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Love in a Hopeless Place

Chapter 6

Hi lovelies! Please be warned that this is a heavier chapter that discusses trauma and depictions of violence! I'm sure I'm going overboard with the warnings, but I'm just wanting to make sure I cover all of my bases here! xoxo, Dany

Lucifer x prostitute fem!reader Word Count: 5.3k CW: Slowburn, Prostitution, Hurt/comfort, trauma, fluff, cuddles, depression, anxiety, protective "not-boyfriend" !Trigger Warning!: Physical violence, abuse, neglect, vague mentionings of underage sex work, drug use, torture, and drug dealing

The next couple of days seemed to creep by more slowly for the both of you, nothing drastic, just... slower, more... unpleasant. It could have been because of how good everything felt to be with each other, but at least for you, there had been another new factor.

You had still been seeing other clients while working for Lucifer, and sure, he took up the largest amount of time, but there were still others, some one offs and some regulars, and a handful of new clients. Most of them didn't give you much grief, but one of your newer clients had taken quite a shine to you, and wanted to see you more often. He was... ok...ish... not really. He was a little selfish, which was fine, but he also had an aggressive personality, and not the fun kind. He had not done anything "bad" to you yet, but he toed the line and that made you nervous.

This had not been as much of an issue until someone tipped him off that you did house calls it was Cynthhhhia, and in the last two days he had asked for you to go to his place, and he seemed to push the boundaries more outside of the brothel. Larry had always told you that if anyone made you ladies uncomfortable, that you could put them on your "No Kiss List", basically being banned from being scheduled with you, and depending on the intensity of the issue they could also get banned from the Lounge entirely.

Again, at this point, this newer guy, Jethro, had not done anything yet, so you still felt like you could handle him, but he was still a cause for some stress. The night of your next visit with Lucifer was a welcome one. When you got too Lucifer's, you pulled him into a tight embrace. He welcomed your hug, but noticed that it felt a little different, a little heavier than usual.

"Well hello to you too! Haha! Hey, you doing ok?" he said, looking at you with soft concern as your released him from your embrace.

"Of course! Why wouldn't I be?" you smiled, trying to hide your stress from the day.

"Oh nothing, you just uh... felt a little tense is all," he said sheepishly.

"Oh! Haha, ya it's nothing. Just a long day. Lots of clients, lots of... you know," you said trailing off.

"Of course! Haha, how silly of me! Do you, uh... need a minute? Do you want to, like, take a bath or shower or something?" he asked, "By yourself of course! I'm sure a minute to yourself would be nice. Plus, I still need to finish up with dinner," he added nervously, he felt his checks tint pink.

You chuckled, you thought it was funny when Lucifer would overthink his statements and felt like he needed to clarify something.

"That sounds nice, I might just take you up on that," you smile.

"Great!" he smiled, "Chose any bathroom you like, dinner should be ready in like 30 minutes."

The two of you part ways as you headed to one of the close-by guest bathrooms and Lucifer headed back to the kitchen. Lucifer had some updates that he had wanted to tell you about from Charlie's meeting with Heaven, but he figured that could wait a little longer. Plus, he was now preoccupied by his own dumb comment.

'"You want to take a bath or shower or something? By yourself, of course!" no duh, you idiot! She understood that's what you meant, why did you felt like you needed to clarify that?! Why do you gotta be so weird sometimes?!' he scolded himself as he made his way to the kitchen. Lucifer definitely had people that would cook for him, but he liked that it gave him something to do sometimes while he waited for you to get there in the evenings.

Meanwhile, you drew yourself a bath and slipped into it. You examined the bruises on your legs and chest from where your earlier guest had bitten and grabbed you. You were normally all for kinks like these, but these feel more forceful, and therefore made you upset to look at. You hid your legs under the water and just floated in the big tub for a while.

You smiled to yourself again as you thought of Lucifer stumbling over himself 'You want to take a bath or shower or something? By yourself, course!' followed by that little nervous smile. It was cute, and it was funny that he kept forgetting that he could just request that if he wanted to. You wouldn't have minded, you honestly would have liked it. He would be so warm and soft, snuggling into your chest in the warm water. You realized you had only ever seen him down to a barely opened shirt, while he has seen you down to your lingerie, for a fleeting minute.

How odd it was, that he had been one of your longest running and most consistent clients and yet, you too had not been sexually intimate at all. It was nice, but also... a little disappointing? Why was that disappointing? Why did you care? And why did you actually like the thought of bathing with him?

Your thought process was interrupted by a knock on the door.

"Uhh... occupied?" you said.

"There you are!" you could hear Lucifer through the door. "Jesus Christ, darling why do I have so many bathrooms?"

You shrugged, "Uhh.. cuz you're rich and its funny?"

"Hmm... That is true..." Lucifer chuckled on the other side of the door, "Anyways, dinner is ready whenever you are!"

"Ok!" you called out, and you started to get ready. As Lucifer walked away, he paused for a moment, thinking about how you were naked on the other side of the door.

He shook his head and kept walking, "Dude, stop it," he said quietly to himself.

A few minutes later, you were out, a toweling off your hair, back in your earlier clothes.

"How are you feeling?" said Lucifer as you entered the room.

"Much better, thank you," you said with a smile.

You and Lucifer sat down to eat, and Lucifer was finally able to tell you about the whole ordeal of setting up the Heaven with meeting the exhausting bureaucracy and drama of it all, and then... the aftermath of Charlie's meeting. Charlie had gone up with Vaggie, met with a bunch of the angels and seraphim, including Adam, the first man and leader of the yearly exterminations, and his right hand exorcist, Lute, and... it did not go well. Charlie had gotten them to start actually start thinking about the whole issue, then Adam dropped the whole "extermination" thing on the counsel, and most of the angels in the room knew nothing about the extermination of souls in hell! Consider the tea, spilled. Then on top of that, the council said their was not proof sinners could be redeemed, and Adam basically declared war on the Hotel.

Well, this was very stressful, but in a way that made you care more and made you forget about your worries from earlier in the day. You thought about Lucifer, Charlie, Vaggie, Angel... everyone at the hotel... You were wondering how they were feeling, how they were going to get out of this. So much for your idea about moving into the hotel. You chuckled to yourself.

"What is it?" Lucifer asked.

"Oh... it's stupid," you say with a wave of your hand, Lucifer gives you a look. You sigh, "Just... puts a little damper on my daydream to try out the hotel."

Lucifer cocked his head to the side, "You were thinking about moving to the hotel?"

You sat back and shrugged, "It was... a passing thought. Nothing serious. I realize that probably would have made things complicated, it's probably just easier this way."

Lucifer studied your face, "Maybe after the next extermination, see what happens. I just don't want you to get caught up in all of that right now."

"Ya," you say, staring off. Your worries returning back to thoughts of Charlie and the others.

Lucifer read the concern on your face, and placed a hand over yours. You looked up to meet his soft smile.

"It's gonna be ok..." he said with hesitation. "I don't exactly know how it is going to be ok, I would be lying if I said it wasn't nervous... but I trust my daughter... and her friends seem to be good people... outside of Alastor," his glared off to the side at the mentioning of the Radio Demon.

He was right, maybe not all hope was lost, maybe Charlie would figure out something. You smile at the face he made, then looked down at his hand on top of yours. Your face shifted in thought in response to something he had just said, "her friends seem to be good people..." Did he really believe that? Did that visit really change his mind that much? That's not what he had made it sound like the other day. You had forgotten about that comment, and now the reminder left you with a bitter taste.

Lucifer looked over and caught your expression, "What's on your mind?"

You look at him sideways, "Do you really believe that? That her friends are good people?"

"Well... as far as I have seen, why do you say that?" he said with worried confusion.

You look up at him, "I just thought that sinners were all violent psychopaths, hell-bent on causing as much pain a destruction as they can."

Lucifer froze, shit did he really say that the other day to his daughter, in front of you and all of Charlie's friends? Yeesh.

He rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly, "Jeez, I really did say that didn't I?" You gave him a slow judgmental nod. He sighed, "I... I was wrong, I shouldn't have said that... I'm sorry... I realized that I have never really taken the opportunity to actually get to know many sinners, and I've passed a lot of judgement on them the last... 10,000 years. They are not like that... you, are definitely not like that... Honestly, meeting you has made me really confused on the matter of how they decide who ends up here entirely."

Your slight distain turned you curiosity, and you raised an eyebrow, "How so?"

Lucifer took a minute to try and find the words, "Uhh, well... fuck, ok... I guess I just don't understand why you are in hell in the first place. The way you treat people puts people I used to know in Heaven to shame."

You blow a puff of air out your nose in a laugh, "Maybe the way I treat you and hotel people, I'm not like this with everyone, you know?"

"Well ya... but still..." Lucifer held back his next question a moment, he didn't want to say anything to upset you. "Can I ask... um... how you ended up here?"

You prop your head up on your hand and thought, being alive felt so long ago. Lucifer waited nervously for you to answer, but he was pretty sure you didn't look mad at the question.

"You really wanna know?"

He nodded.

"Well... I was the oldest child of drug addict parents, who had no right having any kids, spent much of my life fending for myself and my siblings, my parents would not stop having fucking kids and I was basically the only parent for them. I had to do... whatever I could for them, steal from neighbors, stores, random people's cars, anything to get food and money for my siblings. When I was older, my grandmother got custody of us and it got a lot better, but we struggled a lot mentally and it was hard to shake the old habits. She had to knock some sense into me to stop stealing, but I could never get past the idea of needing to be the parent of the house. I didn't go to school until end of middle school, and when I started it was hard, I skipped school, never finished an education. I wanted to... but I was way too far behind by that point, and with so many kids, grandma couldn't get all of us caught up. I encouraged her to focus on the younger ones. I tried getting a normal job, but I ended up meeting shitty people and I get ended up selling drugs and my body to get by. It wasn't great but it made me money. I had bad and sub-par relationships, nothing great. During my last relationship, I was actually starting to learn about boundaries and shit, feeling like it might actually go somewhere... and then I was killed during a bad drug deal," you looked back at Lucifer casually as you finished your story.

Lucifer looked at you with so much heartbreak in his eyes. No pity, no belittlement, no tears, just sadness. "How are you still so full of kindness then? After all of that?"

You smiled, "Partly cuz I can act, but mostly because... everything stupid, reckless, or "sinful" I ever did... it was for my siblings. I always thought that I would damn myself to hell so that they didn't have to." You shook your head, "I sure did damn myself to hell, but... I don't know how successful I was, my siblings always seemed mad or annoyed with me... but... I just loved them all so much."

Lucifer stood up and wrapped his arms around you as you remained sitting, your head at his chest level. You were taken by surprise, but hugged him back, "What's this for?"

He released you slightly from his hug, and held your face in his hands. "If you gave your siblings even an ounce of the care you have shown me, I know you were successful, and I know they will never forget the sacrifices you made for them."

Your eyes go wide, 'Could it... could it be? Could he be right? Could you have saved them? Saved them from the same pain you endured? Could your actions have changed the course of their lives? Could you have saved them from a fate in hell?' Tears started to form in your eyes. 'No. No. No no no no no. Don't cry, don't cry, don't cry, no crying in front of Lucifer.' You rip your face away from Lucifer's hands and wipe your face before the tears fall.

Lucifer ached to see you tear yourself away and wipe your tears. Until this moment, he had never realized how much of a wall you had up, how much you protected yourself, how much space you gave to him and how little you gave for yourself. He knew the dynamics were weird, this not being a normal friendship and all. Those dynamics were starting to make him so frustrated, he just wanted to hold you every night and tell you how much he cared about you... but things were way too messy now. He had no idea how to untangle this, and emotionally vulnerable conversations did not seem like the best idea right now with everything going on.

"Sorry," you say as you finish wiping your tears, "Thank you, really, I mean it. I'm just... not used to that."

Lucifer smiled, "Well... I hope this can be a good... beginning to that..."

'Nice job Lucifer, fucking nailed it, idiot.' he thought you himself.

You laugh, he laughed with you. Alright, enough of that, time for some tv and snuggles. You also remembered another question you had for Lucifer from you day at the hotel. You asked Lucifer about how he could teleport, and asked if the driver was necessary or if he could just pick you up from your apartment for your evenings together. He didn't know why he hadn't thought about that before, he had been worried about people following the car back to his place, or bothering you, and that would make him feel better. Plus, it would be cool to see your place. You guys made a plan for him to just teleport in to grab you in the future.

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The next couple of weeks were a weird mixture of fun and stressful, Lucifer started teleporting in to get you right at your set meeting time and he got to see your place. It was... small, really small, and there wasn't much to it. He made a comment oh how "minimalist" it was, but you just said you didn't need a lot, you weren't used to much, which wasn't completely a lie, but you didn't want to worry him with images of the other girls trying to break into your room.

Outside of that, Lucifer had the added stressors of worrying about Charlie, the hotel, and the upcoming extermination/war with Adam. You would go a visit the hotel crew with him often, but it only seemed to ease his mind while he was there. He started to complain again about struggling a little with sleep, he would fall asleep fine, especially with you there, but he started having nightmares that would wake him up in the middle of the night and would make it hard for him to fall back asleep. You were frustrated that you did not know how to help him with that, but you also knew he could take care of himself. You couldn't fix all of his problems.

You on the other hand... had reached a boiling point with Jethro. He continued to ignoring safe words, become more controlling, manipulative, and aggressive, until one day you had enough. You stopped the scene you were in and told him that he would not stand for his behavior anymore. Jethro did not like this, and you left his house with a black eye, as well as several other bruises across your body, may be even a sprain. You ran back to the Lounge as quickly as you could, trying desperately not to cry in public.

You got into the Lounge and ran up to your room to hide. Luckily, one of the girls you were closer to saw you, and told Larry. Larry texted you, asking what happened and if he could come up to talk to you. You agreed. Larry came up to your room, you opened the door for him to see you in tears, covered in bruises, trying to ice your eye. You told Larry what happened, and he told you he was putting Jethro on your "No Kiss List", banning him from the Lounge, and that he would handle Jethro if he tried coming back in.

You thanked him, he patted your shoulder, and asked if you wanted you clients canceled for the rest of the day. You asked who was left for the day, and the only one left was "Lance". You shook your head, just asking that no walk-ins get scheduled with you between then and now so that you could be ready by "Lance's" appointment. Larry agreed, and left you to your wounds. You had no idea how you were going to pull your yourself together and hide this all from Lucifer by tonight, but you had to try.

You went into the bathroom, ran a bath, played some music, and cried, partly from the pain, partly from fear. You were so in your head from the experience, that you did not do as well keeping track of time. Before long, Lucifer teleported into your room. Lucifer was a little shocked to not see you in your room, but then he heard the music from the bathroom. Oh ok, you must have been just running a little late.

He want to go knock on the door so that he knew you were there and didn't surprise you, but then he heard something else from the bathroom that made him stop. Was that... crying? Was that part of the music or was that you? He waited, the song changed, and the crying continued. That was definitely you. He finally knocked.

You were startled by the sound of the knock, "Uhhh... occupied?"

"It's me darling, I hope I didn't startle you," you heard Lucifer's voice through the door. You picked up your phone and looked at the time. Shit! You quickly got out of the tub.

"Oh! I'm so sorry, uhh... I must have lot track of time. Busy day. Lots of clients. Uhh... I'll be out in a minute!" you say has you hurried to get dressed. Luckily, you had already brought your clothes into the bathroom with you, so Lucifer wouldn't have to see all of the bruises.

"No rush! You take as much time as you need," Lucifer called back, then he went to go take a seat on your couch.

