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Book Club (Alastor x Reader)

Parings- Alastor X Reader

!!Minors DNI with this post. R-18+!!

Summary- Reader unknowingly drugs tea for themselves leaving them vulnerable in the presence of Alastor

Word count- 5.5k words

Tags- bloodletting, p in v, rough sex, masturbation, crush against Alastor, drugged slightly. First time Reader, bondage, SMUT SMUT SMUT.

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It’s been ages since you could curl up somewhere quiet with a book. You struggle just to find time to be alone with the constant chaos of the other residents at the hotel. So, when Charlie announced at breakfast that everyone was welcome to come to dinner with her father, Lucifer, at his manor you were excited to decline.

You had just been given a new book by Angel that seemed interesting and romantic. Romance books held a special place in your heart even when you were still alive. You could see yourself as the main character being loved by someone to the fullest and that was all you needed for the most part. You never had a lot of romantic experiences on earth and surely not in hell. You did not trust anyone enough to be that vulnerable in front of them.

Well, that is not entirely true. There was Alastor, but it is not like you could trust him, you had the tiniest infatuation with him. He was always slithering out from the shadows invading your personal space. Even though you didn’t mind the close proximity whenever Alastor came up behind you to grab something that was in front of you, he would lean down close to your ear apologizing, “I am sorry for the intrusion, darling’’, only his voice was deeper than his usual charming range, while his tone scratched a deep itch inside your body. You can never help the heat building between your legs when you feel his breath on your neck as he slips away grinning triumphantly.

Every time you felt his presence in the room you tried to keep yourself from trailing him with your eyes as he struts proudly with Charlie helping her with whatever she needs for the hotel but in most cases, you could not keep your eyes to yourself. Sometimes Alastor senses your heavy gaze so he turns and looks at you but instead of looking away he just stares at you his grin growing when warmth spreads to your cheeks leaving you hot and flustered forcing you to break from his stare.

None of this matters anyways it is not like he means anything by it. It is all just a part of the cruel game he plays to find enjoyment in the suffering of lowly demons. You sigh and shake your head, sitting up straighter. Looking around your plate is full while everyone else’s is almost finished.

“Are you okay dear? Your plate seems… untouched” Alastor asks grinning, but his smile did not reach his eyes, seemingly concerned, his question forcing all eyes on you. “Wouldn’t want my little helper to starve now,” he said statically, preceding to stare you down.

“I- um... I am not hungry this morning. I am fine, thank you,” forcing yourself to only look at Alastor for a moment before looking at Charlie. You squeeze your legs tight trying to refrain from thinking about Alastor ‘s back, flush with yours, cursing yourself for thinking about him in that way. “I was actually thinking about staying back while you guys go to dinner.”

Charlie frowns for a second before whipping up a reassuring smile “Oh, that’s okay! We will miss you but sometimes you just need a good RnR,” she smiles and finishes the last bite on her fork.

“Yes, thank your princess,” looking at Angel, wiggling your eyebrows. “I am going to spend the night reading the book you gave me.” You playfully say with a smile barely able to contain your excitement bouncing up and down slightly.

Angel cocks an eyebrow at you. “Oh sugar, I am not sure that’s going to be very relaxing,” chuckling the spider demon smiles not willing to share his thoughts on the book further.

“Reading in general makes me relax I am sure I’ll be fine pretty boy,’ you giggle at the pet name and smile back at Angel who in return gave you a toothy grin.

“If you say so (y/n),” Angel says, picking up his plate and walking towards the kitchen.

Alastor grin softens as he sees how excited you were, hoping you would turn to look at him with the same sparkle your eyes gave Angel. Grin widening further he had an idea.

“If you would not mind, dear, I would love to join you while you read. I have a couple radio show ideas that need to be put on paper,” he asks charmingly.

Just the thought of sitting next to Alastor made your cheeks flush and heartbeat rapidly. “Well, by all means come along, I-I wouldn’t mind the company,” you stutter slightly as the last part rushes out of your mouth, unable to control yourself.

‘How bold of you’, you thought to yourself, bringing your cold hands to your face trying to settle the burning heat you feel on your cheeks. ‘Why did I say that?’ You ask yourself, quickly coming undone when you think about being alone with Alastor. Temporarily unable to breathe you force yourself to cut up some of the cold food on your plate. A meaningless task you thought ‘Why did he even want your company?’

“Very well, dear,” Alastor says as he gets up from his seat walking to your chair, only to stop a couple inches from where you sat, he leaned down and spoke softly in your ear. “Now, finish your breakfast darling.” You inwardly groan as his breath whisps past your neck. All you could do was sink slightly further into your chair and nod.

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You spend the rest of the day doing your laundry coming to and from your room on the second floor to the basement. Grateful for the mundane task you sigh contently thinking over your love life. Why hadn’t you branched out and at least experienced someone giving you pleasure? You always became hot and bothered from reading about love and sometimes lust, why could not you indulge with someone tangible. Your attraction towards these fiction man had overpowered any attraction for anyone in your real in your life. No one ever came close.

Your mind drifted to Alastor, the sound of his voice or his closeness brought a flood between your legs and a small knot of tension in your stomach every time you saw him. It is not like you’ve never felt arousal before, buts it’s never been this strong for someone you could interact with. You shake your head and let out a frustrating sigh, trying to clear your thoughts as you gather up the rest of your last load, making your way back up to your room carrying your laundry basket.

You decided once you reached your room to take a shower to try to clean off the dirtiness of your mind, swearing Alastor had a sixth sense for that, never failing you use it against you to make you flustered.

You take a short shower coming out of your bathroom wrapped in a towel as you make your way to your bed covered in folded clean clothes. Wrestling up some comfortable shorts and a large long sleave-shirt you get dressed without putting on a bra. Why would you? When you were alive that is how you dressed when you were lost in a book, why not be comfortable allowing yourself to let go today.

Standing up off your bed you go to your bookshelf grabbing your Angels book and start to head downstairs to the kitchen to make tea and milk, your comfort drink for reading. When you make your way downstairs in the lobby, you are greeted by the crew getting ready to leave for Lucifer’s dinner.

“Wow, you all look amazing.” Looking down at your lounge wear you suddenly felt embarrassed with how you were dressed.

“Thank you (y/n), you look very comfy!” Charlie smiles as she bounces up and down while Vaggie tries to calm her, giggles some.

You blush looking down to rub your feet together as Angel comes over grabbing your hand, raising your arm up and spinning you around with a twirl.

“Now, this is what I want to be wearing”, you giggle feeling the blush lift, Angel always making you feel instantly better. He reminded you a lot like a friend you had when you were alive, making you feel safe.

“We should probably get going, don’t want to worry Dad.’’ Charlie chuckles as she practically out the door with Vaggie in tow, while everyone is waving and reciting their goodbyes the door finally closes behind them.

Standing alone in the lobby you are left feeling empty, second guessing yourself on staying home. ‘Maybe you should have gone with them instead,’ you shook your head, chiding your own thoughts. ‘No’ you needed this; you have not had a real escape since showing up in hell.

You skipped your way to the kitchen to prepare your tea. After successfully having the patience to wait for your tea bag to seep you poured what tastes and smells like milk into your tea, not noticing the label that fell to the floor reading ‘Property of Angel DO NOT touch’, gathering your book and mug you head to the bar.

You grab a piece of paper and pen so you could write a note to Alastor letting him know where you were in case, he would hold to his word, which you were still unsure if he really meant it or if it was a part of his game.

I will be on the outside patio.

Waiting patiently

(y/n)

Satisfied, you grab your things and make your way to the patio, a place you often came for some peace. You smile when you realize the fading light will be enough to read naturally for a little bit before the lights around the patio will turn on and the fireflies will be flicking just past the garden’s tree line. After a long gulp of your tea, you grimace at the overwhelming sweet taste, placing your mug down on a side table next to the comfortable outside couch. ‘Must have put too much sugar in.’ Shaking your head.

You settling down with your back leaning against the cushioned arm, you stretch your legs out before bringing your knees up close towards your chest allowing space for you to curl up with your book. Before you could start, you hear static in front of you and the air chilling around you slightly. You look up to see Alastor appearing with his shadows fading away around him as he sat with his legs crossed with a pen and pad laying on his lap.

“Good evening, darling,’’ Alastor immediately noticed how your cheek grew into a deep crimson, but that is not all he noticed. Your feet were slightly apart and with the way your knees were placed you gave him quite the view. Your shorts had bunch up outlining your cunt perfectly, your puffy lips outrageously enhance by the middle seam of your shorts.

“Hello Alastor,” looking down you flip your book opening it, holding in a moan since saying his name had influence on you making you clench your core suddenly heat spread between your legs.

When Alastor saw your cunt clench, he almost let out a groan feeling rapid swelling against his pants. How did you have such a hold on him? He wanted to grab your ankles, pull you to him and rip off your shorts so he could finally taste your sweet-smelling core.Tearing his gaze away he sat there lost in his mind before you broke him of the spell you had on him.

“If you’re okay with it I am going to start,’ you say as you flip to the first chapter, you look up and see Alastor’s smile stained. “Hey Al… you are doing, okay?” You ask though before you could start worrying, his smile changed softly.

“Go ahead darling, I am okay I am just thinking though some interesting ideas for my radio show.” You nod, returning your focus to your book.

You and Alastor sat in silence for a while as you read long enough for the patio lights to have turned on. The tone of the book was unbelievably sexual from the first chapter. Graphic depictions of the two lovers sex life were… well it was making you more aroused. The male companion was exactly what you would want in the bedroom. Something you have fantasized repeatedly but you could not help picturing Alastor as the main male character. You being chained and dominated under him, wrists tied to a bed unable to do anything while you were being taken.

Your core ached desperate for some attention, it had become overwhelming to say the least, your cunt clenched over nothing countless time. How could I get this horny after reading this book, it felt unreal, the aching increase and you almost let out a moan. ‘Oh my god what has gotten in you?’ you start to question reality now. Trying to clear your head you shifted slightly drawing Alastor’s attention back to you while your mind was captured with the scene being played out in your head unable to focus on your book.

Alastor’s gaze shifted from your blushing, sweaty face to your cunt that was already beginning to leak with your arousal causing a wet spot on your shorts clearly, the fabric becoming slightly transparent forcing him to know the color of your panties. He felt his cock twitch aching for some friction. All he wanted to do was run a finger down your wet shorts, just to see what type of reaction you would make. Suddenly you throw your legs over the side of the couch, planting your feet on the ground unable to control your shaking legs. Alastor quickly looks down at his notepad afraid of getting caught looking at your cunt rubbing a hand across his face to try to mask his flustered face.

Panting slightly, with your head hanging low you try to catch your breath as the aching became too much. Every part of your body felt sensitive like it was on fire and needed a release. You had to get away from Alastor and quickly, he could not see you like this. Lifting your head, you look in front of you noticing the fireflies pulsing in the distance. Perfect. Unable to think rationally you hop up on your feet and turn to Alastor.

“I-I am going to go um… L-look at the… um fireflies! For a minute,’’ panting you try to regain your composure but Alastor sensed something was wrong, so he reaches out and grabs your hand sending electric shocks up your arm. You flinch and pull your hand back throwing it up to your mouth coving a small barely audible gasp.

“Are you okay dear? You seem…wound up’’ his voice dropping an octave, your core throbbed at his voice wondering if that’s what he would sound like fucking you dumb.

“Y-yess, I am fine” sucking in a breath, you say, “I just need a minute to take a break.’’

It takes everything in you to not run as fast as possible to find cover somewhere you could relieve the heat that was continually bubbling at your core. Finally making your way past the tree line and out of Alastor’s line of sight, crouching down on the fountain in the middle of the garden you collapse to the ground to your knees bracing yourself on the stone edge.

Confused Alastor he picked up your book wondering if it was the cause of your sudden mood shift, peeking through a couple paragraphs only to find a complete description of a couple in an intimate moment. He looked up to where you had gone, a thought peeking is interest. He follows after you staying back some to see what you would do.

Stuffing your hand under your panties, you instantly find your throbbing bundle of nerves and start to rub in circles causing you to moan loudly, confident you were out of ear shot from Alastor so you felt free to let go.

You need more. Quickly you pull your shorts down a little with your spare hand, giving yourself a little more room to move further to your cunt entrance.You slide a finger down your slit and circle around your core getting your finger wet before entering yourself. “Oh… fuck,” you moan again.

You have never felt anything like this before, everything feels more intense and sensitive. It would normally take minutes of fingering yourself to even reach this level of pleasure, but this was something different. Your walls clenched as you go deeper and found your sweet spot gently pressing back and forth, with this you are melting further down, unable to keep yourself up.

Alastor’s grinning face flashes against your tightly shut eyes like it has so many times before when you have touched yourself. You could not help but moan, “A-Alastor…” saying his name made your core tighten and started to spasming around your finger reaching your climax.

“Oh, you have been a naughty little girl’’, you gasp hearing Alastor’s voice behind you. Panting still coming down from your orgasm, you turn slowly facing him pulling your hand out of your shorts quickly.

“OH my, Alastor I-“

“No need to explain dear’’ his smirk widening. “I did hear my name though. Were you touching yourself at the mere thought of me perhaps?”

How did he hear that? Was he standing here the whole time?

Bashfully you say in a quiet voice, “Y-yes’’ unable to hide your lust and desire throbbing from your inflamed cunt, you lower your head hoping he wouldn’t notice.

Alastor’s in front of you in seconds using his staff to lift your chin forcing you to look at him. “It’s quite alright little doe” he leans down at the waist inches from your face making you squirm feeling his breath on your lips. “In fact, I have wanted to sample your taste for some time now,’’ with a strained smile, “All you have to say is one word, and I could help with your…” shifting his staff he trailed it down your stomach stopping right before he reached your cunt. “Problem.”

Shamefully you could not say no so you whisper “Yes,’’ breathing out.

Immediately after you respond he’s pressing his lips to yours, licking his tongue at your bottom lip you, asking for permission before proceeding. You moan against his lips finding yourself lost as he enters your mouth as his tongue searches yours, teeth lightly nipping at your bottle lip.

Your body lights up in that moment, you lean forward and wrap your hands around his neck pulling him closer as you rake your fingers though his hair. Stifling a moan, air whips around both of you, next thing you know, you find yourself on top of something soft. Your head starts to swarm, and your body starts to heat up just like before, telling you it needed to be touched.

You break the kiss and lean your head back, breathing out as Alastor trails kisses down your jawline stopping before latching on to a sensitive spot. “Alastor… please I need…” You voice catching when he drags a claw down your side until he reaches the hem of your shirt. You shudder as his hand moves under slowly and slides up over your bare rib cage before stopping just under your breast.

‘’You need what, (y/n), be a good girl and use your words.” His hand moves up cupping your breast and runs a finger over your hard nipple making you moan and lean back forcing him to straddle one of your thighs with his knee pressed up against your cunt. You grind yourself against his leg, groaning as your eyes cloud with lust at the much-needed friction.

“T-touched. I need to be touched more.’’ It was all you could make out before Alastor rubs circles around your nipple making you shiver all over.

“As you wish my sweet girl.” Alastor snaps and you are laying there completely bare in front of him. You let out a yelp and instinctively try to cover your mound with your hands before you could reach green chains appeared around your wrist pulling them over your head. You whine and try to close your legs even though it was helpless since his thigh was still pressed against you.

“N-no one has ever seen…’’ you stop for a second so you would not sound dirty. ‘’Me before,” your face starts to burn in embarrassment. Alastor notices and trails his claws up your neck grasping your jaw to make you stare at him though half-lidded eyes.

“Ill be gentle my sweet,’’ with that you nod allowing your legs to open wide letting Alastor have a full look at your glistening cunt. You hear his suck in a deep breath before lowly saying “You are perfect, and this is all mine to enjoy, no one else has even glimpsed at you.” He groans closing his eyes at the thought, using his spare hand and slides a finger though your slick folds, you hike your hips against his finger at the instant pleasure. “How far have gone before?” It takes you a second to respond, all you could focus was Alastor’s fingers gingerly touching your entrance. You glare at him for a second after registering what he said.

“I’ve taken more than just my fingers Alastor,’’ you say faking anger. “Just not with anyone real.”

In response to this Alastor’s thrusts his finger into you, curling up and presses down causing you to moan loudly at the sudden pressure on your sweet spot. His finger pumping faster as he adds another digit inflicting your walls to pulse over his fingers.

His eyes shift to yours full of desire and command, “What have you used on yourself then?” Alastor’s eyes dart down to your cunt pressing his thumb against your clit, circling slowly.

You jolt your waist up your whole body flares with heat. “A toy!” you practically yell in pleasure. Commanding your breath to return you say, “A six-inch p-plastic toy” tears forming in your eyes, choking more words out. “It was all I could manage.” You whisper, tears spilling over to the sides of your face, falling into your hairline.

His grip gets tighter making his claws dig into your inner thigh, forcing small droplets of blood to rise to the surface. You wince at the pain, but surprisingly it increases your pleasure, making you rut your hips further on his fingers. Alastor moans while chuckling. “So, you do like pain too…” Gliding a third finger into your heat. “Oh, darling you are going to have to take more than six inches.”

Your brain goes into over-drive as you start to feel pressure building in your lower stomach “Alastor please I need more” begging as more tears fall.

‘’Mmh, good girl. I want you to want me and me only, by the time we are done you are going to beg for me to stop.” He leans over your chest and takes a nipple in his warm mouth biting just enough to inflict pain, but he quickly runs his tongue in a circle causing you to moan his name. “Oh, you’re so reactive, every touch so far. I can’t wait to hear more of your precious sounds.”

“T-that’s new…I’ve never felt like this before, the intense heat feels so.” You voice trailed off as Alastor leads kisses up your neck, he brings up his bloody claws up to his mouth, taking a taste. He groans loudly closing his eyes at the taste of your blood. You watch him open his eyes franticly looking at you with a need for more, your words fall out of your mouth. “Un-natural.”

Alastor kisses your neck and nicks the soft skin, lapping up your blood feverishly. Your walls tighten around his fingers, feeling yourself close with an orgasm. Right before you get your release, he pulls his fingers out of your cunt, bringing them to his mouth he licks one digit clean before bringing them to your lips forcing them open. You lap up your own juices on his fingers making Alastor moan. Shutting your eyes as he sucks harder on your neck trying to draw out more blood. You hear his buckle coming undone as Alastor takes his fingers out of your mouth, in an instant he is fully undressed.

You open your eyes at the touch of Alastor’s cock gently tapping your clit. You look him up and down, your eyes tracing his chest. Surprised to see a puffy patch of black and red hair, thinning out as it reaches his stomach leaving a happy trial of red leading down to his cock. You are left breathless as you gawk at the sheer size of him alone. Your eyes dart up and he's looking down at you with a mischievous grin as he slides the tip of his cock down your slit getting himself lubricated with your juices, stopping just before entering your heat.

You fiddle with the chains restricting your movement and you whine, wiggling your hands. “Please Alastor, came I have my hands back, I want to touch you.” Moaning as he presses the tip of his cock into your cunt. You squeeze your eyes shut at the intrusion that came along with a burning sensation around your tight ring.

“Oh, darling I think not. I happen to look though your book earlier, and it included bondage little doe.” His voice dropping the way you always fantasize over. Alastor gives you a moment to acclimate to his size before pressing further into you slowly, “and domination,’’ he says as he magically pulls the chains tighter. You gasp as he fills you more, filling you to the point you thought you were going to burst, you clench down hard around Alastor shaft resulting in his cock twitching inside you. Alastor moans and presses a hand on your lower stomach right over your uterus making you gasp not knowing that pressure would give you such an intense pleasure. “Just relax, you going to take all of me.” Alastor growls saying the last part as he reaches under one of your knees lifting it over his shoulder, pressing forward when he feels you ease up around his cock.

You bite your lip hard trying to hold in a moan, enough to break the skin making your mouth fill up with the taste of iron. Some of the blood pooling around your mouth before falling slowly down your chin dripping on to your chest.

Alastor looks down at you with lust filled eyes widening at the sight of your blood. You could see his composer failing, so you take your tongue and wipe it across your lip sucking in the blood you had on your lips. That sets something off in Alastor as he plunges the rest of his length flush with your hips. Surprised at the feeling of being completely filled and the force of the thrust you yelp in pleasure as his cock twitch against your cervix. Your cunt spasms around his perfectly snug cock making you shudder.

Nothing has ever been inside you this deep before causing our cunt to burn as his cock stretches you beyond the breaking point, well past the three-inch girth of your previous toy.

Straining against the chains you whisper breathlessly,” oh Alastor please move. I need more” you beg, grinding against his cock.

“You are taking my cock like a good girl.” Alastor coos as he pulls back his hips pulling out enough to still have his tip buried inside you and thrust softly so you can get used to the movement. Moaning, you arch your back at the sensation of his cock pushing though your gummy walls.

“Alastor,’ you growl pulling on the chains even though they dig into your skin leaving your wrists raw and red. “You don’t need to be gentle with me” sucking in your breath as he slides slowly into your cunt again. “I can take it.’

“Don’t worry little doe you’ll get what you’re asking for,” thrusting into you with more force before he starts to take a brutal pace bruising your cervix each time, he pounds into you. Your vison starts to blacken around the edges as you are quickly approaching your release. Alastor grabs your other knee and forcing them to your chest gaining an angle that allows him to fuck you deeper. You could not hear yourself anymore for your mind was overloading with the pleasure he was encouraging and fucking into you.

“Al-Alastor, Alastor… oh my s-stars. Alastor please.” You moan his name like a chant over again sometimes you could not make yourself speak but continued saying Alastor’s name in your head. Alastor lowers your legs and raises your hips higher making him hit your g-spot with each thrust. “Please d-don’t stop” you beg, rolling your hips trying to match Alastor’s speed feeling the coil at your core tighten further making your walls clench down in return Alastor moans at your sudden tightness.

“Good girl, beg for my cock to make you cum” you shudder as he rapidly increases his pounding.

“P-please Al-Alastor I n-need t-to cum’’ you sob stumbling though your words from the roughness and speed he was fucking you at.

“Yes, doe, cum on my cock. Show me how much you want it.” Alastor leans down and kisses your collarbone and he bites hard leaving an outline of his teeth without breaking the skin.

