake box, and you wiggle your fingers at him since you can’t wave goodbye properly. You share one last fleeting glance with Luke–and your lovers–before you finally walk through the portal and back to the Devildom.
Once you’re gone, the three angels turn and walk back towards the Celestial Halls together. "Did you give them a present, Michael?" Luke asks curiously.
He already asked Simeon earlier what his gift for you was. Simeon replied that he gave you a short story he wrote himself. (It was a smutty romance about three characters that resembled you and your two angels, of course).
Michael looks down and his lips quirk into a smile. He ruffles Luke's hair playfully and chuckles when the young angel pouts. "Ah, we exchanged parting gifts earlier before we joined you for breakfast."
You groaned at the sudden emptiness when Michael withdrew his cock from your body. He chuckled against your shoulder as two of his thick fingers took its place. The sounds his fingers made as he thrust them inside you was obscene. His and Simeon's cum both leaked out around the intruding digits and smeared the inside of your thighs.
"Don't worry little lamb, we'll keep you nice and full. You want something to remember us by, don't you?"
You nodded dazedly as endless sensations rippled through you. Your body twitched and trembled from their attention. Simeon was plastered against your front, his hands gripping your hips while he chased beads of sweat down your chest with his tongue. He dragged his teeth over your skin and sucked each of your nipples between his lips. He glanced at you through his dark lashes when you whined and arched into his touch.
Michael's chest was a comforting weight against your back, and you leaned against him to keep yourself upright. One of his hands moved inside you, and the other trailed along the side of your face and down your neck. He pressed down gently when he grazed over the marks he and Simeon made. He tilted your chin towards him and kissed you over your shoulder. It was wet and sloppy, and you moaned when his tongue flicked teasingly into your mouth.
Your skin was sticky with sweat and cum. Your legs trembled and you felt overheated, but you still wanted more. You reached back and fisted one hand in Michael's hair while the other reached down and grasped Simeon's hard, leaking cock that bobbed heavily between you. Michael hissed when you pulled on his hair; Simeon groaned when you pumped him lazily, and his hips bucked against you.
"What do you want, my love?" Simeon whispered when he leaned forward and tugged at your earlobe with his teeth.
It was hard to form words when they worked so diligently together to fuck your brains out. Your mind was a fog of pleasure and longing. You know you were leaving soon, but you didn't go. You wanted–
"M-more," you whimpered. "Want more of you, please?"
Michael crooked his greedy fingers inside you, and you rocked your hips so that they'd keep massaging against that spot that made your toes curl. You shuddered between them, and Michael brushed his lips against your temple.
"You ask so nicely," he murmured. He rubbed his cock against your ass; he was already hard and leaking again. He knew you were all running out of time, but he couldn’t refuse you. "We'll give you what you whatever you want."
Simeon's cock slipped from your grip when he maneuvered himself in front of you. He laid back against the pillows. One of his legs was between yours, and the other was bent at the knee and pressed against your outer thigh to support you. Michael nudged your shoulders down and bent you over until your chest was pressed against Simeon's. He groped your ass and positioned himself behind you.
Simeon cradled the back of your neck and brought you towards him for a heated kiss. Michael leaned over you and kissed along your spine just as he sank his cock back inside you. All three of you groaned in unison, overwhelmed by the sensual depravity of being together like this. Simeon was jerking himself off beneath you and panting your name desperately as he watched your expressions above him. You closed your eyes and lost yourself in the heated daze of their lust as Michael fucked you one last time.
When you arrive at the Demon Lord’s castle, all of your demon friends are waiting anxiously to see you. Barbatos instructs the Little Ds to help you with your belongings and you hand him Luke’s cake for safekeeping. As soon as your hands are free, you're crowded by the seven demon brothers that clamor for your attention like they haven't seen you in years.
There's a small luncheon prepared to celebrate your return, and the demons lead you to the elegant dining room where you can finally relax. Asmo plunks down in the seat next to yours and admires the Celestial Realm tunic you're wearing.