His words made you feel a little better, but you did not want to keep him waiting any longer than you already had. You quickly did what you could to put on makeup to cover up the big bruise around your eye, you could cover the coloring just fine, it was the swelling you were worried about. It had gone down a little, but it might still be noticeable.

Part of you wishes you had canceled on him, but that would have made you sad more than anything else, and it probably would have worried him. That is if he actually cared about you. Errrr... stop that. Lucifer is not like Jethro or the others, he actually does care, at least... to some amount. You just did not want anyone to see you like this, but especially him.

Eventually you finished your makeup and looked at yourself, it would have to be good enough for today. You painted your best sweet smile on your face, and walked out the door.

"All done! Ready to go?" you said cheerful.

"Yup!" Lucifer said, trying to match your cheerful tone, but he was worried. Why had you been crying? Why were you now trying to hide it? Why were you wearing so much make up today? He hadn't seen you wear this much make up since the first few appointments you guys had. He remembered that Charlie once said girls sometimes wear more make up when they were sad because "If you look better, you feel better", so he didn't comment. He just smiled, wrapped an arm around you, and teleported you both back to his place.

You were already more relieved to be back at his place, the stress of the day still held tightly to you, but it was better here. You swung your arms around Lucifer, enveloping him in a hug. Lucifer held you back tightly, softly but firmly. He was so comforting and soft, you wanted to live in that embrace.

He didn't know what was making you so sad that day, but he wanted to do everything to make you feel better. He had your favorite dinner and dessert made, grabbed you your favorite blanket for when you guys would cuddle on the couch and watch tv later, and he was going to find that tv last that you said you used to like to watch sometimes when you were alive, "The Office."

At one point, during desert, Lucifer looked over at you and saw a strand of hair flop down front of your face. He reached over to tuck it behind your ear, but because of the angle, you didn't see his hand until it was almost near your swollen eye. You flinched and practically jumped out of your chair, shouting "No!" and covering you eye with you hand, the other was wide with panic.

Lucifer flinched his hand back, and stayed still. What was that about? You had never reacted like that before.

"Darling, is everything alright? I didn't mean to startle you," he said softly, worry painting his face.

You realize you had misunderstood what he had been trying to do and panicked, 'Shit! Shit, shit, shit!' You couldn't tell what was the greater emotion in that moment, the shame of reacting to Lucifer, or the fact that the emotions from earlier where about to bubble up again. 'Do I try to push it down? Do I run for the bathroom? Shit. There is no hiding it, is there? He is going to find out about it now.'

You start to sit back down, still covering your eye, "I, uhh... I'm sorry... I don't... I didn't mean to yell at you like-"

"(y/n)" Lucifer said firmly, you look at him with your uncovered eye, tears starting to fill up the edge of your vision, "Please. Please tell me what's wrong. Why are you covering your eye? What made you jump so hard?"

You start to breathe heavily, "Are you sure you want to know?" you say with tears in your voice.

"Yes, my darling, I do. More than anything," Lucifer said, standing up slowly to come closer to you.

You look down, breathe, and lower you hand. Now that he was looking right at your eye, he could see how swollen it was under all of the make up.

"Is that... a black eye?" he said panicked. You nodded. He started to put some context clues together.

"Someone did this to you?" he asked, a little more sternness in his voice. You nodded again, the tears were starting to fall. "Someone from the Lounge?"

You nodded, "A client," you whispered.

"Did he do anything else?" he asked, trying to hold back the growing anger in his voice. You nodded. "Can you show me?" You froze, looking down, more tears falling, "Please don't be mad at me, I didn't want you to know, this shouldn't be something you worry about-"

"Darling," he says cutting you off again, "I am not mad at you, I am however mad at the sick fuck that did this to you. And I will worry about you, because I want to. Do you understand me?" You were not used to hearing him talk like this, it was scary, but in a comforting way. His words were growing in anger, but you understood it was not at you, it was for you.

You look up at him to see that his eyes had changed color, basically inverted, black slitted pupils now surrounded by golden irises and deep blood red sclera. They were terrifying and beautiful at the same time. You nodded, finally answering his question, and you started to take off your sweater. Lucifer saw your arms and torso littered with different sizes of bruises and deep bite marks. At the sight of them, horns grew out from his temples and a tail lashed out from his back. Again, he looked scarier, but for some reason, you were not afraid. You actually felt... safe? You had never seen someone so mad for you before.

Lucifer gently and slowly reached out for your arm, trying to make sure not to scare you further. "Is it like this on your legs too?" You nodded. You were about to ask if he needed to see them, when he pulled you into a tight hug. You were confused, but welcomed it. His hugs were always nice but this one felt, even better? All of your bruises and bites started to feel, lighter, and then the pain was gone. Lucifer released from your hug, and you looked down to see all of your marks were gone.

'He could heal too?! Fuck, is there anything he can't do?'

"Better?" he asked. You nodded. "Good, now. I'm gonna need a name and location. Now." he paused, "please."

You hesitated, you weren't supposed to tell anyone who you had been meeting with. But... he had not specifically asked for digression, and he was banned from the Lounge, and it would probably save Larry and the girls some trouble, and... fuck it, it was hell! Who cared!

"What are you going to do to him?" you asked. He smirked with a wicked smile, carefully reached out to softly hold your chin, and with a demonic resonance to his voice, he whispered, "Why darling, I'm going to make him suffer in a way that this realm has not tortured and tormented a soul in EONS, I am going to rip him his own dimension of time and space where he will be able to experience his body being ripped apart, piece by piece, and put back together, over and over again, for the rest of eternity."

You had no idea how to picture that and you didn't care... it was terrifying, but Lucifer's power was fucking HOT.

"Uhh... Jethro Hanson. Big house out in Pentagram city, near the inner city, very bright red, can't miss it," you spit out. He smiles, unfurls his six, big, beautiful wings from his back, gives you a soft kiss on the hand and says, "I'll be right back," before opening a portal above him and flying into it. It closes behind you and leaves you alone, in the dining room.

Your heart was racing, there were too many feelings swirling inside your mind, joy, sadness, rage, fear... lust. God, his full demon form was hot, what the hell? After a few minutes, the adrenaline wore off, and you found yourself on the couch starting to cry again, but this time... it felt GOOD. These tears were cathartic like nothing you had ever felt before, a hard, powerful cry.

After about 15-20 minutes, Lucifer reappeared, the same as he looked when he had left, just wiping his hands on themself after a job well done, as you would after a job well done. Lucifer heard your cries and ran to you, getting in his knees in front of you on the couch and cocooning you in his wings.

"Darling, what's the matter? I'm so sorry, did I scare you?" he said with words full of worry.

You shook your head, smiling and pressing your forehead to his, "No. Not at all. I'm just... I'm good. Really. I'm just not used to... feeling cared about, and... protected..." You choke out, before continuing to sob.

'Shit, shit, ok, what do I do?' he thought to himself. Then he remembered. He retracted his horns and tail, set his eyes back to their normal color, picked you up, laid down on the couch, and positioned you to lay on top of him, your head on his chest, wings wrapped around you. As you laid there, he rubbed your back as you continued to cry. "And as long as I am here, you will never have to know life without that, ever again," he said softly, so softly that you couldn't make it out over the sound of your own sobs.

Slowly, your tears started get get quieter, and your breathing started to slow. As Lucifer laid there with you on his chest, he started to card his fingers through you hair. What a dream you were to him, he had be so cared for by you, and now he was able to give that care back to you. That was honestly all he had wanted, was to have someone to be cared by and for. To have... someone to love.

Love?

Love.

'Oh my god... do I love her?' he thought at he looked down at your soft face. Studying the features of your face as you laid on his chest with this new idea, everything suddenly made sense. The nervousness, the desire for closeness, the way you lit up his world, the way your smile would wash his cares away.

He loved you.

That was about to make everything wayyyy more complicated.

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Reunited

Lando Norris x F!Reader

Warnings: it’s basically entirely smut (fondling, oral f receiving, unprotected p in v, slight praise kink?) with a little fluff mixed in.

A/N: At the beginning of the fic, there is a hint at the reader working in a hospital. In my mind, she is a veterinary nurse (which is what I do), but the actual profession is up to you. It’s not really relevant to the story. Anyway, I hope you enjoy! Oh, and thank you for 100 followers!! ❤️

You turned your key into the front door of your apartment, grinning with excitement to finally be home. It had been a long, 13 hour shift at the hospital, and you were more than ready to be home.

The moment you shut the door behind you, you tossed your dirty scrub bag into the adjacent laundry room. You would deal with that later. Now was time for some R&R.

A shuffling sound in the living room made you freeze. Was it the cat? It sounded heavier, almost like a—

“Hello, baby,” you heard a familiar voice greet you. Your lips instantly curled in a gleeful grin.

“Lando!” You scurried over to him as he lifted from one of the living room chairs and coiled your arms around his neck. You leaned up and pressed a soft, sweet kiss on his lips. “I thought you wouldn’t be home until tomorrow night.”

Lando softly pulled away, shaking his head. “I got away a day early. It’s only a three hour flight, so I thought I would come back home to you.” His eyes glimmered in the low light, but that didn’t hide his pupils quickly darkening as he stared down at you.

“Did you miss me?” you whispered as you pulled Lando close again. You peppered kisses along his jaw, which coaxed a low growl from him.

“Oh, did I miss you?” He playfully mocked. “When I sat there in the car, through every turn, you were the only thing on my mind.”

Lando’s arm wrapped around your waist, pulling you flush against him. His head dipped to your shoulder, allowing his plump lips to smooth down the length of your neck. He nipped at the crease of your neck between each kiss.

“I thought about coming back home to you, to hold you in my arms.” Another nip. “To taste you on my lips again.”

You tilted your head back while a soft moan left your lips. Lando’s free hand slipped under your sweater, and reached up, quickly unhooking your bra. He paused for a moment, waiting for a cue to continue. Ever the gentleman. You smiled to yourself before grabbing his hand and sliding it forward, allowing it to cup your breast.

“Touch me, Lando,” you begged.

And that’s all he needed.

Keeping your breast cupped firmly in his hand, he used his other hand to guide your sweater up and off your body, followed by your bra. He leaned down and wrapped his lips around your other nipple.

“Mmmm, definitely missed your taste,” he growled as he swirled his tongue around your nub, coaxing a gasp you.

Your fingers tangled in his hair as he switched from one breast to the other, showing no mercy to the sensitive flesh. A familiar ache brewed in your core, tempting you to reach down to the waistband of his sweatpants. You began to tug the fabric off his hips, earning a low moan from your boyfriend.

“That can wait, love. I want to show you how much I’ve missed you first.” Lando turned you towards the chair he had been sitting in before you got home, and eased you down into it. He then pulled your leggings and panties off in one go, leaving you completely naked on the white furniture.

Lando pulled his sweatshirt over his head, revealing nothing but his toned chest beneath. He lowered to his knees, leaning forward towards your heated body. His long fingers wrapped around your calves and hoisted your legs onto his shoulders.

Then, he dove in.

He started slow, kissing and biting the inside of your thighs while his hands squeezed your outer thigh. Then, he guided his tongue down your thigh and licked a slow stripe up your folds. He flattened his tongue, repeating the motion a few times while you squirmed beneath him. Oh, he was taking his time with you. There was no rushing. No, he clearly wanted to savor every second of this.

“Oh,” you gasped the moment his lips wrapped around your clit. He sucked in just a little, enough to elicit a moan from your throat.

“That’s my good girl,” Lando cooed. He peered up to watch you start to unfold. “What should I do next? Maybe this?” He inserted a single finger into your slick entrance.

“Lando,” you hissed. Your hips bucked in response as his finger curled inside you. After a few thrusts, he slipped in a second finger.

“Oh, you’re so wet for me, baby.” He placed his lips and tongue back onto your clit, teasing the fullness in your core. You arched your back slightly, that tense pull getting stronger and stronger.

With a grin, Lando pulled away, and replaced his lips with his thumb. He rolled slow, wide circles around your swollen nub, pushing you even closer to—

“Lando.” His name left your mouth in a groan as the pressure finally released. Your mouth fell open and your eyes fluttered shut as you rode his fingers through the waves. His thumb continued its pace, never relenting.

One thing that Lando loved to do was push you. To be a better person, to be patient, and to cum so many times you couldn’t see straight for days.

Lando removed his fingers from your dripping hole, but kept his thumb right where it was. He lowered his mouth to your hole, extending his tongue to lick the sweet juices he was coaxing from you.

“So sweet,” he hummed. He smirked up at you his mouth shining with slick. Your lips quivered as you stared down at him. The sight alone sent you over the edge again. Your spine ached as your whole body tensed with your release. Both of your legs shook on Lando’s shoulders, but he held you steady.

You moaned and sighed as your body relaxed again. Lando studied your every move, the rise and fall of your breasts, your hands gripping the armrests, your jaw slack with pleasure.

“God, you’re so beautiful, Y/N,” he praised while licking your slick from his fingers. He quickly wiped his face, then eased your legs off his shoulders. “You good, baby?” You nodded. “Good.”

Lando stood, sliding his sweatpants and briefs off, his erection tapping his lower stomach is he did. Your hazy gaze landed on the gorgeous site. His toned body, those strong legs. God, he was stunning.

Oh, and that smile.

Lando grinned down at you for a moment before moving to lift you into his arms. You knew he wouldn’t carry you, but he knew you needed something to help with your wobbly legs.

“C’mon, baby. Let’s head somewhere a little more comfortable.” Lando winked as he lifted you from the chair. He snickered a little as one of your legs buckled. “I’ve got you, beautiful,” he whispered as you both made your way to your bedroom.

The moment the two of you were in your bedroom, Lando turned you towards him. He slid his hands under your bare ass and lifted you. He tossed you into the bed, then pulled your ass right to the edge. He stood over you, gazing down at his prize.

“I’ve been waiting for this for six days.” His eyes fluttered closed as his cock twitched. Then, his eyes opened again.

You opened your legs a little wider, silently begging him to fuck you. Oh, and he saw you.

With a smirk, he lined up his cock with your entrance, then slowly entered. His head rolled back and a groan left his throat as he slowly filled you.

“So good,” he praised. His curls fell in a halo around his face and his aqua eyes had gone nearly black.

He gripped both of your legs and pulled them against his sides before he slowly pulled back out, then thrusted back in. He repeated slowly a few more times, getting accustomed to your feel again. Then, he sped up, quickly finding a rhythm.

Your eyes fluttered closed as he thrusted into you. His thick cock slid against every sensitive nerve, making you squirm beneath him.

“You feel so good, Y/N. So tight and so wet for me,” his words trembled a bit, and it was fucking hot. His breath huffed out of him with each thrust.

His gaze met yours for a moment. He licked his lips as he slid his hand down your leg, and up to your clit. A gasp escaped you the moment his thumb found the swollen flesh. His thumb swirled around the bundle of nerves again, a little faster this time, quickly raising the heat in your belly. You bucked quickly against his as he fucked you.

“Oh my god, Lando, don’t stop,” you begged as your body wiggled. Your clit was so sensitive, but you didn’t want it to end. His calloused thumb added just enough pressure, and the friction of him inside you was almost too much.

“What was that, baby?” He teased. He loved watching you fall apart.

“Don’t stop,” you huffed between whimpers and moans. Lando grinned as he halted his thumb. He also slowed his pace, watching your face. You whined at the loss of friction. “Please.”

He leaned down a little. “What do you want, my love?” You let out a little whimper.

“Lando, please fuck me harder. Touch me.” You reached up for his hand and brought it back down to your clit. He chucked.

“Since you asked so nicely.” Lando slammed deep into you. A mix of a moan and a scream left you, and the sounds didn’t stop. He continued the glorious combo, lifting you closer and closer to release.

