#And yes I had to have Night/Reader ok shush-

[lovelybucky1]

Ok! I don't know if you can write about a wolverine who is obsessed with an older student at mansion x, what's the surprise? That she has a daddy kink with him because he has daddy issues-.

Professor!logan x student!fem!reader w daddy kink pleaaaaseee (Obviously reader is of legal age but there is Age gap between she and logan, and of course, smut!)

Cliché (Logan Howlett x Reader)

Logan isn’t a teacher by any means. He doesn’t have a lot of patience and prefers just to do rather than show people how it’s done. Xavier didn’t really give him a choice to be a teacher or not. He led Logan into a classroom full of students one day and told him to have at it. Logan wasn’t pleased with Charles, but he managed to improvise well enough. He’s been teaching since then, and while it is more bearable than he thought it would be, he still isn’t a fan. That is, until you showed up in class.

You caught his eye immediately. He could justify it to himself more if you were playing the part of the slutty student wearing short skirts and dropping your pencil so that you could give him a flash of your tits when you bent down. But you weren’t doing any of that. You were just a normal student, taking notes, listening intently, and raising your hand when you knew the answer. You weren’t trying to tempt him into anything, and Logan was a creep for wishing that you were. 

He pushed these thoughts to the back of his mind and for the most part, he was successful. He was able to compartmentalize well enough to be an effective teacher and not sport a half-chub in the middle of every class. He thought he had finally gotten over his stupid crush that he was way too old to be having, but then you had asked him for extra help.

Like the beginning of every student-teacher porno, you came to his “office hours”, which really meant you knocked on his bedroom door late one night. You were having trouble understanding whatever dull topic Logan was teaching that week, which was unusual for you because you study frequently. You asked him to explain and he did, walking you through it to the best of his ability. Logan was suspicious because the topic wasn’t difficult to understand, and you’re a smart girl. 

After fifteen minutes of you nodding along to his explanation and occasionally biting your lip, Logan called you out. 

“You don’t really need help understanding this, do you?”

You looked up at him, wide-eyed like you were just caught with your hand in the cookie jar.

“Yes I do,” you respond hurriedly. “I told you, I was a little confused by all of the information.”

Logan shook his head. “We’ve gone over topics much more difficult than this and you had no problem. Why don’t you tell me why you’re really here?”

Logan couldn’t help but wonder if his inappropriate fantasies were coming true. It had all the cliches: office hours, a smart girl playing dumb, a half-assed excuse to be close to him. He can hear your heart beating quickly, and when he sniffs the air, he can smell a musky tang of arousal.

He turns to face you, and suddenly you’re unable to meet his eyes. You’re looking down at where you’re fiddling with the hem of your shirt. Nervous, embarrassed. Gently, he places his hand under your chin and tilts your head up. You timidly look at him, eyes searching his for any signs of anger.

“What’re you doin’ here, dollface?” he asks.

He’s hoping, praying, that you don’t say what he so badly wants you to say. 

“I just… wanted to see you,” you respond. You know it makes you sound crazy, but you can’t think of any other explanation that isn’t entirely inappropriate. He doesn’t say anything, but you feel compelled to word-vomit. “I wanted your attention and this was the only way I knew how to get it and I’m so sorry, I know this is so inappropriate. Please just forget about this and I’ll drop your class-”

Logan shushes you. “You wanted my attention?” he asks. You nod hesitantly. “What for?”

You shrug, but Logan doesn’t take that for an answer. “I’m attracted to you.” 

You wince as you rip off the band-aid, and you’re so scared to see your professor’s reaction. He should yell at you, call you all sorts of names for your disgusting fantasies, kick you out of the room and have you expelled. But he doesn’t.

“That right?” Logan asks with a smirk. “You’re all worried just ‘cause you have a little crush?” Maybe it’s mean to tease you, especially when you’re looking at him like you’re about to cry, but he can’t help it. “You know I’m too old for you.”

You shake your head. “You’re not too old for me.”

Logan hums. “Then you’re too young for me.”

“I’m an adult,” you pout. “I’m not too young.”

“Sweetheart,” he sighs. “I’m your teacher. I’m old enough to be your father.” Logan takes note of how your eyes sparkle at that. “You like me because I’m old enough to be your father.”

You look away shyly, and that gives Logan all the confirmation he needs. 

“Y’know, ever since I met you, I’ve been trying not to think about how much I want to bend you over one of those desks. It made me feel so fuckin’ guilty for thinking about you like that, but this whole time, you’ve been sittin’ in my class, thinking about me being your daddy.”

Your eyes widen at his words. When you devised this little plan and walked in here, you thought you would chicken out, much less have it lead anywhere. 

“I have been thinking about that,” you say.

“I’d be real sweet to ya, baby. Give you everything you’ve been wanting.”

The two of you are crossing so many lines, but neither of you seem to care anymore. He’s wanted you for weeks and as morally upstanding as he tries to be, he is still just a man.

“I want it,” you say, voice barely above a whisper.

Logan’s hands are on your hips, grabbing at your skin possessively as he smashes his lips against yours. He dominates the kiss, but you don’t mind the pinch of your lips between his teeth. It’s messy and wet and everything you’ve been dreaming of while you watch him in class. 

Your back hits the door and Logan keeps you pinned against the surface. You’re helpless to do anything but take what he gives you; his large body covering you entirely. His hands find their way under your ass and he tells you to jump. He holds you up with ease as you wrap your legs around his waist. He grinds against you, your little scrap of lace panties rubbing the bulge in his jeans. He’s thankful that you decided to wear a dress because the idea of fumbling with more than one pair of pants right now pisses him off. 

He manages to get his pants undone and pushed low enough to free his cock. Your panties get pulled to the side and his fingers slot themselves inside of you to work you open. Your face is buried in Logan’s neck, where you muffle all of your whines and moans. You’re certain that anyone out in the hall would be able to hear you, but you can’t bring yourself to care. If anything, Logan would be the one to get in trouble for sleeping with a student. You’d just be an innocent victim.

“Daddy,” you moan when he rubs that spot deep inside of you. 

“Shh, baby, Daddy’s got you,” he coos.

He continues to open you up on his fingers until he deems you loose enough to take him. When he pulls out his fingers, he wipes them on his thigh before grabbing his cock and positioning it at your entrance. He pushes in slowly, allowing you to adjust to the stretch.

You both groan simultaneously as he bottoms out. You’ve never felt so full in your life, and your pussy feels like heaven around his aching cock. You’ve both been craving this taboo relationship for so long and now that it’s finally real, it’s making your head spin.

“So fuckin’ tight,” Logan growls against your neck as he begins to rut into you.

His gruff voice, casual display of strength, and the feeling of him inside you work together to light your body on fire. Your teeth dig into your bottom lip as you attempt to stifle your moans. 