"That style looks nice on you," he offers, and there's something soft in his gaze as he remembers how much he liked wearing angelic-style garments too.
"Michael provided me with a lot of Celestial clothes to try while I was there," you explain with a smile, looking down as you smooth the front of your shirt. "I left most of them behind for the next time I visit, but I wanted to bring this one back with me–it's my favourite."
You noticed that Michael was acting strangely since you stepped into the dining room for breakfast. Raphael and Gabriel bickered on either side of you while Simeon rolled his eyes at them across the table. You tried to focus on your plate, but you could feel the heavy weight of Michael's gaze lingering on you.
"Is there something wrong?" you asked him after breakfast when you were able to speak to him alone.
His gaze flickered between your eyes and your chest. "That outfit you're wearing–" he started to say, but he faltered and cleared his throat, "–that was what you were wearing in the garden that day with Simeon."
Michael told you how he found you together in his garden by accident, and you still feel a little embarrassed thinking about it. Your cheeks grew warm, and you looked down at your top nervously. "Oh...do you not like it, or–?"
Michael shook his head quickly. "No, it's not that. It's...well, it reminds me of the day I realized I had feelings for you." He looked away and it was suddenly his turn to be bashful. "And it reminds me of how much desire I have for you."
He glanced around before he wrapped an arm around your waist and pulled you closer to him. "Perhaps you'd like to accompany me to the garden? I have a bit of spare time before I’m needed for my next meeting," he murmured against the shell of your ear. You felt his cock hardening against your hip and you gasped softly.
"Wait, what about Simeon?" you asked, but you realized you didn’t need to worry. Michael was already sending him a message, and he slipped his phone back into his robes when he finished.
"He's going to meet us there." Michael held out his arm to you, and you followed him towards the closest exit leading to the gardens outside.
Lunch at the Demon Lord’s castle is a boisterous affair. Everyone chatters excitedly about your return, and Lucifer mentions off-handedly that it's nice to have tolerable company again.
Diavolo asks for your impressions of Michael after living together these past few weeks, and you nearly choke on your drink. You clear your throat and tell him that Michael was very kind and generous to you. Diavolo nods approvingly, and he mentions the basket of gifts Michael sent back with you. You didn't look at it that closely, but according to Lucifer, they're all exquisite delicacies from the Celestial Realm.
You're not surprised when Diavolo mentions that Michael also enclosed a letter for him as well. Apparently the Archangel thanked the Devildom for allowing them the honour of your company. He finished the letter stating that the angels of the Celestial Realm eagerly await your next visit.
"I don't think we could've asked for a better result," Diavolo exclaims, and Lucifer begrudgingly agrees.
Conversation lingers on your trip and what it was like living among the angels. It's hard to keep a straight face when Michael or Simeon's names are mentioned throughout the meal. There's still a dull throb between your legs from this morning, and the biting marks they left on your skin are tender underneath your clothes.
When the lunch dishes are cleared away, Barbatos starts slicing Luke's cake for everyone. (He murmurs quietly that he's impressed with the young angel's creation, and you remind yourself to pass along the message to him later.)
Diavolo claps his hands when Barbatos places a generous slice in front of him. "Luke made this? How delightful!" He grins at you from his seat at the head of the table. "Is Michael's sweet tooth as notorious as Lucifer claims?"
Lucifer glares at Diavolo but the prince ignores him. You bite your lip and nod as Barbatos comes to your side and puts a slice of cake in front of you. "It is. This particular cake happens to be Michael's favourite."
"Knock-knock," you said teasingly when you pushed open the door to Michael's office. The Archangel was leaning back in his chair, running a hand through his hair while he frowned at the document in his hand. He glanced at you when you stepped inside and closed the door behind you.
"I still have more work to take care of tonight, little lamb," he offered apologetically, but you grinned when his eyes lingered on the plate in your hand.
"Can I tempt you to take a short break? You've been here since dinnertime." You brought a slice of cake from the kitchen with you. It's unusual for Michael to rush away from the table before dessert, but he claimed an urgent matter from another part of the realm needed his attention.