You moaned and screamed his name, rolling your hips to his movements. Your legs shook against his sides, indicating you were close.

“Let go, Y/N. I want to feel you cum around my cock.” His words, and the feral look on his face, pushed you into bliss. You bucked and screamed your boyfriend’s name as he thrusted impossibly deep inside you. You struggled to suck in a breath, the overstimulation keeping you in your high.

As you started coming back down, Lando’s thrusts started to falter. You knew he always started to lose it as he watched you fall apart.

“Lando, cum inside me,” you pleaded. Lando’s face contorted, his eyes squeezing shut.

“Fuck Y/N,” he groaned as he finally spilled into you. He thrusted into you a few more times, emptying himself into you. Then, he hovered there for a moment, before pulling out and collapsing at your side.

The two of you laid beside each other, catching your breath. You turned to him and took in the gorgeous sight. His eyelashes fluttered over his caramel cheeks, and his frizzy curls stuck out in every direction. His chest heaved up and down, and his muscular legs rested lazily on yours.

“I love you,” Lando muttered, opening his eyes. “And I missed you.” You smiled.

“I love you too. I’m so glad you’re home a day early.” He reached over and pulled you against him.

“I couldn’t stand to be away from you for another day.” He started to chuckle. “Wow, that was cheesy.” You both laughed.

“Yeah, it was,” you confessed. “But you know I love it.”

Lando nodded. He reached up, his fingers lightly toying with your hair. There was nothing else you wanted in that moment.

“How did I get so lucky?” Lando whispered. Your heart fluttered at the words.

“I was just wondering the same thing. Thank you for loving me,” you muttered meekly. Lando just smiled widely.

“I always will, baby. I promise.”

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zackius · 3 months

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Adam SMUT HEADCANON

(It's my first work and English is not my native language, be indulgent and correct me if the grammar is bad lol)

It’s quite Adam with his virginity kink than his general smut headcanon lol

This man has a HUGE kink on virginity, if you're not one he would not really pay attention, he understands that you had fun before him, I mean, everyone’s kinda hot here lol.

However, if you are one, oh boy yes, this man is going crazy

Understand him he has abandonment issues, even if you can't really tell at first, he was really broken when Lilith AND Eve left him for another man.

He just wants to be important to someone and the only one and this goes through virginity.

NOBODY touched you? No man or woman? He's the first and only one who's going to see, touch, and please your body? This drives him CRAZY

You didn't fuck before actually being in a relationship with him, you seemed quite negative about that and he respected your boundaries, he didn't want to rush it all because he loves you.

Nevertheless, when you got officially into the relationship, of course, the subject was going to happen naturally.

So one day, you were together, laying on his belly and watching a comedy while criticizing it: "I fucking understand why this man broke up with this stupid bitch ! Sex is important as fuck ! I'm on his side !"

He was getting angry as always and continued to shout but froze up when he saw your blushing face, avoiding any eye contact with him. He kinda messed up and stuttered "B-Babe that's not what I meant ! Yeah it's important but I'm not a fucking dickhead I can wait !"

You were staring at him in embarrassment " You know, I'm not against doing it, I'm just not ready since I never did that"

Now that's his turn to be red. His eyes widen as he watches you "fuckkk-"

"You should've told me before but damnn-" a smirk started to appear on his face, quite a pervert smirk in your opinion.

You didn't know if it was a big deal or not, you always wanted to wait for the right man and he's the one in front of you.

"Babe we're going to wait as long as your little body is going to be ready for me ~" he purred “Adam !” his arms moved slowly around your hips. His big hands on your smaller body, you skipped a breath

You haven't done anything this night but you noticed that this man was getting horny as fuck. It was not oppressive of course, he would not do that, he doesn't want you to see sex as a burden. Even if he's going to rail you and makes you cum again and again he's waiting for your consent.

So the day you inform you're ready, he's more than happy. He tries to be the most romantic lover possible even if it's quite awkard.

In reality, he just fucking googled how to please a virgin girl. He followed weird tips and put some rose petals on your bed and all. You couldn't help but laugh, he usually has his romantic side but it's not like THAT. It was quite too lovey-dovey but to be honest really cute from him.

he was VERY gentle, very different from everyday were he insult and fight with everyone.

In Adam's head, he was concentrated, he wanted to make it special so you remember that for the rest of your life and from your perception, it was working.

He thought your reactions were cute, "Gnnn, please-", you were reacting with each of his touch. Your body was warm and particularly red from excitation.

But boy, even if he was slow, he wanted to be inside and right now. He was really dominant, you could feel his body and weight on you, your size difference took a part of it.

He touched your panties as he can feel the wetness of it. His smirk appeared again, his breath got heavier. Now it's going to be interesting for both of you !

His touch went a little faster, moving on to your most private parts. He's the first one who's going to see it. He put you panties away and looked your dripping pussy "Ohooo You won't regret waiting babe"

Adam started to lick your inter thigh, humming. Rapidly his tongue found your clit, he licked, sucked and devoured your pussy like he was starving for days and found the most delicious plate in front of him.

And you could definitely tell that, because damn you were feeling pure bliss, your man knew how to please your body. “Yes- sweetie continue-“, you were caressing his head unconsciously

Your pleasure growth, your inside craving him as you moaned his name. You wanted to keep this sweet pleasure but he stopped, you let an annoyed moan from the lack of sensation

He let a deep laugh “don’t worry babe, your cunt is going to be filled and with something better”. You saw his dick and damn you understood why he always was bragging about it, it was massive. “Are you ready to feel the dick of the first man ?” You just let a moan of excitement and spread your legs wider. “That’s my good girl”, he finally pushed it inside of you. You felt pain, it was really big but when he saw you in pain, he stopped and gave a a soft smile.

He kissed you during a time and continued slowly.

It was quite painful but you didn’t want to stop, you were happy to do it with him and were okay with the pain.

However you started to feel some pleasure from it, your hips movements met his. Adam noticed and tried to keep this spot as much as possible. You felt like you were drunk, your head felt heavy “Adam-“

You squeezed around his dick “fuckkk, yes baby- your pussy feel so fucking gooood”. You wrapped your legs around him, scratching his back as he was fucking you.

You started to feel a bigger pleasure growing inside of you. You’re going to cum soon and he knew it. His thrust became faster, at this point you couldn’t stop any moan and just let yourself feel your man. “I got you babe, let yourself go, yes just like that”

He praised you and knew you were getting close “baby let me fuck you right, I can feel that you love my cock, you’re perfect for me “ you moaned as he continued to talk, he also was close “You’re mine and mine only, I’m the first and the last cock you’re going to feel aaah~, promise me that you’re mine oh fuckkk yesss-“

You stared to also praise him, his face went with pure bliss, his blushing got redder, he loved the way you talked to him, praise that baby please he just wants to be a good boy for you.

“Aaah yesss fucking shit, you’re fucking mine and mine only” his last sentence was the start of your orgasm, you felt yourself tightening , a warm liquid blending with his own while he was cummimg, moaning your name and pounding his sperm inside of you.

You were his and he was yours

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Thanks for reading, I hope you enjoyed ! I don’t really know how to feel since it’s my first fic lol

If you have any suggestion with ships and stories tell me !! And also if the voc I used is weird tell me 🙏

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your-nanas-house · 2 months

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Soooo I was thinking Cillian X Fan! reader. He takes advantage of the fact that reader admires him sm and uses her for his pleasure…

I'm so so sorry, it took me so long but I was really really smitten with this idea! 🙇🏼‍♀️

Out with the dog

◇ Pairing: Dark!Cillian Murphy X younger fan!Reader

◇ Warnings: SMUT, Cilly is a perv and bit dark, DUBCON, manipulation, bit mean Cilly (?), oblivious fem reader, fluff, frustration and stress.

◇ Summary: Cillian has company during his daily walk with his dog, Scout.

◇ Note: Sorry for the mistakes and the English. I didn't proof read it... I mean I don't re-read my works normally but I just wanted to point it out this time in case I wrote some shit. Enjoy!!! Also thank you @kiss-me-cill-me for your advices and motivation! 🫶🏻

It wasn't at all what he was expecting when he left the house just to take the family dog for a walk.

The twisted thoughts and stress that had been troubling him all day had become even more insistent with the cool Dublin air and the fall of evening. His mind was really elsewhere when a soft and shy voice interrupted his trail of thoughts, making him realize that he was standing in the same spot, staring at nothing, since a while now.

"Excuse me, sir. I'm so sorry, I really didn't mean to bother you but... I'm a huge fan of your work and—" the voice cracked softly, the younger girl that was standing in front of him looked quite nervous and shy which made him smile slightly.

"I-I-I... sorry, I shouldn't have interrupted you" she quickly apologized, her body telling him that she was going to just walk quickly off... too ashamed of the interaction to actually look him in the eyes again.

"Don't worry..." Cillian started, waiting for her name as he removed his sunglasses, flattering his eyes softly when the dim light hit him. She was very pretty and at least 10 years younger than him for sure, he thought while taking her in.

"Y/n!... Y/n" the young woman revealed nervously, her hands shaking awkwardly, a thing that Cillian noticed immediately and that made him smile a little as soon as she tried to hide it by grabbing into her bag... both hands holding the strap making his breath get bit heavier.

He sure was stressed and frustrated, he thought as his eyes remained on her smaller hands as they moved slightly while she talked... up and down, up and down.

Gosh, he really would have loved to have them wrapped around his cock like that, he was certain that those tiny pretty hands weren't that innocent for sure.

"Beautiful name" he commented with a tiny smile in an attempt to distract himself by his pervy intrusive thoughts. He really didn't need to deal with an article of some random magazine commenting on him walking around Dublin with a noticeable hard-on after talking with a younger woman.

She sure was a pretty thing though, from her hair to her eyes down to her breasts and— he needed to keep hold on himself. What gotten into him? He never objectified a woman like that... it wasn't like him.

He needed to keep going with his walk, clear his mind, regain back the control he usually had and—

"I was actually hoping for a bit of company... would you like to walk with me?... and my dog" the proposal slipped out of the older man unconsciously, as his gaze darkened slowly, his body reacting almost animalisticly... like a hungry predator ready to eat his prey.

Fuck, he cursed in his head, looking away as he waited for a reply from her... a poor way to distract himself from her innocent presence. Poor because the wind was apparently against him as well that evening... blowing her sweet scent towards him so that his nostrils could take her even more in.

The Irishman really hoped silently for her rejection peppered with some tender excuse that could have been true or could have been false... he didn't care much.

But of course, things hadn't been going the way he'd hoped all day so why be surprised when he got a shy yes instead of an embarrassed no.

He couldn't complain though, after the stressful week he had... bit of female company could have been the cure, maybe he was able to do some kind of conversation and focus his mind elsewhere and not on her body... but rather on her brain.

...

The soft breeze started to hit them harder, the walk was going well and the small talk was pretty enjoyable, they talked about lots... changing from deep to light, from silly to serious, from sad to happy.

Cillian was really enjoying her presence, her mature thoughts and her friendly personality. His stress and tension could have flown away if it was for her.... moving lips.

Soft looking, pinkish due to the lipstick she had on and very kissable... the actor could clearly imagine them wrapped around his cock. Wetting it all with her warm mouth as her lips would have painted his bases of that pink— pink, he repeated in his head as his Adam's apple bobbed. He needed to change topic quickly and stop focusing on her goddamn lips.

"What do you think of Barbenheimer?" The Irishman asked, slapping himself mentally for the question.

Just keep walking, Cillian, focus on walking... don't look at her... and her pretty blouse that was getting opened by the wind, exposing bit more of her neckline as it moved the fabric of her shirt as well. Damn wind.

He had reached a point where he couldn't even focus on her speaking, the feeling of being on the edge was getting harder as time passed... he was sure that a little push would have made him completely loose his rational thoughts. And then that's when Scout, his dog, decided to just sprint to reach something... making him loose the lazy grip he had on the leash and make the young woman run after him.

Cillian went quickly after them, his mind trying to stay in focus as he saw her skirt rise up at every bounce she did to snatch the leash for him before anything bad could happen. He was quite sure now that she was hiding a pretty revealing underwear under that modest outfit she was wearing.

"There you go, good boy" her soft voice praised as she kneeled down to pet the dog and take the leash, too busy snuggling with him to notice Cillian's gaze on her bouncing breasts.

She wasn't wearing a bra, he cursed under his breath again, his body too warm because of the jogging, his heart drumming harder against his chest as he tried to calm down and focusing on his breathing... and not her heavy.. panting and sexy one.

When the young woman stood back up and brushed her smaller hand against his to give him the leash... Cillian's self-control reached the end

"Thank you" he murmured in a more low tone as his body started to react at his impulses.

By the way her eyes kept shining as she looked at him, he knew that with a bit of pressure he could have made her do whatever he wanted... but was it really what he wanted? He pondered as his feet made him change the route he normally took when out with Scout, leading the oblivious young woman in a dark alley.

"I agree, things are pretty different nowadays" the older actor commented as he mentioned the conversation they were having, his heart beating even faster as he thought quickly of a plan.

Was he really going to take advantage of that kind fan of him? Was he really that desperate and frustrated?

Questions kept filling his head as his eyes remained on the wet street, lost in thoughts

"Do you do this path every day?" Y/n's voice interrupted the silence, making his baby blue eyes look back at her.

Yes, he was.

"Mhhm.. but I take usually the parallel street" he informed her while looking around to be sure that they were alone. The oblivious and curious look on her pretty face was making him harder than ever, making the uncomfortable feeling become a painful one now.

As soon as the Irishman was sure that there was Noone around he let go casually of the leash, whistling to order something to Scout who... after giving a look at his master headed in a run towards the beginning of the alley, sitting there as a guard. Watching around to warn Cillian if someone would have approached.

A glance at his black dog and he acted, not letting Y/n even questioning him before pressed his plumpy lips against hers as the dark swallowed them more now that her body was pressed against the cold and humid wall.

His big hands moved eargerly to her face and neck to keep her tilted like he wanted so to facilitate the kiss he was stealing.

Her neck was soft and tempting, he could easily leave a mark if he wanted but he didn't had so much time.. so he had to take things faster than he hoped.

As the kiss broke he inhaled deeply, letting his nose brush against hers as his thumbs caressed her skin... he didn't dare to open his eyes and meet her probably wide eyes and swollen lips... his cock was already throbbing and if he did that small action he was sure that the seed he was hoping to shoot in her would have just soiled his trousers.

"Damn, darling" Cillian cursed softly, licking his lips before diving down to kiss her neck while pressing his body against hers in an attempt of finding some friction and swallow her in his lust.. caging her body against the bricks even more.

"Do you want to help me, dear?" he asked softly, stroking her neck slowly as his piercing eyes now watched her carefully, noticing the glimpse of insecurity that was in her wide beautiful eyes

"Bet you want to, hm? Or I could just go to another fan of mine. Bet they would die to have a chance like this, darling... acting less ungrateful than you" he softly threatened in his low voice. His irish accent echoing in her head as he manipulated her young mind.

Of course she wanted to help him, he was her idol and favourite actor of all times... she couldn't really risk it and watch his disappointment towards her. She didn't wanted to be faced by his oh-so famous judgy face.

But the embarrassment and hesitance were there as well... she had a dignity and couldn't just allow him to use her like that, right?

Of course, it was something she dreamed about but was she really ready for that? She didn't even try casual sex in her lige yet. But she sure didn't want him to go to another fangirl and his intense gaze was like a poker face to her... so she was stuck on not knowing whatever he was telling the truth or not.

"I don't have the whole day, darling" Cillian's low voice commented as his gaze shifted towards the spot where his dog was still sitting.