“Logan,” you gasp after a particularly hard thrust.

“Keep sayin’ my name like that and this won’t last much longer,” he tells you.

The thought that you doing something so simple as moaning his name could bring him to the edge boggles your mind. The Wolverine coming undone for some girl, a student, no less. You find yourself on a bit of a power trip, knowing what you’re doing to him. It’s only fair because he’s been torturing you for weeks without even knowing it.

You reach down between your bodies to rub at your clit. It’s sensitive from neglect, but as soon as you make contact with it, that coil in your belly starts to tighten. Hot waves of pleasure roll over your body as Logan drives his cock into you. Each bump of your g-spot causes a moan to escape from your mouth and he responds with groans of his own. 

“Logan, Logan,” you pant. “Daddy! I’m close, I’m gonna cum.”

Logan’s teeth find your neck. He bites at the skin under your ear and in the back of your mind, you wonder if he’ll leave a mark.

“Cum for me, princess. Gush all over my dick,” he mumbles against your skin.

You do exactly that. A few moments later, you’re clenching around his length as you rub tight circles over your clit. A moan rips from your throat as your orgasm hits you like a ton of bricks- or a ton of feathers, they weigh the same.

Logan staves off his orgasm long enough for you to ride out yours. Once you come down, he pulls out of you and jerks himself off to completion. Hot, thick ropes of cum paint your stomach and you watch in awe as the muscles in his arm move with the action.

You both stand there, your back against the door, as you catch your breath. You look up at him with slightly glazed eyes; your mind hazy with the remnants of your pleasure.

“Thank you,” you breathe out.

“Nothin’ to thank me for, dollface,” he says.

Logan bends down to scoop you into his arms. He walks you the few feet over to his bed and lays you down gently before grabbing some tissues to clean you off. You tell him you could’ve walked, but he shushes you and replies “Let me take care of you.”

You do, and it feels like the closest to heaven you’ve ever been. The man of your dreams just fucked you stupid and is now coddling you in his bed. What could be better than this?

Logan rids himself of the rest of his clothes and joins you on the bed. He slings an arm over your waist and pulls your back flush to his chest so he can spoon you. He tucks your shoulder under his chin and presses a kiss to your neck, close to the spot he sunk his teeth into earlier. 

“Does this mean I get extra credit, professor?” you ask, giggling.

“Don’t push your luck, kid. You still gotta do your homework.”

[s6ngbird]

little doll — coriolanus snow ༘❀⋆

♡‧₊ warnings — coryo being possessive, p in v, unprotected sex, fingering (f. receiving), rough sex, lmk if i forget anything!

♡‧₊ pairing — coriolanus snow x fem!reader

♡‧₊ a/n — wrote this for @etfrin bc me and her were obsessing over coryo (like always <3)

masterlist | bc: @cafekitsune

to coryo, you were an innocent little doll that he loved to play with and if anyone else tried to even lay a finger on you, he would make sure they were done for

you always took coryo to your house after school to help you with your homework or to study 

coryo let you take him, you were so stupid that he knew if he didn't help you in any way he could, you would fail and have to drop out the academy and he didn't want to lose his pretty little doll

being dumb was the exact reason you never realized coryo had an unspoken claim on you, always keeping a hand on you and staring down everyone who tried to make conversation with you

this led to people starting to stop talking to you and you still didn't understand why it happened, but everyone else pitied you for being so dumb

you had asked coryo about it and he just brushed it off, giving you a kiss after which left you shocked since you never knew coryo had a romantic interest in you

but whether you liked it or not, one thing led to another and you ended up in your bed, naked with coryo under you as your eyelids became heavy and coryo stroked your hair, shushing you everytime you were about to say something

you got used to this, having sex everytime after you two finished studying. if you were good and could answer all the questions correctly, he would fuck you nicely, being gentle and praising you, but if you didn't want to study and were giving him a hard time or weren't answering any of the question right, he would fuck you hard, not letting you come or he would fuck your throat, not giving you any pleasure and leaving your house right after that

on this particular night, you had understood the concept, so coryo was gentle with you and let you come and stopped once you started feeling overstimulated

“coryo?” you ask after a while 

“yeah doll?” he said, his eyes opening and continuing to stroke your hair

“why do people not talk to me? they always talk with you…what did i do?” you ask, your eyes looking filling with tears as a few threaten to spill

“oh sweetie shhh” coryo says, holding your head to his chest as you cried

you weren't used to people ignoring you since even though you were dumb, you were very social which made people love you

“it's nothing, they're not real friends…ok doll?” he said shushing you and you eventually find yourself asleep after coryo pulls the covers of you two and cuddles you, kissing your head from time to time

the next day, after you coryo go your separate ways, you go to clemensia to see why everyone was avoiding you

she gave you a hug, which confused you but you were grateful for

“it's because of coryo…he's threatened people if they get too close to you, he's really possessive over you, you know?” she replies after you two start walking to lunch together

this left you stunned, you would've never guessed that coryo had been pushing people away from you, but just as you were about to respond, coryo came out of nowhere and kissed you, putting an arm around you as he looked at you happily

“hi doll, hey clemmie” he said, giving clemensia a cold stare but that was all gone the minute you looked up

clemensia gave you a knowing look, saying goodbye to you and coryo as she left

“what was that about?” coryo said looking down at you

“nothing…let's go get lunch” you said not wanting to tell coryo what you found out but he could see it in your eyes

“hmmm i think we should go grab lunch and then go to an empty classroom and study…you have that test tomorrow anyway” coryo said grabbing his lunch, as you grabbed yours

“do we have to?” you asked, coryo knew how much you hated studying

“yes doll, you're never going to learn if you don't continue studying” he said, leading you to an empty classroom, letting you go in as he locks the door behind him

you sit down at the desk, starting to eat when coryo grabs you, pushing you on the table

“what the fuck did she tell you?” he hisses, his face close to your ear as he starts moving his hand up your skirt

“nothing coryo! why the fuck do you care?” you spat, trying to move

coryo didn't like that, you were being disobedient and one thing about coryo is that he only tolerates obedience and anything else gives him a reason to punish you

“why the fuck do i care? it's because your mine doll, no one is allowed to have you but me” he says, pulling off your skirt and ripping your panties

he laughs as you try to claw at his arms, your pussy is slick

“so pathetic doll, can't even tell me that you just want to get fucked hm?” he says, grabbing your arms and pinning them together to avoid you hitting him with your hands

you whimper, shaking your head as coryo shoves two finger in, finding your g-spot quite easily and repeatedly slamming his fingers in, leaving you a whimpering moaning mess

as he adds a third finger, which makes you moan loudly, he starts kissing you, sucking hickeys on your neck and shoulders

after coryo thinks you’re stretched out enough, he takes his fingers out, licking them clean before pulling down his pants, his cock painfully hard now at the thought of being in your warm cunt

without warning, he slams his cock into you, ramming the table into the wall as he fucks you hard, making sure that you got no pleasure from it

you kept whimpering, letting out broken moans and attempting to form coherent sentences but coryo just laughed at your attempts