It's possible you missed him and wanted an excuse to see him, but you left that feeling unsaid between you.
He looked torn, and you went in for the final blow. "And I thought Lucifer had the worst work-life balance of anyone I ever met."
That certainly got his attention; he put his papers aside and waved you over. "Realms forbid I let him be better than me at something, especially when it means passing up a chance to visit with you."
You offered Michael the plate, but he took it from you and set it on his desk. You made an undignified yelping noise when he suddenly grabbed you by the waist and pulled you onto his lap.
When you regained your balance, you were straddling his thighs. He leaned back in his seat and licked his lips. "Since my little lamb interrupted my very important work, I think it's only fair that they feed me. What do you think?"
You couldn't help the bashful smile that bloomed across your face, and his eyes darkened when you picked up the plate and offered him a forkful of the fluffy vanilla cake he loves so much.
"Did you have some cake already?" he asked you in a rough voice after you fed him a couple small bites.
You nod–you ate dessert with Simeon and the others in the dining room. But there's a smear of whipped cream clinging to the corner of Michael's mouth, and you feel inspired. "I wouldn't mind a little more," you murmured as you inched forward and swiped your tongue across his lips. You leaned back and smacked your lips with a satisfied hum.
You had just enough time to put the plate back on the desk before Michael surged forward and kissed you. He licked into your mouth and groaned deep in his chest as he chased the sugar-sweet taste on your tongue.
Beel sits across the table from you, and even after he's had two slices of cake, he's still drooling and looking for more. Satan grasps his shoulder when he tries to stand up and reach for the remaining half-a-cake. Barbatos winks at you when he slides the cake further away from him, and Beel gives up and slumps back in his seat.
Satan grumbles complaints about his brother when you finally catch his gaze. "I was able to borrow the book about Celestial Blessings you wanted to read," you mention to him between bites of your dessert. "It's packed in one of my bags. I'll give it to you when we go back to the House of Lamentation."
He looks genuinely shocked and leans forward on his elbows with excitement. "Really?" He glances down the table where Lucifer and Diavolo are having a heated discussion about something before he looks at you again. "I thought it was in the restricted section of their library?" he asks quietly.
You shrug and look down at your plate as you slice off another forkful of cake. Your cheeks feel a little warm. "Michael gave me permission to borrow it, as long as I bring it back the next time I visit."
The restricted section of the Celestial Library is dimly lit and eerily quiet—or it would be, except for the soft, slapping sounds of skin-on-skin as Michael fucked you against one of the shelves. Your pants were pooled around your ankles, and his wings brushed against you every time he snapped his hips forward. You gripped the shelf in front of you for leverage and rolled your hips back in time with his thrusts.
“I didn’t want to bother you,” you panted between shaky moans. “Simeon said your permission wasn’t necessary for—oh, fuck,” you whimpered when his cock dragged along your walls just right.
He huffed and slowed his movements, grinding lazily against you and denying you the delicious friction he knew you craved. “And you thought asking that flirt of a records-keeper was a better idea, hm?” He leaned forward and scraped his teeth along your jaw and licked at your neck.
When you tilted your head to give him more access, he hummed and sucked a mark into the delicate skin below your ear. The hand that wasn’t fisted in the collar of your shirt snaked down your front and stroked at the arousal between your legs. You sighed and undulated your hips to coax his fingers where you wanted them most.
“If I—if I knew you’d react like this, I would’ve visited Metatron sooner,” you teased, your tongue loosened by pleasure from his sinful ministrations.
Michael’s chest rumbled behind you, and he suddenly leaned back and pulled you flush against him. “You play with fire, my little lamb,” he snarled into your ear. “Open your mouth.”
You whimpered and obeyed him—how could you not when the gravely tone of his voice made arousal simmer deep inside you? When your mouth fell open, he slipped two fingers inside and pressed down on your tongue. You closed your lips and sucked—you moaned when your tasted your own arousal.
“Very good,” he whispered in your ear, "you're so perfect for me." He kissed your temple and starting fucking into you, faster and harder than before. His fingers smothered your cries and you closed your eyes as pleasure rolled through you. You tilted your head back against his shoulder as he moved your body to meet his thrusts.