Y/n glances at him again, gulping while trying to silence the battles in her head. She really didn't know what to do, what if it wasn't like he expected or if it would turn out to be a mistake.

"Ok!... Y-Yes, I-I want to help you, Mr. Murphy" Y/n stammered out when the actor started to move away from her.

Her heart beated hard against her chest, making her breath get caught in her throat as her hands started to sweat when he hummed and undoed his pants, pulling out his hard cock without hesitation or patience.

"That's a good girl, get on your knees" his low voice ordered before he moved slowly his tip against her lips, painting them with his pre-cum as he thrusted slightly forward to let them wrap around his red tip.

"That's it... suck" Cillian's voice ordered, allowing to be teased a bit before snapping his hips forward, making her hit her head against the wall and gag around his lenght. "Fuck, love" he cursed with a growl, letting her adjust to him before starting to fuck her mouth till he nearly reached his edge.

The actor's first intention was to just burry his cock deep in her throat and cum there but as his icy eyes wandered down to her kneeled form... and stopped on her clinging thighs the need to feel her young cunt around him became a must.

With a slow motion he moved away from her, letting her breath properly as she dried her spit while catching her breath. Tears already adorning her cheeks... she really was beautiful, the man repeated to himself as a mocking coo left him.

His big hands strokes the soft flesh of her cheeks as he made her get up so that he could smash his lips back against hers, forcing a hungry, toothy kiss that luckily slowed down when she reciprocated it.

Her bare leg was hooked up at his narrow hip, allowing his cock to brush her clothed folds with his help.

He was right... she really was wearing some thing revealing panties, arousing and innocent enough to make him just want to fuck her with them on. His thick finger made its way towards her entrance, curling around the fabric to move it with ease so that it was now half-hugging his lenght... allowing her folds to wet his cock while the panties squeezed it as he thrusted.

His leaking tip kept smearing his pre-cum on her spot skin and onto the fabric of her skirt each time it touched it. The hardness of it managed to gift some attention to her clit as well while his thrusts sped up.

Cillian could feel her juices dripping from his cock down to his balls and the underwear squeeze harder around him now that he was moving them in a difference pace.

It didn't took him much to reach his own peak, his body was quickly shaking and limp against her as his warm cum decorated her clothes. He was too desperate to care or to stop himself so that he could have used her pussy to pleasure him a bit more... not that he complained. He was fully satisfied, sweat was running down his forehead as he breathed heavily against her shoulder as he slowly got down his peak, his thrusts slowing down till he was too overstimulated to receive any further touch.

"Darling... can I keep your panties?... So that I can wash them and give them back to you clean, of course" Cillian casually asked, fixing her hair in a tender manner while brushing slowly his thumb on her swollen lips, watching her panting.

Guess the destiny decided for us... we will meet soon again, darling. Just to give you back your undergarments, of course, he thoughts as he tucked himself back and fixed his clothes, ready to continue the little walk they were having previously.

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cultofdixon · 6 months

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That growling wasn’t a walker

Daryl Dixon • She/Her Pronouns • You can handle just one walker…or a few…or really, yeah. Daryl is in for a surprise • SFW/Smol ANGST • TW: Minor Injuries / Anxiety

Requested by: Anon

“It’s getting late, should set up camp somewhere”

“Go ahead and set it up” Y/N handed Daryl the few squirrels and one rabbit she caught, earning a confused look from the man. “Heard some walkers. Gonna take them out before setting up our trigger lines”

“Smart…just be safe okay?” Daryl reminds his partner always as she gave him a smile bringing herself close enough for him to meet half way for their lips to touch. “Don’t make me have to come after yea” a hint of a smirk peaked out when Y/N playfully smacked him in the chest before heading toward the low growling she heard.

Y/N went a bit further than she expected from where she was with Daryl. The sound grew louder so she half expected to deal with at least a handful of walkers. Nothing she can’t handle. She was starting to hear a different tone with the growling that it started to come off as animalistic.

“Hm…” Y/N kept her gun holstered and readied her hunting axe when it came to the bigger animals.

And boy. Wait til Daryl heard about this

She’s been gone a minute Daryl thought as he finished the fire and half the trigger lines, keeping the direction she went off to open so she wouldn’t trip and hurt herself. It’s happened. He’s learned his lesson.

Footsteps started to come clear and they were heavier than normal if they were Y/N’s. He knows it’s wrong but to be safe he readied his crossbow and soon enough her silhouette came clear. Daryl instantly glued his gaze to the amount of blood on her and tried not to think too hard about it.

“Rough kill?”

“Something like that—-Hey Daryl, have you ever like eaten a grizzly bear?”

That made him look up at her confused stopping himself from making a makeshift grill.

“Nah, be crazy to hunt a bear”

Y/N crouched down a bit to his level as Daryl got a clearer look at the blood on her noticing it was fresh and part of his mind went to she got hurt.

“Would you…say they’re edible though? Never heard somebody eat a bear”

“Anythin’ is edible if you’re hungry—-You gotta sit down let me look—-“

“Cool. I got bear for dinner” She patted her legs as she rose from the crouched position taking a few steps back before dragging a dead bear into view. “Son of a bitch put up a fight”

The man was speechless watching her drag this grizzly bear next to him and immediately sat on the other side taking out her knife about to start skinny when he stopped her.

“Sweets, we gotta get you cleaned up and make sure you ain’t too badly injured”

“I’m not. Just a few scratches and probably a gnarly bruise on my side from getting almost knocked off my feet but I’m good” Y/N plopped herself down and started to get to work, and Daryl helped her knowing if he quickened the process he can access her injuries.

It took a few hours and a bit of convincing, but here they were. Sitting next to one another enjoying some of the bear meat while the rest was wrapped up and hung up to avoid losing the hunt to what was hunted. Daryl finished wrapping Y/N’s arm in the last of the bandage he carried letting her finally have a full grasp on some of the bear meat.

“You’re crazy you know that”

“I’m hangry, let me enjoy this”

The archer rolled his eyes watching her eat and occasionally adjust the bear pelt laid on her shoulders. It was still unsettling that his partner took on a bear, not surprising because she can definitely handle shit but how she didn’t get help or even wanted it.

“Just wait til Michonne hears about this”

“She’s gonna be so proud” Y/N laughs a little to herself knowing damn well Michonne is gonna accuse Daryl of not keeping a close eye on his partner. Because she has a tendency of doing radical things.

Once they packed up and headed back home, Michonne wasn’t the only one to greet them back as she was accompanied by Carol and Aaron who both noticed the bandages and bear pelt on Y/N.

“Daryl, what happened?”

“We brought back a lot of game” Daryl states dropping the bag by Aaron’s feet as he immediately looked inside with a confused look.

“Uh. That’s a lot of meat”

“Captain Obvious over here” Y/N laughs, shrugging the bear pelt off and handing it to Michonne as she kept her attention on her injuries. “Hey, it lost the fight”

“You two hunted a bear?? You know how dangerous—-“

“Ha!” Y/N cut Carol off immediately. “We…”

Then all three of them looked at Daryl with a hint of anger and worry but the second emotion was more directed toward Y/N.

“She hunted a bear”

“All by herself”

“When she could’ve just left it alone” Michonne finishes only to roll her eyes to Daryl’s shrug of a response.

“She didn’t die”

“SHE STILL GOT HURT!” Aaron pointed out the obvious one more time as Y/N sighs patting Daryl on the shoulder.

“They are ungrateful to my hard work” and with that she made her way back to their place. Knowing damn well Daryl was going to get chewed out by the three and she wasn’t going to stay there for that.

#cultofdixon #the walking dead #daryl dixon #daryl dixon x reader #daryl dixon fanfiction #short but I think it’s great

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toomuchracket · 6 months

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in front of a mirror (literal d word (dad) matty x reader fluff)

a little random fluffy moment for promptober day 18! just you and matty and your baby daughter getting ready in the hotel room. enjoy <3

the fluffy pompom on your daughter's hat tickles your already-cold nose, as you walk quickly down the hotel corridor with her in your arms. you sneeze, and lyla jerks in what you think is fright at the sudden noise; you open your mouth to reassure and apologise, but she giggles before you can, that joyous little baby laugh that you think might be your favourite sound in the world.

"oh, you think it's funny when mummy sneezes?" you tease, tickling her little tummy to keep her laughing. "yeah, it is a funny noise, i suppose. but do you know what you're meant to do when someone sneezes in front of you? you say 'bless you'. can you try that for me, munchkin? bless you."

lyla's little face screws up in concentration, an expression she's doubtless inherited from you. "eh ooh."

"oh, my clever girl! well done," you coo, kissing her little rosy cheek as you unlock the door to your suite. "you're so smart, munchkin! you definitely get that from me and not daddy. but don't tell daddy that, alright?"

"tell me what?" matty's voice echoes from somewhere in the suite. lyla makes grabby hands at the sound - again, your genetics.

"that we got babycinos with auntie carly," you reply, pulling off lyla's jacket and hat, then smoothing down her hair as you wander through the living area towards your fiancé's voice. you find him in the dressing room outside the bedroom, sat at the mirror with one of the band's stylists fixing his hair. "hiya! hi, baby. you look good. almost done?"

the stylist answers in the affirmative. matty's face lights up at the sight of you and lyla; it always does, but you don't think you'll ever get over how adorably happy he gets. "hi, my beautiful girls," he says softly. "have you had a nice morning? c'mere, munchkin, tell me all about it."

you pass lyla to matty - giving him a quick kiss as you do - before shrugging your coat off and sitting down beside them. lyla snuggles into her dad's chest, big eyes blinking tiredly as he softly strokes her head. they're so cute in their respective sweatshirts that you could cry just from how much you love them.

matty caresses your daughter's tiny cheek. "is somebody sleepy?"

despite her eyes growing heavier by the second, lyla musters up all the energy she has left to shake her head in vehement denial. all three of the grown-ups in the room laugh at her little curls bouncing, and she grins cheekily.

"i think you might be, baba," matty smiles. "maybe time for a little disco nap before you come out with me and mummy later, yeah?"

you snort. "a disco nap?"

"what? that's exactly what it is."

"fair, fair," you say, resting your head on the tabletop. "could do with one myself, actually. or at least a minute where i sit and do nothing. but it's alright," you stretch. "i should probably start getting ready anyway, once she's asleep."

you try to stand, but matty traps your leg between both of his and smirks. "nope! you're staying put, my love."

"what is this?" you ask, eyes narrowing as you clock the stylist smiling suspiciously too. "why are you both looking at me like that?"

"well, sweetheart, i know how busy you've been lately, taking care of everyone and everything, and i just want to make sure you're taken care of too," matty begins. "so i decided that i'll take lyla for a few hours today and get her and i ready, so you can have a bit of time to yourself to relax…"

"and i'll do your hair for you," the stylist finishes, grinning. "and just pamper you a bit."

the combination of tiredness and the sweetness of the gesture flicks some sort of weird hormonal switch in you; you genuinely start to tear up at the thought of getting a moment to yourself amidst the chaos of tour prep and dealing with both lyla and matty (who's arguably more of a handful than your literal baby daughter). "that sounds lovely. thank you."

matty shifts lyla into one arm and leans forward to wipe your eyes with the other. he pecks your lips, then your nose, making you giggle. "s'the least i could do, darling. oh, by the way, we're also going out for dinner tonight straight after the gig. just the two of us. date night for mum and dad!"

"how have you managed that? who's looking after lyla?" you laugh, almost deliriously.

"the macdonalds. mentioned to ross i was thinking about taking you on a date, and his wife all but booked a restaurant and swiped lyla out of my arms there and then."

"bless her. i'm excited," you smile, kissing matty's cheek. "thank you, baby. i love you."

"i love you too, my sweet girl. have fun getting your hair done," matty shuffles to stand, and you take a second to stroke lyla's head before they go. "we'll be next door if you need us."

"alright, babe."

with a final wink, the loves of your life disappear through the door. you turn back to face the mirror, smiling at the stylist. fuck, why do you feel nervous? "ok. please try and sort me out. i know it'll be a struggle."

they laugh, pulling the hairband from your head. "nah, piece of cake after dealing with your man's hair. and your daughter's inherited it! god help you, babe."

you giggle. "yeah, but they really are cute, with the curls."

and cute in general, actually - while you sit back contentedly and have your hair combed, you smile so hard it hurts your cheeks at the way matty coos and sings to lyla in the next room to get her to sleep. although you can't see them, you can picture the image clear as day; she'll be in her dad's arms the whole time, because trying to get matty to not constantly cuddle your baby is like drawing blood from a stone, and matty will pace around the suite until she fully nods off. only then will he sit down, quietly humming lullabies or just whatever songs are stuck in his head, looking at lyla with the expression of sheer lovestruck adoration he reserves for only her and you.

you actually get to see said expression in action around half an hour later, while your hair is being manipulated and pinned up into a messy updo; holding a peacefully-snoozing lyla just as you knew he'd be, matty moves to lean against the doorframe and catch your eyes in the mirror. "darling - oh wow, i love your hair like that! - i know i said i was going to give you peace, but can i really quickly ask for your input on my fit for today?"

god, his arms flex so gorgeously when he's holding the baby like that. your head fills with daydreams about them flexing like that as he holds you, your hips, your waist, keeping you steady and close to him as he…

jesus, you need to sleep with your fiancé. it's clearly been too long.

so distracted are you by thirsting over matty that you almost miss what he says. "hmm? oh, yeah. black suit trousers? what's your options for the top half?"

"the saint laurent polka dots, or the black silk one. with the short sleeves."

"i love both, baby, but aren't they a little fancy for a half-hour radio show set?"

matty blushes, looking up through his eyelashes at you in the mirror; he's so beautiful it almost devastates you. "yeah, but… wanna look good for you when we go out after. you'll look stunning, as always - i need to at least try to keep up with you, yeah?"

the stylist utters a quiet "aww!", which kinda perfectly sums up your feelings about your fiancé's words. he's so endearing, matty, looking at you all shy and sweet - you're not quite sure how your heart hasn't caved in from the amount of love for him packed inside it.

and yet… your mind is seemingly still in the gutter. "i think the silk one, honestly" because it shows off those fucking arms of yours better than the other one, baby.

"whatever my girl wants," matty winks, before disappearing into the other room again. he reappears once the stylist leaves twenty minutes later, fully dressed and gorgeous in his finery, with a slightly groggy (but well-rested) lyla and what looks like her entire wardrobe in his arms.

you spin away from the counter and your open makeup bag to look at him. "dilf!"

matty cackles, quickly stopping to soothe lyla when she begins grumbling at his volume. "sorry, munchkin, i just get really excited when mummy lets on how much she fancies me."

"it's not as if you don't know already," you giggle, batting your mascara'd lashes, before shifting your voice into something breathier. "daddy."

"not in front of our daughter!"

"later, though? after our dinner date?"

matty sighs, his cheeks pink. "by all means, princess," he emphasises the nickname, and you beam. "now, lyla-lie, let's get you dressed while mummy puts her face on."

"did you just simon and garfunkel our baby's name?"

"you know it, babe."

your turn to sigh. "alright. carry on."

"i shall," matty sits lyla on the table, just a bit along to the right from you, caging her with his own body while he quickly spreads out her outfit choices. "right, munchkin. well, i'm wearing full black, and mummy's wearing…"

"also full black."