The chains disappearing around your wrists, he slips his hands under your each of your arms pulling you up, wrapping his arms around your shoulders, latching on to your neck sucking so hard blood rises to the surface just under the skin.

‘’Bite me’’ you whine and slamming your hips against him, grinding on his cock. Wrapping your arms around his neck running your fingers through his hair before you reach his growing antlers, you grasp the for some support forcing Alastor’s thrust to sputter when your made contact with them.

Alastor bites down on to your shoulder, pain knocking the breath out of you as he breaks the skin but not enough to tear around his teeth. He pulls back for a moment to watch the dark red blood rise and bubble over before any bit had a chance to drip, his mouth cupped around the bite mark, the sweet liquid flooding into his mouth. Alastor’s body starts to react to the blood fucking you harder he starts to feel you tremble as your body tightens.

Your orgasm rakes though your body with such power you start to go limp, your walls pulsing around Alastor’s cock. He releases your shoulder with a pop and groans as you milk his cock making him reach his climax, sputtering thick chains of warm seed into your womb. You let out a whimper as he slows his thrusts before thrusting into one more time resting his already softening cock inside your heat not wanting to leave.

Alastor lowers your upper half back onto the bed and stares at your weak twitching body. Adoring the way you looked, shoulder oozed slowly, lip ripped and completely fuck dumb. You sigh in contentment as you raise your hands and rub your face smiling, looking up at Alastor, his face reflecting the one you had.

With one last thrust he pulls out of taking a moment to watch his seed leak out, groaning satisfied he conjures up a warm wet rag, cleaning you up as your eyes flutter shut still trying to catch your breath.

Chuckling, Alastor tosses the rag near the end of the bed he leans over your bloody body and press a soft kiss on your lips feeling your smile grow against his.

‘’I am yours; I don’t want anyone else,” you whisper softly opening your eyes to gage how he would respond.

With Alastor’s face so close to your he leans down planting another kiss on your lips and says, “So you will be, mine for the taking.” He settles down next to you and pulls you up to his chest resting your face against his chest. You sink your hands in the puff of fur and close your eyes drifting off to sleep as you listen to Alastor hum a song from his time.

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Later that evening you go back down to the kitchen to rinse out your coffee mug and see a thin piece of paper on the ground near the fridge. Reading it you immediately you text Angel.

(y/n): Angel was this on a clear jug with milk in it.

Angel: Yes, it was can you tape it back to the jug, I don’t want someone to get drugged. <3

(y/n): Drugged with what?

Angel: A drug that makes sex feel more intense, Val gave it to me to use for the next shoot, something about having bigger, better reactions.

You quickly make your way to Alastor’s room not bothering to knock you barge in and announce, “I was DRUGGED, my tea was spiked.” You proceed to show your messages to Alastor and explained you had used the drugged milk in your tea.

Alastor looks at you with a mischievous smile and says, “Well I guess we have to do it again to be sure you know exactly what I gave you tonight.”

You couldn’t help the heat that burned your cunt at the thought of fucking Alastor again.

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A/N- This is my first time writing a fanfic and having the courage to post it, I hope it’s okay!! Request are open I’ll be posting the parameters later but feel free to ask! Feel free to voice your opinion <3 Thank you for reading

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Lesson of Rejection

Summary: You are a princess, and as a princess, you don't take rejection well. When your top guard does reject you, its only natural you teach him a lesson.

WC: 2.5k+

CW: 18+, MDNI!!, gang bang, spit roasting, unimplied unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it, especially in these situations), cumming in pants, oral (m&f receiving), bondage, public (ish) setting

Requested by: @princeasimdiya12 thank you for waiting luv!

Nanami is a well respected man. Every subordinate looks up to him, all fellow guards admire his strength, and no one is trusted like him. Your father adores him and is the only man he allows to be close to you.

He is always close to you, watching you, and if you look close enough, admiring you. In the comfort of your room of the large palace, you wear minimal clothing and his eyes will occasionally scan the enticing skin of your body. You are a smart girl, and can clearly sense when a man is interested in you. Especially when the well reserved man is caught with the tips of his ears turning red from helping you undress.

You had stormed to your room in a fit of anger after the meeting with your father and your supposed future husband. The man he introduced to you made your skin crawl. A creepy smile, weird stitches across his forehead, and such a disgusting way of talking down on others. But for some reason, your dad couldn’t stop praising him.

“I mean how could he?! He didn’t even ask if that’s what I wanted! Marry THAT man? That disgusting man? How dare he?!” You exclaim stomping around your room and throwing your jewelry about. He told you to come your best dressed and you took your precious time getting all pretty just to be met with this bullshit.

“Don’t just stand there! Help me get this off!” You directed your anger towards Nanami. He understood you were upset, so he didn’t take offense to you raising your voice at him. Usually the maids would help you with this task, but in your fit of rage you told no one to enter your room and that meant only Nanami would be near you. He always is there with an open ear when you go on tangents.

“He’s just marrying me off like some kind of property! Am I not human?” His callous fingers work the laced up ribbons undone. Your dress slipping off your body leaving your backside completely exposed to him. The panties and bra leaving little skin covered. His mind wanted to be respectful and look away, but his eyes stared longer than what could be considered an accident.

“I will not-,” you stop ranting as you turn around. He’s closer than expected and his eyes are hooded. It’s not for long and he quickly changes back to his professional poker face, but it was long enough for you to catch. He turns his head giving you the view of his ears. You suppress a smile and go back to blowing up about your father. Tonight’s events aren’t even a worry anymore, it’s being exposed and forcing Nanami to stay in close proximity for as long as possible.

For at least ten more minutes, Nanami was forced to endure your nearly bare figure strutting around. Your words go in one ear and out the other. His eyes were doing the best to not land on you, but you were making it difficult by making sure to stay in his line of sight. You finally stop dramatically in front of him. The jiggle of your breasts catch his lowered eyes.

“Nanamins, I refuse to be given to that man. He’s not even my type.” Your voice is lowered and dripping with seduction. A well manicured finger pressing against his firm chest through his clothes. It was fine until you started dragging your finger lower at the end of your sentence.

Any other man would have folded right at that moment, any other man would have gone in for a kiss, but Nanami was not any other man. His hand wraps around your wrist halting your actions.

“Miss. I am afraid you are extremely frustrated. It is best if you get some rest. Have a good night.” He gently releases his grip and turns on his hills. This did not sit easy with you. Yes, you were teasing the man and didn’t truly expect for things to go far, but the fact he completely just rejected and left you? That was not going to fly over well.

Nanami didn’t release the effect his actions had. He didn’t realize the fire pit that being professional and sticking to his duties had thrown him in.

It wasn’t until he found himself in the current predicament that he released just how bad you didn’t like being told no.

He entered the training room with powerful strides as usual. You had ordered a special session and without question he showed up along with the other higher ranked guards. He was informed on the information while having tea with you. You were close to him and would often ask him to drink with you. It wasn’t as if he could truly refuse, he was your personal guard and would have to be in close proximity while following every order anyways.

“Today, I would like to do something different.” Your head held high and you spoke to your guards. Nanami internally raised an eyebrow, his curiosity never playing across his face. He knew something was completely awry when you ordered each of them that this session would be kept from your father. “With this session, I want to practice, how should I say,” you do a humming sound of thought, “rejecting.” A smile etches onto your face. The word spikes Nanami’s attention. He was top guard for a reason and his wit was a part of that reason. Unease wasn’t an emotion he felt often, but after the events of the other night, he couldn’t help but feel as if that night and this session tied together.

“Yuki,” you call to the female guard who acts like more of an assistant than anything to you. “Pass me what I asked you to bring.” There is a silk covering on what appears to be a cart. “Gojo,” this time your attention is directed towards the tall, white-haired guard, “take off your pants.” If his eyes weren’t covered, they would be seen popping wide before relaxing again.

Gojo couldn’t say he quite understood the command, but either way he liked where this was going. It was no secret that most, if not all, the guards had an attraction to you. So if you commanded the man to take his pants off, he would gladly do it for you. He was almost too eager, making you swallow a scoff. Your deviant eyes flicked to Nanami and he was still standing straight and at attention without a noticeable shift in demeanor. He wouldn’t be like that long.

A series of orders were thrown out. The guards moved quickly and swiftly as each had a separate one directed towards them. In all their time of training, in all their time of serving, none of them expected to ever be in this situation.

Gojo and Sukuna stuff you full as Nanami is tied with his hands behind his back. His cock straining against his pants as he watched your pussy wrap around Gojo’s dick and your pretty lips soak in your own spit as Sukuna fucks into your throat. You knew that Nanami was suffering, and suffering badly at that. The tea you had him drink this morning had more than sugar added to it.

“Such a slut, Princess.” Gojo spoke, still pistoning his hips forward aiming to reach the deepest pits of your insides. The squelching of your pussy sounds every time his hips connect to your ass, skin to skin filling the room. At this point your eyes were glazed over and sweat was coating your skin. Any moan you had was immediately caught by Sukuna’s dick, turning into gurgles.

Your ears perk at the deep whine that just graced them. Despite having two cocks filling you, your senses immediately clear and your eyes snap to the blonde haired man. His eyebrows tightly scrunched, chest rising and falling heavily, and a red tint to his cheeks. The moans leaving you turn into a choked laugh.

Sukuna groans when he feels your hand push at his hips, removing him from your mouth. “Nanami, was there something you wanted to say?” Your neat eyebrow raises as your hand wraps around the long dick in front of you, your tongue swirling around the tip as you hold eye contact with the restrained man.

“-ease” his words are breathy and low. His body is in so much need of even the simplest touch that he can barely speak.

“Speak up.”

“Please…please, Miss.” The hips that were once rocking into yours stops, Sukuna’s focus is no longer on your plump lips, and Yuki’s face is showing clear shock. They had never heard Nanami sound so needy, so submissive. Their head guard speaking without the normal command in his voice threw all of them off and they didn’t know what to do. “Please, I need relief,” he begged.

“Hmm…,” a heavy pause weighs in the room, “no. We’re working on rejection, remember? I know you are all too familiar with it.” A smirk plays on your lips as you signal Gojo and Sukuna to get back to work. Their egos boosting from getting to fuck into you while the one man who has infinite access to you suffers.

Your walls squeeze around Gojo making his head fall back and eyes clamp shut, “fuck! Princess, if you keep doing that I won’t be able to hold it.”

You release Sukuna with a pop, “go on. I’m not stopping you,” is all you say before going back to sucking. That’s all he needs to feel his balls tightening and dick twitching. He hurriedly pulls out of you and covers your pussy in his seed. The white substance landing on your puffy clit and pussy lips. He lets out deep moans and grunts as he strokes all of his cum onto your cunt.

Sukuna wasn’t far behind, your mouth was so warm and wet around him and it didn’t help that your hand was stroking the parts of him that you couldn’t fit. Your tongue running over his sensitive tip at just the right times had him in the same position Gojo was in moments ago. His eyes were clamping shut and his lips were parted releasing moans.

“Princess, I am close. Please.” He said in broken breaths. The hum you did around his dick letting him know that he could sent him over the edge. His abdomen clenched as he released his seed on your tongue.

Nanami couldn’t take seeing two men release their seed onto you. He was on the verge of cumming without even being touched. Although his skin was hot and his dick was angrily throbbing, he noticed that you hadn’t come. But he didn’t need to say it, because you were already getting up and walking over to him on shaky legs. You grabbed his chin and made him look up at you.

“Look at you,” you scoffed. “Clean me up.” He felt your fingers grip the locks of his hair and before he can say anything, your cum covered pussy meets his lips. If he was in his right state of mind he would have immediately resisted, but he wasn’t. Your clit hitting his nose and his tongue greeting your used hole had an animalistic moan rising out of his chest. He couldn’t bring himself to care that he had to clear another man's seed to get the full taste of your pussy, his body was in so much need that even sniffing your used cunt was making him spiral more.

“Good fucking boy,” you bit your lip as your eyes stayed focused on him. The view was perfect. Your legs widen and his face directly between them as you humped on his face. He was licking at your cunt like a starved man, his tongue lapping up your slit and catching your clit before pushing back into your hole. Gojo and Sukuna might have just got done using you, but Nanami’s tongue was making your body weak. He was making sure to catch every drop of your juices and the pleasure you were feeling was obvious from the way you were moaning. Your moans making the two already spent men feel their dicks start twitching again.

You felt the coil in your stomach getting ready to pop. Your fingers gripping tighter at the blonde strands between them and your hips bucking with more aggression.

Without warning, you cum in Nanami’s mouth. The taste of your release making his dick immediately spurt cum into his pants. His body was shaking while whimpers and moans fell from his lips. His hand rested against your thigh as he caught his breath.

The laugh you let out as you moved his head from your thigh was condescending. You lower to in front of him and unzip his pants reaching your hand in. “You came in your pants,” you stroke his sensitive dick causing another whine to come from him before pulling your hand back out. “I mean look! You made such a mess and I didn’t even touch your dick!” Another laugh left you, off to the side small chuckles could be heard from Sukuna and Gojo.

Your laughs die down and you lean close to his ear and whisper, “the next time you reject me, I won’t be so nice.” You pull away and wrap your cum covered hand around his chin, “thank Nanami for today’s session. Clean up and continue with the day,” you look at Nanami again, “except you. Stay like this, cum soaked pants and everything for the rest of the day.” You gather a robe off of the cart you ordered Yuki to bring you earlier and exit the room.

In passing later, you see that the guards have all returned to their fixed attires and two especially have wide grins on their face. As Nanami returns to you, you see he has done as you asked. The proof being the clear stain at the front of his pants.

“Miss, I am sorry for rejecting you and I have reflected, but could you please allow me to change so I may look appropriate in appearance.”

Your answer comes quickly and without a bat of the eye, “no. Everyone feels the need to tell me what’s going to happen despite my wishes lately. I don’t like it, so in a start to correcting it, you’ll stay like this until the end of the day.” He didn’t protest or speak further after that, he knew it would only make it worse. In any other situation he would have tried to talk you down, but he had suffered enough embarrassment of the day. Before returning to you, Gojo, Sukuna, and Yuki had their fun mocking him. It wouldn’t be the end of it either because he still had a training session to lead later on in the day.

But Nanami was the head guard for a reason, he was the guard entrusted to be close to you for a reason. He couldn’t be deemed the top guard if he didn’t realize the tea he had with you countless times before tastes different. A small aftertaste and the heating of his blood gave away all he needed to know. The guards may have something to mock him about now, but they won’t be the ones inside of your tight pussy for many nights to come, nor will they be the reason your pending marriage will fail.

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thelov3lybookworm · 4 months

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Plants Of Thorn Bear The Prettiest Of Flowers

Summary: Another day, another kill.

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A/n: Alright, so before you read this, be warned. The reader in this is bit dark and will do anything to win her father's approval.

FYI, she is the middle child, the second born after Rhysand and before Celeste, the one who later on dies along with their mom

anyways, enjoy!

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Y/n flipped the dagger again, for what felt like the thousandth time as she walked through the winding halls of the Moonstone palace, humming a tune her father had hummed to her when she was a child to calm her down.

Her lips lifted at the edges, knowing she was the only one who got to see that side of their father.

It was not that she was glad that her father could not be bothered about her siblings, it was just that he was the only one who ever really gave Y/n any ounce of kindness other than her mother, and Y/n had snatched whatever scraps she could get and then moulded herself to someone who would not have to rely on scraps for affection.

"She can not find out about this, you know that right? She would skin us both alive." Y/n paused, her head turning the slightest towards where the voice was coming from.

Celeste. The youngest of the three children the High Lord had sired.

Y/n stood still, straining her ears to listen to what she was saying. Or more like who she was saying it to.

Y/n was almost sure Celeste was talking about her.

"I know."

The voice that reached Y/n's ears next was one she knew all too well, one she had come to like. Not love, not yet. That would be taking things too far too soon.

Alan.

"You need to leave."

"I know..."

Y/n glanced towards where the voice was coming from, cocking her head. It was a room where the servants kept supplies.

Honestly, they could have chosen a better place to partake in whatever act they had. Y/n rolled her eyes internally.

She turned away, and before they could realise that the event they had been fearful about had already come to pass, walked towards the nearest exit, erasing all traces of her presence as she went.

She opened her mind after she had hidden herself away in shadows, and it did not take long to have her father's attention on her.

Yes?

There is an intruder in the palace.

She knew she had her father's full attention on her then.

Interesting. Bring it to me.

On it.

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It did not take long for Y/n to catch this intruder, and it took even less time for her to winnow him to her father's office, where her siblings were already waiting with him in tow, a bag over his head.

When she saw her siblings in his office, Y/n figured her father had drawn the conclusion that someone had let him in.

Y/n strutted in through doors, shoving the male she had in her arms to the floor.

"There comes my daughter." The High Lord drawled.

Y/n inclined her head, folding her arms behind her.

"Why have you summoned us here, father?"

Y/n glanced at her brother without moving her head, watching his face as it contorted with confusion.

But at his side, Celeste stared and stared at the male at Y/n's feet, the colour draining from her face.

"I'm sure Celeste knows why you have been summoned, don't you, Celeste?" Their father tuned his shrewd eyes to his youngest, whose eyes flew wide, shaking her head.

"I don't know what you are-"

"Don't play the fool with me girl. If you did not know who this was, you would not look like you had seen a ghost."

Rhysand's eyes flitted between his baby sister and father, wanting to know what the hell was going on.

"Y/n found an intruder walking freely around the palace." Their father spoke, drawing everyone's attention. "And he could not have come up here by himself, for he has no wings. Only four people have wings inside these walls, and neither Y/n nor your mother would have done this. That leaves you two to bring him up here, let him enter the wards. So," He stood, rounding the magnificent mahogany desk to lean against it, his hands in his pocket. "Who is it?"

Rhys glanced to Celeste, his eyes holding something akin to rage.

He sighed before he opened his mouth. "I brought him here. He is a friend-"

"Do you take me for a fool, boy? You have no friends save for the illyrian scum."

Rhys swallowed, and Y/n could see his hands clenching from where he had them behind his back. "Father-"

"If you continue lying, Celeste will receive the punishment for you."

Rhysand's mouth shut with an audible click.

"Ask her if she brought him up here. Do not waste my time, I have much work to do."

Rhysand only glanced at Celeste, who, with a scathing glare at Y/n, dipped her chin in a small nod.

"Hmm. Y/n?"

Y/n moved, walking to the shelf behind the desk and pulling out a whip, only one of multiple, and walked back to her father, holding it out to him.

He picked it up, studying it for a few moments before he hummed. "This will do. Celeste, now I want you to whip this young man here. Would fifty lashes be enough?"

No one moved, except for Alan, who began struggling. Y/n felt the heat of two glares on her face.

"Answer me!" The high lord's facade slipped for a moment, and he screamed, his voice high and scary, making his oldest and youngest flinch. Y/n stood still as a statue at his side, staring at a wall opposite.

"Father please." Celeste's voice wobbled, and Y/n ignored the part of her that rebelled at the fear that filled her voice.

Calm settled once again in her father's voice when he spoke next.

"Fine. If you don't want him to live, I will let Y/n slit his throat. That way you will have his head to keep in your room, and you won't sneak any more boys in."

Y/n knew it was no suggestion. That had been his plan all along, to kill the male.

Alan had stilled once again, the smell of fear that emanated from him very nearly overwhelming Y/n.

Y/n bowed her head to her father, and unsheathed the biggest dagger she owned, stalking forward.

Her previous lover looked up at her in fear when she tugged off the bag, silver lining his eyes as she grabbed him by the hair.

"Please. Don't do this." He whispered.

Y/n slipped into his mind, staring deep into his eyes as she raised the dagger to his throat, ignoring the scream emitting from her sister. She could not stop until her father told her to, and she would rather not disappoint him.

"This is what you get for betraying me, my trust, and wasting my time."

"Please don't do this Y/n. You know I love you. She tricked me-"

But before he could let another word slip, his throat was slit, and he drew in a wet sounding gasp, blood bubbling from the deep cut.

He was dead before his head was separated from his body. Y/n, still clutching his head, turned to look at her father as his body fell forward, landing with a sickening thud, blood splattering everywhere.

She raised her hand slightly, and he nodded to where her sister kneeled, her eyes fixed on the body on the ground. Swallowing the guilt that rose, Y/n let the head drop and roll to her sister's feet.

Rhysand, who clutched at Celeste's arms to keep her from running to Alan's body, growled. His eyes flashed to Y/n, filled with hatred, and Y/n turned away. Meeting her father's eyes, who smiled wide at her, and nodded his head to her legs.

"Get some servants to clean the filth up, then go and eat something."

Y/n bowed, then walked out the door, leaving all the events of the evening behind and hoping she could forget it all after she added a mark for him to her skin as a testament to her kills.

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cowboylor · 2 years

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mean streak

read part ii here

pairing: austin!elvis presley x fem!reader (reader uses she/her pronouns)

wc: 3k

warnings: (18+) smut, piv, underlying dom/sub dynamics, unprotected sex, implied age gap, enemies to lovers, spanking, questionable dirty talk, slight degradation, semi-public sex, no use of y/n, reader is a nepotism baby and boy is it fun

As you make your way through the backstage hallway, you’re brushed aside by frantic band members and stressed out producers all eager to get to their destination. Yet, it doesn’t stop you from angrily stomping to his dressing room.

When your father first introduced you to Elvis Presley months ago, he gave you a polite smile and asked how you liked the show. As sweat noticeably dripped down his face after his high-intensity performance, you couldn’t help but turn up your nose.

“I’m more of a Zepplin girl.”

And off you were.

Ever since then, you skirted around him, making sly remarks whenever your father’s business partner was in hearing-range. But despite your attitude, Elvis was never cruel to you.

So yes, maybe it was undeserved how you were treating him. Maybe you did quip at him with biting words and roll your eyes at his prodding questions whenever you were in forced proximity. That’s just how you were and he could handle it. And it’s not like he needed the approval of a young, college-aged woman whose only job during the summer season was to sit pretty in her daddy’s casinos.

Sighing, you continue to truck on your way until you reached the dressing room with a star on the front and ‘ELVIS’ displayed under it.