His rhythm became erratic as he pushed you both towards release, and he groaned when he felt your body clench around his cock. “That’s it, give yourself to me. I’ve got you, little lamb. I’ve got you.”
After a festive but exhausting lunch at Diavolo's castle, you walk back to the House of Lamentation with Lucifer and his brothers. They help carry your bags and even though some of them complain, you know they're all happy to see you again. You’re nestled between the group of them and you realize you genuinely missed them too.
You’re grateful that your room is how you left it, albeit with slightly more dust than before. The brothers scatter once you've given them souvenirs from your trip and you finally have some time to yourself. You’re about to start unpacking when there's a quiet knock on your door; when you turn around, you smile at Asmo who’s leaning against the door frame.
"Oh, hi!” You greet him with a beaming smile. “I brought something for you from the apothecary, but I can't remember which bag it's in. Come in for a sec while I look, okay?" Your bags are piled on your bed, and you unzip them one at a time to find the little basket of body care you brought back for him.
"No rush," he says airily as he closes your door and plops down in the chair at your desk. "There was something I forgot to ask you earlier, anyway."
You rummage through your bags. "Oh? What's that?" You glance at him over your shoulder. He waits until you look at him, and he sniffs the air deliberately. Your anxiety spikes, and you instinctively clench your thighs together. You nearly forgot about the damp spot in your underwear, the traces of your lovers' last gift to you.
Asmo's lips curl into a teasing smirk. "So, how long have you been fucking Michael?"
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oh my god, Notice Me with edge was absolutely mind blowing and has EASILY become one of my favorites! Keep up the amazing work <3 xx
So, it made me muster up the courage to request something else for Edge. How about drunk Adam accidentally confessing his love to the reader? Pretty random, I know LMAO
tyy!! i love a good soft edge moment like this request.
my requests are open, request here - who i write for - request rules - Edge Master List
summary: A drunk Adam accidentally confesses his long withheld love for you.
Drunken Confessions
You sat on the couch in your living room, a random show playing softly on the tv. You looked over to the clock, it was getting pretty late, 11:45 pm. You really did probably need to get in bed, you had a long day of driving to the next show tomorrow. But you really had to enjoy the small amount of time each week that you got to actually spend in your own home. Suddenly, you heard a knock at the door. That was odd, you couldn't think of anyone that would need you this late, and if they did, why didn't they just call you on your phone. You got up off the couch and over to the door. When you opened it, there was a very rough and drunk looking Adam. You could small the alcohol radiating off of him from the other side of the door, and that made you cringe a little.
"Adam?" You questioned.
"Hey y/n." He hiccuped.
You sighed a bit, knowing what you're job for the rest of the night was. You and him were best friends, and this happened somewhat often. Adam would go to a bar with Christian and a bunch of the other guys, get absolutely wasted, and then stumble over to your doorstep or hotel room, and every single time, you took care of him. It didn't happen too often, Adam wasn't an alcoholic or anything, but at least every three months, this happened. You guess it worked out pretty well this time because you had to drive with him tomorrow anyways. You gestured for him to come in, you closed the door behind him. You took in his appearance, disheveled hair, a spill of whatever he was drinking on his blue shirt, his eyes all droopy and tired looking.
"Looks like you had a good time tonight." You commented.
He nodded enthusiastically. You just shook your head with a smile. The scent radiating off of him was nauseating, so you knew you had to get a very drunk Adam into the shower, and it definitely wasn't an easy thing to do.
"Let's get you into the shower." You said, taking his hand and leading him to the bathroom.
"Do I have to?" He pouted.
"Yes, you smell horrid." You replied.
Adam sniffed his shirt and shrugged. You began to strip him down to only his underwear.
"You good to shower yourself?" You raised an eyebrow.
Adam nodded. "Yeah, yeah, I can do it." His words slurred.
You nodded, turning on the shower and motioning for him to get in. "I'm going to go get you a towel and some clothes, you get in there."