"... so i think we should see about putting you in full black too, baba," matty smiles down at lyla, who's more focused on swinging her little legs than anything else right now. "let's see - oh, these little trousers are cool! d'you like these? yeah? ok. this top?"

you pause your motions of putting highlight on to glance at your daughter; she scowls at the offending top in a way so reminiscent of matty you have to bite the inside of your cheek to stop yourself guffawing.

matty nods. "i agree, it's not quite right. moving on!"

all in all, picking out lyla's outfit for the afternoon takes longer than it did for yours and matty's to be chosen; lyla might look more like you, but she's matty's daughter through and through, a stubborn little fashionista in the making. it takes so long for matty to get her dressed - although you don't totally begrudge him for that, because listening to him try to make up a song on the fly about different items of clothing is hilarious - that you're fully ready (sans lipstick, and even then you're standing tube in hand, ready to go) once she is.

you freeze just before you apply the lippy, though - your fiancé's voice rings out a warning just as you take the lid off. "don't you dare do that yet, sweetheart."

"oh?"

matty smiles. "wanna kiss you first, babe."

and who are you to deny such an appealing notion? you nod, and matty kisses you languidly. his free hand comes up to tenderly cup your jaw, and you smile against his lips; it's not as passionate as some of your other kisses, but as always it's imbued with pure love. you're totally content.

that is, until a tiny hand makes contact with matty's cheek, and he breaks away from you with an "oof". lyla giggles, and you can't help but join in - matty narrows his eyes at his daughter, but he can't resist smiling at her adorable little… well, everything. "excuse me, miss, but mummy and i were having a moment, before you interrupted it quite abruptly. which is actually quite on brand for you, to be honest, kid, given how you were... anyway, what is it you wanted?"

he boops lyla's nose, and she giggles again. as the noise fades into little hums, she turns towards you, reaching an arm out and looking at you pleadingly.

(matty's genetics. definitely.)

"oh, my girl, you want us to do a group hug? alright," you coo, moving closer to the two of them so you can take some of lyla's weight from matty. his free arm snakes a familiar path around your waist to tug you round, and the three of you have a little cuddle for a minute or so. you're reluctant to pull away from your family and the cosy little outpouring of love, and matty seems to be too, but lyla quickly gets distracted by something else and begins to wriggle.

as it turns out, the focus of her attention is her own reflection - you laugh when you realise, while matty cringes into his baby's shoulder. "yep, that's my fault."

"well, someone had to say it," you drily respond, looking in the mirror at your daughter's wondrous expression. "lyla, are you fascinated by how pretty you look in your cool outfit? it really is cool, by the way," you turn to matty. "good job, baby."

"oh yeah, you hear that, munchkin? we got the mummy seal of approval," matty cheers, dancing around a little and making lyla - and you - smile. he looks lovingly over her head at you. "and that's really good, because mummy's the coolest person in the world. and the most beautiful, although i think you're giving her a run for her money. but you do have her eyes, i s'pose - those would make anybody infinitely more gorgeous, if they had them."

you can feel your cheeks burning. you've lost count of the number of times matty's complimented you like that, and yet you still get totally lovestruck every time. "oh, shush," you grin bashfully. "i can't take credit for those beautiful curls, can i?"

"ok, true," matty nods. he sets lyla down on the tabletop - snorting as she immediately crawls right up to the mirror - and tugs you into his side. you immediately snuggle into his chest. "we really do make cute babies together, don't we?"

"we do," you say, smiling at your daughter before turning and wrapping your arms around matty's neck. "d'you want to make another one tonight?"

matty's breath hitches, and he tugs you down for a quick, head-spinning kiss before murmuring against your lips. "fuck yeah i do."

#mads muses #mads does writing #literal d word #d word matty #matty healy fanfiction #matty healy fanfic #matty healy fic #matty healy fluff #matty healy x reader #matty x reader #promptober75

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astranva · 2 years

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Smallest of Moments

Word Count: +950

Category: tooth-aching fluff

Warning: none

Summary: The small moments that scream “I love you” between you and Harry.

A/N: this is from a prompt list my love @finelinevogue made me so we have el to thank for rescuing me and supplying me with tooth-aching fluff. ily 💕

“Love” was such a universal word. No matter what language you spoke, no matter what your background about it was, everyone knew what the word “love” was, and especially when it’s “I love you”.

You’d find it written in cursive on vibrant, red teddy bears, on notebooks, on cards, and on wedding dresses, even. You’d hear it in movies, because what is anything but made in the name of love?

There were those who said “I love you”s to everyone their heart beat for, there were those who’d rather show it, and then there were those who said it, wrote songs about it, and showed it altogether—and Harry was the latter.

Between you and Harry, an “I love you” was a sacred promise; one that got renewed like a vow every time you uttered the 3 words to one another, but it was within the intimate moments that the 3 words were heavier than a promise could ever be.

“Baby, baby stop for a second,” Harry would say, putting his hands on your waist before either of you crossed the road and in a second, he was kneeling on the ground, his hands reaching to your shoe to tie your flying shoelaces, making you steady yourself by putting your hands on his shoulders.

Surely enough, crossing any road with your hands not intertwined in one another was foreign to the both of you; Harry’s body always being the one on the side of the cars because: “it makes me feel cool,” he had once said.

It was within a moment of laughter between the both of you and your friends.

“Lies! All you do is tell lies, lies, lies!” Harry would exclaim over the laughter of his friends, and like the saying went:

“The first person you look at when you laugh, is the person you value the most.”

Harry’s eyes instantly went to yours the moment laughter was involved, the both of you looking at one another as you laughed, no matter what the context was, and no matter what the seating was. He could be in the middle of a show, laughing at something a fan had said, and he’d still find you.

It was always loud when it was cold, too.

“Where do you think you’re going with your jacket unzipped like that?” Like a concerned parent, Harry would raise his eyebrow at you before you went out.

“I’m not going to zip it, it’ll ruin the outfit,” you’d reason, looking down at your outfit with a huff.

He’d take long strides towards you, his hands reaching to your jacket as he’d try to stifle his laughter over your pouting face while he zipped you up. He’d lean forward, pecking your pouty lips; “It’s cold outside, don’t want you to get sick.”

“You don’t want to take care of me?” You always teased him.

“I’ll always take care of you,” he’d smile, pecking your lips again, “Just would rather you’re not sick while I’m at it.”

It was gentle and soothing when times were tough.

When you were sad, crying and blue and ready to shut the world out but not Harry—never Harry.

He’d hold you, soundlessly comforting you with the soft hair strokes and the gentle kisses, sometimes even going far enough to crack a bad joke or two that would have you laughed at how bad it was.

His hand would be gentle on your face, grazing your cheek so softly before he’d reach to hold your chin, tilting your head up a little, “Ready to smile?” He’d ask so gently, and it was his voice and patience that would have you smiling a little, giggling and laughing when Harry would make a big deal of it by pretending to faint from seeing you smile, going limp with a smile on his face before he’d open his arms, asking you to take shelter in them.

When Harry was giving a show, it was always a good time. When Harry was giving a show that you were there to watch? That was unmatched.

His eyes would always find their way to you, smiling and shaking his head whenever he’d catch you wildly dancing; spinning around, jumping, screaming the lyrics. But Harry knew that you were always so focused on him during his show that you always forgot to drink from the flask he had gotten you ages ago, kept safe in the crocheted bottle holder around your shoulder and down your side that you and Harry both had bought from a flea market.

It would always be between songs when he’d look at you, bring his hand together to form what seemed to be a cup and tilt it slightly to his mouth to remind you to drink, and he’d always smile when he’d watch you open your bottle and drink.

And it was within moments of fan interactions, and how Harry was never embarrassed nor anything but excited to talk about you.

“How long have you been together?” He asked a couple, “4 years?! That’s how long my girlfriend and I have been together!” He beamed, eyes glistening with excitement and bunny teeth on full display along with his dimple, “What month? November? No, my girl and I win this round. We’ve been-We’ve been together a few months longer than you.”

And while “I love you” was a nice reminder to hear and a good promise to utter, it was always the smallest of moments of it all.

#harry styles imagine #harry styles one shot #harry styles fluff imagine #harry styles fluff one shot #harry styles blurb #harry styles fluff blurb

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dallina17 · 1 month

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okay but first time Em took Vel on a flying date, Vel was probably terrified yes, but just imagine her after they finally land on some high tower and Velvette's hair are so messy it's crazy, and she's like "fuckin hell" but as she looks at Em she calms down because yes, it was fun thing to do, so she doesnt mind.. that much (and as long as nobody would see her)

(also, Em would probably just later take care of Vel's hair <3)

Flying together (Emilette/Angelic Vogue)

“I am not fucking sure about this, Em.”

“Common Vris! It will be so much fun!”

Velvette looked at the sky. How would be flying up there? Seeing hell from so above? The idea kind of made her sick, not having control of what would happen up there, her feet not touching the ground. What if she fell? What if, once up there, she got dizzy and threw up? But it would be a lie if she said that, part of her, didn’t think that the idea was exciting. Be above everything else, would she feel the freedom that flying demons said they felt when flying? Experiencing that was intriguing, but still…

“Let's make a deal!” Emily clasped her hands, giving excited jumps “Give it a try. Just once. Let me try to convince you that flying is one of the best things both in Heaven and Hell!”

Since Emily got her wings back a week ago, she had been so happy. But that meant she wanted to share that happiness with Velvette by showing her how awesome was to fly. And it seemed like this day Emily had made her goal to finally convince her.

“What if you can’t carry me?”

“Nah, I have carried babies heavier than you” Emily chuckled “And, if you don’t like it, you will get to choose our activities for the next month. But! If you like it, you must fly with me at least one day per week for the next… two months!” she outstretched her hand “Do we have a deal?”

Velvette laughed.

“Look at you. Making deals like a professional”

“I have had the best teacher” Emily winked at her with a smile “And the prettiest, too.”

Shit- having her wings back had given the ex-seraphim an extra boost of confidence. And sometimes she said compliments like that suddenly. She should have gotten used to it by now, but it still took her off guard and made her blush like a fucking teenager. And this time wasn’t the exception.

She looked at Emily’s hand, with their deal. She still wasn’t sure about this, but she hadn’t seen her that happy in a long time. When Emily was happy, even hell looked like a beautiful place. Her smile made everything brighter, lovely even. And clearly what would make her happier right now was to fly with her. How could she say no when the fallen angel smiled at her like that?

Plus! She was no pussy! She wouldn’t back off just because flying looked scary! Who knew, maybe it was funnier than it looked like.

“Fine” she took Emily’s hand “We have a deal.”

Emily squeaked and hugged her. Velvette wrapped her arms around her, pulling her close to and sighed. One of these days, Emily was going to be her fucking doom. But she was smiling more, and that was all that mattered.

“So… how do we do it?”

“Well, I think it will be safer for you if I carry you on my back this time”

“Are you sure?”

“Trust me! It will be amazing!”

For her, maybe. Velvette still had doubts, but she had made a deal and wasn’t going to break it now. Emily turned around, so the Overlord hugged Emily's back, wrapping her arms around her neck, and holding on tightly. The ex-seraphim held Velvette’s ankles carefully and slowly spread her wings. Velvette was careful not to touch them or hurt her.

“Are you ready?” she said looking at the sky

“Yes,” she hugged Emily a little more. She was warm, as always “Only if you are.”

Velvette was not, in fact, ready.

Emily was careful not to take off too quickly, but Velvette felt her stomach sink anyway and hugged Emily tighter, closing her eyes as she felt the wind hit her face. Soon, she felt Emily's hands gently on hers, followed by her voice.

"Open your eyes.”

Slowly, Velvette opened her eyes. At first, everything was spinning, but then...

The view from so high up was wonderful. She could see the divisions of the pentagram, and visualize her district, and Carmilla's, and Charlie's hotel. The lights were bright, but the red color of the sky gave it a unique touch that couldn't be seen from the ground. Emily smiled at her and left a soft caress on the back of her hand.

“Where do you want to go?”

Without being able to say a word, Velvette pointed to the sector where one of the rivers that crossed the pentagram should be. Emily nodded and held her again.

"There we go"

The descent was worse. Velvette forced herself to bite her lip hard as she felt how the air was trapped in her chest and how the wind whipped hard against her skin. She was sure Emily was going as slow as she could, but she had to maintain some speed if she wanted to carry them both.

Suddenly, she felt how the speed decreased so she dared to open one eye. They were flying above the river, and she could see the reflection of the two of them there.

She could not help but smile. Velvette looked terrified as she hugged Emily, but she the fallen angel had a big smile on her lips. She liked the image that the water showed her. Simply the two together in the middle of a flying session.

Then, Emily ascended again. This time Velvette just held on tight, but she tried to keep her eyes open and watch as Pentagram City grew smaller and smaller. The air tickled her skin, but the sensation of it was beginning to become refreshing. Smaller and smaller, it was fun to get to the top, and how everything you knew became just a point.

They passed through the entire of Pentagram City. Going up and down, Rosie's district was organizing a party, they admired the territory fights from above, they flew over the Hazbin Hotel and of course, when passing through Carmilla's district and seeing the damn old woman, she asked Emily to go there. So Emily went down at full speed, they passed by her (a moment that Velvette took advantage of to give her the middle finger) and then they went back up. Emily scolded her, but ha! It had been worth it. She had no idea if Carmilla had managed to see her, but it didn't matter.

When they finished the tour, Emily went up again, only this time higher, straight into the clouds, so the city disappeared. Velvette closed her eyes, expecting the hell clouds to cause her some kind of pain but... no, they simply passed through them, and collided with her skin. They were fuzzy.

She couldn't help it, she let out a laugh. Emily laughed too, and the two of them went through different clouds, making holes in the middle. Finally, they stopped, and the fallen angel began to descend directly towards the Vees district, landing directly on the balcony in Velvette's room.

She climbed off Emily's back and clung to the railing, trying to catch her breath. That had been... terrifying, she felt like at any moment she was going to fly away or that her stomach was going to come out. They hadn't done as many pirouettes or somersaults, but she still felt her heart pounding against her chest and slowly... whatever was inside her... returning to her body. That had been crazy, she could have…

Emily giggled, to which Velvette returned to look at her.

"What?"

"Your hair"

That set off all the alarms within the young Overlord.

“What's wrong with my hair?”

And without waiting another second, she opened her cell phone in selfie mode and saw herself. She froze. What the fuck?

This was a disaster. A real disaster. Because of all the wind, her hair was disheveled in all directions. There were strands all over her face, and her hairstyle had become undone. Fucking shit. If she had known this, she would have put on gel or a protective cap or some shit like that. It was horrible. A disaster. If someone saw her like that...

“You look adorable,” Emily whispered, placing a hand on her cheek, making Velvette look at her “I love all the hairstyles you have, but there's something I love about your hair after flying.”

Velvette looked at the ex-seraphim. Her hair had also become disheveled, but it looked beautiful on her. Wild. Free. Her eyes seemed to shine with intensity, the kind that warms your heart. And then she started laughing as she placed her hand on top of Emily's. Fuck her hair, anyway, they were alone in the tower.

“That was terrible.”

Emily gave her one of her smiles.

“Would you do it again?”

She thought of the wind. And how light she felt. It was as if she left everything behind in the pentagram, and that, as long as she was in the air, there was only her. And Emily. Just the two of them existing without anything to bind them. It had been fun even, the way they spun, the feeling in her body once she'd gotten used to it.

“Maybe” Velvette gave her a small touch on her forehead and pushed her back. “We'll see.”

Emily jumped excitedly.

"Brilliant! Because I can't wait to teach you back landings, and circle spins, and V pirouettes! They are soooo cool!”

“The what?”

"This is gonna be great!"

Velvette simply looked at her, still smiling. If she said it would be great, it certainly would be.