You fight the urge to roll your eyes as you yank open the door, letting it shut noisily behind you. Elvis looks up through the mirror at your loud entrance, his demeanor falling slightly once he realized it was you.

He says your name as a greeting, turning to face you.

You raise an eyebrow. “Expecting someone else?”

“No, no,” Elvis responds, rising from his chair to meet you by the entrance. “Wasn’t expecting anyone right now.”

You’re not exactly sure what to say now that he’s in front of you, his dark button down popped open and hair not yet slicked back into his signature hairstyle. It’s jarring and it throws you off slightly.

“I,” You clear your throat before huffing out an annoyed sound. Elvis quirks an eyebrow at it. “I need you to stop telling my dad my business.”

He sighs, seeming to know what you’re referring to. “It just wasn’t right.”

You scoff. “Not right? What’s not right about a young woman having fun?”

“Is that what that was?” He asks, incredulously, crossing the room to make sure the door was properly shut. You turn, your eyes following him. “You drinking and slobbering all over these guys at the bar like your daddy doesn’t have a reputation to uphold? Like you don’t have a reputation to maintain?”

Your mouth falls open in both shock and disdain. You narrow your eyes at him, not sure if you’re about to pounce on him for talking about you like that or storm out showroom entirely.

“A reputation?” You spit out. “God, you are so insufferable. Who do you think you are- My father?”

Elvis shakes his head, pinching the bridge of his nose.

You stare at him momentarily, before strutting over to his vanity table to sit on the table top. He says your name again as a warning, watching as you swing your legs back and forth. You glare in his direction.

“You just love to instigate,” You accuse. “Ever since we’ve met you’ve done nothing but try to stop me from having a good time.”

Maybe that was a stretch.

It has him laughing in disbelief. The laughter makes your face burn and you try to nonchalantly inspect your nails in hopes of keeping your cool façade. You were beginning to think he could see right through it. You spare a glance at him. Maybe not, but he could definitely see that you were starting to shake.

“I’ve been nothing but good to you, honey.” Elvis says, growing impatient. “You-” He pauses and you look up. “have always been the one to stir something up. To try and embarrass me in front of my colleagues, your father.”

You continued to pick at your nails, crossing your right leg over your left as your eyes shifted back down to your cuticles. “I don’t know what you mean.”

“Cut the horseshit!” He snaps, stomping over to stand in front of you. “You’re nothing but an spoiled brat.”

Biting back a smirk, you roll your eyes. “Spoiled brat whose daddy signs your checks.”

He hums lowly, eyes give you the once-over. You may have gulped at that.

“Daddy always give you what you want?”

You try to scoff, but it comes out more like a breathless sigh. “Wouldn’t expect anything less.”

You stare at each other momentarily. He’s watching your movements and the way you respond to his words while you’re focused on watching his chest rise and fall, the rhythm slowly picking up the more the silence grows between you two.

You wait for him to do something. But alas, he just stares.

Uncrossing your legs, you move to push yourself off the counter, opting to find your entertainment elsewhere. Perhaps at the bar but this time with the young bassist you’ve been dancing around with the past week. Elvis is quick to maneuver in front of you however. You narrow your eyes at this action, and watch as he situates himself between your legs.

“Elvis.” You warn.

“Hmm, baby?”

You glance down between the two of you, finally taking notice of his leather pants that he usually wears before a show. They hug his thighs perfectly, among… other things.

If he notices you staring, he doesn’t mention it, just casually watching you formulate words to say to him. The air in the room suddenly feels a hundred degrees hotter and you make a mental note to talk to your dad about backstage air-conditioning. You recover your composure the best you can, glaring at him in hopes of conveying a confident and cool demeanor.

“Thought you were a gentleman, was all.”

He cracks a smile at your words, and you could feel your heart flutter. Stop it. You internally told yourself. This wasn’t anything more than a game. And even then, you weren’t quite sure how this was going to end.

Elvis nods considering your words. Bringing his hand up to your face, he cradles the side of your check (gentleman-like, you note). Instinctively, you lean into his palm, becoming too encapsulated by his blue eyes to think about your dwindling pride. You could practically feel his breath wafting onto your face. It’s consuming.

Finally, he leans to whisper, “But you’re no lady, are you?”

You’re not sure if you could hear the gasp that escapes you over the sound of your pounding heart.

You narrow your eyes. “The fuck is that supposed to mean?”

“You’ve got a mean streak, darlin’.” He chuckles, prodding at your skirt line, and watching your eyes practically roll back at the mere touch of his fingers. “Need to fuck it out of you.”

You stutter at his words but nevertheless let him kiss up your neck, inhaling you and drawing goosebumps all over your body. You whimper slightly, grabbing onto the side of his neck to keep him there, to keep him as close to you as he can manage.

Bliss is a tricky thing. Because your grievances about him prying into your personal business was forgotten and all you can think about is how good he’d feel inside you, all the different ways he could fill you out. All the things he could teach you. He’s whispering something now but you can’t exactly make out the words. All you can focus on is how clearly feel him pressing against your thigh through those tight, leather pants.

Elvis has you over his lap before you can register what’s happening. You’re quick to grab onto the arm of the chair while he flips your bright colored skirt up and yanks your panties down. His hand comes down on your behind with a loud slap that rings out through the dressing room.

You instinctively squirm, squealing as you use your other hand to grab onto his thigh to steady yourself.

He lets out an amused chuckle at your reaction, shushing you as if you’re inconsolable. “Bad girls get punishments, baby.”

Rolling your eyes, you breathe out a heavy breath. “You’re… Unbelievable-”

Spank.

“Elvis!”

He rubs his hand over your burning cheek as you let out another exasperated breath. He’s almost caressing you and momentarily your gaze falls to the floor, eyes latching onto his black leather boots.

“Two more, baby?” He asks, peering down at you to see if you’re still enjoying yourself. He cracks a smile at your dazed state. “How does that sound?”

Sighing out, you try to nestle back into his lap comfortably, gripping the sides of the chair while nodding your head repeatedly.

You jolt over his lap as his hand is brought down again. It still stings and makes you squirm but it also builds the heat in your lower belly even more intensely. Stealing a glance at your underwear hanging over your ankles, you close your eyes in a grimace. Nope, nope, nope, you’re never coming back from this one.

He does it one more time (this one has you audibly crying out) before commenting lowly, “Been very good.”

And then he’s flipping you around to face the dressing room mirror. Oh. Oh.

You let out a string of profanities as he gently bends you over the furniture. You watch him as he fumbles with the buckle of his belt, the tightness of his pants, and his eagerness to fuck you.

Slyly, you share a smile with yourself. Because despite the compromising position you find yourself in, you still got him wrapped around your finger.

Elvis hums in your ear as you make eye contact with him through the reflection. You whine at the vibrations of it, pressing yourself back to find his hard cock preening at your entrance. You gasp, instinctively leaning your hips forward.

He chuckles at your reaction. “Don’t need to be scared.”

You shoot him a glare in the mirror. “I’m not scared.”

“No?” He replies, jetting his hips forward slightly until you feel his tip on your folds. You mewl at the contact this time, careful not to let your body betray you.

He reaches out to fix your chin, making you meet his stare again. Once you do, he offers you a grin and you have to fight off a smirk that threatens to show itself. As soon as he slams his hips into you, you’re shrieking. Reaching out, you grab onto nothing, cursing the impractically of being fucked over a dressing room table.

“Not so bad, huh?” He murmurs, watching your face contort from discomfort to pleasure as you slowly adjust to the foreign feeling. You shift your hips around him. “Gonna be my good girl now?”

You huff, blowing stray hair away from your face as you watch your own expression in the mirror.

Elvis, growing impatient for an response, presses his hips deeper into you. You moan out loudly, as he practically lays out on top of you to make a point. The burn from the stretch becomes more noticeable.

Letting your forehead drop to the counter, you mumble out something incoherent.

“Couldn’t hear you, darlin’.” He says, easing off you to pull his hips back. “Let’s try again. Are you gonna be my good girl?”

You prop up on your elbows, stealing a glance of yourself in the mirror before finally letting go of your pride. “Yes. I’m going to be your good girl.”

That’s all he needed.

Roughly, he brings his hands to prod at your waist, using the new angle to fuck you swiftly over the counter. He lets out his own curses as you struggle to mutter anything intelligible.

Mewling, you plead with him over and over as he rams into you. Again, and again, and again. You watch through the mirror as he continues his fast pace, never failing to reach that deep part of you you previously thought was untouchable. You’re so full, you think. You’ve never felt this much of anything.

“Trying to give everyone a show?” He says in your ear, watching your reflection. “Crying out like a bitch in heat?”

Your tender thought was ruined and you send him a scowl. Well, the best you could as it falls short after he angles his hips in a new way and you’re suddenly only seeing stars.

“You’re so.. full” He does it again and you squeak the last part out, “of yourself.”

“I think you’re so full of me.” He quips back, as if reading your mind. “Filling you up. You’re so good for letting an older man like me have his way with you. For helping you out with that mean attitude of yours.”

He’s groaning in your ear as he fucks into you. Murmuring something about how “tight” your perfect cunt is and how good you take him. You expected a part of yourself to shy away from the vulgar display in front of you. Watching yourself as he takes you however he pleases. Yet, you can’t help but relish in the image. In some way, it’s like you were meant for him.

“Gonna make you mine,” He’s saying now, plunging his even farther into you now that his movements are getting sloppier. His breathing picks up, and the sound alone makes you clench around him. “Always gonna be my good girl. Ain’t that right, baby?”

You only moan out a strangle “yes”, desperately clutching to his forearm as your thighs begin to shake. You’re sure you could collapse then and you’re clinging on for dear life. He lets out a quiet chuckle at your reaction.

But you’re not interested in coming up with a witty remark because soon enough you’re crying out and screwing your eyes shut at the high-intensity sensation that overcomes you. You let your forehead fall onto the counter, feeling your body twitch and your muscles retract.

And then he’s coming in you. And it shocks you with how turned on it has you. Your stomach curls as he releases a strangled sound and he presses deep into you to finish. Practically sandwiching you into the counter, he empties himself, reaching around to fondle your breast that’s peaking out of your low cut top.

Your numb, but at the same time so sensitive that you’re whimpering into the surface when he pulls out.

He helps you pull your panties back up, his eyes gleaming slightly as he notices them become soaked with his come. And then he’s pulling your skirt down and gazing at you endearingly like he didn’t just fuck you in the most animalistic way.

Elvis pulls up your chin to look at him. You wonder if he’s going to kiss you and the idea of it has you breathing in shallower breaths. You’ll have to reprimand yourself later because right now all you can think about are how stark his eyes are. Especially when looking at you.

“Will you come to my suite later?” He asks.

You don’t know. You still don’t know how you’re going to be able to sit in the audience, next to your father and your friends and pretend like you didn’t just get your back blown out by Vegas’s most famous attraction.

But you nod, before turning to shuffle out the dressing room in a hurry.

“And baby?”

You turn, curiously tilting your head.

“Be a good girl for me during the show, yeah?”

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The Carlando AU you chose!

Soulmates AU

(Everything written is imaginative. Nothing is true)

He remembered his birthday and he did actually remember the moment he felt that excruciating pain right on his left thigh. He had exaggerated his intolerance of pain, but he hadn’t felt like this before. As if he was being scratched; marked. Well, he was being marked with the hope that somewhere, someone was made for him, had come to this life to be with him.

Lando’s mother was a good woman, a great one that had explained to all her children what soulmates were and how it worked. She brought them up to be hopeful but not sure. She had broken down her luck with their father but had made them promise to never obsess over finding their soulmates because perhaps karma had decided to play a game with them and made their soulmate be Australian or Siberian or whatever country Lando had no idea about.

Thus, he grew up almost forgetting about his little scar, he started running around in cars, left school, joined McLaren and became an F1 driver at the age of 19. By then, he was completely unimpressed when it came to soulmates.

When his brother had announced that he was marrying his? Lando was unimpressed. When Alex had strutted in and announced that he had found his soulmate in Lily, he was unimpressed then too.

And suddenly, he was 23. The season had started poorly, to put it lightly, and his spirits were descending into dark places by the day. It had been almost a year since he had broken his relationship off and his little adventures here and there weren’t enough to make him forget-

“It’s so busy, mierda.” Carlos plopped down next to him on the step.

Lando smiled, nodded in absolute agreement, as Monaco was busting with crowds of people and celebrities and kids and everything.

“I like Monaco, but Dios, it’s crazy.” the Spaniard continued. “Alright?” he turned to Lando.

“Fine. It’s very hot too. I think I’m going to the beach in Barcelona.” he faked an exaggerated accent.

“We should!” Carlos rounded his stupid eyes widely.

“Who invited you?”

Carlos then kicked his heel with his foot, making him giggle.

“Ay, don’t be rude cabrón.” the Spaniard protested. “I thought you wanted the local guide. Good luck finding a secluded beach.” he shrugged his shoulder and turned to George, who was greeting the little group.

Lando raised his fist to bump George’s but quickly disregarded his presence to speak to Carlos. He scratched his irritated leg and suppressed another little yawn.

“Fine, you can come. Spill the secret locations.”

“Nah, I got over it, I’ll go to my hotel’s pool.” he stood back up, fiddling with his suit knot. “Have fun in Barcelona.” he threw his way a wink and started walking the other way.

Lando blew an obnoxious raspberry and steadied his head on the wall behind him. He shut his eyes for a few seconds, thinking about Barcelona indeed. Waters, ice-creams, Carlos. Lando opened his eyes and straightened his head. No, not Carlos. Just waters and ice-creams.

His affection for Carlos had its ups and downs. Or that’s what he told himself all the time. For example, when he left McLaren, Lando was mad at him. When /that/ happened in Brazil, Lando was awkward. When Carlos decided to join him and Zak in their exclusive golf trip, Lando was happy. Up and down. But mostly up. Mostly.

“…I have a thousand interviews. I’m so sorry.” Carlos huffed from the other side of the line, clearly frustrated. “I just-I just wanted to stay and just relax for an hour. One hour, Lando.”

“It’s okay. I’ll see you tomorrow.” Lando replied him, internally weeping. He needed that hour of relaxation too.

On Sunday, he finally saw Carlos in the club and then in his hotel’s bar for a last drink with Caco and Rupert.

“It was an exhausting weekend. I want Barcelona out.” Carlos said, downing his beer. “Don’t tell anyone.” he then turned to Lando.

“I will tell Domenicalli.” Lando wiggled his eyebrows scratching idly his irked thigh.

“Idiota.” Carlos grinned then and finally Lando was able to feel at ease again.

He had no idea why Carlos’s feelings had an immediate connection to his. Although, of course when Max wasn’t good, Lando was sad too. His mum always said he was empathetic.

“…one more?”

Lando realised Carlos was talking to him.

“Wha?”

“I said, the bar’s closing. Do you want one to go? You can come up to mine.”

“Sure.” Lando shrugged, collecting his phone and camera from the counter.

Carlos opened the door of his room, letting Lando in and turned the light of the night table on.

“View’s sick.” Lando remarked. “It’s similar to mine.“ he said, taking a photo of it. A bit blurry, a bit move-y, a bit not professional, but still fine.

“Here.” he handed him the beer. “I owe you a swim lesson.” he clinked his bottle.

“Oy! I know how to swim!” Lando furrowed his eyebrows.

“I’m not sure. You always seem like you’re drowning-ay cabrón, that hurts!” Carlos protested after Lando had pinched his upper arm.

They talked about a bunch of random topics other than racing, racing before the balcony door.

“Lando,” Carlos mumbled at some point, after a long conversation halt. “Isabella wasn’t my soulmate.” he said out of the blue.

Lando averted his eyes from Barceloneta and looked at Carlos with raised eyebrows.

“I know it doesn’t matter, because, who finds their soulmate, no? But yeah.”

Lando shuffled on his chair.

“Um, is that why you broke up?” he asked, having nothing to offer really.

“No, we couldn’t lie to each other anymore.” he replied solemnly.

“You’re being a tad bit sentimental and I’m scared.” Lando tried to lighten the mood.

Carlos’s lips quirked up and he let his head fall bag, hang from the back of the chair.

“You’re right. Sorry.”

“No! It’s not bad. But I don’t know what to say.” Lando immediately said. “I’m just a loser in this area so…”

“Only in this area?” Carlos teased.

Lando reached for his upper arm to pinch him once more but Carlos was quicker and he grabbed his wrist harshly, causing for Lando to tumble down, inches away from his chair.

“Oof, that hurt.” Lando groaned but chose to remain spread on the floor.

Carlos chuckled obnoxiously loud and sp laced his beer on the table in front of him. He then stood up and extended his arm to Lando.

“Come on cabrón.” he said.

Lando took his hand and pulled with force, making Carlos yelp and fall flat on Lando.

“Lando!” Carlos grumbled on Lando’s chest.

“I had to.” Lando laughed, shutting his eyes. His right arm enveloped Carlos by its own accord, while he continued laughing his weekend exhaustion away.

He only stopped when he felt Carlos moving on him and opened his eyes to find him standing on his elbows looking down at him.

His hair was falling over his left eye and his lips were parted. Lando focused on the bottom one that was full, pink and absolutely delicious.

And there they were. Those odd thoughts, feelings he possessed of Carlos. Those ones that whenever they entered his mind, he tried hard to push out or away again.

“Am I heavy?” he whispered.

Lando opened his mouth to reply him, but nothing came out. Nothing at all.

“Should I get up, Lando?” Carlos asked again, almost pleading him. Was he pleading?

“N-No.” Lando stuttered.

Slowly, painfully, Carlos lowered himself even more and only when his lips were a breath away from Lando’s, the latter understood. He couldn’t wait anymore. He wouldn’t wait anymore. So, he took the leap and kissed Carlos. His teammate. His golf partner. His ex-teammate. His friend. His very good friend.

The moan that left him was a result of a jolt that traveled down his very core, having never felt like this. He contemplated for a moment if it was because he was a man or because he had a familiar, solid foundation with him. However, the contemplation stopped when Carlos’s tongue traveled on his upper lip, asking for entrance that the Brit immediately granted.

“Fucking hell.” Lando breathlessly remarked when they stopped for air. “Fuck. Fuck.” he repeated a few times. His hand was still in a tight fist, gripping Carlos’s t-shirt.

“Am I hurting you?” Carlos asked him.

“No, come here.” Lando pulled him back in.

They ended up on the bed after Lando’s back started hurting and they ended up falling asleep, just as the sky had turned bordeaux.

Lando woke up through a rude phone call with Jon and after a three-second contemplation, he placed a quick kiss on Carlos’s cheek and fled.

I didn’t take you for a man that runs away.

Lando rolled his eyes exaggeratedly to his screen, drawing Max’s attention. He was already in Monaco, after an 1-hour and 15-minute flight to Nice and a 20-minute car ride.

He took a picture of the waters and his brunch and sent it Carlos’s way to avoid embarrassing himself with a stupid respond.

He received one back with the view of Barceloneta through Carlos’s hotel room. Yes, the same one they had /kissed/ in.

He closed WhatsApp and refocused on Max, who was talking a mile per hour to his girlfriend. Well then.

He opened Instagram and tapped on F1’s new story that had something to do with Charles and then Carlos popped up on his screen. He squinted and placed his thumb on the story in order to stop it from changing.

Ruffled hair, white t-shirt and that view. That bloody view.

A non-Ferrari post? I’m shook.

Got your attention, didn’t it? and yeah, Lando was flushed all over.

Carlos, are you flirting mate? he had to ask; better be safe than sorry.

Am I allowed?

Lando grinned widely then. So widely that Max finally remembered that he was present too.

They texted here and there, mostly photos or memes. Carlos had a heavy schedule that week before Canada and Lando had arranged a little trip to New York with Martin before arriving in Montreal.

Lando could not lie; everything was so awkward in his head. He had kissed Carlos Sainz. It sounded awkward. It was awkward. But as time paced away, everything was a blurry dream and when after Monday before the race they stopped communicating, he was rather sure that indeed it had been a dream.

He had caught a glimpse of him somewhere in the paddock and on the track, zooming around in his red car, but they had yet to talk.

Kevin was a great guy. He was surprisingly funny and so much younger than he looked and was perceived of. He was saying something about Nico when Lando grasped that Carlos was walking towards them. He chose to ignore it and scratch his leg out of an awkward habit of doing something with his hands.

Carlos pinched him right on his chest and Kevin could only laugh after finishing his utterance, a moment later.

“Don’t do that.” Landon said.

Carlos fiddled with his suit on the thigh and turned to him, leaning.

“What?” he asked.

“Don’t do that.” Lando repeated. “In front of cameras. I look Iike a child.”

Alex said something about something but Lando talked to Carlos again.

“I don’t like being teased.” he reminded him his relationship with touch.

“Oh, you don’t?” Carlos asked, openly mocking him and raised his hand to cup his cheek.

Lando slightly rounded his eyes but thanks to his reflexes, he quickly swatted Carlos’s hand away.

They both laughed, even Alex did and Carlos returned to his spot, gazing forward.

He wasn’t going to lie. Lando wanted to say more; be touched more. On the cheek? Whatever. On the cheek.

After a very good race per his opinion, he started his media duties and hang around in the media pen for a while, waiting for his turn. He tightened his suit around him and scratched his leg again before Carlos arrived too.

“Yes, you are very unsportsmanlike. I always said.” Carlos remarked. “They see you looking all cute and they think you’re a marshmallow. They don’t know like I do.” he added playfully.

Lando chuckled at that, shaking his head.

“I am a marshmallow.”

“That could kill you.” Carlos finished for him.

“I am cute, mate.” he insisted.

Carlos raised his right eyebrow up high.

“That, you are.” Carlos admitted.

Lando found his eyes that were already looking back and for a moment he wondered if he should laugh or-

“Mate, good racing, no?” Esteban Ocon approach them and -well, damnit Ocon.

Are you out? he received as he was watching Quadrant’s video he had yet to watch, while he was brushing his teeth.

No, too tired. he replied. You? he added just for the politeness of it.

We are close. Do you want to come here? he received. His heart immediately responded by beating harder than before, but Lando was not easy. He would never be.

What part of ‘I’m tired’ you did get?

Ok. We’ll talk in two weeks in Austria then.