He gave you a thumbs up, and with that you went to gather a towel and some clothes. Lucky for him, he had some spare clothes here. You grabbed the shirt and shorts, and then grabbed a towel, heading back to the bathroom.
"Y/n." He called for you.
"Right here." You replied, laying down the towels and clothes.
Adam poked his head out of the shower curtain, a goofy smile on his face when he saw you.
"You done?" You asked him. He nodded. "Okay, your towel and clothes are right here, I'll be outside the door if you need me. Soon enough, he got changed and dried off before coming back out the door. Getting him showered tonight ended up being way easier than you thought, usually it was a whole ordeal. You walked over to the kitchen, Adam stumbling behind you. You sat him down at the table and handed him a bottle of water.
"Drink that." You told him.
"Why?" He asked.
"Because it'll help you a little bit in the morning." You explained.
"Help me? C'mon y/n, I'm not even that drunk." Adam said, his words slurring together, a hiccup or two here and there.
"Oh really?" You spoke, unconvinced.
"Yep, I'll be just fine in the morning." He claimed, crossing his arms like a child.
"I'd hope so because we have a long drive tomorrow." You propped your head up with your arm.
"Don't even worry about it." His hand coming up to wave you off.
You cocked your head at him, sliding the bottle of water back over to him. "Well can you at least just drink the water for me?" You asked, knowing that some how you had to get him to drink this water.
A dramatic sigh escaped him. "Fine. You know I've never been able to say no to you." He took a sip from the bottle.
"Never been able to say no to me?" You asked amused and confused at the same time.
"Yeah, never, I love you too much. Since I met you." He explained.
You felt a blush rise up to your cheeks, you knew it was just the alcohol talking. "You're drunker than I thought, Adam." You smiled.
Adam shook his head. "I'm serious, I really do love you. Just don't wanna ruin our friendship, y'know." He took some more water from the bottle. "I was talking to Christian about it tonight, he thinks I should just ask you out already, but I just don't know how. Don't wanna lose you over something like that. Losing you would be my worst nightmare."
You honestly couldn't believe what you were hearing, you had always loved Adam too. You wanted to give into what he was saying right now so bad, but you knew that it was the alcohol making him say those things. You noticed that all the water was gone.
"We'll talk about this some other time when you aren't so drunk. Right now, let's just get you to bed."
Adam nodded, obviously exhausted. As soon as you got him up to your room and his head hit the pillow, he was out like a light. You would just sleep on the couch for the night, it wasn't a big deal. Before you laid down though you figured it would be a good idea to lay him out some painkillers, water, and some crackers for the morning. You went back downstairs to gather all of them items and when back up the your room where Adam was sleeping and laid them on the nightstand. Finally, you laid back down on the couch. Soon enough you fell asleep as well, but what Adam had said earlier never left your mind. You really wished that it wasn't just the alcohol making him say those things. You wanted it to be true that Adam actually loved you.
The sun coming in through the windows woke you up. You stretched and sat up, rubbing your eyes a bit. You didn't really feel like getting up and ready yet, so you decided to just sit on the couch and watch an old reruns of Bewitched. About 30 minutes passed by and you heard Adam coming down the steps. You wondered if he even remembered a single thing that had happened last night. He came and sat down next to you on the couch. You turned your head to look at him.
"You feel okay?" You asked softly.
"I have a headache but I took some ibuprofen." Adam answered you.
You nodded. "Well I'm glad that's all, last night it seemed like you were going to have a pretty bad hangover."
Adam didn't say anything, just staring down at his hands. You cocked your head to the side. "Adam are you sure you're feeling okay? You're being oddly quiet." You questioned.
He looked up at you. "I'm fine, I promise. I'm just thinking about something."
"About what?" You asked carefully, scooting a little closer to him.
Adam was silent for a moment. "When I said I loved you last night, it wasn't just drunk me talking." He confessed.
"I'm surprised you even remember saying it." You giggled, but stopped when you saw the serious expression on Adam's face.