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel emily #emily #seraphim emily #hazbin hotel velvette #velvette #fallen emily #emily x velvette #velvette x emily #angelic vogue #emilette #I LOVED YOUR IDEA SO MUCH I HAD TO WRITE IT #sorry it I took too long to respond #and sorry if the writing isn't too good-#ANYWAYS I LOVE WRITING ABOUT THESE TWO #I maybe got a little inspired-#sorry about that

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thefangirlfever · 6 months

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The Monster (a Miguel O'hara fanfic)

Summary : Miguel is hurt after a fight and he needs some help, something he usually refuses, because he is ashamed of his features.

Tags : angst, character struggles with body image, mention of blood, hint at child abuse, Miguel O’hara needs a hug (and a therapist), hurt/ comfort

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« What if I am a monster ? »

These thoughts would usually keep him up at night. He would toss in his bed relentlessly, chasing after sleep, fighting this idea. He was not a monster. At least he didn’t choose to be one. It was easy to forget what he actually looked like, lost in the dark of the night, with his eyes shut tight. But as soon as the light came back, he had no other choice than to face it.

He was a monster.

Fangs filled with a paralyzing venom. Talons that could rip through almost anything. Glowing crimson red eyes.

How could he forget all of this ? Just facing his reflection in a mirror was a struggle. He wished he could go back in time, go back to his former body. When his body was his. If he thought too much about it, he knew he could lose his mind and fall down a spiral of self-loathe and regret he was not ready to deal with. If he ever became ready to…

Any place with a mirror was like a prison for him as he watched his reflection trapped inside this little space. The med bay was probably his least favorite place in all the Spider-society. First of all, he hated anything that could look like a hospital. These places only reminded him of the most unhappy times of his life. There were mirrors on multiple walls and every one of his features was clearer than ever under the crude light of the neon. But the worst was the look people gave him. He should be used to it by now, but it still hurt. He didn’t need to see himself to know how he looked like. Covered in cuts, bruises and blood still fresh from a recent fight, he knew people only saw a monster.

Miguel quickly learned how to patch himself up. With his regenerating power, he could heal faster than anyone else, so he rarely went to the med bay. That sill was one of the rare things he saved from his childhood. Hiding, concealing and maybe one day, healing.

That night, he was standing in his office, watching the screens, looking for any anomaly when he felt a stinging pain in his chest, just above his left rib. He had been hurt badly the day before and despite his attempt to patch himself up, he could still feel the aftermath of the hit he got. Drowning himself in work usually helped him forget his worries, but tonight he couldn’t bring himself to go over this sensation. Carefully, the pads of his fingertips brushed against his rib. He winced at the pain. His face grimaced in discomfort and his sharp teeth flashed in the reflection of the screen. Even in this moment, he couldn’t deny his true nature.

Pain stung again in his chest, stronger and heavier, as if his heart weighed a hundred of pounds.

The doors of his office opened and someone stepped inside. The familiar voice of Peter B. Parker echoed in the room:

“Miguel, have you seen Mayday by any chance? I let her out for a minute and she managed to… Are you alright?”

Miguel was clearly not alright. He was leaning against his desk, his heart beating fast as the sting in his chest spread to his shoulder. His face lost his colors except for his red eyes. He watched Peter moving closer to him in the reflection. His colleague, would he dare him to call him a friend one day, stood just behind him with a face full of concern.

“Are you...hurt?” Peter’s voice was low. He knew he had to look for the right words in this delicate moment. Anything out of place would only make the situation worse. He recognized that look on Miguel’s face. His teeth were gritted and the bags under his eyes were more visible. He looked painfully pale, almost like a ghost.

“I’m fine.” But Miguel’s voice was slightly shaking. He was hurt, he was not feeling alright and yet, there was no way to say it out loud. Something prevented him to say anything. He remembered the last time he got examined by a doctor. In his situation he was not allowed to play victim or present himself like one. If he happened to be hurt, it somehow was still his fault.

Just like when he was a kid.

“You don’t look fine, Miguel. Maybe you should get this checked?”

This will only make things worse, just like every time he asked for help. But, of course, Peter couldn’t understand. He wasn’t there the last time he asked for help and this backfired. That’s how he learned that he could only rely on him.

Peter brought a hand to his friend’s shoulder but before he could say anything else, Miguel quickly turned around. His face was distorted in a grotesque expression while the sting in his chest worsens. He hissed, showing off his fangs and his grip on the desk tightened. His claws almost ripped the metal and he growled:

“I said I’m fine.”

Peter took his hand back and looked at him like it was the first time he saw him. Miguel knew that look, the look of fear. He had seen him a countless number of times on so many things that he shouldn’t feel bothered. Then, why did it make him feel worse that time? He knew that if Peter, or anyone else, saw more of him in this moment, he wouldn’t be able to look at himself in a mirror for days. He might feel like the child he used to be, scared and broken, but his face was one of a monster now.

« Get out Peter. »

Peter could sense that something was off. This wasn’t just about a couple of bruises this time. Miguel’s voice seemed broken and he was almost out of breath. Peter tried to reply ; maybe if he insisted enough Miguel would give in… Instead the man in front of him slammed his hand on top of his desk, claws all out and growled : « Get out ! »

There was not a single sane person who would deny this order and so, Peter left the office even if his mind told him he shouldn’t. Leaving Miguel alone in these moments could be dangerous for his friend, but a more selfish thought surged in his mind. Staying here could be dangerous for him. And so, Miguel was left alone.

At least, that’s what he thought.

Once Peter had left the room, Miguel leaned against the desk, his hands and breath shaky. His head felt heavier and the world seemed to spin a little faster. Something dripped down his side, slowly soaking his suit. One of his cuts had probably opened up. The metallic smell of blood hit him like a punch. His body tensed up as he took a deep breath. “Don’t do it. Don’t do it.” No matter how many times he would repeat this mantra, he felt himself crumbling under the weight of his condition. His knees couldn’t hold him anymore and he felt himself slowly falling to the floor. He rested his head against the desk, trying to catch his breath while hot tears fell down his cheeks. For the first time in ages, he didn’t have the strength to get up and fix himself. Maybe he could allow himself one good cry before getting back to pretending that he had everything under control, when in reality he couldn’t even control himself. His claws were out as he gripped the edge of the desk in a pathetic attempt ti get up, but all he could feel was the cold material bending and ripping under his strength. There was not a single thing he would not destroy in his life, he thought.

As time passed, he found himself wailing on the floor, something he hadn’t done in such a long time. The last time it happened, he was nine maybe and he was lying on his bedroom floor in front of his father, at least the man he thought was his father. That day, he swore that he would never find himself in this position ever again, no matter who or what he would face.

If only he had knew what he would have to sacrifice for that, just to stand on his feet with his head up, he wouldn’t have gotten up that day.

Lost in his thoughts, he barely heard the person moving next to him. Her footsteps were light and the first thing he heard was her babbling words. Miguel found himself conflicted. He should call Peter so he could take his daughter back, but that would mean he would see him like that, shaking, almost feverish, and at his lowest point… Before he could make a choice, the little girl put one of her hands on his cheek. Her voice was just a whisper as she let out a light laugh. Since Miguel didn’t respond, her face shifted to a confused expression.

God, he really hated the Parker. He thought no one could see him in this moment of weakness and of course, the two of them had to be there. But as much as he wanted to bring himself to resent them, he couldn’t deny the fact that this will never reach the level of disgust he felt toward himself.

This must have been the fever hitting him, because when Mayday ‘s fingers brushed against his cheek, all he could see was one face. A face that used to live in his dreams and was now only in his nightmares, screaming and crying.

“Gabi…”, he whispered, hoping his eyes were playing tricks on him. She was the last person he wanted to see him like that. He may have had regrets but at least he felt relieved that his daughter never saw him like the monster he was.

Mayday didn’t cry either, she didn’t even make a sound as she just watched his face. Maybe in a few years she would be able to understand what he feels like. But for now, she just kept a genuine smile on her round face, unable to see what most people would see. And Miguel hoped that in her children’s eyes, she was right, that maybe, he was more than a monster.

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Thanks for reading this story. It's a little different from what I usually write, so I hope you liked it!

#across the spiderverse #spiderman 2099 #miguel o'hara #atsv miguel #astv miguel #spiderverse #fanfic #atsv #miguel o'hara angst #angst

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sister-dear · 7 months

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For the soft fic prompt meme you shared: need me some Raviolink 👀 maybe item 12?

Thank you so much for the ask! You picked such a good one that I had multiple ideas and had to whittle it down to one! Sorry it took a few days, the work schedule did not cooperate with writing.

This did turn out more hurt/comfort than sweet, oops. XD Though one of the other ideas was just straight up fluff and I might write that one too aslkdfjsdf.

Fandom: A Link Between Worlds Pairing: Link/Ravio Other tags: hurt/comfort, sickfic, pre-relationship Wordcount: 1130

Home. It was right there.

Bruised and battered, Link stared up the final incline to his house. Even the large bunny-eared sign now adorning the roof didn’t change the sheer relief at having it finally in sight. Almost there. Just one last push to reach his front door.

Except his legs didn’t want to cooperate.

If only the sharp incline up to reach it, a hill he’d been merrily tromping up and down every single day of his life, didn’t seem so intimidatingly steep.

He’d used up every last potion and fairy in his push through the latest dungeon. It hadn’t been enough; somewhere along the line, whether from infection or some stress-induced illness, he’d started running the hot and cold flushes of a fever and his body just… couldn’t do it.

He’d been forced to retreat, avoiding monsters he’d usually engage with ease as he staggered home on legs that wanted to collapse out from under him. Stubbornness kept him moving, but he’d been forced to pause to deal with the magically generated “knight” that patrolled the road right in front of his house, and now he couldn’t quite get himself going again.

The world swam around him. The horizon seemed to rock back and forth on a dizzying axis. Cracked ribs ached terribly. The severe cut he’d taken to the thigh, before settled into a persistent background throb, screamed anew at the workout he’d just been forced to put it through. Sweat drenched the space between his shoulder blades; a slight breeze caught the damp and made him feel chilled to the bone.

The front door opened.

Ravio, poking his bunny-hooded head out to investigate now that the noise of combat had passed.

Shit. Link still had some items he hadn’t yet managed to buy outright. He wondered if he had enough rupees to rent them all again.

Should have focused more on buying things one at a time than gleefully renting Ravio’s entire stock at once.

“Mr Hero!”

Resigned to soon having a much lighter inventory, Link raised a weary hand in greeting only to have it caught, his arm swung across Ravio’s shoulders. Another slipped around Link’s waist. The support made him feel as though he was a puppet with all the strings cut. Feeling ten times heavier, he sagged.

Somehow, they got Link up the hill and inside. He wouldn’t have managed it without Ravio’s help. He was definitely going to have to pay for those rented items all over again. But at least he was safe.

He passed out the moment his head hit the pillow.

It didn’t even occur to him what that meant, that he felt safe enough around Ravio to trust him while unconscious. A far cry from their first meeting when he’d possibly, just a little, freaked out at a stranger’s presence in his house.

It took over a week for him to recover enough to be ready to set out again.

He rifled through his travel pack for his wallet, ready to count out rupees and figure out which items he needed most, only to blink dumbly at encountering one of said items instead of a half-empty bag. He pulled it out, staring at the little purple ears decorating the top.

Suspicious of a trap, he turned narrowed eyes in Ravio’s direction only to find that the merchant had turned his back and was now very visibly keeping himself very busy scrubbing already clean dishes.

“Ravio…?”

A shift of the hood, Ravio glancing back over his shoulder and then just as quickly turning away again.

“You made it home, Mr Hero! I didn’t need to send my dear Sheerow into danger to collect my property, so no charge!”

Still not quite willing to believe him, Link peered into his bag again.

Yep. All there.

Wait.

He’d used up all his potions. And yet red liquid-filled bottles glittered up at him. They were mixed in with the weapons instead of tucked away into the extra-enchanted pouch that further ensured they wouldn’t break.

Unfinished business itched at the back of his mind. He needed to get back to that dungeon, finish it and rescue whatever unfortunate soul waited, trapped inside a painting, on the opposite end.

Ravio still wasn’t looking at him.

Link wordlessly moved the replenished potions to their proper location. Sealed the pack. Put it on. Started to leave.

Paused, door open and foot on the front step.

Don’t say it. Just take the gift and go.

“...Why?” Link asked.

“Well, Mr Hero. You could say I’ve grown rather fond of you. Not very smart of me, to be sure. Bad for business, so don’t go telling anyone.”

Blinking, Link stared out his front door. The open road awaited, the skies blue and that annoying knight-construct once again patrolling the road right in front of his house.

Link closed the door. He watched Ravio’s shoulders sag.

The bunny hood jerked up at the sound of Link’s boots crossing the floor. Link scooped him up, wrapping him up in the biggest bear hug he could manage and lifting him straight off the floor.

Ravio squeaked. Link set him back down, but he didn’t let go.

“I’m fond of you too,” he said to the air over Ravio’s shoulder, feeling tentative hands coming up to clutch at him in return.

He felt Ravio shifting. Not to pull away, but making little half vocalized noises as if he was trying to speak but couldn’t come up with the words. Finally, even that stopped, Ravio slumping into the hug with a little sigh.

Link’s mind raced. Fond could mean any number of things. He thought he’d be happy with any of them, but some until-now unacknowledged part of him reared up, mentally demanding to know if it was the kind of fond that meant Ravio might be amenable to a kiss, and it wanted to try. Right now.

But duty pressed at Link’s mind. And what if he tried but the answer was no and then he had to leave…? No. No. Better to wait. Give them both some time. He could ask that question after finishing this temple.

With great reluctance, he dropped his arms.

“You’ll still be here when I get back?”

Ravio shook himself, reaching up under his hood to scrub at his unseen face. Was he wiping away tears? Having similar thoughts about things like kisses and trying to recenter himself? Link had never found the presence of that hood so inconvenient as he did now.

“Of course, Mr Hero!”

“...Good.”

Link turned towards the door with fresh determination. He might have unfinished business out there, but now he had unfinished business here, too, and he fully intended to get through this dungeon as quickly as possible so he could address it.

#asks #ravioli #albw #ravio #link #myfic

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professor-amaryllis · 16 days

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:{ A Video file is embedded. Goldenrod Ecological Society, Johto. 4/13/24 2:37 pm. }:

"You'd better be decent, I'm coming in!~"

The voice of Casimir rings through just seconds before the door to the office opens, The fellow professor kicking it open carefully with a foot while holding a glass something behind his back, not concealing it all that well due to it being a bit wider than his torso.

"Are you ready for this? I have- what the hell happened in here? it looks like a storm blew through. And the blanket, did you sleep here?"

Bellamy is looking at least slightly less disheveled, now fully clothed and paused in the process of pulling a brush through their unruly hair. Rather than answer the question Amy instead points at the sort-of hidden object that Casi carries, eyebrow raised.

"Why did you bring a punch bowl into my office? And are you wearing lipstick?"

This seems to do the job of distracting Casi, at least momentarily as her expression splits into a grin as she turns to face Amy across the desk.

"It's not a punch bowl! It's a deal! An offer you cant refuse! Because I'm your boygirlfriend and I would be sad if you turned me down."

With a bit of a flourish (and a little effort, this thing seems to be much heavier that he was letting on) Casi sets down a strange glass bowl on the table, the handle on the top showing its for travel of some kind. Inside is the angriest looking Qwilfish anyone has ever seen, and that's saying something. Her unusual reversed eye markings matching Casi's eye makeup exactly right down to the twin birthmarks under her eyes, something she seems extremely pleased with herself about.

"Tada! See, I got you the Qwilfish you asked for! I picked this one out special, doesn't she look just like me? I figured you'd think of me everyyy time you see her!"

The revelation seems to actually take Amy aback and they let out a laugh, at least as much in surprise as in humor. It takes a moment for them to get their thoughts in a straight line, a few johtonian syllables here and there as they take stock of the situation.