Lando huffed. So, he was easy.

Send me your address.

He fixed his hair, as if he could tame it and readjusted his jeans, patting his thigh, which was a bit fuzzy tonight.

“You look good, despite the exhaustion.” Carlos remarked when he walked in.

Lando scoffed, taking his jacket off. “You don’t have to playboy me. I have already snogged you-”

He didn’t manage to finish his sarcastic utterance, as Carlos was already on him, having captured his lips, holding him in between his palms by his cheeks.

He let go only when he pulled back.

“Sorry. You don’t like being touched.” he whispered, almost on his lips.

“I like being touched by you.” Lando replied him, reaching for his back.

“You said otherwise.”

“Shut it. Kiss me again.” he commanded and Carlos listened.

“Lando,” he said. “I cannot stop thinking about you. What are you doing to me.” the Spaniard revealed.

“Do you say that to everyone?” Lando asked.

Carlos tightened his grip on Lando’s lower back and slightly shook him.

“No. Mierda, no.” he replied.

He took a step back and ran his fingers through his significantly longer locks.

“I-I turned the hot tub on. Come on.”

“What?”

“I owe you swimming lessons.” Carlos smirked.

Lando rounded his eyes and followed him to only find a massive tub that overlooked Montreal and for a moment, he wondered if Carlos had changed rooms and requested for it.

When he turned to him again, he had removed his shirt and even if Lando had seen him like this again, he felt his throat drying instantly.

“Come on,” he urged Lando and reached for his own t-shirt. Lando let him, raising his arms up.

“I don’t have trunks.”

“It’s fine.” Carlos smiled and reached for his buttons.

Lando’s breath hitched. He wasn’t embarrassed or something about the prospect of being naked in front of the other man, but the way Carlos slowly unbuttoned his jeans and looked at him was almost too intimate; too private.

Carlos started pulling his jeans down and tapped on his right leg and then on his left, disposing the trousers somewhere behind him. His palms slowly ran upwards, only squeezing the meat over his knee. Lando shut his eyes, diving into the incomparable feeling of being touched by Carlos. He was on fire. Up in flames.

But Carlos had stopped.

“What happened?” Lando asked him, lowering his gaze to find Carlos gazing at his leg. “Do I have something?” he curiously looked himself.

“Lando-” Carlos breathed out heavily. “What-what is this?” he asked.

Lando furrowed his eyebrows in utter puzzlement and crouched a bit to find out himself.

“That?” he pointed to his mark. “That’s my soulmate mark. I know it looks like lightning hit me, but it’s a soulmate mark.” he chuckled momentarily.

His scar was intricate. Inside his head, he always called it beautiful because he hadn’t seen anything like it before. It was in a convenient location, not visible for just anyone, it was intricate and very unique. Hard to miss. Its branches were small and white and all over the place, but perfectly cohesive and aesthetically pleasing.

“Carlos?” he called for him again, getting antsy.

He reached for his jaw, getting frustrated and when finally Carlos looked up, Lando parted his lips in surprise. A single tear had left Carlos’s left eye.

“What happened? Are you okay? What is it?” Lando asked, lowering himself on his knees too.

“L-Lando,” Carlos panted. “T-enemos-tenemos la misma m-marca.”

“What? Carlos! In English. Hell.” Lando tightened his grip on his jaw.

Carlos pushed his hand away then and jumped up, pulling on his waistband with trembling hands.

Lando fully, really, exaggeratedly gasped.

That was it. That was the mark.

On Carlos’s right thigh, mirroring his own perfectly. He reached for it, he crawled forward, reaching for the scar and when his thumb brushed through it they both groaned. Lando felt a jolt, a /lightning/, exactly as his mum had explained. As his brother had explained.

“Bloody hell. B-bloody hell.” he stuttered. “Is it the same?” he raised his gaze to Carlos.

The Spaniard only nodded, his turn then to wipe Lando’s tear away.

“Carlos, this is insane. This is mad.” he sobbed, letting his head fall on Carlos’s abdomen.

“This can’t be. Can it?” he heard Carlos asking in a pained voice.

“I don’t know, Carlos.” Lando mumbled on his skin. “Can I see?” he asked.

Carlos pulled on his curls, literally urging him to see again, make sure that it wasn’t false.

Lando ran his fingers on the scar again, making Carlos shiver to the mere movement.

“Shite…” Lando whispered, recognising every little branch and line. He leaned forward, gripping Carlos’s knee to hold himself and touched the spot with his lips.

It was.

It was the mark. The moment his lips touched the scarred skin, his heart stopped beating. It skipped a few beats, making him lose his breath, mind go up in chaos.

Carlos couldn’t hold himself up, he lowered down, carrying himself on his knees and immediately taking ahold of Lando.

“Mi amor,” he said and looked at him through beautiful, glossy eyes, full of tears and surprise. “This-this can’t be.” he said, kissing him stupid.

Lando gripped the sheet into his fist and let out a harsh moan. He opened his eyes and found Carlos looking at him with rough eyebrows.

“Carlos, I’m-I’m- going to c-”

“Por favor, mi amor.” he urged him.

And yes. Yeah, Carlos was his soulmate.

Fireworks were meaningless in front of the feeling he felt the moment of completion.

When finally Carlos laid next to him, panting and struggling for breath, Lando could see clearly then. It had always been Carlos.

Budapest was a figurative tragedy. The car updates were good but the heat was impossible to handle. His FP was oddly bad and he chose to relax in the hospitality, going through his phone with no purpose at all.

“Hola! Lando?” a familiar voice made his core shiver. A few moments later, Carlos appeared, holding two bottles of water. “Here amor.” he said lowly and plopped down next to him.

It had been a weird, quick change that none of them had to work hard for. Fate had done so and they had no problem going with it.

“So, what are you doing after Spa?” he asked him. “Any plans?”

“Oh, Max is pestering me to go to Mykonos.

Carlos pursed his lips, nodding.

“We could go. Although, I would prefer something more private. But if you want to go, we’ll go.” he said.

Lando squinted.

“You want to go?” he asked him.

“What do you mean?”

“With me?”

“Are you joking, cabrón?” Carlos asked him confused.

“I didn’t want to assume-”

“You should always assume.” Carlos cut him off. “You’re my soul. I want to be with you all the time.” he simply stated.

Lando felt his breath hitching. His heartbeat ascending and his eyes watering, all at once.

Carlos must have felt all of those things and he quickly took ahold of his hand, having no care in the world about anything.

“Mi alma…We’re each other’s, no?” Carlos whispered.

Lando nodded, sniffing. He wiped a stubborn tear with his other knuckle and coughed.

“Don’t be so cheesy, Carlos.” he mumbled.

Carlos laughed loudly then.

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Private Celebration 🚿

Thanks for sending in the request @brideofinfamy! I hope you enjoy the story 🖤

Word count: 1,577 Divider by: Me 🙂 GIF is not mine

Original request: “can you please write an Christian Cage X Fem Reader Story where Reader is his on controversial young on screen Girlfriend, but she always had an thing for him and vice versa, and when Christian successfully retained his TNT Championship at Revolution she admits with an devilish smirk backstage that she exactly knew how to "celebrate" the win and they end up having sex in the shower of his locker room. Afterwards Christian says he could get used to those kind of celebrations with her and ask if she wants to be his”

Disclaimers: Cursing, unprotected sex. Read at your own discretion 🤷🏻‍♀️

You and Christian have a private celebration together after his TNT title match…

It was no secret that you and Christian had major chemistry on screen, even despite your age difference. He is the Patriarch of AEW, and you are his adoring on screen girlfriend, making quite the pair whenever you wreaked havoc inside the ring and during promos. The fans were convinced that you and Christian were really a couple with the kisses, touches, and glances you often shared in front of the camera, but what they didn’t know is that you weren’t pretending anymore. The truth is you had developed real feelings for him along the way, but you never said anything or acted on them behind the curtain. There were moments when you could’ve sworn he was flirting with you, but surely this was all just business for him.

It was the night of the Revolution PPV, and you were dressed to the nines and your hair and makeup were looking flawless. When you stepped into Christian’s dressing room his jaw dropped and you swore you heard him curse under his breath. He cleared his throat and composed himself before speaking, “You umm, you look beautiful Y/N,” You smiled and offered your thanks, the way his eyes lingered on you made your cheeks flush a little. Christian chuckled to himself, prompting you to ask, “What’s so funny?”

“Everyone thinks it’s me who runs the show, but you’re the real showstopper. The Patriarchy is lucky to have you. Hell, I’m lucky to have such a beautiful young thing like you on my arm. Shall we?” he spoke sweetly as he extended his arm out to you.

Christian’s match against Daniel Garcia was just about to start, the entire Patriarchy stood with him in gorilla position waiting for his music to hit. He appeared to be a little nervous, so you grabbed his hand and gave it a little squeeze, earning a big grin from him in return. “You’re going to do great Christian. When it’s all said and done and you retain your championship, we’ll celebrate,” you encouraged. “Let’s do this,” he said while walking up the steps to the tunnel, still holding onto your hand. The second his song reverberated through the arena; the boos almost drowned it out. You strutted down the ramp, keeping in step with Christian while Killswitch and Nick followed behind.

Just like every match when you watched Christian, something inside you ignited and made your thoughts wander from the things going on in the ring to what you’d like to do to him behind closed doors. The way he flexed his muscles made you picture his strong arms lifting you up and carrying you over to a bed and letting him have his way with you. Your head snapped back into the match when you heard a loud thud on the mat followed by Christian yelling at the ref. The tables had turned when Garcia went on a run, knocking Christian all over the place and gaining the crowd’s support in the process.

You did your usual antics of distracting the ref and making a scene, which allowed Killswitch to get involved in the match without the ref noticing. Christian immediately went for the pin when Killswitch slid out of the ring, the ref taking notice and giving the 3 count. Nick was the first one in the ring to celebrate his father figure’s victory, followed by Killswitch and then you. You were caught up in the excitement of Christian retaining his title when you bumped Nick out of the way and wrapped your arms around him! He returned your embrace by pulling you in close before crashing his lips against yours! Sure, you’ve kissed on camera before, but this time it felt different. It was filled with more passion and was more intimate even with thousands of people around you. Your heartbeat was fast and steady when the kiss was broken when the ref held up Christian’s arm in victory.

The sound of boos and a few cheers sent you, Christian, Killswitch, and Nick on your way backstage. Everyone in the back congratulated Christian and Daniel on a job well done, giving each of them pats on the back and high fives, all the while you and Christian never taking your eyes off each other. There was a crackle in the air, and it wasn’t from the match! When he was finally able to step away from all the people, he made his way over to you and you greeted him with a devilish smirk on your face, “So, champ, why don’t we head back to your dressing room? I know exactly how to celebrate your win…”

Without hesitation, Christian let you guide him hand in hand back to his dressing room. It was obvious now more than ever that he desired you just as much as you did him when he closed the door in a hurry and pinned you up against it! Both of you were breathing fast and hard when he finally spoke up, “So, what was it you had in mind for the celebration, Y/N? I can think of a few ways, but I’d much rather hear your thoughts,” Christian’s lips were mere inches from yours when you murmured against them, “Well champ, I think a shower is in order,”

“A shower? That’s how you want to celebrate?” he interrupted, causing you to chuckle at his raised eyebrows. “Yes, only you won’t be showering alone,” you hinted.

Christian took your response and ran with it, lifting you up by your thighs and carrying you in the direction of the shower. Your lips never parted on the trek over to it, your fingers intertwined with his hair and your legs wrapped around his waist while your center pressed against his hard length. He lowered you to your feet and you turned the water on, wasting no time getting both of you underneath it as he backed you up against the shower wall. Your clothes were a sopping wet mess as you and Christian tugged and pulled at them to remove them from your body. It took less effort to take off his ring gear, his hard length finally free from all restrictions when each piece was thrown into a pile on the floor. He took each of your breasts in his hands, massaging them and toying with your nipples. “You’re perfect, Y/N. So. Fucking. Perfect,” he complimented before taking a stiff peak in his mouth.

You squirmed against the tile wall as his tongue lapped and flicked against it while sucking in between. Your soft moans echoed off the walls, steam flowing from the shower in thick pillows through the air. Christian’s fingers found themselves in between your legs, teasing your clit before he slid 2 fingers inside of you with ease, “Ah! Christian!” you cried out. “Just like that!” He groaned in approval against your neck, getting lost in the feeling of you coming undone from his fingers alone. He could tell your orgasm was close when your walls started gripping his fingers tightly and your breathing accelerated. “Cum for me baby girl, let yourself go,” Your legs shook, and you nearly lost your balance as your orgasm ripped through you!

Before you had a chance to fully recover, Christian lifted you up and aligned himself at your entrance before pushing himself inside you. Your back slid up and down the tiles as he thrusted, your breasts bounced against his toned chest while the hot water cascaded over the both of you. He filled you completely and stretched your tight cunt in all the best ways, bringing you closer and closer to your second orgasm. “My sweet little thing, taking me so well! Tell the whole arena who makes you feel this good. Let them know who your champion is,” Christian said through gritted teeth. “Y-you do Christian! Ah, shit! Christian!”

You and Christian came almost simultaneously, your bodies quaking against one another, and your moans and curses intertwined while you both rode out the high. The water was now running cold, which caused you to shiver, catching the eye of the champ. “Come on baby, let’s get you dried off,” Christian said as he turned the faucet off. He sweetly wrapped a towel around your shoulders and rubbed his hands up and down your arms to help warm you. He pulled you into his arms, embracing you tightly and you reveled in the heat his body was offering you. “I know I’ve never told you this before, but you’re everything to me Y/N. I miss you when we’re not together and I’m the best version of me when we are. I don’t want to just be a couple on tv anymore. Would you be mine, even when the cameras are off? Let’s give us a real try baby,” You pulled your head back and peered up at him, noticing immediately that he was serious. This was the moment you had hoped for all along, and you couldn’t believe it was really happening! “Yes Christian! I’d love to be yours!”

He let your words sink in for a few seconds before kissing you and smiling against your lips at the fact you were now officially his girlfriend. When he started chuckling, you asked him what was so funny, his response making you laugh too. “I hope I keep retaining this title,” Christian smiled.

“And why is that?”

“Because I could get used to these kinds of celebrations…”

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ohmygraves · 2 months

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let me share a bit of my self insert details for cod, since i figured out i can write smth while i think about how to continue the other wips i have

with callsign "rookie", a first generation immigrant. they're the youngest between all the 141, and was recommended by laswell. still, their rank is definitely under both soap and gaz. a non-binary person, though don't mind any pronouns.

here's a few sketches of them (i made it to my likeness because, y'know, "self" insert)

the change in haircut is intentional as it should reflect my continuously changing hairstyle since my hair is a dumbass who can't make up its mind in how it should present itself.

i made a "relationship chart" to explain the dynamics of rookie with the other members of 141

gaz ⇄ rookie

gaz and rookie i'd imagine to be some kind of the ride or die best friend, which unfortunately often happened because rookie has the worst kind of luck, but just good enough that they get out of danger somehow in the last second. the kind of best friend that you could understand being so close because you'd known eachother really well. it's probably the case of them being quite similar in age (rookie is still younger though), so he took pity of them at first and happily accompany them everywhere. he knows how anxious it can be to be around something so unfamiliar and scary, and he understands how it feels to be frustrated knowing that you can't save everyone (he hopes that rookie can be more mature but for now he'd gladly sigh at their naivety).

soap ⇄ rookie

maybe because i view soap to be slightly older than gaz i feel like soap and rookie are more like siblings? i feel like if soap became best friends with rookie, he'd be too much for the poor lad. soap as best friend is a good trope but he's a wild card that he could show up at your doorstep either with a bong or a shovel, and i'm not sure if rookie can handle all that. he's a good friend, sure, but one that gaz hope that won't influence rookie too much because what is he going to do with not one but two soap at the barracks?

that being said, i think that soap treats rookie like somewhat of a younger sibling that he gets to pick on from time to time, but in a nice way. like he'd wear their stuff that he found on the laundry, strutting a booty shorts (and killing it) while he makes some coffee for himself as rookie hunts his head for sports since all their clothes get stretched because of him. or the one that tells them that price likes spicy in his sandwich causing rookie to witness price choke on a sub slathered with hot sauce, getting them in trouble. he takes advantage of their naivety in a funny way and he teaches them weird things. definitely gets him in trouble with ghost though because of that.

price ⇄ rookie

now don't come at me for being so overrated, but i see price as a father figure. if activision don't want me to commit fatherless behavior, then they probably shouldn't make him so dad material in the first place. that being said, i like to think that when price sees rookie's files and do a small "interview" with the lad, he feels like he was responsible for a new teammate. like mama hen finding a kitten and taking care of it like a chick.

he understands that rookie is very, very new to everything, and that's saying it lightly. being the youngest of the group, an immigrant, not to mention very naive made him pity the newbie, which of course made him go "dad mode" and teach them things from time to time. he has definitely been called "dad" by accident a few times by rookie, but he didn't seem to mind. didn't seem to enjoy the fact that soap's influencing them to act up too at times.

ghost ⇄ rookie

now ghost is my favorite (obviously), so this might be long. in general, ghost didn't like how inexperienced rookie is. they're in 141, working as an sas soldier, and they're going to fumble on their guns like an idiot?

preposterous, why did laswell let them in the team?

it's not like he has any say in it, and unfortunately he had to mentor them and make sure they're doing a good job (read: babysitting, as he would say), and it didn't make him feel better about it. sometimes i want to see him just grab the poor newbie and just scream at their face like "what do you want!? i can't believe someone is this bloody fucking incompetent, you might as well be a sea cucumber!" like this man would not hesitate to insult the newbie to the point that they're crying.

and he should be. he's not going to put his life in the hands of some dumbass who can't shoot right half the time.

of course, it'll take a long, long time for him to acknowledge their skill, even getting a small "passable" from him is worth celebrating. literal years to be close to him, share the fact that they're both fatherless people who used to live in an abusive household and maybe he'll start to acknowledge them (anything that's beside work ofc). little affirmation that they've gotten this far somehow even after such horrible things happening to them.

i only ever pair rookie with ghost and soap (or both of them together as a throuple) romantically, gaz is more platonic and price is more fatherly.

i know this is a different post from what i normally would post but if you're all interested in getting to know rookie more, feel free to interact. my askbox are open for requests or something a bit more casual, don't be shy. i don't bite.

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ereardon · 1 year

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My Girl [Chapter 6][Jake "Hangman" Seresin x OC]

Summary: Jake Seresin could be the answer to all of your dating woes. He’s the full package: steady job, mature, dependable, attractive to a fault. The polar opposite of every guy your age and he’s everything you’ve ever wanted in a partner. But there’s one roadblock: he’s a single father to four-year-old Ellie. Jake is looking for a level of commitment you’re not quite sure you’re ready to give, and he’s not willing to bring someone into his daughter’s life who isn’t there for the long haul. And even if you are stepmom material, is Jake ready to let someone back in his life while still mourning the recent loss of his late wife?

Pairing: Jake “Hangman” Seresin x OC [Lawyer Natalie West]

WC: 3K

Warning: Age gap, cursing

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“Daddy, look!”

Ellie stuck out one tiny hand, pointing to the polar bear that was strutting lazily across the enclosure, an orange carrot sticking out of its mouth. She skipped ahead of you and Jake, pressing her palms against the low stone wall at the edge of the sidewalk, gazing in awe at the giant bear.

She turned around with wide eyes. “It’s huge!”

“It’s a polar bear,” Jake said, stepping forward and brushing his hand over the top of her head. “They usually live way, way North of here, all the way in the North Pole.”

Ellie’s eyes turned into saucers. “With Santa?”

Jake nodded. “Yeah, baby, they’re friends with Santa.”

“Wow.” She turned her gaze back to the animal and Jake smirked at you above her head. You had to stifle a laugh and not give it all away.

It was the third time you were seeing Ellie. Jake had invited you to a park date with the two of them after the Christmas movie night, and Ellie herself had suggested you join the zoo outing, according to Jake.

“Where to next?” Jake asked softly, taking one of Ellie’s hands in his own. “There’s pandas. Or we could go find the bird house.”

Ellie turned and looked up at you. “What animal do you like, Natalie?”

You bent down a little and smiled at her. “I like the cheetahs because they can run faster than any other animal.”

She grinned and then turned back to Jake. “Let’s go see the cheetahs, daddy.”

He nodded and shot you a smile. “Sounds like a plan, honey.”

After the cheetah exhibit, Jake excused himself for the bathroom and while he was away, Ellie persuaded you to share a cotton candy with her. By the time Jake came out of the visitor’s center, Ellie’s hands were sticky with the pink and blue sugar.

“What do we have here?” he tutted jokingly.

You shrugged and shot him a guilty look. “Lunch, I guess.” Jake laughed and looked at his watch. “It’s ten thirty in the morning.”

Ellie looked up at him, blue sugar staining a ring around her mouth. He chuckled and grabbed a napkin from the vendor cart, crouching down to wipe her mouth clean. “OK, just this once, because Natalie said so.”

The three of you spent the rest of the day milling around the exhibits. There was something so joyful about watching Ellie discover the animals. Something to be said about experiencing the world through a child’s perspective. Every new animal sparked so much joy, from the way her eyes lit up to how she did a small clapping and jumping in place in front of the gorilla exhibit. The excited way she tugged on Jake’s hand to show him something.

What you didn’t notice was the way Jake’s eyes lingered on yours, as you bent down to read through the exhibit plaques with Ellie, or trying on furry monkey hats at the gift shop.

During lunch, you listened carefully as Ellie blabbered on about another girl from her daycare, the story following the kind of nonlinear pattern that only children’s tales can.

So at the end of the day, as the three of you exited the zoo, headed for Jake’s Range Rover in the parking lot, you had to hide your shock when Ellie slid her tiny hand into yours. You looked up at Jake, who held her other hand, and then down at Ellie sandwiched between the two of you. It felt like you were holding porcelain, she was so delicate.

Anyone on the outside looking in would think you were a little family.

A part of you wanted it to be true.

***

“Pass the rice?”

Bob leaned over, holding out a paper box of white rice to Phoenix who took it with a smile. The sound of clattering chopsticks and chewing was drowned out by the loud conversation Bradley and Coyote were having.