"If you don't like me like that it's totally fine. The last thing I would want to do is ruin what we have. We can just forget about it and never bring it up again. It's just-" He started rambling.
"Adam." You interrupted him.
He looked up at you.
"I love you too." You told him, a small smile on your face.
"Thank god." He put a hand on his chest and leaned back into the couch, which earned a laugh out of you.
"That would have been so bad if you said no." He laughed.
"Well lucky for you I said yes." You smiled.
"Very lucky for me." Adam grinned, bringing you in for a kiss.
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I think self shippers are allowed to have complicated-ass relationships with their F/Os, like yeah we love the lovey-dovey sweet flustering stuff, but also some of us go nuts for a good case of
‘we want to and probably have practically strangled each other but also you’re my soulmate and fate has intrinsically tied us together and I would protect you and fight for you in any given universe but also you’re an actual dumbass and I will tell you so and if we ever go down it’s going to be by the others hand’
Or other related variations, I think it’s great to go hogwild and not all F/O relationships stop at Romantic or Platonic or Familial, the dynamics are endless and can be so fun to play with and navigate
#maybe I’m just really obsessed with the yearning/slow burn/self-fulfilling tragedy/mutual bond for better or for worse#but it really boils down to. there is love there. there has always been love here. and we both have to live with this#also the dynamics you can up with are like. playing 52 card pickup with fanfic tags#it’s FUN and works with most genres of ship situations. angst tragedy comedy romcom enemies to lovers lovers to exs to enemies#it’s also fantastic for aus but also tends to happen with fos you’ve had for a while or that are on the edge of definable#ALSO fos that deal with like the multiverse/multiple timelines !!#cats chatterbox#52 tag pickup seems like a fun self ship ask game but I dunno how it’d work but if someone wants to do that go for it! could be fun ehehehe#self ship#self shipping community#self ship community#self ship stuff#is this anything. do y’all hear me
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[kmg] morning at the edge of time
pairing: mingyu (svt) x reader
genre: friends to lovers + hinted fwb + angst + mainly just a mess of a flash fic
wc: 2.2.k
warnings: perhaps a little swearing but other than that none!
when you wake up that morning, you say some lame joke. he laughs, and a siren goes off in the distance. you listen to that over him.
it doesn’t take long to pack his things up. in fact, it takes so much less time than you had both planned. you still have an hour before you have to be at the station.
he zips up the final piece of luggage, an old brown duffel bag that’s filled to the brim. the one you have to tug by the front pocket to get it to close all the way. you fight back something bitter coming up in your throat. it’s one of the same bags he brought on his way here. you remember watching him leave then too.
“so,” he says finally, standing up from the zipped duffle bag and shoving his hands in his pockets. a boyish little habit that makes you feel like you’re both still 20, finding your footing in this brand new and bright place, holding onto each other and begging the other not to miss home too much. when did you stop missing home? when did he start? “do we have a little time on that schedule of yours for coffee?”
he gestures to the legal pad behind you, a bright yellow paper with your scribbled schedule made in a stressed hurry the night before. a joke, you realize belatedly once you register the sound from between his lips as a laugh. you feel so suddenly exhausted with it hanging in the air. you shrug, “i guess.”
he grins. and you remember being 13 with him by your side. you ignore the shaky feeling in the corner of your eyes.
–
the train ride is so long, you think an hour in. how many more? you almost ask before remembering how he’s asleep. you stare at him. there are lines across his forehead and around his eyes that weren’t there a couple years ago. last year you found a gray hair right behind his left ear. you look for that sitting here.
he wakes up just as your finger finds it.
he squints and yawns at the same time. not even registering your hand shoved in his hair, your face two breaths from him. “morning.”
he jumps in his seat. your fingers lose the hair.
“what are you doing?” he asks, voice muddled by the sleep. you know this voice. you used to wake up next to it every morning. there’s a lump in your throat suddenly that chokes down every other emotion you would rather be feeling.