“what’s wrong doll? too fucked out to even object?” he said, slamming into you with even more force and sucking hickeys all over your breasts 

you kept babbling about how good his cock felt and letting out moans and coryo knew he had fucked you dumb already if you weren’t already stupid

coryo enjoyed this because he just wanted control over someone, which is something he had been deprived of his whole life until you came along

finally you stopped babbling, going quiet and that’s how coryo knew you were going to come, quickly pulling out before you could which left you a mess

you had tears running down your cheeks and you were whining, coryo had other plans though

“doll open your mouth” coryo said, pumping his shaft a few times before cumming on your face, some of it landing in your mouth

you still felt like crying, you had a good build up but coryo pulled out before you got to finally have the knot snap

coryo notices and laughs, getting dressed again while you just lay there, catching your breath

“next time, don’t go asking people to tell you things that i’ve already told you ok?” he says, kissing your forehead and leaving the classroom

[jinxthequeergirl]

The Ol switcharoo (pt 6)

Ford x reader / stan x reader

Summary:

Warning: I let Bill say 1 swear word (as a treat)

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"The Dippers are a given so that's two points for me already." You said staring up at the night sky thoughtfully.

"Is that how this works?" Ford asked, eyes glued to you. It was early summer, you had convinced him to join you on the roof for some air. Though at this point he never really needed convincing when it came to something g you wanted to do with him.

"Yes now... let's see....there's scorpio, and Aries, serpent....there's triangulum austrael of course so that's..." You quickly did the mental math on how many points you had just awarded yourself, partly debating on how fair you wanted to make it.

"Ten points for me plus 5 for that shooting star!" You said pointing at the star crossing the sky. Ford looked up at the sky for the first time since you started speaking.

"What do you wish for?" He asked.

"You aren't supposed to tell." You rolled your eyes, falling flat against the blanket you lied out. "But if you must know." Ford followed your action, laying beside you, his fingers brushing your. "I wished that you get everything you want in life! And that you live a good, happy life."

"You wished for me?" He asked, blinking at you in awe. You grinned. "Of course, fordsy! I never use a wish on myself. Besides, I have everything I need right here." You said, grasping his hand in yours. Ford felt his stomach flip.

"Y/n i -" his voice cut out, and instead, all you heard was a terrible rining. You shut your eyes and covered your ears. Only when you reopened your eyes the white was gone, and you found you where instead laying in a pile of ruble. A familiar machine glowing bright as a man stepped through.

"Y/n!?"

Then it all came back to you. Of course, you weren't sitting on the roof with Ford. That was almost 40 years ago now. You were instead in the basement where your life felt like it was shattering into a million pieces

"Y/n it is you!" The man who came through shouted in excitement as you pushed yourself up to your feet. He raced twoard you engulfing you in an excited hug.

You froze, your brain still groggy from the damage the portal had caused, you'd be lucky to not have brain damage. "Who are you?..." You finally asked pushing the man off of you.

He was clad in tattered clothes, masks, and goggles covering his face.

"It's me! It's Stanford!" You stared at him in horror as he pulled the articles of clothing that covered his face away to reveal his identify to you.

You where in fact going to throw up.

"Y/n?" The man who said he was Stanford waved his hand infront of your face. You had stopped moving. How could this be Stanford when you were watching Stanford get up from his own ruble pile.

"I... where are the kids?" Was all you could think to ask backing away from him.

"Y/n? Kids? What are you talking about?"

You held a finger out and a warning look in his direction to make sure he stopped. "Mable, dipper, are you ok!?" You looked around and found both of them. "Thank God." You fell to your knees, and they ran into your arms.

"Y/n?are these your kid?"

"Don't! I don't want you near me or these kids! Either of you till I het some answers!" You said pushing the twins behind you, watching as the man who assumed to be Stanford stood next to the man who claimed to be Stanford.

The one dressed in black future garb looked hurt he raised his hands up to say something but stopped when you shushed him.

He waited 30 years to see you again, 30 years and your face was still the one he conjured up when he went to bed at night only to return home and to be treated like an alien by you?

"ANSWERS NOW OR I LOCK BOTH OF YOU DOWN HERE!"

"Y/n... kids... this is my brother, my twin brother, the real Stanford Pines." Stan said, finally catching Fords attention.

"The real Stanford pines?" Dipper asked.

"...What?...." Your heart sank. You felt a pit open up in your stomach. Stan came over and sat you down. You stared at him once again, unable to move. "Let me explain... I know you're going to hate me, and that's fine, just please."

You could have socked him in the mouth right then and there, but you nodded.

Instead, you listened to both of them bicker and argue. You listed to both of them tell two sides of one story, a story about a life you didn't even know they lived with each other. You began to wonder what parts of your life weren't lies and even tried to remember as much of your own past to try and make sense of this.

Then it came to you in the story everything Ford had to say about his time with you matched. Until he confessed to lying about going to see his family, until he told you he got into some scary stuff and had to call Stanley and how they fought and argued and stan accidentally sent him through the portal for 30 years while he attempted to fix it.

"You fixed the portal, Stanley? It wasn't y/n? The one person I asked you to call to come fix it and help?" Ford asked, annoance clear in his tone.

"Listen when y/n came home I didn't know how to tell her...tell you what had happened something had already gone on between you two and it would have just made you feel the same guilt I did...so I lied to you...I told you I told you I was stanford...that I had surgery to remove my sixth fingers...that I was done with this life and that you should be too because Ford said he didn't want you near anything in the stupid journals."

Stan looked at you with sincerity, a sappy look on his face you've only ever seen a few times, a look that read "I care for you trust me."

Ford caught onto the look his brother gave you and the way he held both your hands in his reasuringly and felt something bubble in his stomach, and he scoffed, realizing what was going on between you two.

You blinked at his hands in yours. "Stanfo-stanley pines..." stan smiled hopefully as you spoke. Before he could answer, you stood up and put all your remaining energy into your right hook that knocked Stanley over.

"30 years! Everything was a lie! I gave up MY LIFE because of a lie you told for 30 years! I had feelings for you and none of them...all of them because of a lie you told! What is wrong with you!? Why wouldn't come to me to bring back your own brother... my friend is beyond me!" Stanley looked away from you with guilt rubbing his face where your fist had connected.

"Y/n let's calm down I'm sure-"

"And you!" You said pointing at Ford. You felt the air leave your body when you turned to him and really got a good look at him since he came through the portal. He was the same for the most part, still tired he still had all six fingers on each hand. It was your Ford the way you always remembered him. And for a split second, you lost the speech you were about to shout at him. You wanted to run and hug him.