“No, bro, I am telling you. It’s culs-de-sac not cul-de-sacs! It’s French, man.”

Bradley shook his head. “Ridiculous. Have you ever heard something so ridiculous in your life, Natalie?”

All eyes turned to you and you blushed behind the glass of red wine you had pressed to your lips. When you set it down, you said, “Coyote’s right, sorry to say.”

Coyote grinned, letting out a small whoop, while Bradley grimaced into his plate of beef and broccoli, shaking his head.

Jake leaned over. “Taking sides? Dangerous game, sweetheart.”

You shoved his shoulder lightly and he chuckled, digging back into his plate of lo mein.

Across the table, Ellie sat in Bradley’s lap, quietly chewing on an egg roll. The full dagger squad was crowded around Jake’s formal dining table eating chinese takeout, something that was apparently a Sunday tradition of sorts that you were now privy to.

The easy nature of their friend group was evident the more time you spent with each of them. From the way that Bradley held Ellie casually in his lap, whispering in her ear and making her laugh, to the way Phoenix strolled into the kitchen and grabbed a water glass from the cabinet with ease, like she had done it hundreds of times before. It was intimidating to know that you were walking into something that was so well defined. A communal relationship that had begun far before you had entered the scene.

Ellie slid from Bradley’s lap once everyone had finished eating, and you watched her run upstairs, her small feet smacking on the ceiling above.

“Should we follow her?” you asked Jake softly and he shook his head.

“No, I think I know what she’s doing, she’ll be right back.”

You nodded and he was right, a minute later you heard her light footsteps on the wooden stairs, and the team burst out laughing as she emerged in the dining room wearing a pair of wire glasses with the lenses popped out.

“I look like Uncle Bobby!” she squeaked, running up to Bob and he lifted her effortlessly into his lap, giving her a tight squeeze around her belly.

“You look great, princess,” he said softly. “Where’d you get the glasses?”

“She found them at a garage sale,” Jake laughed. The team turned to her, noticing how the wire frames were too large for her face, slipping down her nose. “And insisted we get them because she wanted to look like you.”

Bob blushed and you could have sworn you saw Phoenix tear up a bit, which she covered by coughing into her paper napkin.

Ellie reached out and nudged Bob’s frames further up his nose and he laughed, copying the motion on her.

Without thinking, you pulled out your phone and took a photo of the two of them, laughing in each other’s arms.

“Alright honey,” Jake said, standing up and circling the table before plucking Ellie out of Bob’s arms and settling her on the ground. “Time for bed. Can you say goodnight to everyone?”

“Goodnight!” Ellie said and the team murmured a chorus of goodnights back to her. It was clear that every single person around the table adored her. They all felt responsible for her.

They felt responsible for Jake, too. Not that they would ever tell him that.

Jake followed Ellie out of the room and up the stairs.

You took a sip of wine and turned back to the table once they were out of eye shot. Bradley shot you a smile. “She’s great, isn’t she?”

“She’s amazing.”

Phoenix nodded. “Listen, I’m not a kids person. Never have been. But when Jake and Lizzie had Ellie, we just all knew she was different. It changed all of our lives.” She looked around. “Made us all realize we’re a bit behind.” There was laughter. “Hey, Mary and I are thinking of having one!” Fanboy said and Rooster clapped him on the back. “Only if we can guarantee she’ll be as well behaved as El, though.”

You chuckled and then a hand slid down your shoulder and you turned, startled, to see Jake standing at your side. “Honey?” he asked softly. “Ellie wants to know if you’d read her a story before bed.”

“Really?”

He smiled and you stood up.

“Are you coming?” you asked.

“She only asked for you, darlin’.”

Upstairs, you spotted Ellie’s open bedroom door and stepped inside lightly. She sat up in bed, legs tucked in, wearing a pair of red polka dot pajamas. “Hi,” she whispered and you smiled, crossing the room and bending down.

“Hi sweetie,” you said softly. “Your daddy said you wanted to read a book together?”

She nodded and held up a small flag book before scooting over, making room for you on the side of the bed. You laid down carefully and Ellie pushed the book into your hands.

“Oh, this is a good one,” you replied, opening The Rainbow Fish. You couldn’t believe she had it, it was something your mother had read to you when you were small.

As you read, Ellie laid back against the collection of pillows. You could sense her growing tired, and when you got to the end, and the Rainbow Fish had given away all but his last shiny scale, you looked over to see Ellie’s eyes were closed, her curly blonde hair partially covering her forehead.

You gently closed the book, edging off the bed slowly so as not to wake her. But as you set the book down on her small pink desk, there was the unmistakable creak of the bed as she rolled over.

“Natalie?”

“Yeah hon?” You turned to see Ellie peering at you through drowsy eyes.

“Will you be here when I wake up?”

“I can be.”

“Good.” She smiled. “It’s pancake day.”

You gave her a grin. “Then I will definitely be here. Go to sleep, sweetheart.”

She closed her eyes and pulled the duvet closer, and you inched out of the room, shutting off the overhead light, pulling the door most of the way closed.

As you made your way downstairs, you stopped near the landing, Jake’s voice cutting through clearly from the next room. You were hidden from sight of the squad in the dining room as you crouched on the stairs.

“Ellie really likes her,” you heard Jake say.

“So do you,” Phoenix added. “I can see it in the way you look at her.”

“Of course I do,” Jake said quickly. “She’s fucking amazing. But that doesn’t stop me from thinking every now and then that she’s going to bolt. She’s twenty six. She doesn’t want to be tied down. She doesn’t want this lifestyle. Eight o’clock bedtimes and back to school shopping and organizing playdates. How am I supposed to compete with the guys her age who can offer her exciting Saturday nights and all I can offer her is a dance class carpool?”

“She’s here, isn’t she?” Bob said. “She obviously cares about you enough to try and fit into your life. With Ellie. With us.”

“But how long until she realizes that she’s bored?”

“Why do you have to assume she’s going to leave?” Bradley asked. “Can’t you just be happy about it, man, and stop fucking yourself over in your mind?”

Jake sighed. You sat down on a step a third of the way to the bottom, curious to hear what he was saying in the comfort of the group, without knowing that you were listening.

“I think I love her,” he said softly. “But I’m not sure if I should.”

***

There was buzzing on your nightstand. You shot up in bed, bleary eyed, and grabbed your phone, sliding it open automatically without even checking who was calling.

“Hello?”

“Natalie?” It was Jake. You rubbed your eyes and squinted at the top corner of the screen. It was one o’clock in the morning. “Honey, are you there?”

“Jake? What’s happening? Is everything alright?”

His voice was muffled, and there was a lot of background noise like he was multitasking. “Listen, honey, I’m sorry to do this, but can I bring Ellie over? They called us, all of us, for a mission and we’re leaving tonight. I have to be on deck in two hours and there’s nobody else I could ask.”

“Yeah, of course,” you said, stepping out of bed and pulling on a robe. “Come over whenever, I’m up.”

“I can’t tell you how much I appreciate this,” Jake said and there was a sense of panic in his voice. “We’ll be there soon.”

The call ended and you made your way to the kitchen, clicking on the kettle and pulling out a packet of decaf tea.

Ten minutes later, the doorbell rang and you rushed for the door, pulling it open. Jake stood with wet hair, Ellie curled in his arms, her cheek resting against his shoulder, a small blanket clenched in one balled up fist.

“Hi,” he whispered quietly, stepping inside and you took the small tote bag he had in his free hand, setting it on the ground. “Nat, I’m so sorry.”

You shook your head. “God, don’t be. I’m glad you called.”

Relief swept across Jake’s face. “She’s pretty sleepy. I tried not to wake her too much.”

You nodded. “I don’t really have a good guest room set up, it functions as my office when I work from home. So you can just put her in my room.” You pointed to the open door and Jake walked in, laying Ellie in her striped pajamas down gently on the right side of the bed. He knew you slept on the left. She opened her eyes and reached out to touch his face.

“Daddy?”

“Hey sweetheart,” Jake said, kneeling next to the side of the bed. Ellie’s eyes roamed over his face and then landed on you hovering behind Jake. “Listen, baby, daddy has to go to work. It’s really late, so you’re going to stay with Natalie, OK? I’ll be back tomorrow night so be a good girl for me and be really nice to Natalie alright?”

She nodded and Jake leaned forward, wrapping his arms around her and kissing her forehead.

“I love you, munchkin,” he said and she smiled.

“I love you.”

Jake stood up as Ellie closed her eyes, rolling over to her side, her back to you. You stepped out into the hallway, shutting the door most of the way closed. He ran his fingers through his hair. “We should be back tomorrow night. I guess tonight, technically. I’m not sure.” He shook his head. “They didn’t really say much. I haven’t flown a mission since Lizzie.” Jake’s hands were shaking as you took them into your own. “I don’t want to leave her.”

You pulled him into a hug, felt his strong arms wrap around you, his lips pressing soft kisses into your temple. “She’ll be fine here,” you said softly. “I promise.”

Jake leaned back, slipping two fingers under your chin, pressing his lips to yours. “I have to go.”

You nodded. He stepped toward the front door, one hand on the metal handle, when your voice stopped him. “What did you mean when you said you weren’t sure you should love me?”

Jake froze, turning around, his green eyes holding yours. “What?”

“At Sunday night dinner. I overheard you say that you thought you might love me, but you weren't sure if you should.” You stepped forward. “What did you mean?”

His mouth hung open. A quiet stillness clung in the air as you waited for Jake to respond. But then his phone rang, and he pulled it out of his pocket, sliding one large thumb over the screen. “Lieutenant Seresin.” There was a pause, and then he nodded. “Of course, Admiral. I’m on my way.”

Jake slid his phone back into his pocket.

“Nat, I have to go. Can we discuss this later?”

In the span of two minutes you felt like you had aged a decade. Instead of your boyfriend dropping his daughter off at your house in the middle of the night, you felt like an exasperated wife on the verge of a breakdown, watching her husband walk out the door mid conversation.

You nodded.

“Yeah, fine.”

Jake leaned forward and pressed his lips to yours softly. “I’m sorry. I’ll call you when I know more.”

And then he was gone, jogging down the steps toward the Range Rover. You grabbed Ellie’s bags and hauled them into the kitchen. Jake had packed the glittery backpack you had given her for her birthday and that made you smile.

So did her tiny body curled up in your bed as you tiptoed back into the room.

You slid down into the covers, trying hard not to jostle the bed or wake Ellie. When you turned to look, she had her blankie scrunched up in one fist, her tiny mouth slightly ajar, her breath even. You laid back and closed your eyes.

You had never imagined having a kid, let alone a daughter. So when Ellie shifted and curled against you, her small fingers spread out on your bare upper arm, the fluttering in your stomach surprised you.

The longing.

It made you hate the fact that you knew Jake was ready to pull the plug on your relationship. A part of you wanted him so badly. Perhaps a bigger part of you wanted Ellie, too.

The gravity of the situation floored you. Jake had up and left Ellie in your care. You didn’t know if he was headed to Florida or Shanghai or a secret bunker in the Ukraine. All you knew was this tiny girl sleeping next to you has nobody else to depend on but you.

For the next twenty-four hours, you were her world.

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ladykailitha · 11 months

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Here we go! The scene that started it all. The reason for the fic. Yes, the story is based on the song “Low Key in Love” by The Struts ft. Paris Jackson, but this was the scene that kept replying in my head until I wrote it. Also, you’ll need tissues. I cry every time I read this, sooo...

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Let it not be said that that Alexander Harrington, known to his friends as Xander, didn’t know how to throw a party. When The Kings got signed his son’s senior year of high school, he threw the biggest bash the town had ever seen.

He had to invite everyone, of course. Though if he had had his way only the best people would have been able to come. But as he looked around his home satisfied, he figured it was a good thing to let the lowly masses see for once how the other half lived. Let them seethe in their jealousy and envy.

Steve on the other hand was miserable. He hated it. He hated Tommy. He hated Billy. And fuck it, let’s throw hating Jonathan in there as a treat. Because seriously what. The. Honest. Fuck? Where had he been hiding all that talent? Under a fucking rock? It wasn’t fair. Jonathan was naturally talented where Steve had to work so hard to get the moves right. Something Billy was always sure to mock.

He was sitting in his living room watching everyone have fun without him. People had long since stopped congratulating him on his record deal hours ago. Steve vaguely wondered where his father was. Probably smoozing with Tommy’s dad. Steve scoffed. He knew Alexander Harrington wouldn’t be deigning to talk to Joyce Byers or Neil Hargrove. One was working poor, the other was straight up trailer trash.

He could see Joyce talking to Jonathan in the corner of the room, rubbing his back and muttering comforting promises. Steve didn’t even think his mother had even stayed past greeting the parents of her son’s band before fucking off to get drunk off her ass in some fancy hotel bar. Portia Harrington did not mingle.

Steve got up and wandered in the direction of his room. Well, he tried to wander, but it was more like a beeline because no one even questioned his path or stopped him to say hello. In his own fucking house. Yeah. He was done.

He opened the door to his room and was shocked to see someone was already in it. The other boy had long brown, curly hair and deep soulful eyes. Steve gulped. He had never thought about how attractive boys could be until that moment.

Maybe there had been some fleeting crushes and even more fleeting glances at boys in the shower room or hot actors. But until this moment with this boy, Steve never really thought too deeply about it. He sure the hell was now, though.

“Hey!” the other boy said, whirling around to face him. “If it isn’t the man of the hour!”

Steve could smell the alcohol from here, but he wasn’t sure if it was that the boy had been drinking or if it was coming from the shirt the boy held in one of his hands. But now that he could see the boy’s face he knew exactly who it was.

“Munson, what the fuck are you doing in my room?” Steve spit out before his brain could catch up to his mouth.

Eddie blushed. His cheeks were already rosy with the alcohol but they burned red in embarrassment. “I was looking for the bathroom.”

Steve raised his eyebrow.

“Some asshole spilled drink on my favorite Dio shirt and I was trying to find a way to clean it,” Eddie said with a winsome grin, he held up the shirt to show him. Then he tried to take a step closer but tripped stumbling straight into Steve’s arms. “Did anyone tell you you have really pretty eyes?”

It was Steve’s turn to blush as he held Eddie up. “No. If anyone compliments me, it’s usually the hair.” He paused and cocked his head thoughtfully. “Or the ass.”

Eddie hummed appreciatively. “Both are pretty amazing,” he agreed, standing up enough to put one hand in Steve’s hair and the other on his ass.

Steve’s stomach swooped.

“You like that, pretty boy?” Eddie asked, pulling Steve closer.

He nodded and Eddie leaned forward to kiss him. Steve had been kissed and had kissed several girls up to this point, but this? This was on a whole other continent. It felt good.

Steve’s hands immediately went for Eddie’s hair, having been wanting to know what it felt like for years. And it was softer and silkier than he could have imagined.

Eddie broke off their kiss and Steve whined his loss. “Who knew Stevie boy liked the boys.”

Steve pressed forward and recaptured Eddie’s lips. Their hands immediately went for each other’s clothes, grasping and tugging as they tried to get at skin. They tumbled toward the bed as they scrambled to get Steve’s shirt and their pants off.

They land on the bed with a thump and a giggle. Steve’s shirt had gone and Eddie’s pants were unbuttoned.

“God, you’re gorgeous,” Steve breathed, straddling over Eddie’s hips.

Eddie grinned, reaching up for him. “Then come get me, big boy.”

Steve leaned down to kiss him again, just then the door slammed opened and Steve’s dad stood at the door. There was no mistaking Eddie for attacking Steve, not with Steve on top. It was very clear that both boys were very into what was happening too.

Mr Harrington pulled Steve off of Eddie throwing him to the ground. He wasn’t a beefy guy, but Xander Harrington boxed to keep in shape. Tossing a surprised Steve took very little effort on his part. He grabbed Eddie and hauled the drunk young man out the back door. He tossed him onto the cold hard pavement around the swimming pool.

“Get the fuck out of my house!” Mr Harrington sneered. “And if I see you back here before we leave for LA, just know I’ve got a shotgun and the best lawyers in the state.”

Steve who had been following close behind, rushed to Eddie’s side. He looked around for help, but of the few people milling about by the pool, none of them were paying this little drama any mind.

“And no son of mine will be a queer, do you understand?” Mr Harrington roared.

Steve tried to help Eddie to his feet, but Eddie kept shrugging him off.

“Eddie!” Steve murmured. “Just...please!”

Eddie looked over at Steve as if seeing him for the first time. He could tell that Steve hadn’t planned any of this. That Steve was just as distressed as he was about Xander Harrington’s rage. He let Steve help him to his feet and whispered. “Run away with me. Come find me tomorrow at the park behind the community pool.”

Steve nodded, a small, barely there movement. But it was enough. Eddie staggered away from the party, head pounding louder than his heart.

Steve showed up at the park picnic table, backpack slung over his shoulder, Eddie’s shirt in his hand. He managed to get it cleaned and dried so he could return it.

Eddie was already there nursing a hangover of epic proportions. He had dark circles under his eyes like bruises and red, puffy eyes. He whirled around to see Steve standing awkwardly at the edge of the trees.

“What do you want, Harrington?” Eddie snarled from the pain in his head.

Steve hesitated a bit before lurching forward with the shirt. “Um...you left this at my place last night. You said it was your favorite so I wanted to get it back to you.”

“So that’s where it went,” Eddie said, taking it from Steve gingerly, unsure were this bout of kindness was coming from.

“You don’t remember leaving it last night?” Steve asked, his voice cracking.

“Fuck, man,” Eddie sneered. “I drank so much last night I couldn’t even remember my own name this morning.”

Steve lips quiver. “You don’t remember any of it?”

Eddie snapped his fingers. “Wait I do remember being thrown out for kissing a guy. You wouldn’t have had anything to do with that, would you?”

Steve gulped taking a step back. “No! Of course not.”

Eddie eyed him warily. He could tell Steve was lying. But it was a strange kind of reaction. Like Steve was just as terrified of him, as Eddie was of Steve. That couldn’t be right.

“Whatever, man,” Eddie sneered. “Just go.”

Steve took a step toward him and Eddie leveled him with a glare. Steve stopped in his tracks, tears welling up in his eyes.

“You really don’t remember any of it?” he whispered.

“Not a god damned thing,” Eddie bit out. He was starting to worry that he had seen something he shouldn’t have or done something he shouldn’t have. Because Steve was really starting to freak out.

There was a snap of a twig beyond the tree line and Steve startled like a wounded animal. He turned around and ran the opposite direction of the noise and Eddie tilted his head.

What on earth had that been about?

Jeff came out of the trees with McDonald’s and hot coffee. “Best hangover cure there ever was.”

Eddie nodded and took his food from his friend. Jeff spotted the shirt next to him.

“Oh hey, man, you found it!” he said excitedly.

Eddie just nodded and munched quietly on his food. And as he ate, his head felt better but there was a great big black void where his memories of last night were concerned.

Over the next couple of days he kept expecting Harrington to come back, but the boy remained absent. He didn’t even know why he was waiting. Or what he was waiting for. But he felt it like a hole in his chest.

The next time he saw Steve Harrington in person was when he was introducing himself to the band at the sound check ten years later at the Love Loud concert as if they were total strangers. Just further proof the Munson Doctrine is never wrong.

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hanmasghost · 2 years

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saw your requests are open, could i request a dad!reader for takemichi ? maybe where his dad is covered in tattoos and has a resting bitch face, but is a crybaby too?! please and thank you!

“The Crybaby’s Dad”

Authors Note:

Hehehe👹 I love this idea, thank you<3

Pronouns: He/Him

Warning(s): {Reader}? Total chad, ooc(?)

The three boys who stood at Takemichi’s front step stared as they froze in some kind of fear like trace at the person before them.

No one had seen or interacted with Takemichi the past few days so the three people closest to him(Mikey, Draken, and Chifuyu) decided they would go to the blond’s house and check up on him.

But after knocking on the front door, they expected bright blue eyes and a dopey grin of their friend to answer. Not some half naked, buff, tatted up guy with eyes that could wipe the smirk off the face of even the best of fighters.

“Are you….” The man started. His voice deep and groggy as he spoke, placing Toman’s highest ranking members in a stiffened state.

“Takemichi’s friends?!” The man asked with tear filled eyes.

‘Huh?!’ The other three teens thought collectively, all wearing the same dumbfounded look.

Wiping his tears, the man exclaimed “Oh! I’m so glad my baby is making friends!”

“Come in, come in! I’m sorry I’m not fully dressed! I just woke up! Let me get Michi-boy for you guys, help yourself to a bottle of water or something yeah?” The man said as he waved the teenagers inside and pointed to the fridge as he continued to cry.

As soon as he walked away the three boys sighed with relief, feeling like they could finally breathe.

Takemichi walked downstairs to his kitchen alongside his dad who kept crying and rambling about friends or something, his dad soon retreating back upstairs for a t-shirt as to “not be inappropriate towards our guests” whatever that meant.

“Oh! Wow, h-hey guys!” Takemichi waved nervously towards his three friends who sat at his dining table, not knowing they’d be there.

“Hey/partner!” Draken and Chifuyu greeted.

Takemichi went to go offer some food or drinks when Mikey decided to interrupt him with a question instead.

“Who’s the old gay?”

“My dad-“

*smack*

Mikey clutched the back of his head as he sucked in a breath. “Ow! Sorry I meant guy!”

*smack*

“Doesn’t make it any better dumbass! You just insulted Takemitchy’s dad!” Draken scolded as he pushed Mikey’s forehead to touch the table.

“Hey!”

“Pfft-…. Uh… guys?… look...” Chifuyu pointed shakily to the stairs behind Takemichi.

Looking to where Chifuyu was pointing only to see Takemichi’s father standing at the bottom of the stairs, his muscles basically flexing from under his white ben10 shirt.

“Who are you….” The elder man started as he walked past his beloved son, and towards Toman’s leader who currently was looking up at him with half his face smushed into the table he sat at.

“Calling old, punk?”

Before Mikey could even reply the elder burst out laughing, breaking all the tension inside the room. His son and the other blonds laughing a bit nervously alongside him.