“i was looking for your gray hair.”
he perks up. “do i still have it?”
you want to smile at this. the way he embraces this old age, with open arms and a big bear hug. the way mingyu does with everything. fearless and expectant. like he’s been waiting for it, for you. there was a time when you were the one in his embrace. you want to smile at it, him. but you don’t. or maybe, it’s that you can’t.
you nod. “i think it’s grown a bit actually.”
he hums, absently, craning his neck to see something you don’t care to see. “i’m gonna use the bathroom. meet in the dining car?”
you nod, he leaves, and for the first time since stepping on this train you can fucking breathe.
—
“doesn’t it feel like the train ride gets longer each time you go back?” he asks.
you squint at him, picking at a potato before shoving it in your mouth. “not really.”
he shakes his head. “that’s cause you never go.”
and you know he doesn’t mean it with malice, but it’s a stab either way. you scoff. home is many things. it’s where you were born. where your parents live. where you met mingyu. home is many things. but it’s mainly just a tiny town full of memories and people you’d rather forget.
“i’m sorry,” he offers half-heartedly, noticing your silence a second too late.
you try your best to shake it off. you don’t want to ruin this day.
instead you say, “we should get dessert.”
he smiles, big and wide. all teeth showcased right in front of you. somehow, it breaks your heart.
—
“my parents sent me this a while back.” mingyu says, showing you the screen of his phone.
it’s a picture of when you both were young. 10 or maybe 8 years old. sitting together at the beach, covered in sand and smiling. “i remember that day.” you mutter to him, taking the phone from his hand and staring at the photo. “you made a sand castle, and let me stomp on it.”
“gosh,” mingyu starts with a fake sigh, “you’ve always been an asshole huh?”
you roll your eyes, pushing his phone back towards him. “it was a shit castle anyways.”
—
you and mingyu’s family have been friends since his family moved to town. you must’ve been 4 the first time you met him. you don’t really remember that evening. but you do remember riding your first amusement park ride with him.
“i know mom,” mingyu says into his phone. you watch the end of his call. he picks at the collar of his shirt. you recognize it as the one his dad gave him for his birthday last year. you wonder if he did that on purpose. he hangs up the phone and gives you a look.
“hey,” he quips, snapping his fingers in your face, “where are you?”
he knows you so well. “was just thinking.”
“about?”
you push your chin out a bit, glancing at the scenery running past the window beside you. “i can’t believe it’s been 2 years since i moved from home and joined you in the city.”
“it’s been 6 years for me.”
“i know.” you say, understanding the gravity. the city has this way of pushing you in. like a trap you step into knowingly. “when you moved here for school, i…”
your eyes move back to his face. he tilts his head, waiting for you. “you what?”
you inhale, reaching for the napkin in your lap and folding the corners in. “i don’t know, i just never imagined that i’d also move.
he scrunches his entire face. “be honest, did you miss me so much that you moved just to be closer to me?”
you take the napkin in your lap and throw it in his face. he catches it snickering. “but seriously,” you start, exhaling and watching him fold the napkin back up and place it on the table, “i don’t know if i would’ve moved if you hadn’t done it before me.”
“and now look at you,” his lips curl upwards, “you love the city.”
you match the motion. “i love the city.” more than you ever thought you would.
“how long do you think you’ll stay there?”
he asks it casually, but the question makes your heart stop. it makes this bile that’s been sitting in your gut ever since mingyu told you for the first time that he was thinking about moving back home rise up again and burn the back of your throat.
you cough. “forever hopefully.”
he gives you this look. this raised brow and side eye look that says you don’t mean that. that mocks you and means to tell you: you have no idea what you’re talking about. eventually, you’ll do what you’ve done our entire lives and follow me back home too.
“i mean it.” you say steadily. he doesn’t flinch. neither do you.
“home is different now, you know–”
you scoff. how many times can you and him have the same conversation.”
“–minghao doesn’t even really come into town that much anymore and–”
“stop it, mingyu.”
he bites the inside of his cheek. “why won’t you even try?”
—
you don’t like to think about minghao. the three years you spent loving someone who just up and left. you don’t like to think about him because there’s a part of you that isn’t sure if you ever really got over him.