"You lied to me too!" You said instead.

"You just wouldn't listen to anything anyone had to say for your own good, would you!? Me? Fiddleford? Your own brother!? You are selfish, and I lost my life to that selfishness. You lost yours too because of it."

Ford grabbed your arm, stopping you from turning away. "Leave Me alone!" You growled yanking your arm from him. Before storming out of the basement to your room.

You slammed the door shut and sank to the floor. It was only a matter of seconds before you heard a knock behind you. "Go away! I don't want to see either of you!"

"Y/n, it's me and dipper!"

"Are you ok?"

"I just need to be alone right now." You replied softly. You could hear there was about to be protest before another set of footsteps appeared.

"Kids, why don't you go up to your room while I talk to my brother." You could tell stan was hesitating outside your door deciding if he should say anything else. Eventually, you heard him walk away.

You stared into the darkness of your bedroom, breathing deeply, trying to decide if you were the idiot for believing Stanley for so long. Your throat hurt from that awful feeling of wanting to cry.

Then something sticking out from underneath your matress caught your eye. You got up and snatched it, staring at the paper. Was this what that little demon was talking about, all of this and all he wanted was to be able to talk to you.

"Contact me BFF!"

You sighed. You couldn't possibly be miserable enough to summon a completely different entity just to talk to.

Right?

Before you could fully decide, you heard familiar laughter fill your room.

"Men, ain't shit am i right?"

As the little yellow fiend faced you, you couldn't help but let your thought wonder to the different universe where none of this happened. You wondered why it was happening and how you let it happen.

Then went through a cycle of anger and grief in a split second before turning to the shape.

"When did we become old men?" Stan asked his brother, trying to lighten the mood.

"You look like dad." Ford added, earn a laugh from the both of them, followed by a beat of silence.

"Listen Stanley I'll stay in the basement and try to clean up and handle remaining damages caused by the portal but when summer is over and the twins go home this becomes my house again, no more mystery shack and I get my identity back." Ford said in a matter of fact tone.

"Fine, but you stay away from those kids and while your at it....away from y/n too as far as I'm concerned they are the only family I got."

"You can't dictate on if I talk to MY friend or not-"

"You said it yourself 30 years ago. You didn't want her anywhere near whatever was after you back then, so keep it that way." Stan said it a pointed finger mimicking his brothers matter of fact tone before storming off. He paused outside your room only for a moment before continuing on.

That night, the Pines family house was silent. The living room was not busy with a movie marathon, the kitchen was not filled with dinner food, the yard remained empty.

The twins(lead by mable) worked on a plan to get their grunkles and yourself all on good terms.

Stanley had forgotten up until this point how lonely and cold a bed could be without you beside him.

You let off some steam, you ranted and ranted and ranted to your new "friend" till you thought you couldn't talk anymore and passed out cold on your bed.

Ford found himself back in the comfort of his own room. Right back, where he was 30 years ago, hunched over a desk scribbling something on paper.

"I would like to formally apologize-" He shook his head, crumbling the paper up and tossing it in the trash. He pulled out another piece of paper and tapped his head looking at the very worn and beaten letter addressed to you under his equally worn and beaten photo of the two of you he carried with him the whole time and sighed.

"I'm sorry..."

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[danikamariewrites]

Warm Me Up (SMUT)

Xaden x reader

A/n: still getting used to writing smut and trying so hard for it to not be awkward so plz bear with me. Feedback is always welcome

Warnings: cock warming

You were completely and utterly bored. Sitting on Xaden’s bed you played around with one of his daggers while he sat at his desk doing Leadership paper work. He told you it was only going to take an hour and then he’d give you all his attention.

That was three hours ago and you were getting impatient. You had been unbelievably horny for him all day and you didn’t even bother to hide it from him.

You had been giving him sultry looks all day, light touches, and during training, you kept rubbing your ass against him. The last time you had done that he grabbed your hips and whispered, “You do that one more time and you'll be begging me to let you cum for days.”

After that, you behaved for the rest of the night. But you were running out of patience. Putting the dagger back in its place with the rest of his weapons, you sauntered over to Xaden.

Coming up to his side you wrapped your arms around his shoulders, resting your chin on his shoulder. Xaden continues his scribbling as you let out a dramatic sigh. “Baby, are you almost done?” you ask with a pout.

Xaden sighs, “Almost sweetheart, almost.” “But you said that almost two hours ago.” Xaden rubbed at his face. He removed your arms from around him and held your hands looking up at you. “Y/n I promise I'll be done soon.”

You didn't back down at that. You needed him now. You pressed your forehead against him, snaking your arms back around him playing with the hair at the nape of his neck. “I need you, Xaden.” Your plea came out breathy.

Nipping at his lips a growl escaped his throat. Pushing out his chair, Xaden pulled you down to straddle him. He pulled you into a rough, messy kiss that pushed your head backward, causing your back to arch.

He moved down to your neck, kissing and biting your soft skin. Your breath caught in your throat as you started grinding down on him. You can feel how hard he is through his pants. Bringing you flush to his chest your movements stop. You let out a soft whine and he shushes you.

“You’re just needy for my cock huh sweetheart?” You nod, pouting and replying with a soft mmhhm. You try to move your hips in his tight grip, desperate for friction against your soaked cunt.

Xaden loosens his grip slightly. “Tell you what.” He pushes your silky nightgown up, grasping your panties and ripping them from your body. “If you can sit still on my cock while I finish my work you can have me any way you want tonight. That sound fair?”

“Yes.” He grabs your hair forcing you to look at him. “Yes, what?” Xaden taunts. “Fuck - yes sir.”

“Good girl.”

Undoing the ties of his pants, he pulls his length free, stroking himself a few times before positioning you over him. You sink down on him, letting out a small cry. Gods, he felt amazing.

You adjusted yourself on him, his large cock, brushing up against your cervix. “Xaden, fuck,” you lean your head against his chest, trying to calm yourself. Xaden pulls you into him, laying you in the crook of his neck. He lets out a hiss as your hips move.

“Relax baby. I got you.” He rubs calming circles on your back. “I’m going to finish this ok.” You nod, leaving a few kisses on his neck as you try to relax into him. It was going to be a long night.

tags: @auggiesolovey @bubybubsters @baybay123455 @msiecrane

[spidernuggets]

hiii first time requesting (if i could claim 🦚 that’d be awesome) from you!!

anyways,

jason fluff inspired by "chemtrails over the country club" by lana del rey

jason’s joker trauma triggers a destructive spiral, leading to a desperate hunt from you (gf or fiancée or gn idc honestly 🤷‍♀️) and the batfam when he goes missing. found right before he could kill the joker the batfam stops him and is freaking out and he drops to his knees and he’s just kinda numb. you’re the only one trying to comfort him and he’s pushing you away but you start reminding him of the life you two want together (queue the lines from chemtrails: “washing my hair, doing the laundry…” etc etc) and he breaks down and starts crying in your arms.

ok yes it’s a bit of a tear jerker but my brain is screaming that this needs to exist so 🥹🥹

anyways tysm for considering and i hope you have an amazing day regardless! don’t forget to eat and drink water 💋

— 🦚??