Walking behind Draken and Mikey, the man places both his hands on their heads and messed with their hair a bit. “I’m just messin’ with ya kids! My names {Reader}! But you you guys can call me dad!” The man, now known as {Reader} laughed.

Little did the the four males at the dining table know… Takemichi continued to stare at them all strategically, analyzing all of them.

This wasn’t supposed to happen.

You were always set to work over seas planning and serving at famous rich people banquets or something as you were a world known chef, so you were really never home.

Only time you were able to come back to Japan in the og timeline was when Takemichi turned eighteen.

He needed to find Naoto asap and make sure nothing bad happened to you in the future… but for right now? He needed to act natural. So he pushed all his negative thoughts away as he strutted over to the dining table and made conversation.

Unknown to Takemichi… all four males sitting at the table had witnessed his fearful, contemplating stare and were all planning on confronting him individually later on.

#tokyo revengers x male reader #tokyo revengers x reader #x male reader #tokyo rev x reader #takemichi x male reader #takemichi x reader #dad reader

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brienneoftarth1989 · 1 year

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I have a Phasma request if that's OK.

Basically, f!reader is a trainee pilot and has joined an expedition with Phasma and her troopers as a way of getting experience. On the way to land on the planet, she clips one of the struts of her tie fighter.

Already looking down on the pilot, the troopers mock her repeatedly, and when she ignores them, three of them beat her up while the others don't stop them.

Although she manages to dodge a few times, the pilot gets badly hurt. The only thing that saves her is Phasma, who had heard the commotion.

Knocking them off the pilot, she helps her to her office in the command shuttle and tends to her wounds, promising to deal with the troopers and reassuring her that everyone makes mistakes when learning. Lots if comfort plz.

Thanks so much for this suggest. Will be completely honest don’t know loads about Star Wars but I have watched Captain Phasma’s scenes. I’ve tried my best hope you enjoy!

You’re Hurt

Captain Phasma x f reader

Warnings: mentions physical fights

Request open

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Excitement. That’s all you could feel throughout your body. The nerves were hidden away at the moment but they were still there. You had been waiting for this moment your whole life. Both your father and grandfather fought for the dark side. Growing up you basically idolised everyone in what is now known as the First Order. You made it your mission to one day fight alongside the First Order and now that you were finally old enough your training could start.

To your advantage your father had actually been training you before you could join the dark side as one of their stormtroopers and due to this you did have basic training in many areas but the one thing you couldn’t get your grip around was flying the aircrafts. That’s actually a slight lie. You could take off, fly it but you always seem to struggle landing the aircraft back down without worrying that you were going to damage something and you really didn’t want to get in trouble for damaging these expensive aircrafts.

Today though you were finally going out on your first expedition with Captain Phasma and her troopers to get some more experience with flying the aircrafts. You were nervous because you have always looked up to Captain Phasma. When you learned that Captain Phasma was a female and she was the Captain of the First Order you lost your mind. You just couldn’t believe that she could get to that position considering most of these higher positions were done by men. You looked up to Phasma and you are making it your mission to get to where she is one day.

You were currently in your quarters getting yourself ready for the expedition. You put your white armour on followed by your helmet before leaving your quarters to find Captain Phasma and the rest of her troopers. You made your way to the runways where your aircraft was waiting for you. You could see her troopers but couldn’t see her so you lined up near them waiting for the captain to arrive to tell you what you would be doing today. Standing in line you kept to yourself just listening to the men around you and their conversations.

“Who is the newbie?” one of the troopers asked the other while pointing at you. “I haven’t a clue. Hey new kid, what are you doing in Phasma’s division?” He asked walking over to you. “Oh I haven’t joined Captain Phasma’s division officially. I’m here to join you on the expedition to gain some more experience” you said with a beaming smile even though you knew they couldn’t see it with your helmet on. “Well don’t fuck up new kid. Captain doesn’t like mistakes and she will make sure you won’t forget it if you do” he said laughing before getting back in line when he saw Captain Phasma walking in your direction to speak to her troops. You finally let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding. It’s fine. All will be fine. Just don’t fuck up!

Phasma stood in front of you all towering over all her men explaining the focus of the expedition. “Ok troopers the plan for this expedition is to head out to one of the planets that is being controlled by the first order. On land there will be tasks I want you all to complete. Follow the clues and they will lead you to the next task. As you may be aware we have a new trooper on the team today. This is y/n she is coming with us on the expedition today to gain some more experience with her flying. When we arrive at our destination she will be coming with me while you finish your tasks. Now get to your ships and get ready to leave” she commanded before turning on her heels and walking to one of the bigger ships.

You walked in the direction of the ships finding the aircraft that you were assigned to fly. After about five minutes of looking you finally found your aircraft. You were flying a tie fighter. This would be interesting as you have only flown this aircraft once before and last time you tried to land this type of aircraft, well let’s just say it didn’t end well. Your aircraft was at the back of the flock of ships which was fine with you as you would be out the way. You started up the aircraft and got ready to start your journey to this planet you would be going to. You watch in the distance as the ships at the front of the flock start to take off waiting patiently for your turn to do the same. Before you knew it you had taken off and were heading out into the deep dark void following the rest of the flock keeping a safe distance in case anything were to go wrong.

The journey was short but it was peaceful. Your concentration was on what was going on in front of you but every so often your eyes would gaze into the darkness looking at anything that caught your eye. It was wonderful watching the stars move as you flew by and seeing the various planets off in the distance wondering which planet you would be going to. As you gazed back in front you could see that the rest of the flock were starting their descent on the planet in front of you. You were so focused on what was going on around you that you didn’t notice the planet that you were coming up on. You should really stay focused when flying.

By the time you got close enough to land most of the other troopers had already landed and were out of their aircrafts. You quickly mentally prepared yourself to land your aircraft. You’ve got this. You can do this. Just don’t fuck it up whatever you do. You got everything ready to land the aircraft before lowering your aircraft close enough to the ground. It’s fine, it's all good. You thought it was all fine until you heard a massive clank. You briefly lost control but you managed to save it before any major damage could come about it. Once you were safely on the ground you jumped out of your aircraft and walked around the aircraft trying to assess the amount of damage that you had caused to the ship. As you walked around you noticed one of the struts had been damaged when you tried to land. Thankfully it wasn’t too bad and it could most likely be repaired once you arrived back home. You let out a sign of relief knowing that could have been a lot worse.

You were about to go off to find Captain Phasma so you could stick with her but also to let her know that the strut had been damaged slightly when you tried to land. That’s when you were suddenly surrounded by five of Phasma’s troopers after they heard the commotion of you trying to land. “Oh you’re fucked new kid” one of the men said to you. “What do you mean I’m fucked?” You asked confused. There was minimal damage and it could be fixed. What was the big deal? “Phasma doesn’t like it when shit goes wrong especially when the trainee manages to damage her aircrafts. You know she will teach you a lesson” he said laughing under his mask. “It was an accident” you defended yourself “I was just on my way to explain what happened. Like you said I’m a trainee so you have to expect I will make mistakes from time to time. You can’t tell me you’ve never made a mistake in your career?” You said trying to prove a point to them.

“Well I’m going to do Captain a favour and discipline you properly” he said taking a swing at you. You duck under his swing watching in shock as you watch his other arm repeat the exact same action. You tried your best to dodge it but he managed to get you square on your helmet. You suddenly felt a set of hands grab your arms holding you in place. You tried desperately to escape their powerful grip so you could defend yourself again but all you were doing was wasting your energy. You watched as some more troopers came over but not to help. They just watched and cheered and spurred on the men currently trying to cause you harm. You watched as punch after punch impacted your body. Kicking you in the stomach causing all your air in your lungs to escape your body. At some point they had managed to knock your helmet off and went to town on your face. All you could see was red and all you could feel was pain from head to toe. You had collapsed into their arms before they threw you onto the floor. You heard everyone walk away and all you could do was lay on the floor and curl up into a ball trying to protect yourself.

You suddenly felt a pair of hands wrap around your body picking you up. You flinched at the sudden pain that coursed your body. You managed to lift your head slightly to see who was carrying you and to your surprise it was Captain Phasma. You were too busy trying to stay conscious that you hadn’t even noticed Phasma come over tackling her troopers to the ground, getting them off you. She then managed to clear the crowd to then immediately come over to you to see if you were ok. To say Phasma was furious was an understatement. She doesn’t even know what caused the fight to break out but she doesn’t think that the behaviour was acceptable. She brought you back to her command shuttle and into her office so she could treat your wounds.

She placed you down on one of the chairs in the office. You winced in pain as your body made contact with the chair. “I’m sorry. Just try and relax I’m going to get you cleaned up” you relaxed into the chair and waited for Phasma to return back to you. Phasma went to grab some salt water, some sterile pads, an ice pack and a number of bandages. She walked back to you handing you the ice pack. “Place this on your face sweetheart it will help with the pain” she said as you took it from her and placed it on one of your eyes that felt like it was bruising already. Phasma grabbed the sterile pads letting the salt water soak into it.

“I’m sorry this is going to hurt.” You suddenly inhaled when you felt the sting on your face as the salt water entered your open cuts. “Fuck! Ow this fucking hurts!” You almost screamed. “I’m sorry darling. It will be over soon” she said, continuing to wipe away the blood across your face. “Why did they do this to you?” She asked. “I don’t know. I basically fucked up the landing which resulted in the one of the struts to become damaged. The damage is minimal I checked myself so I was about to go and find you to inform you what had happened when they surrounded me. They told me you hate mistakes and that they were going to teach me a lesson for you. That’s when they started attacking me. I tried to defend myself but eventually they overpowered me!” You whimpered, starting to cry. You didn’t know if you were crying due to the pain or just being overwhelmed but Phasma whipped away your tears trying to comfort you.

“It will be ok. We are going to get you all cleaned up. Those troopers are going to be disciplined accordingly by me personally. I know exactly who they are and they won’t be getting away with this. You can trust me on that. Phasma finished cleaning you up and covering your wounds with the bandages. You pulled the ice pack away from your face revealing many swollen bruises. Phasma gazed down at you sensing the amount of pain you were probably in. “It’s going to be alright. The pain and swelling will eventually subside but you will definitely have some scars. You need to rest, sweet one. I have to go and discipline some troopers but I will be back shortly to check on you. Keep that ice pack near and there are some painkillers on my desk if you need some more” she said to you getting herself ready to go back to work.

You watched as she walked away before standing up and going to look in the mirror. You didn’t even recognise yourself due to the swelling but she has cleaned you up really well. You went back to the chair curling up into a comfy position shutting your eyes trying to rest just waiting for Phasma to return so you could spend some more time with her.

#gwendoline christie #gwendolineuniverse #fanfics #captain phasma #comfort #fluff #star wars #first order #physical fight #fighting #first aid #caring #you’re hurt #brienneoftarth1989

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thelov3lybookworm · 7 months

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The Elites

Day 7: free day

Summary: old debts need to be paid.

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A/n: mafia lucien is soo 🤤 also, I know this is pretty cliché. So what? Its just a one-shot. All that matters is Lucien is hot 😏

(should i do part 2...?)

@lucienweekofficial

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Lucien sipped on his coffee as he read through the reports in his hand, the TV in front of him playing some news channel, the volume turned low. Not loud, but audible enough that he could listen to it.

Or his assistant could. At the moment, she was lounging in the chair on the other side of his desk, staring intently at the TV.

Something occurred to Lucien as his attention flitted to the TV for a moment. The man that was currently being interviewed looked familiar.

"Have we yet found the man who stole from my father?" He questioned, setting the reports down on his desk.

His assistant– Alice– glanced at him.

"No." She replied flatly.

Lucien nodded, his eyes not moving from the man. He grabbed the remote without looking and increased the volume, leaning back in his seat and grabbing his coffee again.

"Who is that guy?"

"Some random billionaire. He's recently became very famous. Has four daughters."

Lucien let that information marinate in his mind.

This man definitely looked familiar, and Lucien wasn't going to let that slide.

Could that be him?

"Alice?" He called.

"Hmm?"

"Think you can get me the file my father had on all his business partners? Also the file he kept on who all he had lent money to."

"Sure." She got up, fixing her skirt and shirt, clasping the few top buttons she always had open. Lucien eyed her for a moment before looking away. She always did that when in his presence, opening her shirt buttons until her chest was practically falling out of it.

"Thanks. Please make sure it's recieved by the next hour."

She nodded and left. And then Lucien pulled out his phone and dialed a number.

"Hello?"

"Festus. I want you to–"

"You know you can call me Jurian, right? It's my name after all." The voice was cheerful, meant to be deceptive. And it could fool people if they didn't know that he, Jurian Festus, was private investigator for the elite mafia families. Lucien's family was one of those elites.

"Festus. I'm going to need you to get me all the information you can about this new billionaire. Apparently, he's recently become very famous."

"Mr Archeron you mean? Oh yeah I can get you information about him."

Lucien felt his eyes narrow. "How do you already know who I am talking about?"

Jurian laughed. "I was just researching about him for fun because I had nothing else to do. Turns out, he'd been a very wealthy man, trading in jewels and what not. He suddenly went off the radar for some years, almost a decade. He's now back, claiming he'd lost all his wealth due to a shipwreck or something. Apparently, he recently found out the ships never stopped sailing."

Jurian took a pause, then continued. "The youngest of them is married into the Night family. Has beef with the Springwell family. The second oldest is the favourite of Mister Archeron. Doesn't really give a fuck about the oldest and third daughter."

Lucien took all of that information in before responding.

"Get me all the background on him and everyone he associates himself with."

"Sure. Did you try the new drink–"

Lucien hung up before Jurian could agitate him further.

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"Alice. My office. Now." Lucien spoke into the telephone.

He had recieved the reports on the Archeron father, and turned out the man really was familiar.

"Yes?" Alice pushed open the door, strutting in like she owned the place. Her shirt buttons were again undone almost halfway, her hair pulled back into a tight ponytail.

"Get my car ready. I'm going to meet someone."

She cocked her head. "Who is it that you are going to see?"

Lucien stood, setting the reports aside.

"You are my assistant, Alice, not my mother. I do not need to let you know of anything if it does not concern you. Do not make me repeat myself. Get my car ready."

He could see her fuming, steam practically coming out of her ears. But she nodded and turned away, walking out of his office.

Lucien pulled out his gun, making sure it was loaded before he left his room.

This was going to be a fun trip.

He found his car waiting for him in front of his house. It was a black SUV.

When he went to open the door, a hand shot out to grasp the handle. He slowly turned his head to look at the person, a muscle in his jaw ticking.

Alice gave him a charming smile.

"Were you planning on leaving without me?"

Lucien gripped her hands, tightening his hold until fear entered her eyes. "Get out of your limits again, and you'll lose your job."

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The Archeron home was huge, but it was humble compared to the Cleaver's estate.

It didn't even begin to compare.

Lucien walked upto the door, his group of guards and security right behind him. As soon as he rang the bell, the sound of footsteps greeted him.

The door opened, and he expected a servant to peek out.

But he found himself looking at a woman, barely any older than him. She was beautiful, her eyes captivating as she stared at Lucien.

"How may I help you?" She raised an eyebrow.

Lucien blinked, then cleared his throat. "Uh– yes– I'm here to meet with Mister Archeron."

Her eyes roamed over his security team, incredulity taking over her features. "Alright..." She drew out the word.

"Who is it?" A firm voice asked from behind the lady, and she glanced back.

"I don't know. He says he's here to meet father."

From the slight gap over her head, Lucien could see a similar looking woman, though older, standing there.

"I'll get him. Don't let anyone in."

A few moments passed, and the woman who had opened the door inched it open slowly, leaning against it as she pulled a novel out of nowhere and began reading.

Lucien found himself studying her, and by the time Mister Archeron arrived, Lucien had memorised almost everything on her body. From her features to her clothes to the accessories she wore, everything.

"Who is it?" An irritated voice questioned from inside the house, and Lucien looked to find the man he'd seen on TV that morning walking towards the door.

"Lucien Cleaver." The man paled, and Lucien smiled, ignoring the questioning look the woman sent him. "That last name mean something to you?"

"No. Absolutely not. Y/n, why don't you go read somewhere else? Let me handle this now."

Y/n. A beautiful name. Lucien thought.

As soon as the girl was out of sight, Lucien got to the point.

"I know you know who I am, so let's not pretend. The contract will stands, and according to it, you are obliged to get our money back."

"I don't know what you are talking about. Leave the property before I call the guards."

Lucien smiled slowly. "You don't want to do that."

The man swallowed, realising he could not get out of this one. "I can't return the money. I don't have it right now."

Lucien studied the man. He knew Archeron was lying, but maybe Lucien could get something out of this facade.

"That's okay then."

"Is it?" Archeron looked at Lucien warily. Smart.

Lucien smirked. "You can have all the time you want to return the money, and in the meanwhile, you are supposed to hand over something precious to you."

"What do you want? Jewels?"

"Your daughter."

"No. You will not have any of my daughters."

"I'm not asking for your favourite Elain. I'm good with Y/n too."

The man's eyes turned from wary to contemplative. "I... if I do that, will you leave me alone?"

Lucien shrugged. "You will have her back once you return our money."

Archeron sighed. "Fine. Have her."

It took all Lucien had in him not to shoot him them and there. Lucien hated people who were ready to trade away their kids so they could have some money in their pocket.

But lucien didn't do that, because if this man was ready to let his daughter leave with someone he didn't know, then he didn't deserve to have her.

"I'll get her ready."

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General Taglist: @bubybubsters @eos-princess @nightless @lizziesfirstwife

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absolutepokemontrash · 2 years

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A Very Lovecraftian Exchange Student

Chapter 2

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Warnings: Body horror, violence, Levi being a total gatekeeping neckbeard

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“Mammon?”

“Eh?”

“I wanna go up to the attic.”

Mammon nearly spat out his scrambled eggs, he looked up at the human, who was casually picking at their pancakes and spraying an inordinate amount of whipped cream all over their food.

“Why the fuck would ya want to do that?”

“Oh.” MC shrugged. “I haven’t been able to sleep very well these last few weeks, and I think it’s my latent human curiosity.”

Quirking an eyebrow, Mammon went back to eating his breakfast. “MC, are ya sure it isn’t that human psychology class you decided to take fillin’ your head with all these ideas?”

“Nope!” MC chirped. “I’m perfectly rational despite the lack of…”

The human yawned.

“Sleep…”

Mammon snickered and leaned back in his chair. “Ya know whatcha need to get in the attic? One of Levi’s fancy-shmancy TV show soundtracks, some of them are cursed as hell, and Lucifer loves that shit.”

“Ohhhh… then we should go talk to your brother!”

“Wait what?”

“Come on, Mammon!” MC hopped out of their seat and rushed out of the dining room, leaving Mammon bewildered in his seat.

He sat there for a brief moment, wondering what the hell he just sparked, before suddenly being yanked after the human like he was being dragged by an invisible cord.

“HUMAN!”

“Hm hm hm~!”

“HUMAN LET ME GO!”

“Oh! Mammon!” The human abruptly stopped skipping and turned around, causing the invisible cord to be yanked forward and splat directly onto his face. “Are you coming too?”

“I guess I have to…” Mammon grumbled. He didn’t even get to finish his eggs…

“Levi!” MC gave Leviathan’s door a few hard knocks. “Leviathan!”

“Password?”

Mammon picked himself off the floor and wearily shook his head. He felt like a tired father more than a babysitter.

“Levi, just let the human in, we need to talk.”

“BZZZT! Password denied. Get wrecked.”

“Levi for the love of everything normal can you not speak like a Call of Duty lobby?”

“Screw off, Mammon! I’m busy watching Ruri Hana Demon Girl!”

“What’s that?” MC piped up and asked.

“It’s only the best and greatest anime of all time!” Levi shouted through the door. “And the ‘screw off’ goes for you too, human! Ooooohhhh, the Discord is going to hear about this later…”

“Levi, quit talkin’ to your weird Dungeons, Dungeons, and more Dungeons friends and talk to your big brother.”

“It’s called DUNGEONS AND DRAGONS, GRIMM-FOR-BRAINS!”

“Levi, we just need to borrow a record…” MC knocked again, and once again, Levi did not open the door.

“My my, what’s all this?”

Mammon and MC turned to see Solomon strutting down the hallway. The other human exchange student had his arms crossed with an amused smile playing on his lips.

“The hell are you doin’ here, Solomon?” Mammon asked, shooting the wizard a glare as he let out a carefree laugh.

“Why, I’m simply here to visit Leviathan!” Solomon replied, confidently striding right up to Levi’s door.

“We’re here to do that too!” MC said, excitedly raising their hand in the air. “Can you get us in?”

“Perhaps.” Solomon then cleared his throat, and made a show of knocking on the door. “Leviathan? It’s me?”

“Password?”

“The second lord,”

After exchanging a back and forth of absolute utter nonsense, The door unlocked.

“Woah!” MC’s eyes sparkled as the door swished open. “Thanks Solomo-“

“STOP RIGHT THERE CRIMINAL SCUM!”

As MC touched the door after Solomon stepped in, a force on the other side slammed into it with the force of a freight train.

“You aren’t coming in!” Levi said through gritted teeth as he desperately attempted to push the door shut. MC on the other hand, had both hands firmly planted on the door and was holding it open.

“But Levi,” MC said, a slight whine to their tone. “I want to borrow that-”

“YOU AREN’T GOING TO GET IT, SO JUST GIVE UP!”

“Hey! Levi, be gentl-“

With one last shove, the door slammed shut and sent MC tumbling backwards until they hit the wall. Mammon whispered a quiet “shit” under his breath as he helped the human off the ground.

“Oi, you alright? I’m honestly surprised you lasted that long to-“

“I didn’t like that.”

“Huh?”

MC’s face was unusually blank, their eyes were fixed on the closed door.

“I didn’t like your brother doing that.”

Mammon looked from the human to the door.

“M-man, MC, you’re lookin’ awful serious-”

“I… didn’t… LIKE THAT-“

And with that, MC lunged forward, fist pulled back and ready to slam it into the door.

Quick as a flash, but still only just barely fast enough to grab MC’s fist and attempt to pull them back, Mammon desperately tried to drag the human back.

“M-MC! Calm down!” Mammon sputtered, actually struggling to hold MC back. “We’ll get the record some other way, just cool it!”