"Casi, I was joking- I didn't expect you to actually catch me a Qwilfish. And it's color, that isn't one of the ones from your program is it? The endangered ones.... Fire ice and thunder it really does look a little like you though..." Their voice trails off a bit as they lean over to inspect the new pokemon, which spins in a circle squeaking as its spikes trail up against the glass. Despite everything its hard not to see the excitement in their expression at seeing such an unusual poison type, their fingers too trailing against the glass.

"Technically she's from a breeding program we do with Blueberry Academy. I think if they're letting teenagers study and handle these guys then you'll do fine!" She laughs, clearly giddy at finally getting to present her gift to her lover.

"Buuuut I didn't do this purely out of the goodness of my heart." To punctuate this Casi taps his fingers against the desk a couple times in a mock drum roll. "I want your Meowth."

It takes a couple seconds for Amy to respond, still looking at the novel fish before blinking a couple of times up at Casi. "..... wait, really?"

"Is that really so surprising? Arlene and I have really bonded! There's a trade machine in the lobby and everything! Please, love?" She looks up at them, obviously putting on a show of pleading.

"No I- I mean yes, I-" Amy straightens up and laughs, deep and genuine, muttering something to herself in johtonian before continuing. "Tenshi, Daarin, I was going to try to convince you to take her home with you. I mean-" they gesture at the cat, perched on the back of the couch and looking proud of herself, "I even managed to get a bow on the frostdamned thing. I thought i was going to have to sell you on this."

Now it's his turn to look dumbfounded before letting out another laugh, sputtering in surprise. "Wh- I thought you just wanted to get her all dressed up!"

The shorter professor looks ready to jump over the desk to hug Amy, but with the large glass container in front of him he seems to think better of it.

Instead he opts to take their hands into his own. First their hands are clasped in excitement, before he seems to take notice of all the little scratches and begins to smooth over them. "We really had the same idea then huh? You endured Arlene's wrath just for me.."

Amy's voice softens as they chuckle, letting out a of a breath and seeming to calm under their partner's touch. For the first time in a while we see some of the tension in them dissipate, a weight lifted. "I would endure so much more for you my Tenshi. Anything you asked."

Casi presses a kiss to their scratched knuckles. "I know you would dear... But you don't have to endure everything. Sometimes I wanna do nice things for you too."

With a few more little kisses his gaze meets Amy's. Despite the professor's best attempt at hiding it, he could tell she wasn't getting much sleep lately. Was the stress of their trip the problem or was there something else? He gives a soft smile to try and keep the mood light.

"So let's use your lobby's fancy trade machine and maybe we can relax a bit before our flight.."

Amy's eyes crinkle with their smile, extenuating their crows feet. There's a softness in their voice when they continue, bringing one lipstick stained hand up to brush back his hair. "That sounds perfect. I've missed that.. I love you."

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loverofcats14 · 1 year

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Slut to Witness~ Lucifer x Reader

You shamefully rut against Lucifer's shoe for being a brat <3

You weren't being the most easy person you usually were today- You woke up late with Mammon and accidentally skipped first period. As you went to lunch you ran past Lucifer and Diavolo as they brushed past you,without a hello. Which Lucifer was iddmeditaly displeased- Then you decided after lunch to skip with Levi in the bathroom. You were going to skip this period aswell until Lucifer texted you.

Lucifer: Mc do come to my personal room for a visit. We need to talk.

You: uh sure but-

Lucifer: Now, don't make me wait Mc.

Lucifer sounded to any normal person like he just was concerned about you, but you knew his words spewed with poison."Well bye bye Levi-" you groaned walking to Lucifer's private room in RAD.

As you were about to knock Diavolo came out. "Ah Mc, I do hope you won't get another lecture haha. Do take care." Diavolo cheekly smiled as you smiled back. You walked in realizing Lucifer was all ready. His face was monotone, but his heavy aura wasn't. You could feel the tension as you meekly sat in a chair.

Lucifer was laying his heads on his fingers that were linked as his elbows were on the desk. He beckoned you to scoot your sear closer. As you tried the seat screeched against the floor. He sighed rubbing his temple.

"You can't even do that simple of a task without making me annoyed-?" His eyebrows scrunched as he looked at you. Truth be told he's only snippy because you didn't pay attention to him all day. But after learning of your unprofessionalism at school he was going to punish you.

You crossed your legs as you unbuttoned your jacket. And felt the death glare Lucifer was looking at you- you tried avoiding his gaze as you squirmed in your seat. "So uh whats up-?" You laughed awkwardly twirling a peice of your hair; looking at the floor in distress.

"Whats up? Hah, you skipped class and almost tried skipped this one with my brothers. That's whats up!" Lucifer eyes pierced yours as you looked down avoiding him. He got up walking towards you each step heavier than the last. Sitting on the edge of the desk he got annoyed how kept avoiding him. Were you not interested in him-? Did you want to date any of his brothers-?!

"Well at least I'm in school right haha-?" You tried looking back at Lucifer but keeping turning your head back. "Why are you acting like a brat?" Lucifer snapped at you. You didn't want to anger him so you kept looking down.

Lucifer's pride was bruised. Not even a human could listen to him. He grabbed your face almost making you almost fall out of your seat. "You will listen to me Mc. Keep acting like a brat and see what happens." You slapped his hand getting up from your chair.

"What's your deal?! Jeez you're acting like I actually hurt you-!" You gruffed going to the door. "Because you did godamnit!" Lucifer yelled slamming the desk with his fist. His eyes were forming tears as you looked back. "Wha-? Lucifer are you crying?" You were shocked as Lucifer huffed looking at you.

"Are you not interested in me Mc? I know we aren't even official but I thought you were still interested." Lucifer sighed as you walked towards him. You hugged him putting your neck in his shoulder. "Of course I am, Im just yours, please forgive me?" You sadly smiled.

You heard Lucifer chuckle has he held your figure throwing you backside to the table. "Humans can be foolish~" Lucifer snickered. "You jerk! I thought you were crying!?" You tried wiggling out of his touch. "You did hurt my feelings, how dare you snub me?" Lucifer mused.

His hands grazed your shirt as you shivered. "Little brats like you should be punished for being so disrespectful." He stepped away sitting on his chair head resting on his back hand. He crossed his legs looking at you with a smug smile.

"Crawl to me." He smiled as you confusingly went down. You crawled to him sitting down. He shook his shoe as your face realized what he wanted you to do. But before you prorested, "Be a good girl and use my shoe won't you?" He sneered moving it to your core.

You lifted your core over his shoe as you slowly rutted on it. The leather patches making it feel thick your clit starts leaking. You felt so ashamed on how good it felt. The friction sending you shocks of pleasure. but you were in no place to protest. "Don't worry I know you act like a whore when you're not around me. You will moan to my shoe you shameful whore, slut." Lucifer darkly smiled. As you started moaning holding his leg for balance as you felt your climax.

Lucifer loved seeing you act like a whore for him. He saw how you looked at him in classes, dress more with cleavage for him. And just seeing you act like this made his buldge bolder. To mess with Lucifer is signing your life away to his pleasure.

Lucifer started moving his shoe shaking it as your eyes widdened. "Ah~ please can I~" you whined as your eyes filled with tears. "Go ahead my slut, cum on my shoe." He smiled as he felt his shoe wetten as you screamed. He helped you get up and made you straddle him. "Im sorry Lucifer truly-" you huffed seeing Lucifer's face soften just a little.

"Don't worry my love, you will make up for it. And you will wear my love marks proudly." Lucifer sadisticly hummed as he bit your shoulder. "Your my slut for me to see~"

#obey me brain rot #obey me smut #obey me brothers #lucifer fanfiction #lucifer my beloved #lucifer x you #smut #lucifer smut

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fandom-imagination-ss · 11 months

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Imagine: explaining to Derek your new recent family drama. Derek cannot believe it

"Eli if you dont hurry up right now! i'm leaving without you!"

Sitting at the island holding your cup of coffee listening to your husband threaten to abandon he's Son at home with you. you smiled screaming out "AND IF YOUR HERE YOU'LL BE HELPING ME CLEAN OUT THE BASEMENT!"

it was your day off and you planned to start doing a deep clean of every room in the house. you do it once a year. getting ride of things that hasn't been touched in a year, hasn't been used and help keep the house less cluttered. Derek was thankful to be stuck at work fixing a Car vs helping you. since he had super strength you made him carry all the heavier boxes.

Eli Dashed out of his room saying he was ready as Derek kissed you quickly goodbye before the boys left you to the madness that is Spring Cleaning.

One closet in the basment in, and you got a call from your grandparents about the Car they gave you in the summer.

your old Jeep finally had it. it was too experienced to Fix up, even with a great deal of having a Mechanic husband. that you decided to sell your Jeep for scraps. well, your Grandparents Heard from your Mom about you being without a Vehicle and they had a Car laying around on their farm so they gave it to you. you Figured your Husband could fix anything. so you agreed. and were thrilled to get a car that was Newer than your old Jeep it wasn't a Brand new car it was before 2015 but you were so thankful and appreciated the kind gesture.

you and Derek were told it was in "perfect" condition. which in your mind. meant it was in Perfect condition! but the moment you started the Car Derek heard a Funny sound and suggested he drive it. home and you take his truck. Derek didnt' want to cause trouble. your family had a hard time accepting him into the family. and after Five years together him and your family were finally in a good space and he didn't want to ruin it. So you took his truck.

Once Home he said you weren't driving that Car Not until he fixed it. the wheel was broken, the Seat broke, the Peddles were stiff, the aliment of the car was wrack, The Key Fob was broken.. but most importantly he was worried about your safety. you didn't think I was that bad since your grand parents said it was in "perfect" condition. Derek at that point seeing the doubt written all over your fact grabbed your shoulders giving you a reassurance squeeze.

"Babe I wouldn't even let Peter Drive this Car. it's a death trap- I'll fix it up. we can share the Truck for now"

the Shop was Busy. it was extremely busy so busy that Derke hasn't even had the time to bring the Car to the Shop to Fix. and having Only one vehicle working while you had work, he had work and having you drive Eli all around. it was exhausting. It was One day I desperately needed to go to the Store to buy milk. you were in the middle of making Cupcakes for a school function and needed milk, Derek too the car and you couldn't ask him to bring milk home cause he was working late. so you figured One little trip in your car wouldn't hurt.

well the Battery was Dead. you were warned before you got the keys that the back truck doesn't open with the "button' on the fob anymore and had to press a Level inside the Car to open the back trunk. NO problem! in theory.. the trunk didn't unhatch after you hit the level. After spending countless hours with Derek Figured. the Trunk level didn't pop it open because the Battery was Dead. so you would just jump star the Car, and get it opened No big deal!

WRONG-O! the battery for the Car is in the trunk... the back seat didn't fold down so you couldn't access the trunk that way. the Only way to access the Trunk was to press the level which didn't work because there was no battery left in the car to unhitch the Trunk. you tired putting the key in the back of the trunk door to see if you could manually unlock it that way but it was impossible!

After calling Malia to get you milk and to help with the Stupid Car. she got it enough power so you could open the trunk. then charge it. when Derek Finally had time to fix it. he realized Even more trouble. with the car. the Random. Kill switch bottom your grandpa got installed in the car, Which you had NO idea why anyone would want a kill switch in a car to Completely make the entire Car dead. Or how he used Duck tape to keep the pipe for the gas fumes up. with Duct tape and how he used Duct tape for the engine.. the Car ended up having Far more problems then your old Jeep. Derek could fix it. but ti would cost thousands. and even then. he had to order in a special piece that would fix having the kill switch option. And Derek figured it would Cost more to fix the car then what it was worth.

Derek being the supportive husband he is would have gone thru all that hassle to fix it up. and spend probably 3 months working on it every day after work. no complaints he knew how important your family was to you. and didn't want to rock the boat.

you However weren't willing to spend that much on the car. that you also learned was in a car accient that you weren't aware of. and that the inside of the Car Door.. was insulation Foam. in between the interier and the metal frame. to "pump out the dent" you were furious that your grandparents would dump this Car. a Car that was complete opposite of being in "perfect" condition onto you. clearly they just wanted it out of their yard and instead of paying the fee to get it removed. decided you could get it. since your husband is a mechanic. you didn't doubt Derek's abilities to fix the car. you knere he coudl fix anything. but the fact of the matter was.. you weren't willing to pay thousands for a old beat up car. that was in worst condition then your old car.

you went to your grandparents first before selling the car for scraps. offering them the chance to take the car back but they refused.

you happened to have found a retired man who had the exact same car years ago it was his wife's favorite car. and he wanted to fix it up as a surprise for her. you warned him all the issues but he said it was worth the time. so you sold it to him. and it was done.

Six months passed and now after cleanign the basement went out to work in the yard. it was Summer and you were sitting in the back yard having a drink after working in the yard all morning when your grandpa called.

"Hey do you have the number of the guy who you sold the car to?"

"maybe why?"

"Oh i left something inside the car and i wanted it back."

you knew personally there wasn't anything left in that car. you and Eli spent one Saturday cleaning it for the new owner and found a roll of electrical tape. when you said you cleaned out the car and found nothing. and he pushed back you should of realized that something was up... you found the guy's number and gave it to your grandpa. saying that whatever it was. even if it was in there and by chance you missed it. there wasn't a chance in Hell that the man still had it. but your grandpa was firm. and you didn't want to argue.

Less then an hour later a Police car drives up and parks in your laneway as you look up noticing it was Mr. Stilinksi . your best friends dad. you walked over whipping your hands from dirt on your pants as you smiled, "Hey mr Stilinksi... What did Eli do now?"

any time you see him it's for Eli. but he sighed heavily rubbing his face, "I'ts not- im here because of you.. did you sell a Kia 2016 Silver car to Albert Plant?"

you walked to the fench that sperated you as you spoke, "yea like months ago? why?"

"Y/n? where did you get that car from?"

"my grandparents. gave it to me in the summer- and I sold it Albert in October why?"

he sighed heavily as he spoke, 'Sorry Y/N. but i have to bring you in."

"What why?"

he softly turned you around as you heard the handcuffs Eli came home just at that time as he screamed what the fuck as you told him to get Derek to go to the police station." he quickly called his dad as you bickered with Mr. Stilinski as you were taken to the police car and drove away. being charged with grand thieft auto.

When Derek answered the call to Eli he didn't expect he's law-abiding Wife who doesn't even Jaywalk. to be arrested for grand theft auto. he said what loudly and banged his head on the truck he was right now rolled under. he cursed out.

"Dad what if she's charged and in is locked up for years? we can't survive without her.. your cooking sucks. and she's Y/n!"

Derek rolled out of under the truck he rubbed his forehead. Malia over heard the call as she asked what the fuck is happening. Derek spoke up.

"Eli- it's just a misunderstanding. you know your Mom- she Doesn't even tag the tags off the blankets cause it's a federal crime. this is just- Clearly the sheriff got the wrong person. i'll go and get her out and if not.. we will just break her out tonight and we run."

"you would do that?" Eli asked Derek could hear the strained voiced from his son that he has been crying.

"yea- cause lets face it i dont think either of us could survive without her anymore.'