Jason Todd x Reader

Note: Really? Aren't you peacock-anon who requested feral jason todd? I'm only asking because you asked this around the same time peacock-anon reblogged feral jason todd and said they were the one who requested it. Anyways, whatever, THANKS FOR REQUESTING ME. If you're not peacock-anon, then I'm afraid you can't claim it :(( BUT ANYWAYS i hope you like the fic 🫶🫶

It was one of those nights. The nights where Jason couldn't stay still in bed, always tossing and turning. He tried, but every time he closed his eyes, he was 15 again. He was back in the dark, abandoned warehouse. He was back in the chair, tied up and unable to move. He was back with the Joker.

Beads of sweat trickled down his forhead. He felt like he was suffocating. He looked over to his side, seeing you peacefully sleeping, snuggled into his chest. God, you were so beautiful. Like a Seraphim that was gifted to him during his loneliest hours when he couldn't find a speck light in his darkness. You were his miracle. His reason for continuing to live.

He's already done too much by letting you stay with him. By letting you love him. By letting himself love you. He felt like he put you in this position; a position where you can't leave, can't be free. You're stuck in a position where you have to stay with him.

Sometimes, you wish he could see the way you see him. A beautiful figure shaped and moulded by the hands of the most exquisite and talented scluptor. A man that could love you like no other has. A man who knows how to treat you well, who knows you can be independent but can stay close to you, at the ready to save you from any danger. He will always be at your beck and call.

He shifts away from you, carefully untagling limbs and sitting up. You stirred in your sleep, hand reaching out to find your boyfriend's warmth. He shushes you, pecking your forhead.

"I'm gonna be on the couch, sweet thing," he said, barely above a whisper. You hum in response, letting your arm fall back onto the bed.

You understood that during some nights, when Jason had bad dreams, he needed to be alone. You tried to help him once, trying to wake him up as his screams were muffled as he slept. His hand accidentally made contact with your face. He didn't realise it, even when he woke up. You tried hiding the bruise with makeup, but to no avail. When he found out what he did, he couldn't talk to you. He wanted to punish himself by not speaking to the love of his life. Even when you tried to tell him it was just an accident or that ot didn't even hurt that much, he couldn't even look you in the eyes.

So soon after he started speaking again, you came to the negotiation that whenever he had night terrors, he would move to the couch. He never wants to hurt you like that again.

But even as Jason laid on the couch that night, staring at the cracked ceiling, his thoughts were running wild. A bunch of drunk men were outside laughing. But he heard the cackles of the Joker. A stray cat knocks over a trash can by the alley of their apartment. But he hears the clink of the crowbar.

His heart races, and his pupils contracted. His breathing is uneven. His mind runs to Bruce. Why didn't he kill the Joker? Why is he still alive? Why is he locked up, only for him to break out again? Where was his justice?

He sits up, looking around the dark room. His eyes move to his hands that were resting on his lap. He promised. He promised not to make any lethal decisions as his role of Red Hood. But the Joker is still out there. He's definitely not in Arkham. Arkham Asylum couldn't keep the Joker in captivity even if it had the best security.

He wanted these dreams to stop. He wanted to stop waking up in the middle of the night, worried that a stupid faced clown was going to break in and hurt you. He wanted to stop waking up in the middle of the night and leave your hold just to sleep on the couch. He wanted to stop waking up in the middle of the night because it was worrying you.

Jason grunts, figuring there was only one way to end this. One way for him to finally feel better and to stay in your arms without hurting you again. Jason stands from the couch, putting his shoes on, and sprinting as fast as he can to his nearest safe house where all his gear is.

You stretch as the morning sun burns your eyes. You look around to see Jason isn't beside you.

"Oh right, he's on the couch," you mutter to yourself. You thought breakfast for him would he nice. A nice wake up to a horrible sleep.

But upon entering the living room, the couch was empty. In fact, there was no 6 foot, 200 pound boyfriend to be seen anywhere. You looked all over the apartment.

That's weird. Jason would've at least left a note or a text. You go back into your room, grab your phone, and scroll to Jason's contact name. But as it rang, you heard another ringtone in the distance.

Your eyebrows scrunch together as you walk out of your room, trying to find where the ringtone was coming from. It led you back to the living room, Jason's phone ringing under a pile of blankets.

You can hear your heartbeat in your head. Jason never left his phone. Starting to panic, you dial Dick's number as he answered within three rings.

"Hey, Y/-"

"Dick! I- Jason's not home! He- he went to sleep on the couch last night - I.. Nightmares! He left his phone.. no note! Gone!" You could hardly form a proper sentence. Your fingers pull against your hair, and you hyperventilate. Dick tries to calm you down.

"Hey, hey. Y/n, don't worry! We'll help you find him, okay? I'll round up the other bats and birds, and we'll look for him. He's going to be okay, okay?" He gently says from the other line.

You take a deep breath. "Yeah.. yeah okay," your voice shakes.

You start your own hunt for him as the Bat Family gear up. The first place you look at is at Jason's closest safe house. Going in, you see that a few pistols are gone from his wall. You run to where he stored his armour, but that's gone, too. You call Dick again.

"Dick! His guns, armour- He's out as Red Hood," you worry more. It's broad daylight, Jason shouldn't be out in his uniform.

Dick says, "Got it," before informing Batman that Jason is out as Red Hood. He then tells you to stay put, and that Oracle will update you when she tracks Jason's location.

You pace around the safe house, anxiously waiting for Oracle's call. You couldn't think of a reason why Jason would be out and why he wouldn't tell you. Jason tells you everything!

Then your phone rings.

It barely rang once before you answered it.

"He's in the warehouse." Is all Oracle said before you booted out the door. You didn't even need the address or specific whereabouts of the warehouse. You knew which one she was talking about. The one Jason died in.

Surprisingly, you showed up at the same time as everyone else.

You all rush inside, checking all the rooms. You were the first one to enter the room. And low and behold, the Joker in the centre, tied up in a chair, just as Jason was a couple of years ago, as Jason stood a couold feet away, a pistol pointed in front of him.

You couldn't tell if everything was sped up or in slow motion. But you screamed Jason's name. It's followed by a loud bang, then a couple of grunts and thuds.

As your vision focuses, there's smoke flowing out of Jason's gun, a hole in the wall where the bullet, and the sounds of the Joker's maniacal laughter as he's been tackled to the floor by Dick and Bruce.