—
“it’s just time.” mingyu says, voice soft and quiet. “i think it’s just time for me to go back home.”
the train rattles a bit. you stop your shoulders from shaking. “why?”
he just shakes his head and sighs. “it just feels right.”
the words are like a splinter, wedging itself into the pad of your index finger.
“i’m sorry.” he tells you.
you go to the bathroom and pretend not to hear it.
—
you stare at your face in the mirror. you never liked the long train rides; there’s a grayness evident in your face. and it makes you think about mingyu’s gray hair that’s grown longer. it makes you think about the first time found it.
shortly, after you had moved to the city, you and mingyu’s friendship had taken a different form. nights spent laughing turned to something deeper, something blurry and messy. a kiss, a confession, a night spent together. you’ve always loved mingyu. he had been your best friend for so many years. and so it just felt so natural that your friendship would take such a shape. it didn’t feel awkward or hard or forced. it just felt like you loved him and it felt comfortable and honestly, just a tiny bit, it–
it felt like home.
—
the first thing he says when you retake your seat across from him is: “do you think you’ll ever forgive me for moving back?”
you rest your elbows on the table, hold up your chin with your hands, and stare at him. his eyes look so brown. inhaling, you say, “eventually.”
he chuckles lightly. “we had some good times together in the city.”
you smile, and it feels like a breath of fresh air. “we really did.”
“and our friendship has nothing to do with distance.”
“i know.” you shrug slightly. “i’m just going to miss doing life with you by my side.”
he frowns, ever so slightly. “you know i’ll always lov-”
the train screeches, masking his voice, his confession with a sound so unpleasant and yet somehow better. you know what he has to say. you don’t want to hear it.
you stare at your finger, where his words pierced your skin. you don’t see the small stick of wood anymore. it’s been sucked in. bitterly, you think, there will always be a piece of you inside me.
—
the train stops in your town eventually. you both grab his bags and head out onto the platform.
you sit on a bench just outside waiting for his parents to pick you guys up. it’s colder up here than it is in the city. it nips and bites at the bits of your skin that’s exposed. mingyu pulls out a scarf from one of his bags and wraps it around your shoulders.
you recognize the color of it and the pattern. you gave this scarf to him 8 years ago. you can’t believe he still has it. you can’t believe he lugged it with him to the city. you can’t believe he lugged it back.
you look at him, really look at him, and realize how terrified you are. you’ve spent so much of your life with mingyu. you don’t want to remember what life looks like without him.
“you’re my best friend in the whole world.” you tell him, placing a hand over his.
the wind picks up, picking and poking at your eyes. you feel a tear fall down your cheek.
you know he’s sad to say goodbye to you and to the city, but you also know that more than that, he’s happy. excited to be back home and closer to his friends and family. you can see it in his eyes. you can see it in his gray hair sticking up with the wind.
“i’m just not ready to come back yet otherwise i would.”
he looks at you, like he really pities you. you hate it. “you did come back with me.”
you shake your head. “otherwise, i would stay.”
he pulls you into a hug. you relish in the warmth. you’ve been in this position many times before. but never like this. you aren’t in college anymore. you know you’ll never be this close to him again. and maybe that’s what makes this all so painful. maybe that’s why when you pull away from the hug you catch a glint of something sharp in his hand. you look down at your torso and see your entire body carved open, with his hands digging inside, searching for the words you stole from him. maybe it wasn’t a splinter. maybe it wasn’t an accident. but why won’t he let you have that at least? why does he have to leave and take every trace of him with him?
a car pulls up. mingyu’s father. you recognize the paint job on it. you both stand. he faces you facing him.
“are you happy?” you ask him.
he smiles, wrinkles appearing all over his face. “i can’t wait.
you help him and his father pack everything into the car. you say hi to his mother. she asks you to stay for dinner; you tell her how you have to get back to the city.
you say your final goodbye to mingyu. and watch his dad’s car pull away. you don’t know when you’ll see him next. and it’s only once the car is entirely out of view, do you realize you’re still wearing the scarf you gifted him. you take one last inhale of your hometown and board the train back
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