MC abruptly paused, their eyes inhumanely wide as they slowly moved to look at Mammon. The Avatar of Greed gulped and felt the slightest bit of sweat begin to build on his brows as the human gave him a slow once-over.

Finally, after what felt like forever, MC lowered their fist, and Mammon released them.

“How are we going to find the record?” MC asked, their normal bouncy voice returning.

“I-uh…” Mammon had been talking completely out of his ass a second ago. Maybe he could steal it? No… Levi was on high guard ever since Mammon gave him the Seraphina figurine. “Maybe we can… win it from him.”

“Win it?”

“Yeah! Win it!” Mammon jumped up, his mind beginning to race. “We can challenge Levi to some kinda contest, and the winner gets the record.”

“Will he even accept the challenge?”

“Psh, duh!” Mammon turned and pointed a finger at MC. “Ya just gotta claim you’re the superior nerd, then challenge the weaboo bastard! He won’t be able to decline!”

“Ah! What a wonderful idea!”

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“Why do I have to be here again?”

Mammon was sitting cross legged in front of the human’s tiny school provided laptop as they desperately attempted to figure out how to stream the entire TSL series.

“An all-night television show binge! I’ve never done one of those before, and I’d like to do it with a friend!”

“Psh… why was I expectin’ to hear ya say that?” Mammon mumbled, blood rushing to the tips of his ears.

“What’s the popcorn making schedule?”

Mammon turned to look at his dear little brother with a relatively blank expression. “Beel, buddy, if you’re gonna hog all the popcorn, make you’re own schedule. I don’t even know why you’re here.”

“Beelzebub is here because Asmo recommended I make more friends!”

“Also, MC offered snacks.”

“That too.”

Finally, the ear splittingly loud opening theme to The Tale of the Seven Lords broke through the laptop and MC let out a cheer.

“Yes! I’ve done it! I’ve committed piracy!” MC whooped. “…is piracy usually this painful to listen to?”

Reaching over and lowering the volume on the laptop, Mammon shook his head. “Nah, only if ya wanna wake the dead with the noise.”

As the show began, Mammon felt something thump against his shoulder. Looking down, he saw MC, eyes glued to the screen, their lips pressed together in a thin, focused line. Mammon felt himself smile, and a purr begin to rumble in his chest.

He really liked this human, huh?

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“And then I told that Succubus that if she wants to have a sliver of a chance with me, she needs to get a better haircut.”

“Mhmmmmmm…”

“Satan?” Asmo knitted his eyebrows, he and his dear brother were sitting in RAD’s courtyard, the fifth born had so sweetly offered to paint Satan’s nails, but he was busily scribbling away in his notebook. “Satan.”

“Oh really?”

“SATAN!”

“EH?!” Satan snapped back to into focus and was met with an angry Asmo giving him a sharp glare.

“What is it? I’m trying to write.”

“Since when are you a writer, Satan?” Asmo asked with a raised eyebrow. “Ugh… don’t tell me…”

“Don’t tell you what?”

“Are you documenting the human again?”

“Human?! Asmo, they are so clearly not human and that is why I must document them!” Satan exclaimed, his eyes darting to the other end of the courtyard where MC was fawning over Beel, who was busily chowing down on his lunch. “They’re an entirely new species! A being of unknowable power!”

“Oh come on,” Asmo tutted. “They’re nigh indistinguishable from a normal human at this rate.”

“THE CHIPS ARE ANGRY!” MC shouted.

“It means they’re spicy.” Beel explained.

“Yes…” Satan muttered, then began to hastily scribble in his notebook again. “Very indistinguishable.”

“Tsk, anyway~,” Asmo grabbed Satan’s free hand and began to file his nails. “Have you heard about what our sweet MC is doing with Levi?”

“The TSL tournament, right, I heard Mammon and MC calling Levi a chicken for not accepting the challenge this morning.”

Asmo daintily giggled and nodded. “Poor thing, going up against Levi. They’re going to get decimated…”

“Unless…”

“Oh Satan, we just have to help the poor dear!” Asmo’s face split into a mischievous smile. “And I bet sweet MC would be in our debt if we did~.”

A devious grin spread across Satan’s face as he slowly began to nod in agreement.

“Oh Asmo, so devious… I’m in.”

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Levi impatiently drummed his fingers against his podium, staring daggers at the human exchange student across from him. The human of course, was smiling, as always, which only served to make Levi’s normally cold blood boil.

Asmo was making it quite difficult for Levi to angst, however. The fifth born was prancing around in a sequined suit like a game show host, and MC squealed with excitement whenever the light caught the pink sparkles of the suit.

“What an interesting turn of events, don’t you think, Lucifer?”

“Mm…” Lucifer sighed, not even bothering to look up at Diavolo. “Interesting is one word for it…”

“Can we get this started, already?!” Mammon called from his seat. He had his feet kicked up on the table in front of him with his arms crossed as he leaned dangerously far back in his seat.

“Impatient, Mammon?” Satan asked, a sly smile stretching across his face.

“Psh, yeah, I got better things to do.” Mammon huffed, Levi rolled his eyes at this. Anyone with two braincells could figure out that Mammon was down bad for the human.

Beel took a bite out of his ice cream cone, which made everyone, save for MC, visibly cringe. “I was promised a show with my ice cream, can we get started?”

“For once,” Levi sneered. “I agree with Mammon and Beel, let’s get this shit started so I can mop the floor with the fake nerd-normie.”

“Mop the floor with me? Don’t we have cleaning products for that?”

“FIRST QUESTION~!” Asmo finally called out, his suit glimmering. “MC, tell me, who’s the second born lord?”

What kind of a question is that?! Levi wondered. Any fake fan would know the answer!

“The Lord of Fools.” MC answered, Asmo gleefully clapped his hands.

“That’s my good little Shoggoth!”

Shoggoth..? Is that a normie term I’m too much of an otaku to understand..? Levi wondered.

“Now Levi, at approximately 8 minutes and 43 seconds into the deleted scene that was supposed to go into episode eight of the Dragon Fire arc, what was the Lord of Fools holding in his left hand?” Asmo pointed the mic right in Levi’s face, which he moved out of the way with a wave of his hand and glared at the human.

“It was the broken head of his golden sceptre. Duh.”

“Very good, Levi! You must have a lot of free time.” Asmo very saccharinely patted Levi on the cheek before turning his attention back to MC.

As the trivia contest continued, Levi couldn’t help but stare dead-ahead at the human. Something was tingling at the edge of his senses, something was just… wrong.

It wasn’t the shared little glances and smirks with Mammon either. Levi had long expected the two of them to try and get the drop on him somehow, not that they could, but there was something behind the human’s eyes that wasn’t meant to be there. Something fundamentally… alien…

“Oh come on!” Mammon blurted out, nearly falling back in his chair as he scrambled to his feet. “I’m gettin’ bored here, MC, let’s hurry up and end this with our secret weapon!”

“Psh, secret weapon?” Levi put the back of his hand to his mouth and laughed. “What a load of shit. I know everything about every piece of TSL media that’s ever been released!”

“Exactly, Levi,” Mammon said with a fanged smirk. “Released media. Tell him, MC!”

And with that, an assault on every single one of Levi’s senses began, the most abhorrent of sins within fandom was invading his poor, unprepared brain… spoilers…

MC cheerfully explained every future plot point, character detail, and fight scene in excruciatingly exact detail, leaving nothing to shock or surprise the Avatar of Envy. Levi dragged his nails down the side of his face as MC recounted how the Lord of Masks was going to team up with the Lord of Emptiness in order to get the drop on Henry and the Lord of Corruption.

“And yeah! That’s what’s going to happen in the next book! Exciting, right?” MC finally finished, and was then met with the almost sarcastic applause of both Satan and Asmodeus.

“Wow, MC, you’re a real nerd, huh?” Asmo giggled, then turned to Levi, shoving the microphone in his face. “Levi, sweetheart, what do you think about the exchange student out-dweebing you?”

Levi stood completely straight and still, his face drained of colour as his mouth hung completely agape. There was… there was no way this human could possibly have more TSL knowledge than him! No one else in the world had more TSL knowledge than him!

Blood roared in Levi’s ears as his heart began to slam against his ribcage in a terrible rhythm.

“I-impossible…” Levi whispered.

Countless hours of watch time, dozens of fan meetups, thousands of hours worth of online scouring for any spare piece of trivia… all of that was null and void because of some… some human who didn’t even know what TSL was until a few days ago!

“Well, no, it’s not impossible, I just did it.” MC said with their usual, enraging little smile. Levi felt a hiss escape his throat as his pupils contracted while he glared at the human.

“Well, sorry Levi,” Mammon gave his younger brother a halfhearted finger gun. “Looks like MC might not have all the useless knowledge you got, but they know what really counts.”

“That’s not…” Levi managed to sputter as his throat began to close. “That’s not…”

“That’s not what, Levi? Say it louder so the mic can pick it-“

“THAT’S NOT FAIR!” Levi’s hand shot out and crushed the head of the microphone before slamming it into the ground.

Asmo shrieked in surprise and jumped backwards as Levi grabbed the edge of his podium and flung it aside like it was a ragdoll. It splintered against the door of the assembly hall with a loud crash.

Forked tongue flicking out between his teeth, Levi felt his tail lash behind him as he slowly grew taller. “THERE’S NO WAY SOME STUPID HUMAN COULD POSSIBLY BE A BIGGER FAN THAN ME. THERE’S NO WAY IN THE NINE CIRCLES OF THIS STUPID FUCKING HELLHOLE.”

“But there is a way.” MC was staring up at him, not a single glint of fear in their eyes. “I was told.”

“L-Levi…” Mammon called out, hands up and slowly approaching him like he was a feral animal. “C-come on, it’s just a little trivia contest…”

“SHUT UP, MAMMON!” Levi levelled an accusatory finger at his older brother, his eyes glowing a deep orange. “YOU HELPED THEM WITH THIS, DIDN’T YOU?! JUST TO SPITE ME! YOU ABSOLUTELY IRREDEEMABLE SCUMBAG!”

“Leviathan!” Lucifer rose from his seat so quickly the chair skidded and slammed into the back wall. “Calm yourself down immediately before-“

“Don’t call Mammon a scumbag.” MC said, icily calm. “He was very kind in helping me.”

“You…” Levi could feel his neck pop and crack as he turned to look back at the human. “Do you ever… know when… to SHUT UP?!”

And with that, Levi lunged for them.

Time seemed to slow to a crawl as Levi soared forward, claws outstretched, magic crackling between his fingers, but as Levi’s snake like eyes flitted to the side for the briefest of moments, all he could notice was a look of pure terror on some of the faces in the crowd.

The icy stillness of Diavolo’s face was enough to send shivers down Levi’s spine, the wide eyed panic on Asmo, Beel’s and Satan’s, and the near look of resigned defeat, rage, and horror on Lucifer’s made Levi… hesitate.

Until he felt something ram into his gut and stop him dead in his tracks.

The human had somehow split themselves almost completely in half, opening up their chest and sending a thick, inky black tendril directly at Levi. It wrapped around him and held him in place midair. Through the ink-like fluid, Levi could feel that there was something solid beneath it. The tendril flexed and twisted around, almost like Levi’s own tail.

Levi heard Lucifer shout his name, but he couldn’t turn his head to check. Breath quickening, Levi thrashed in his bindings, trying to claw his way out.

“What the… WHAT THE HELL?!” Levi screamed.

“Your behaviour has been… suboptimal.” MC blankly said. Their body was stiffly yanked backwards by an unknown force, keeping them perfectly straight, but not letting them hit the ground. Eyes sprouted from within MC’s empty chest cavity and began to shoot out and bob around Levi’s prone form, staring at his tail, horns, and newly grown-in fangs.

“I do not appreciate being treated like this.” MC’s voice seemed to be coming from everywhere at once, Levi felt himself begin to involuntarily convulse within the iron grip of the tendril as the sickening sound seemed to bounce off his very skull. “After all, I’ve been nothing but a good exchange student.”

“Put him down. Right now!” Levi faintly heard Lucifer snarl, but if all felt so far away… so distant…

“Lucifer.” MC said, the faintest hint of confusion in their voice. “I’m just defending myself. I was attacked first.”

“MC.” Diavolo’s voice called out. “Please release Leviathan, I don’t think he’ll be a threat to you anymore. Not after this display.”

After a brief moment of hesitation, Levi was dropped. The Avatar of Envy felt himself fall directly into someone’s arms, but his head was still buzzing from the near crushing grip of the tendril.

“I gotcha… Levi… I gotcha…” Levi heard Mammon whisper.

“Have I won the tournament?”

That question sucked the air out of the room, as his vision finally began to clear, Levi looked over at where the human… no, the thing was standing.

They looked… normal again, like the nightmarish monster had never even made itself known! MC, the totally normal, albeit a bit socially odd human exchange student, was smiling again.

Diavolo sucked in a breath, and stiffly nodded. “I… I believe you did…”

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“Mammon!” MC called out as they skipped through the halls of the house of Lamentation. “Mammon come on! We won! Let’s go celebrate!”

MC stopped outside of Mammon’s closed door, and raised a fist to knock, only for their hand to be caught just mere inches from hitting the door.

Looking up, MC saw Lucifer. His eyes were a deep shade of unnatural, piercing red that made MC involuntarily shiver.

“Don’t speak to Mammon.”

Tilting their head, MC squinted up at Lucifer. “Why not?”

“After the stunt you pulled today you’re lucky you’re even still in one piece.”

The air went still. Neither dared to take a breath. The glow in Lucifer’s eyes got brighter and brighter, and MC felt their chest tighten at the sight.

Horns, pitch black wings, and a diamond birthmark appeared on Lucifer, but that wasn’t all. Faint, red patterns, akin to the centre of a peacock’s feathers fanned out behind Lucifer. Each of the piercing crimson eyes stared down at MC, filling up every square inch of their mind.

“You might be strong, but you have no idea what I could do to you.” Lucifer said through a maw of dagger-sharp teeth.

Lucifer abruptly returned to normal, dropped MC’s arm, and stalked off down the hall.

MC stood still, not breathing, fidgeting, or even thinking. They just felt hot blood rush to their cheeks.

A door creaked open. Asmodeus poked his head out into the hallway.

“Okay, someone on this floor is absurdly turned on and I have no idea why, because the vibes here are rancid.”

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Levi sat in his bed-tub pressed into the pile of pillows by his weighted blanket.

“…Henry…” Levi whined. “Am I stupid..?”

“No, Levi.” Henry 2.0 replied. “You’re not stupid. You had no idea MC would turn into a giant monster.”

“You’re right.” Levi straightened up, wrapping his blanket around his shoulders. “I just… didn’t expect a sneak attack like that! Just… the mere idea that they knew that stuff about the next TSL stuff… it drove me crazy… I really am just some useless sucky Otaku…”

“Just because they knew one spoiler does not mean you’re any less of a fan of TSL.” Henry continued. “You’re the Grand Admiral of Hell’s Navy, the third eldest and powerful among the seven rulers of hell, you’re far from some Otaku loser.”

“Psh… Admiral Of Hell’s Navy… what a useless fucking title…” Levi murmured. “I haven’t done anything with my army since the pirate invasion, and that was over 350 years ago…”

“Those pirates were undead and on ghost ships, you’ll be able to fight them again in the next hundred years!”

“That’s not the point…” Levi huffed. “But thanks, Henry 2.0.”

“LEVI!” A harsh knocking on the door stirred Levi from his self deprecating stupor. “It’s me! It’s MC! I’m here for the record!”

“Y-yuh… you s-still want the record..?” Levi shakily inched towards the door.

“Yes. Fear not, Leviathan. I’m not mad anymore.” MC said. “If neither of us harm each other, I think we could get along just fine.”

“U-uhhh…” Levi slowly opened the door open a crack, being met with MC’s smiling face.

“Hello!” MC chirped.

“H-hey…” Levi mumbled. “So… I suppose you want that pact now…”

“Pact?” MC tilted their head. “Well, I sure would like one. Having one with Mammon has been so much fun!”

MC stuck out their hand, tiny and human, and Levi shakily stuck out his own.

“Thanks Levi!” MC beamed as the sudden zap from the pact mark nearly made Levi jump. “I’ll take the record now.”

“R-r-right!” Levi shut the door and rummaged through his things, careful not to damage any of his precious collectibles. Finally, he struck gold, and pulled out his special TSL soundtrack… farewell, dear soundtrack.

He slid the record under the door, and MC gasped in delight before picking it up. “I won’t damage it! I’ll have it back in one piece, promise.”

“Th-thanks…” Levi stopped himself before he could say ‘human’. What even… was MC anyway? “Um… MC…”

“See you around, Leviathan!”

Levi heard the telltale signs of feet thumping against the carpet and moving away from his precious sanctuary. The avatar of envy felt himself release a sigh of relief as he flopped backwards onto the floor. Geez… what had he gotten himself into..?

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“Demons like handwritten notes, right?” MC wondered to themselves as they placed a bow on top of the record along with a handwritten note in messy cursive. As quickly as MC had adapted to life in the Devildom, they hadn’t exactly fully gotten the hang of writing yet.

Coming to a stop outside of Lucifer’s room, they slid the little gift underneath the door and began their walk towards the attic.

The stairs to the top winded up in a dizzying pattern, but MC only smiled and began to jog up the stairs two at a time, excitement and adrenaline coursing through their veins.

Until of course, they slammed into an invisible wall and were sent tumbling backwards.

“Shit, are you… dead?” MC heard a familiar voice ask.

“No.” MC replied, a jumbled heap of fractured bones and pulled muscles at the bottom of the staircase. They felt their body snap back into place, and as quick as a flash they were back to normal. “Why can’t I get up?”

“Lucifer’s magic…” the voice grumbled. “Just- hang on. Try coming up again.”

MC, this time with more caution, started up the stairs, and when they got to the invisible barrier, it seemed to crumple under their touch, like old plastic wrap.

“H-hurry! This is taking a lot of my energy!”

Taking the voice’s words to heart, MC pushed aside the crumbling magical barrier and stepped into the attic. Leaning on a metal door at the end of the hallway, was a… slightly familiar face.

“Do I know you?” MC asked as they made their way over. “You look familiar.”

The man shrugged, then yawned. “It’s possible, I have one of those faces. Anyway,”

A lazy grin spread across the man’s face as he looked MC up and down. “You’re the human exchange student, huh?”

Ah! He thinks I’m human! I’m getting a good grade at being normal!

MC nodded enthusiastically, muscling through a cheeky giggle. “Yep! That’s me! I’m MC, pleasure to meet you!”

The stranger gave MC a nod. “Yeah, nice to meet you too. So as you can see, I’m a little stuck up here.”

“Oh!” MC gasped, inspecting the door. “How’d that happen?”

“Lucifer…” the stranger growled, but MC felt their face flush at the mere mention of his name. Sigh, those piercing red eyes filled with unknowable magic powers beyond even MC’s comprehension…

“He trapped me up here.”

“Oh, aren’t you a demon too if you’re in the Devildom? Can’t you just bust down the door? I’ve seen Beel do it when he got locked out of the kitchen.”

“N-no, I’m a human, like you.”

MC squinted and looked the stranger up and down, then nodded. “Yeah, I guess you kind of look like a human.”

“Good, good.” The stranger nodded. “So, I need your help to get me out of here.”

“Oh, okay! I can just-” MC reached out to touch the metal bars of the door.

“NO!” The stranger shouted, stopping MC dead in their tracks. “The door is enchanted!”

Oh. MC thought. And humans can’t normally rip magic doors off their hinges. Gotta keep up the ruse!

“Uh, okay.” MC clapped their hands and took a few steps back. “So what can I do?”

“Make pacts with the demons you’re living with. With their power, you’ll be able to open the door.”

“That sounds so fun!” MC exclaimed, beginning to bounce on their toes. “I loved making pacts with Mammon and Levi! I’ll do my best!”

“…fun isn’t the word I would have used, but alright.” The stranger shrugged and made a shooing motion with his hands. “Now, head back downstairs and don’t mention me to anyone, okay?”

MC gave him a salute, and then bolted back down the stairs, a new mission in mind.

Being everyone’s friend is going to be so so easy! Just watch!

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Author’s Note

Hey all, this chapter was fun to write, I love Levi, he sucks (affectionate)

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i don’t know why but that last picture you posted makes me think of ex!pageant johnny who did beauty pageants when he was a kid/teenager (maybe because of his mom? or because of sid?) and now is super disillusioned with them and kind of doesn’t want to talk about them UNTIL he has to because (maybe) sam? gets into the idea of winning the valley pageant (probably to maybe make a statement about it and johnny kind of is into that idea too) and he starts training her for it and anyway this is my long way of saying i think daniel should witness johnny doing pageant training and lose his mind

- landslided

So, I don’t know if any of you have seen Insatiable but that is what popped up in my mind

It’s about a girl (Debby Ryan) who used to be a big girl and lost weight after surgery (I think) and becomes “hot”. Her lawyer was an ex pageant coach who shows her how to do everything.

(Spoiler) he was lifelong rivals with this one dude for in the show before it was revealed the rival had secretly been in love with him the whole time and they make out in a bathroom BUT I do not care for an AU of this because I much prefer Johnny being an ex pageant queen beauty who helps his non-blood daughter and they bond (instead of everything Patty does to her coach YIKES.)

Johnny shows her everything he can remember—including the tips he got from the beauty queens around him despite not having the opportunity to use most of said tips.

Dark lipstick makes your teeth look whiter. Double sided tape and safety pins are your best friend. Don’t forget your rollers. The higher the heel the longer the leg but the harder it is to have the perfect walk.

One foot in front of the other, good posture, delicate hands, big smile for the judges.

It’s all a performance that you have to be great at or you have no chance at winning.

He usually wore suits as what was expected of him, sometimes themed outfits depending. He would have liked to get to wear all the pretty dresses the girls wore to see if he’d win that competition too. He is, after all, extremely competitive.

He put on some high heels to be silly once when he was cozying up to the judges before the pageant began and got told it was a shame he wasn’t a girl because otherwise he would have been snatched up by a big agency with those perfect visuals.

It pissed him off that he couldn’t do everything.