You hear a mutter of 'no's. Your attention turns to Jason. His head is shaking, and his lip is trembling. You notice lis legs wobbling, and you lunge forward to hold him as he falls to his knees.

An echo of choked sobs is heard from Jason as he drops his gun and digs his palm into his eyes while he cries.

"Fuck! Why- Why did you do that?! He- He should be dead!" He tried to yell, but came out as cracked whimpers.

"Sh, sh, I know, sweetie, I know," you whisper to him, running your hands through his hair, just as he loved it.

Jason carries on. "He.. he killed me! He took me away from Bruce... he's gonna take me away from you.."

Your heart shattered. You wish and pray that there was more you could do to help him.

"No, no, no. Don't say that, baby, he's not. You hear me? He's not gonna take you away from me," Jason leaned himself into your comfort further, grounding himself. Reminding himself that you're with him. From the corner of your eye, you see Tim and Steph walking up to the two of you, but you lightly shake your head, a silent plea, asking them to leave you be. Damian walks up behind them, tugging on their capes, respecting your request.

Jason tries to shove you off him. But he's too tired. So he tries ti speak instead.

"Get away," he weakly says. "Get away! I'm - You shouldn't be near me," his voice cracks. "He's gonna come back! He's gonna hurt you! I- I'm gonna hurt you..."

"Hey, Jay," you quietly call out, pulling him closer to you. Jason sniffles against your chest. "Remember that time you got a little drunk? I had to help give you a bath?" Jason doesn't reply. But he remembers. He remembers your delicate fingertips massaging his scalp. It felt nice. He wanted to be in that moment again. "Remember what we talked about? How hopefully Gotham's brutality dies down, and we can run away together? We said we'd own our own house. A small one, like a cottage. You'd be cooking one of Alfred's lovely dishes while I'd hang the laundry out in our garden. We'd have movie nights, eating junk food while crying to the Notebook. And.. You even admitted wanting your own kids. Remember that, Jay?" Your fingers caress his scarred cheek. Your lips hovered over his white streak.

You heard a sound coming from Jason. Like he was trying to speak. "Yeah. Two girls. Two... so neither of them would be lonely..."

You smiled, tears stinging your own eyes. "Yeah.. Jason, nothing bad is going to happen to us. We're going to have the life we want. Nothing is going to stop us. Not even that monster. I won't let it happen. You do such a good job protecting me. But you need to remember that you're safe with me too, okay?" You said to him.

In response, Jason breaks down into more tears once again, clinging on to you tighter. "I love you," he sniffles. "Don't wanna lose you."

By this time, you're now crying yourself. "I love you too, my sweet boy," you kissed his head. "You're never going to lose me. I'm right here." Your hand intertwines with his.

The two of you are wrapped in each other's safety and warmth. Jason is mever going to stop about the horrible possibilities that could occur if you continue to stay with him. He thinks he's selfish for not doing more to let you go. But you're like a magnet. Somehow, through all that loathing he feels for himself, you're always going to find your way through the midst of hatred. You're always going to be there to hold his hand and give him the love that he never believed that he deserves. You're always going to show him that loving him isn't a sin.

Hopfully, this reached your expectations, anon 🥲🥲 But it was a lot of fun to write!! ALSO sorry if this seems short and rushed, I'm really trying to get everyone's requests out 😭😭

[alixmarauders]

What could possibly go wrong?

Barty Crouch Jr x fem! reader

word count: 1k

part 1 , part 2

You loved the library.

Being addicted to reading and learning, and also not having many friends, made that place your personal heaven.

So today, as any other day really, you were seated on an armchair in the very back of the library, a Dostoevskij novel on your knees. Being a Saturday night, it was so quiet, the only sounds being the rain hitting the windows.

However, your peace was interrupted by a certain Slytherin that seemed to be getting a tad too comfortable around you, in your opinion.

“Hey love, what are you reading? But most importantly, why are you reading on a Saturday night?”

You rolled your eyes.

“Crouch”

“Oh come on Y/N, you don’t have to pretend you hate me. I know you find me, in fact, really sexy”

You widened your eyes, a pink hue suddenly coloring your cheeks.

Even though you found Barty Crouch Jr unnerving, you couldn’t deny how hot he was, or how he, unfortunately for you, had a way with words.

You didn’t know why, but he always seemed to get you flustered. Maybe it was his confidence, or maybe his fluffy hair that you just wanted to touch, or maybe just the fact that he seemed to be the only one that actually wanted to get to know you.

“… I think you’re not listening to me. Got lost dreaming about me, baby? Why settling for daydreaming when you have the real thing in front of your eyes?”

Now you felt your ears starting to burn. “Yeah Crouch, keep believing that, I won’t stop you”

“Yes, I think I will keep believing that. If the colour of your cheeks is of any indication, I think that you must really like me”

You rolled your eyes, fighting the grin that was desperately trying to grow in your lips.

“Anyways, you must know that I’m hosting a party in the Slytherin dungeons, and I find it really rude of me to not be present”

“Then why are you here?”

“Because, being your knight in a shining armour, I’m here to rescue you from boredom! Come with me, be my guest at my party”

You widened your eyes. “You are really going insane if you think that I’ll be attending a Slytherin party”

“Why?” He gave you what you assumed was meant to be his take on puppy eyes, when really it looked like he was about to have one of his eyes pop out of their socket.

“Why? Well, for instance, look at what I’m wearing”

He looked at your joggers and your hoodie. “Well, princess, even though you’re still beautiful, I will come with you to your dorm, where you’ll be able to change, and then you’ll be coming to my party”

“Well, I don’t know anyone from your House?”

“Exactly! Perfect way to introduce my future girl to my friends!” You stared at him, mouth agape.

“But… But-“ You really had to get ahold of yourself. “But I’m socially awkward! And I’m having a really great time here with my book” He looked over at your 800+ pages novel, a brow quirked. “And I don’t smoke, nor I ever have drank any type of alcohol! I don’t even know how to dance! And parties aren’t really for-“

You stopped mid sentence, while you were giving him a piece of your mind he just took your hand in his and tugged it, now you were in his arms.

“Ok Y/N, listen to me. You don’t have to drink, you don’t have to smoke, you don’t even have to dance in order to have fun at a party; if you want to do those things and are a bit shy to do them alone, don’t worry, you can do those things with me. You won’t be alone, I will be sticking to your side for the whole night.” You tried to protest, but he put a finger on your lips. “I noticed you don’t have many friends in your House, which proves that Ravenclaw aren’t really as smart as they pretend to be.” You tried, again, to say something, but the shushed you out, again. “I know you have this whole “do not speak to me or I’ll bite” vibe going on, which is really sexy, but even Reg has us! So give us a chance, and you’ll might end up with a new group of friends!”

You stared at him blankly. What hurt the most is that he was right. You didn’t have many friends, and during the first year you were really sad about it, not knowing what you were doing wrong. So you built an armour, you pretended that you didn’t want any friends, because pretending hurt less than accepting the fact that you were, in fact, alone.