Eli chuckled as Derek said he would go over and get Y/N and would be home soon. Once off the phone, Derek cursed out as he got up as Melia spoke up, "Keep me updated I'll finish up here." Derek thanked his cousin and ran off. getting to the police station to see you sitting at a table. across from an officer as Derek spoke, "She's not talking without a lawyer!"

looking up to See your husband. the moment he saw your eyes. he knew. you were furious. you were tensed up as the officer spoke, 'We aren't charging her- Sorry about this. Y/N."

you shook your head, "Not your fault.. it's my Dumb ass grandparents.. Can we GO!" there was no softness in your voice. Derek has only seen you this angry once. and that was when Scott decided to leave beacon hill abandoning a new werewolf. who was created by a wolf who was passing by. abandoning her. and he just left because he's last member of he's "pack" left. and he didn't want to stay in beacon hill anymore. So he left. you were furious you screamed him out on the phone, and then ended up going to the city and screamed at him in person calling him the worst 'True Alpha in history."

being a human you had no idea if that was true. but you were furious and you even ended up pouching a wall in frustration and you broke your hand. Derek ended up taking your pain away as he also took the kid in under his wind. and he broke away from Scott's pack.

The officer apologized again and you said it wasn't their fault again. and you stood up and grabbed Derek's hand and dragged him out.

getting into the truck you turned to see Derek as you spoke, "im going to need you to physically make sure I dont take the truck and Murder my damn grandpa."

"what the fuck is going on?"

you shook your head saying at home. you would explain. when you had a big BIG cup of kool-aid.. you wished it was some sort of liquor. with how furious you were. you could easily down a bottle of Vodka- well a tiny bottle. you dont' drink much . in your hand. getting home. Derek parked as you walked inside. to be bulldozed into a tight hug from Eli. as you hugged him tightly. kissing his head. once settled in the dining room. you took a big gulp of your drink as you spoke, "that car- that they gave us.. that piece of junk car?- remember i said yesterday they called looking for the new owners number cause they forgot something in the car?"

"Yea?" Derek stated as Eli spoke, 'what could be left in that car? we cleaned it for hours."

you nodded your head, 'I said the same thing.- well I gave them the number. cause maybe MAYBE I was wrong. and I didn't think anything weird about it- well they called Albert. and wanted him to Sell the car back to them dirt cheap like a few hundred dollars-Albert didn't and said it was he's and he spent thousands fixing it up.. then my grandpa told Him that he was sold the car illegally and he wanted his car back without hassle since I STOLE IT! from them and my inadpt husband who is- in my grandpa's words. "A incapable mechanic broke the car that badly when you were trying to fix just the steering wheel!"

"jesus," Eli called out as Derek held his palm under the table holding a fist.

you shook your head, 'So Naturally- Albert. who didn't want to give up the car- decided to call the police on Me. and said I sold him a Hot car. he wanted to deal with the police vs my grandfather.. While i was in the cells. Cause they Put me in a prison cell! My grandma. was on the phone with them. on her way to "handle the situation" told them. that I didn't steal anything it was a gift- and that her Dumb ass husband wanted the car back so they could take it on their camping trip they are going. and thought telling the man it was a stolen car would make him give it back.. at first they wanted to hear this from my grandpa- because he's the one in the report. but he refused to talk to the police because he was embarrassed! the ONLY reason I got out was because the car's last owner was my grandma. and she confirmed she gave it to me. and the car wasn't in good condition so she allowed me to sell it to Albert! It's Friday! if they didn't confess to their Bullshit! I would of been locked up till Monday when a judge could of saw me!"

there isn't many times that Derek or Eli are speechless. but listening to this. hearing it all laid out.. He was speechless.. you were finished your drink as you rubbed your face as you spoke, "She listened to him Lie about me being a mastermind thief- heard Albert say that he was calling the police. and then watched my grandpa just curse off being pissy about the car... Not Once did he think "oh what about Y/N!"

you finished your Kool-aid as you Really wished it was Rum. or sometihng that would calm your nevers.. Not Cherry Kool-aid.

"you should calm down- the baby.."

Eli commented as you sighed heavily rubbing your face. "yea- yea.. I " you were about to say you would go to the hot tub to relax. but you can't do that.. you had a list of things you can't do.. and you hated that.. you reached over grabbing Eli's hand. "pick something to order in.. I want a Milkshake." he nodded his head going up to the draw that had all the take out menus as Derek looked at you as you spoke, "we aren't naming the baby after either of them! they wont hear from me that Im pregnant. my dad can tell them- and we aren't Ever stepping foot on that property again! they are Dead to us!"

Derek didn't agree, he knew you would cool down in a few hours., the lastest Monday. it was after dinner. Eli went out with friends as you were flicking thru the channels on the tv. your Phone was blowing up. Derek took the calls. first from your mother, telling her you weren't in a good mindset to talk right now and just wanted to be left alone.

your grandfather called trying to spin the narrative in which Derek said that the police report filed on you Said it all. and that you weren't going to talk to him. he was less polite with him vs your mom.

then it was your grandma- in which. Derek was polite to say go fuck off. he talked to almost every family member on your side. before he gave up and turned off the phone.

you pulled him onto the sofa so you could snuggle him as you wrapped your arms around him as you spoke, "So instead of that big party we planned to have my entire family and yours over at the house to announce the pregnancy- I think we just have my parents and your family. and our friends. A Small gathering... and make it a No cell phone weekend. so my family doesn't Ruin it for us."

Derek nodded his head saying anything you wanted. you smiled brightly thanking him as you held him tightly. at least you could count on Derek to Not wrongfully accuse you of grand theft auto.

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smittywing · 11 months

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FicBit: Jason Todd/Tim Drake

A little rough but it'll get cleaned up in beta. BRUNCH.

Previous parts: 1 | 2 | 3

Sunday rolled around just as Jason was rolling some human traffickers out of Gotham and he loitered in the garden, trying to get blood out of his shirt before going inside.

“Hey.” It was Tim. Jason's chest tightened.

“Hey,” he said. He glanced over at Tim’s bike and the single helmet and said, “No Cannon Fodder today?”

“I'm not sure he's ready for brunch at the Manor,” Tim admitted. “At least not Sunday brunch.”

“Wnat?” Jason protested in mock horror. “You cannot possibly think I - or the rest of this family - would embarrass you, and your little sidekick, too?”

“You? Never,” Tim deadpanned. “But I’m not putting anything past the rest of them. Is that blood on your shirt?”

Busted.

Tim pulled his purely decorative scarf (it was 70 degrees for fuck’s sake) over his head. “Here,” he said. “This will help with both the blood and the outfit.”

“Fuck you,” Jason said resignedly. Being dead was not great for a guy’s fashion sense, okay?

Not caring also didn’t help.

He didn’t fight when Tim looped it around his neck but swatted his hands away when Tim tried to arrange it. “I got it,” he said. Unfortunately he did not “got it,” and ended up with one end unnecessarily long while the other part was choking him. It wasn’t his fault that was where the blood was.

“Okay, come on,” Tim interrupted after another few minutes of arrangement. “Let me.”

Jason held up both hands in supplication because it was fair to say that leaving him to it would keep them outside forever. Tim’s hands were deft and quick and patted Jason on the chest when he was done.

“There,” he said. “You’ll do.”

Dick and Barbara were the only others there, sitting across the table and caddy-corner from each other and were both staring at their phones.

“Hey, when did you get here?” Tim asked, angling for the coffee samovar.

“About twenty minutes ago,” Dick said.

“But not together,” Barbara added.

Yeah, that didn’t sound suspicious at all. They must be shacking up again.

“Hey Little Wing,” Dick added. “Glad you could join us.” He sounded sincere but Dick Grayson had virtually no other setting.

“Yeah, lost a bet,” Jason said, helping himself to some coffee when Tim gave the samovar some breathing space.

“Hi Jason,” Barbara said, looking up from her phone. “It’s good to see you.”

Before he could respond, someone yelled, “OH MY GOD! IS THAT JASON TODD?” and he turned just in time to catch Steph coming at him with a hug tackle.

“Argh.” She was heavier than she looked, thanks to all those deceptively lean muscles - like Tim, Jason’s brain volunteered helpfully, and it took him a minute to make sure he could grab her without any accidental contact that would get his head knocked off.

“What are you doing here?” she demanded, hopping off him and confiscating his coffee. She took a sip and made a face. “The last time you made Sunday brunch was when Alfred pulled a bullet out of you the night before. We *missed* you!”

“We did, indeed,” Alfred says, coming through the doors from the kitchen with a platter of fruit. “Strawberries are still your favorite, I hope?”

“Ahh,” Jason said because yes, but the room was skewing increasingly chaotic as Bruce and Duke came in through another door. “Yeah?”

“Jason! Good to see you, man!” Duke gave Jason a fist bump and walked off with his second cup of coffee.

“What the hell?” Jason muttered under his breath.

He gave up on coffee and got himself a cup of Earl Grey. Alfred was putting waffles on the table - waffles! Wasn't there a rule? - the only seat left was between Tim and Blondie. Jason eyed it warily. He wasn't sure what their deal was now that Tim was dating dudes but it would be really obvious to retreat to the end of the table.

“I'm grateful to have you all here this morning,” Bruce said, unfolding his napkin. “I'm sure Kate and Cass will catch up with us next week. Tim? Maybe you could finally bring - “

Jason felt Tim tense up next to him. Shit. He owed the kid a good turn.

“Dick and Barbie are back together,” he announced, overriding Cannon Fodder's name.

“Oh!” Bruce said, glancing between them like he was maybe being pranked. “Are congratula - ?”

“Okay, well,” Dick interrupted. “Jason wants to know why we care more about who he kills than who he fu - “

“Oh shit,” Stephanie breathed beside him.

Jason reversed his grip on his fork and raised it far enough for Dick to see.

Tim piped up, [something to turn back on Dick]

Jason passed the last piece of silver over to Tim to tuck back in its big fancy box.

“Thanks,” Tim said automatically and then looked up at Jason.”Thanks for real,” he said softly. “I know you were covering for me.”

Jason shrugged. “You were covering for me, too. I didn't expect Barbie to go for the jugular.”

Tim laughed, his eyes crinkling at the corners. He looked young and sweet and *happy* and it was a good look on him. “Fortunately, you had a very stylish scarf to protect you.”

“Oh, yeah,” Jason said, pulling it over his head. “Thanks for the loan. Not sure it's my vibe.”

“Not sure anyone besides you still has a vibe,” Tim shot back.

“Yeah, yeah, yeah.”

“So, um.” Tim scrubbed a hand over thr back of his neck. “Look, I know Dick was just trying to rile you up but. If you ever want to talk about…whatever? I know a guy who went through that kind of thing recently.”

“Yeah? That guy have any wisdom to impart?” Jason challenged.

Tim flushed. “Probably not but he might be able to listen.”

Jason really needed people to stop caring about him so damn much.

“Yeah,” he allowed. “I’ll keep that in mind.”

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tonberry-yoda · 1 year

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Late Night Snack Run - Satori Tendou

Pairing - Satori Tendou x reader

Warnings - none!

Word Count - 1,008

Notes - i kinda missed writing for haikyuu tbh. i just have this list of characters i wanna write for and got tendou! i literally love this feral lil guy and am pretty proud of this fic. hope everyone is well and staying hydrated! <3

You woke up. Again. God dammit.

The moon was shining in your eyes and you could definitely tell morning wasn't coming anytime soon.

Why couldn't you ever sleep when you stayed over Tendou's house? It was never a Tendou problem, it had to be you. But it was just annoying at this point.

You curled up against him, his bare skin warm against yours. You thought it was funny that he only slept in a pair of boxers because he would always just throw off his clothes and reveal his skinny body and seductively wink at you only to fall asleep softly snoring two minutes later.

God you loved that little guy.

You hugged him around the back of his neck and placed a kiss on his chest, making him giggle in his sleep. You couldn't help but giggle too, your nose breath tickling his stomach, waking him up in laughter.

"Dang it, y/n! You tickled me awake!" He grabbed you in his arms and pulled you closer to him as his eyes shimmered from the moon outside.

"I didn't mean to, Satori! You know I can never sleep when I come over."

"I feel like it's my fault... I don't have dad snores, do I?!"

You just laughed at his stupid comment and got out of bed, pulling one of his hoodies over your head. "Wanna go for a snack run, Satori?"

"Hell yeah!" He nearly jumped out of bed, pulling on a pair of sweatpants and a hoodie. "Shall we?" He stuck out his arm to you as if he was escorting you to some ball, when in reality, you were just going to walk to the closest and probably shitty convenient store.

"The moon sure is pretty." You could see Tendou's breath as he talked, the slight shiver in his movements.

"Sure is." You waited for him to lock up and kept your eyes on the sky. Sure it was cold, but damn night time was beautiful.

"Ready to go, gorgeous?" You felt Tendou's hand glide over your hip before wrapping his arm around your shoulder.

"Sure am."

"Damn," Tendou shivered, pulling his arm away from you and tucking them both into his hoodie sleeves. "Didn't know it would be so cold out here."

"I got to cuddle you before we left, so I tucked all of your body heat I stole into this hoodie. It's not cold one bit." You teased, poking Tendou's stomach.

"Hey now! Give it back!"

"You gotta catch me first!" You giggled and ran off, hearing Tendou's running footsteps only getting closer before pulling you into his arms, picking you up.

"Jesus Tendou!! How strong are you?!"

"Just because I'm a twig doesn't mean I'm not strong!"

"That's not what I said." You squirmed as Tendou threw you over his shoulder, still carrying you.

"I play volleyball, babe. I work out."

"That doesn't mean you can pick me up like it's nothing! I'm pretty sure I weigh more than you, don't I?"

"Yeah, you're a little heavy, but still manageable. Plus I just think it's funny."

You crossed your arms as Tendou put you down. You tried to pout, but couldn't hold back the laugh you had. "Dammit, Satori, your face is just too funny."

"I know you're trying to make fun of me, but I'll take it."

Tendou laughed, placing kisses all over your neck and cheeks.

"Okay, okay!" You giggled, pulling away from Tendou. "How about this: If I manage to carry you all the way to the convenient store from here, you have to buy me a snack."

"DEAL!" Tendou sounded way to excited and managed to get himself on your back for a piggy back ride.

He was way lighter than you thought he'd be. "Dang, Satori, you're so little."

"This should be easy, goofnut. Trot!"

You just rolled your eyes with a smile and carried Tendou, not missing a beat.

"You're pretty good at this y/n."

"You think so?" You could feel him getting heavier the further you walked, but you were not about to give up, especially because the convenient store was right there.

"Mhm. It's like I can see the whole world up here too! I love this! Babe, we should do this more often."

"Hell no." You chuckled, adjusting Tendou, the store only like twenty feet away.

"If you run the rest of the way, I'll buy you two snacks."

"Deal!!" You ran with your entire might, almost dropping your boyfriend in the process, but finally making it.

Tendou jumped off of your back and gave you a pat on the back. "Damn, y/n! Good job! You definitely deserve two snacks now!"

Tendou ran into the store, while you were still at the entrance, completely out of breath.

He peeked his head outside of the store and giggled. "Well? You comin?"

You nodded and held up a finger, catching your breath again. "On my way... just... gimme... one sec."

Tendou got impatient and grabbed your hand, pulling you into the store. "Jesus Tendou! Impatient much?"

"Yup! Now pick out your snacks cuz I wanna get back to cuddling."

You just laughed and grabbed his hand, looking around at the store. Everything looked delicious. Especially considering that you had just run with a six foot tall man on your back.

"Pick out whatever, babe I don't care."

"You don't have to do that, Tendou. I was just playin."

"I'm serious. I really don't care." He pressed a kiss onto your cheek and went on his own snack mission.

After a few minutes of searching you came back with a couple of snacks to find Tendou with a basket full of junk food.

"Hungry much?"

Tendou just laughed, shaking his head and took your snacks of choice, putting them in his basket. "You ready to check out?"

You nodded and kissed Tendou's jaw, walking with him to the checkout.

Not often did you guys go out for late night snack runs, but when you did, it was always a good time.

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