The creeps that ran the pageants and the annoyance of guys at school teasing him for his forced girly hobby had him bitter and over all of it. The sashes and dainty trophies fit beautifully next to his All-Valley trophy, but had to go. (he couldn’t bring himself to throw them away. It’d be like throwing away his accomplishments. They’re somewhere buried in a box.)

But when Sam brought it up, Johnny jumped to offer his help—cutting off Daniel’s pondering over where they’d find a coach.

Sure, Johnny had to explain to about 4 adults and 12 or so kids that he was in beauty pageants but it only dampened his excitement a little.

Daniel was…really interested in watching him demonstrate for Sam. Really interested—enamored.

He can’t believe Johnny knows nothing about makeup! No wonder his hair was always styled.

Poor Sam had to learn to strut in a room filled with tension between her dad and coach so thick you could cook it in the microwave

Johnny was all “Impress Daniel. Impress Daniel. Impress Daniel” in his mind and Sam rolled her eyes so many times they hurt.

Watching Sam thrive and use her beauty to her advantage was a gift for Johnny. He knows she’s had trouble with people not taking her seriously for it and it genuinely made his heart ache with understanding -he’s also had issues his looks. ‘Pretty boy’ always seemed to be a way of pushing him down.

They don’t let her karate skills go to waste. There are so many things she could do as a talent that it was hard to pick, but they settled for the ice chopping that she knew would make her father happy as a surprise. (idk if they would actually allow that, but that would never stop Johnny or her lol.)

cough cough catch Daniel smitten with the man that helped his daughter and kissing him in the dressing rooms after she wins. Anyone that makes his little girl that proud of herself is a goodie in his book. And MAYBE Johnny had been feeding Sam advice on how to get the angry blond girl so very similar to him and Sam’s ALSO kissed silly in a dressing room until Tory’s face is stained with all her makeup.

#Sorry for the late reply I have a lot of excuses #I am so sorry #i know nothing about pageants #I’m playing #tw weighloss #johnny lawrence #sam larusso

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Tony Starks Daughter- Series One~

Warnings: cussing, and Loki(lmao he needs a warning)

Story Plotline: This is around age of Ultron, but its a little different Loki joins the avengers at Starks Tower to enjoy human life, one of his punishments, but he meets Tony Starks 21 year old daughter, but who very much like her father, but except was falling for Loki a little bit everyday.

Ps: So I know Loki, Scott Lang, or Spiderman is in age of Ultron but I just really love the dynamic, think of it as a secret universe telling the age of Ultron story, I hope you enjoy, I’m hoping to make this a long series so come long to enjoy this with me

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Being the daughter of Tony Stark was hard enough but being in the Avengers tower where they all treated you like a daughter was way worse. I was treated like a child most of the time when I was in fact 21 years old, so being treated like a child was the worst thing to feel as a 21 year old girl. I heard a soft knock on my door while I sat on my phone scrolling through my social media.

“Yes?” I ask lifting my head a bit to look towards the door. Peter perks his head in smiling a bit.

“H-Hey Y/n, Mr. Stark told me to fetch you.” I scrunch my eyebrows confused.

“Why didn’t he just ask Jarvis?” I usually ask if dad asked Jarvis to fetch me whenever it wasn’t so important but it must be serious if he asked Peter to fetch for me.

“I-I don’t know Miss Stark he just asked me to fetch you.” Peter looked nervously at her.

“Peter you can call me Y/n I’ve told you this a million times kid.” I chuckled at the kid in front of me, he was definitely a shy one, but whenever his Spiderman came out he was more confident as Spiderman then peter parker. “Alright I’m coming I guess.” I mumble under my breath. Peter smiled confidently, opening the door for me. I head downstairs at dad’s little lair as I called it, even though he hated that I called it that “sounds like something for bad guys, and I definitely am not that Y/n” he would say each and everything time I said the name. “Hey dad, you asked for me?” I ask strutting into the room, hands in pocket.

“Ah my beloved daughter, you’ve been trapped in your room, I just missed ya.” He says as he was building god knows what.

“Alright dad, what do you need?” I giggled, rolling my eyes at my humorous dad.

“Well, it's not what I need, more like a warning daughter.” He stopped the humor and looked at me seriously. I cock my head to the side like a lost puppy.

“And that is?” I sit down on the chair next to him straddling the seat.

“Well, Loki..” I wide my eyes mostly in anger, mostly in fear.

“Loki?! Is he back?” I stood up from my chair picking at my cuticles.

“No… I mean well yes but not like that, He’s going to be staying here, I’m not too fond of the idea, but Thor says he really is changing, that maybe normal human life would be good for him.” Dad says playing with his tools looking at her with concern. “I just want you to stay away from him, I have no idea if he’s changed or not, but I don’t want him around my daughter.” Dad strictly states putting his tools down and standing up.

“He’s changed? After ya know killing thousands of people, we’re just going to welcome him here after that?!” I exclaim rubbing my forehead a headache starting to form. “Dad I don’t know about this, how are we sure we’re going to trust him?” I turn my back on my dad still rubbing my forehead, it starts to hurt worse then it just did before. “Alright dad there shouldn't be any problem staying away from him.. When is he coming?” My dad starts mumbling under his breath, I face him “Dad when is he coming?” Dad chuckled a bit, rubbing the back of his head.

“Right now?” As he said that I heard a booming voice.

“HEY GUYS LOOK MY BROTHER IS HERE TO ENJOY THE MORTAL WORLD!” I hear Thor boom. If looks could kill it would kill my dad.

“I’ll yell at you later, we have to introduce a stupid God guest or whatever they’re called.” I scoffed my dad keeping his distance from me feeling the heat burn of my body with anger. I walk up with my dad back to the main living room. I cross my arms stomping like a child up the stairs… maybe that’s why everyone thinks I’m a child…

“Oh looky what we have here Loki, we swear we missed you, especially since you left your mark on everyone here in New York.” My dad retorts. I widened my eyes at the low remark my dad made. I look up from the ground staring at the stupid go- oh my god, he was gorgeous. Fuck why did he do what he did. His hair was long silk black, he was tall and lanky, he wore this beautiful black suit that hugged his amazing figure. Loki looked up, locking eyes with my own. I tug at my sleeves a little taken back at his eyes, I couldn’t even look him straight in the eyes for some reason they imitated me. “I don’t know if you’ve met my daughter Y/n, but you are not to go anywhere near her, got me?” Loki crosses his arms, smirking slightly. My dad lifts his eyebrows, also crossing his arms walking closer to Loki. “Got me? Loki the emo.” Thor widens his eyes looking at the stance between the two, basically one trying to be more dominant then the other.

“Alright alright, he understands, don't ya brother!” Thor booms excited. Loki just nods, keeping quiet but observing the room around him. The whole crew eventually comes out greeting Loki, but keeping an eye on him.

“Alright I think we should definitely have a party, with just us of course.” Scott Lang shouts grabbing the alcohol that was in my dad's cabinets. “What ya say Stark! My dad was still glaring daggers at Loki, not 100% satisfied with Loki’s answer from earlier.

“That’s fine but Y/n can’t join.” I whipped around from the conversation I was having with Natasha.

“Um, is that your decision dad?” I quipped back at my father, I love him dearly but he really was a drama queen, huh I really did get my attitude from my dad. My dad lifts a questioning eyebrow at me.

“You’re like 12.” Steve says, taking a swig of the beer that Scott handed him.

“Steve! I’m 21 dude, at least I'm not like 100.” I sass Steve, doing a whole sassy head roll.

“Wait, she's 21?” Steve tries to remain serious but starts laughing when he takes another swing. “Ya know I’m only a joking doll.” I hum a bit swaying my hips moving towards the couch, didn’t realize I was sitting right next to Loki, damn was he quiet.

“Hi, I’m Y/n.” I whispered while my dad was in a conversation with Thor, I knew I was supposed to stay away, and not really talk to him, but I was just being friendly.

“Loki.” He states leaning back on the sofa. He just starts staring at me. “Why are you sitting next to me?” He asks, smirking a bit. I knew he was just trying to show his imitating side so nobody would talk to him or be near him, but I was of course used to my father being that imitating even though underneath all of that my dad was just a big old fluff ball.

“I don’t know, you look interesting, I’m a curious person much like my father.”

“Ah yes, Tony. I didn’t know he had a daughter. You in fact surprised me very much.” He states, damn this dude really just went straight to the point, which I didn’t really mind, straight to the point is better than oddly weird forced conversations.

“Mhm, I am definitely a way better Stark.” I giggled a bit at the small smile he was forming on his face.

“Oh is that so?” Interesting.” My dad turned away from the Thor conversations to see Loki and I have a much enjoyable conversation.

“Uh ah, this ain’t happening.” My dad squishes between Loki and I. “Y/n to your room now.” I groan a bit.

“I am a 21 year old adult, you still can't make me go to my room.”

“I said room, now, you live under my roof, Y/n Stark.” He pats my leg. “Now go.” I roll my eyes before standing up.

“Alright I’ll see you losers tomorrow, when you’re all hungover.” I smirked walking away into my room. God, I mean I did agree to not talk or be near Loki, but he was so interesting. He didn’t seem so terrible, I mean I think of New York and hate him, but I feel like deep down there's something that nobody knows, I see a hurting man mostly, but I’m curious and I wanna dig deeper.

My throat starts getting dry in the middle of the night, god I hated getting up in the middle of the night just to hydrate god. I rolled out of my bed dragging my big snuggly blanket with me groggy walking out to the kitchen. I was so tired I didn’t see the figure standing in the kitchen. “Fuck!” I half screamed just noticing it was Loki standing there all mischievously drinking some water as well, guess we both had the same idea.

“Oh hi Loki.” I groaned, desperately drinking the water I poured into my cup. “Are you doing ok adjusting?” I question leaning back on the counter.

“It’s better than a prison cell, so I'm doing better than I was.” He starts using his magic to play with his water. I smile at the stuff he was making with his magic.

“That’s so cool…” I lean closer to him looking at his magic in detail, his magic was beautiful, it definitely is dangerous but beautiful as well. Loki looks down at me smiling a bit before quickly going back to his normal stoic look.

“You mortals are too impressed by anything you see, hm?” He hums.

“I just wish I had that kind of magic, I mean look around me, I have all these amazing people who literally save the world from danger with powers or with their talents, I just want to help people one day, and if I had that I would in an instant.” I grin and take my last sip of water. Loki looks down at the floor placing his cup down on the counter.

“My mother thought the same, she always used her powers for good… really was a disappointment of a son.” Loki sighs. I place my hand on Loki's shoulder.

“I highly doubt your mother is disappointed in you.” Loki looks up a bit through his hair that still stoic look on his face.

“Oh how would you know? You barely know me.” I shrug a bit knowing he was trying to cover his emotions by deflecting on me.

“Because I know parent’s, and your mom from what I’ve heard from Thor sounds like a lovely mother, I think she wanted best for you, you to love your life and make something out of it, now I know nothing about God’s, but that’s just what I think.” I place my cup in the sink, turning away from Loki about to walk off when I stop in my tracks and look at the broken man in my kitchen. “You’re always welcome to talk to me… I really do like to talk, so if you ever need someone here, I’m always here.” Loki somewhat smirks at the comment.

“If you insist, love.” It rolled off his tongue somewhat easily, I bit my lip to stop the blush rushing up my face. I do a quick hum before rushing into my room. What did I get myself into…

“I know you were talking to him in the kitchen!” My dad screeches. I jolted awake my hair wild and I’m sure all over the place.

“D-Dad.” I say tiredly I look at my phone groaning. “It’s literally 6:30AM!” I flop head back into my pillow before grabbing the pillow besides me placing it over my face, that was before my dad ripped it off my face.

“I said stay away and you apparently don’t listen.” I groan again, turning my back away from him.

“Another thing I get from you huh?” I remark glaring at the wall knowing my dad would get more upset if I glared at him.

“This is no time to joke Y/n, all I’m doing is protecting you.” I turn around to face him rolling my eyes so he can visually see.

“Dad he really doesn’t seem so terrible, he seems broken…” I say sitting up on my back against my bed frame. “I think he really wants to change, and be a better man God, I have no idea what to call him, whatever it doesn’t matter, I see it dad, please just trust me.” My dad grabs the chair on my desk bringing it close to my bed straddling the chair.

“I just don’t want to see you hurt and I can see the attachment from a mile away.” I look down at my hands once again picking at my cuticles. God this was definitely a bad habit I needed to stop.

“You can see that?” I ask my dad hums softly scratching at his beard.

“I trust you kid, just please be careful, I’ll take him away if he does anything harmful to you, you come before anybody here, you got me?” I smile softly nodding a bit, he grabs my chin before kissing my forehead. “Now the team and I have a mission to attend to, Thor probably wants to celebrate tonight so be prepared for that.” I shake my head laughing at my favorite big god.

“Alright sounds like a plan, be safe dad I love you 3000.”

“No, I love you 3000.” He ruffles my hair. “Now go fix up you look like a zombie.”

“Haha, go away.” I grab the bedsheets bringing them over my head groaning like a zombie, my dad starts laughing heading out the door.

“Lazy ass.”

“Everybody get their ass out here, we are going to partyyy.” I hear Thor boom, I walk just wearing simple black pants and a button down t-shirt.

“Oh Thor, you look nice!” I exclaim, Thor chuckles, twirling his hammer around before placing it on the table. Everyone sits down, some start playing cards, some are drinking their hearts out after every mission. I swear they do this. Barton starts twirling his drumstick clearly drunk.

“Dude, that is certainly a trick.” Barton says commenting on Thor's hammer, Thor chuckles passing a drink to Steve sitting on the sofa next to him.

“Oh it’s certainly much more than that.” Barton starts laughing, pointing to the hammer imitating Thor’s voice.

“He shall be worthy should the powwweerr.” he exclaims still pointing at the hammer in front of him “Whatever man, it's a trick!” Thor scoffs a bit knowing exactly what Barton got himself into.

“Oh I wouldn’t do that Barton.” I say sipping on my wine.

“Oh let him Y/n, please be my guest.” Thor says, pointing towards the hammer. Loki sneaks over and sits right next to me watching all these goons trying to pull on the hammer.

“Even I’m a god, I wouldn’t embarrass myself like this.” Loki says, laughing a bit. Oh a laugh? He’s enjoying himself. I take another sip of my wine staring at Loki.

“Once I tried myself to lift that hammer, but nah nothing.” I say bumping into Loki’s shoulder a bit in a teasing way. “And I think I’m pretty worthy.” Loki smiles again.

“I would think so too.” Loki mumbles under his breath. That’s when we all heard it, a blaring noise. I cover my ears.

“Dad what the hell is happening?!” I ask was that Jarvis? Did something happen? We all looked towards the clunky noise when I saw, wait is that Jarvis?

“Jarvis?” My dad asked playing his pad that controlled the place. He starts speaking some nonsense, about how he killed someone and all the crew questioning him. I stand up, Loki does as well grabbing my arm to put me behind him. Ultron sent him… what is happening right now. Loki grabs his daggers from his sleeve, Thor holds onto his hammer waiting for any attack that will happen.

“I’m here on a mission.” Ultron says in his disgusting robotic voice.

“What mission?” Natasha says sternly.

“Peace of our time.” Ultron says looking at everyone in the group when two other robots come out the wall, Steve kicks up the table to block the robots from coming towards him, Loki grabs me and pushes me towards the floor out of the way of danger. That’s when everything began, everyone started protecting and fighting. I haven't seen them in action since New York, and god they were good at their job.

“Stay here.” Loki puts me near the piano to stay away from the danger God. I wish I could help. I wasn't trained, my dad never let me learn. That’s when one of Ultron's army finds me and starts pointing his weapon arm at me, that's when Steve grabs the thing and throws it away from me, Thor slamming his hammer down on it. I see my dad floating on top of the robots trying to break down the thing.

“Get Y/n out of here now!” I groaned standing up. I needed to help, so I grabbed Steve's shield.

“Steve!” I throw the shield towards Steve when he slams it on the robot, my dad finally defeating the robot.

“Well that was dramatic.” Ultron says wobbling away from the scene a bit.

“Dad!” I run towards my dad who slumps himself on the stairs.

“Y/n I told you to get away.” My dad whispers.

“I can’t, Loki tried but I can’t not just leave and not help.” I hold onto my dad glaring at Ultron.

“I’m sorry I know you mean well, you just didn’t think it through.” Steve starts walking forward towards Ultron but stops in his tracks when he starts speaking again. “You want to protect the world, but you don’t want it to change. How is humanity saved if it's not allowed to evolve?” Ultron grabs the robot in front of him by the head. “With at ease with these puppets.” He crushes the head “There's only one path to peace, the avengers extinction.” Thor grabs his hammer, throwing it at Ultron's chest shattering him into pieces.

“Loki get her out of here.” Loki grabs me by the arm when I hear his words.

“I had strings but now I’m free.” I gasp a bit looking at my dads worried face as Loki brings me to my room. He sits me down on my bed kneeling in front of me.

“Are you okay?” He asks, brushing his fingers lightly across my knuckles. I gasped at the contact nodding a bit.

“I’m fine… but I didn’t do anything to help, I’m a failure.” I cross my arms, basically cuddling myself. “I need to train. I need to help.” Loki chuckles a bit, rubbing the back of his head.

“I don’t think your father would be too fond of that idea.” I look up at Loki smirking, that's when he looks at me eyes wide.

“No.” He states.

“Come on please train me, my dad doesn’t need to know.” He groans, basically ripping his hair. I could tell he was scared that I didn’t even know how to protect myself in that position.

“I’m already on your fathers bad list but now secretly training you. I don’t know love…” She grinned that word again. He only said it when he was vulnerable and it made my heart burst. Glad I can make him that way.

“Please Loki. I want to protect myself and others if I have to. Please.” I beg. Loki looks into my puppy dog eyes sighing giving in.

“Fine but we do this early in the morning before anybody else gets up. Got me? My way.” He demanded. I nodded.

“How early is early?” I ask nicely but also scared for the answer.

“5AM.” He sternly states “I’ll meet you in the morning love.” He smirks before walking out of my door and I couldn’t help but blush at the way he was being. I heard the door open again looking up to expect Loki but saw my dad walking through the door.

“Dad!” I stand up wrapping my arms around his neck.

“Are you okay kiddo?” My dad asks, wrapping me back into a hug smoothing my hair down.

“I’m fine dad, are you okay?” I pull back looking at his busted lip. “Dad..” He pulls away from me.

“Honey I’m fine, come on I’m Iron Man I’ve done worse to my face.” He smiles brightly at me.

“I wish I can help, fight alongside you guys, I hate that y'all need to protect me.” MY dad shakes his head putting his hand up to stop me from talking.

“No, I’m your father, that's my job to protect you first, it’s too dangerous out there sweetie. I can’t have you out there fighting.” He rubs his forehead.

“Dad… I need to lea-”

“No means no. Now get a decent sleep, we’ll talk tomorrow, I love you 3000 honey.” My dad stops me from talking any longer. He grabs my head kissing the top of it a bit longer than he usually does. “I will protect you as long as I can dove.” He messes up my hair before walking out. I sat down on my bed exhaling the breath I was holding in. He’s really not going to like me if he finds out about me training.

“Oh there she is late.” Loki exclaims. I exhaustingly walk into the training room, walking in with my black tights, and my black crop top.

“Shut up.” I grumble under my breath, I look at Loki as he stares intensely at me. “What?” I question nervously twirling my hair before grabbing my hair and putting it in a bun to try to keep out of my face.

“N-Nothing, I um.” Loki clears his throat. “Just thinking about what we were gonna get started with.” I lifted my brow at how difficult he was already being this morning.

“Well probably some stretches?” I ask radiating a soft smile, he gives me a slight cheerful smile back.

“Uh yes, that we definitely have to start out with that.” We start stretching for a bit. “Come on, really stretch the body love, here.” Loki walks over to me standing behind me grabbing my arm and holding it across my body to really stretch out my arms, but I caught my breath when he starts to hold me close, of course he wasn’t intentionally doing it, but he was so close I could barely bear it. His face was close to mine, If I turned my head at him at all we would be inches away. No come on I needed to train instead of trying to bang some type of God…. but oh hell would that be amaz- no come we’re not doing this. I shake my head slightly not even realizing he stepped away from me and was trying to grab hold of my attention.

“Alright first things first, some combat training. We’re going to start with just you hitting this, and then we’re actually going to combat, got it?” I nod my mouth still dry from the thoughts surrounding my head.

“Y-Yes, got it.” I rub my arms walking closer to the punching bag starting out from what I knew but Loki shook his head.

“See I’m not even a fighter really, and I know how to punch better than that.” He laughed as he stood behind me grabbing my hips. “Keep these straight, don’t strain them so much, you lose a lot of power when you do, your form is so far amazing with hitting but you’re losing all your stamina.” He grabs my hips keeping them still, he keeps them placed for a little longer before moving his hands awkwardly. “You’re a Stark, you can do this.” Loki starts teaching me how to punch, kick, and all of the above before we actually get started on hand to hand combat. “Alright” We both got on the training mat. I can already feel the soreness overtaking my body. “This will be a bit harder but I promise I’ll go easy on you okay?” I scoffed, cracking my knuckles trying to show off my competitive side.

“No please don’t I need to train.” Loki smirks getting into his ready position.

“If you say so, love.” I died a little bit inside knowing he was trying to distract me. Loki lunges forward at me grabbing my arm and flipping me over, damn I was already beat. “Hm so easy or not?” I groaned holding onto my side that he slammed me on the mat.

“Fuck you we’re doing this right.” I stand right back up dusting myself up. I lunge towards Loki and he once again does this a million others times until I start seeing his weak points, he always grabbed towards the same arm.

“You wanna stop?” He asked teasingly. I grunt, throwing my head back also looking at him smirking a bit.

“Hell no.” He lunges towards me again and as I was right going towards the same arm. I grab his other arm kicking his legs on balance until wrapping my legs around his dropping him down cradling him onto but barely inches to his face. I look into greenish blue eyes sucking in my breath as he does the same. I inch closer to his face right about to fully kiss this man I barely knew. “Oh Stark isn’t going to like this.” I jumped up off Loki, looking up to see Natasha. Fuck.

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