So now, having Barty read you out like that, and caring enough to try to convince you to come to a party, made your heart melt a little.

“Okay”

The smile that grew instantly on his face was something so beautiful, that you had to stop your own smile from forming.

“Okay! Fantastic, we have to hurry! The party already started!”

In a blink of an eye you were on his back, him speeding outside the library, and you trying your best not to make a sound, in order to not be caught by Gazza.

While he waited patiently outside the Ravenclaw common room, you were frantically putting together an outfit. You didn’t want to stand out to much, but you didn’t want to look underdressed. You opted for a pair of low rise jeans, a black corset and put your hair in a slick back; with lots of jewellery, you thought you looked okay.

When you finally joined Barty, he stared at you in awe.

“What? Not enough? Too much?”

He shushed you, again. You were getting kinda annoyed with all of this shushing.

“You look amazing, I swear you have to teach me how to put on eyeliner”

You rolled your eyes playfully, as you started to speed walk to the Slytherin dungeons.

New year new you, right? What could have possibly gone wrong?

[delulucoree]

Fake dating pt.2

“Party”

Stiles Stilinski x Fem!Reader

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

It was a lazy Saturday afternoon as you were sprawled out on your bed in a tank top and some cozy sleep shorts, you laid comfortably on your bed catching up on your latest show when you suddenly heard a knock from what seemed like the window. You decided to ignore it thinking it was just the show until your heard another knock, you got up from your bed and went towards the window but saw nothing when suddenly stiles head popped out of nowhere making you jump in fear

“Ugh stiles don’t do that! You almost gave me a heart attack” you scolded him, but all he can do was laugh

“I’m sorry, im sorry” he said through his laughter, obviously not sorry at all

“What are you doing here stiles” you sighed slightly annoyed your afternoon was interrupted

“Wha- I can’t visit you anymore? And Scott’s right next to me”

*THUD*

Stiles looked back cringing seeing Scott laying on the floor after falling off the roof “I mean h-he was right next to me…yikes”

“Uuuhhh it hurts” you can hear Scott whine from down below, making you pull a concerned face for your best friend

“Oh walk it off you’ll heal!” Stiles called out “weareolves am I right” he said shaking his head disappointed

“I’m gonna open the front door for you guys, get down-without falling- and check if he’s okay” you left your bedroom walking down the stairs to get to your front door to let your best friends in

You told them to head to your room as you grabbed an ice pack for Scott’s head

“Here ya go” you said handing it to Scott as he laid on your bed

“Thanks” he breathed out wincing as the cold pack touched his head

“So is there a reason you came over…unannounced”

“Uh yeah? Lydia is having a party tonight remember” stiles said

It was only then did you notice their clothing as they had on their “good jeans” as they put it and a nice but casual shirt on

“First off no I don’t remember a party, and two I’m not going” you sighed turning around to sit at your desk

“Yes you are going, and we’re going to have fun, and we’re gonna put our plan into action” stiles stated

Your eyes widen as you looked at stiles confused and signaled that Scott was right there

“Oh yeah I told Scott” he said simply as he shrugged his shoulders

“Are you serious, you were the one who said we couldn’t say anything?!”

“I knoww, but how can I keep anything from this face” stiles said walking up to Scott and giving his cheeks a squeeze and a tap on the head, to which you looked at him unamused with your arms crossed against your chest

“Ok, okay” he sighed out “he saw that I was acting weird and used his wolf powers to pressure me into talking, I couldn’t help it! I felt as if I was in an interrogation room”

“I asked if you were okay?” Scott said confused shoving stiles off him

“Whatever same difference, but don’t try to switch the topic we’re going to that party so cmon get up go get ready” stiles shushed you to your closet so you can change

“Fine, but we’re not staying long and I get to drive there”

“Ughhhhh” stiles and Scott said in union

TIME SKIP TO PARTY AND A TERRIFIED SCOTT AND STILES

“I don’t think I’ve ever been more scared in my life, and I was attacked by a werewolf”

“I think I’m going to throw up”

“Oh shut up, you guys are so dramatic” you said annoyed walking towards Lydia’s house, the door was open and the place was packed, music booming everywhere, she sure knew how to throw a party you thought

“Okay hold my hand” stiles said holding his hand out for you to grab, your heart started to pound as you placed your hand in his as he lead you through the house, Scott not to far behind

“Cmon let’s grab a drink” you said heading towards the punch bowl “eeu that’s not punch” you said making a face, but downing it anyways knowing it’s probably the only thing that’s going to get you through the night

You stood by stiles the whole time, with his arm around you, him and Scott had a lot more friends after he made team captain of the lacrosse team and stiles by affiliation he too gained a popular crowd of people, you began to grow bored and stiles saw that as he kissed the top of your head asking if you were okay. You blinked at him not saying a word still fazed by the way his lips kissed you even if it was on your head “y/n you alright?” Stiles asked again

“Huh yeah, yeah I’m great I’m actually gonna grab another drink you want anything?” “No I’m good thanks, wait hold up” stiles said turning his head “Scott you want a drink!” Stiles called out over the music to Scott

“Nah man im alright” Scott said, turning towards his friends that he was just speaking with, to which you turned and started walking to the bowl for another drink, but when you got there it was empty

“Ugh seriously?” You said looking around for any other drinks, you walked inside to grab a water instead when you suddenly saw a bottle, an unattended half full bottle of vodka, you looked around to see if anyone was watching as you took a big swing, cringing at the taste

“If that doesn’t get me drunk I don’t know what will” you said heading back to stiles, and as you got outside it all hit you at once, the punch you drank earlier, the two shots you took with stiles and the big swing of vodka you drank “oh no.” You stated

You stumbled towards stiles knocking into people who were also drunk, probably a lot drunker than you

“Hey stiii” you smiled looking up at him, adoring the slight height difference you guys had

“Hey y/n/n?” He looked at you confused “you all good there”

“Mhm all goodd over heree” you giggled

“Right I’m sure, hey Scott we should go I think y/n had too much to drink” stiles said looking over to Scott

“Wha- no! I’m just now having fun we are not *hiccup* leaving” you said crossing you arms over your chest, and if you weren’t so unstable right now you would have stomped your foot as well

“Y/n we’re leaving.” Stiles said turning his head away from you to tell Scott that we’re going, to which you used as a perfect opportunity to escape, because if he got to have fun all night talking to his friends you should to

“Scott you have the keys?”

“Yeah there right here” he said pulling them out of his pocket

“Okay good let’s go” stiles said turning his head to look at you, only to discover that you were gone “ohh no…”

Meanwhile you were inside with everyone else dancing with a group of girls you just met, one of which happened to be Lydia

“Wow y/n didn’t know you were so much fun” Lydia smiled at you grabbing your hand as she danced with you

“Hahaha honestly I didn’t think I can have this much fun” you said drunkenly

“You know we should hang out more”

“Uh yeah duh” you laughed totally forgetting that your best friend who you’re fake dating is in love with her

“Y/n! Y/n/nnn, y/l/n!” You heard stiles and Scott yell out

“Y/n there you are, cmon we’re leaving” stiles said annoyed reaching for you hand

“Stiles I said I don’t want to, leave me alone” you said and continued to dance

“Y/n” you heard Scott say in a warning voice

“Y/n/n these your friends?” You heard Lydia say amused looking at both of them with a smile, more so looking at stiles with a smile, you had to admit stiles had a huge glow up over the summer like growing out his hair, gaining a little more muscle as well as getting taller, you guys had already been at school for a couple days but you guessed Lydia hadn’t seen him until now the way she’s eyeing him

“Yeah there my frie- *hiccup* -nds, and their being annoying” you said rolling your eyes

“That’s it we’re going” stiles said picking you up and out the front door, but you had no energy left to fight back so you just let him and Scott hot on his trail helped stiles put you in the back of the car

You ended up falling asleep, stiles picking you up being the last thing you remember before totally passing out and waking up in bed the next morning with a raging headache and with stiles sleeping on the floor next to your bed and Scott sleeping on the small couch you had in your room practically falling off, “worst night ever” you sighed plopping back into bed and falling back asleep

LATER THAT DAY

“Okay so Lydia was totally checking me out last night you saw that right?!” You heard stiles say as you began waking up

“Yeah man, it was so weird I thought I was dreaming”

“Haha” stiles said nudging Scott “And the way y/n was dancing with her, I mean if she ends up being friends with her this plan might be even easier than I thought”

You closed your eyes and turned your body around now facing away from them, slightly upset that this whole fake dating to get Lydia Martin might actually work.

[luciferlightbringer]

Talk to Me

Chapter 4

Lucifer x Fem Fallen Angel Reader Word Count: 5.1k CW: Angst, trauma, trust building, slow burn, enemies to lovers(ish?), lies, curiosity Guess who is finally gonna talk to each otherrrr?

|Chapter 3|Chapter 4|Chapter 5 (Updated through Chapter 5)

As happy as you were to be back at the nice new hotel, with nice new rooms, and nice new… friends(?), that didn’t mean that there was still a lot that you were trying to get used to. A lot that still felt overwhelming.

You had gone to sleep that night feeling ready to take on getting to know the others in the hotel, even briefly said hi to a couple of them, Angel, Husk, Cherri, and Niffty. But the next morning you woke up in a panicked cold sweat, and the tightened feeling in your chest about being around sinners.

You stayed into your room for a couple days, only sneaking out to get food.

You spent much of that time moving between freaking out and trying to figure out what to do to help other sinners. You just wish you had someone to talk it out with.

As if to a sort of answer to your prayers, Charlie knocked on your door. You slowly opened the door before giving her a panicked hug. She held you close and stroked your hair.

“Charlie, I’m so sorry I have not left my room… I’ve been meaning… trying to… but… I’m still so overwhelmed… I know that no one here will cause me harm… but I can’t help but think…”

Charlie shushed you as she held you, “Hey, it’s ok. I’m not upset, don’t worry. I know that I am wanting to encourage you but also not push you too far… I’ve made that mistake before… what do you feel like you need from me?” You thought, you’d never been asked that before. You think you would usually be the one asking Emily that in the past.

“Well… talking helps…”

Charlie smiled and moved further into the room with you, closing the door, sat on your bed and patted next to her “Tell me what is on your mind.”

You went to go sit by her and sighed, “I… I don’t know… I guess the first thing is… other sinners scare me… I don’t know what to do.”

Charlie thought, “Well… other sinners can be scary, but they can also be nice too. You never know what it is that made someone come to hell. I’ve always had the thought that sinners might not always be bad people.”

You gave Charlie a confused look.

Charlie thought again, “Ok uhh… let’s take Angel Dust for example. He’s a porn star. Why do you think he became a porn star?”

You shrugged, “Because he was a pornstar on Earth?”

Charlie shook her head, “Not the case actually. What would you say if you knew he grew up on Earth in the Mafia, with no way to escape, and spent most of his energy protecting his little sister?”

“That’s… huh…well being in the Mafia is bad… but if he was trapped in it… and he was protecting his sister… then that’s good…”

“He also is protective of others here at the hotel,” Charlie added, “He is almost like an older brother to Niffty.”

You thought for a minute about this, “But… how did he end up here… as a porn star?”

Charlie shrugged, “Lots of people end up here and get pulled into the… errr rough culture of Hell. Somehow he found his way to Valentino, the Overlord of the Porn Industry, and they made a contract.”

“And the cycle continues all over again,” you realize.

“Exactly,” Charlie added.

“And he is back repeating the same mistakes, because that’s what he needed to do to survive on earth,” you perk up more.

“Yes,” Charlie adds with more excitement.

“And… if he is becoming more good at the hotel… or doing more good things… it’s because…”

“Because he has a community to help him learn that there is more outside of that place of survival. That he can have support that isn’t abusive. Support that is kind and helps him find what he wants without being evil.” Charlie added.

You felt like your brain exploded. People weren’t just bad to be bad, some people were bad because of the community around them. Your heart broke.

“Some people on earth…” you start to choke on some tears, looking at Charlie “Some people on earth… had no chance of being good in their lifetime, did they? Not because they didn’t want to, but because they did not know how? Because they were not in a life where they were able to be around good people? They were trying to be the best they could in a bad environment?”

Charlie nodded, “Exactly.”

Tears streamed down your face, his realization made you so sad and so angry. So it was not just that people chose to be good or bad? Was there a gray area in the middle?

Charlie rubbed your back as you cried. She was… surprised by your response. She would hoped it would click, but something about this made you so upset. Questioning things? She was intrigued at the thought that this was not something that was understood by all sinners, but she guessed that everyone was different in their understanding. Everyone on earth experienced such vastly different things, it was hard to consider any sort of “standard” to the human experience.

Your tears soon settled, and you continued to look onto the floor, “I want to understand more… I want to.. to hear people’s experiences more… see more of this in action. But how would I do that?”

Charlie thought, “You could… just offer people a space to talk! Like… just saying you will be there to listen? Maybe talk them through some ideas if they want that?”

You thought and nodded, “Ya… that might work, but how would I get people to want to talk to me?”

Charlie stood up and started to pace around the room as she thought, “Well… I could encourage it as part of the hotel curriculum. Maybe they can get out of other activities occasional if they talk with you. Ultimately, them talking to you would need to be for their benefit though. Not just for you learning… Hmm…” Charlie continued to pace.

“Well… I think I would have to promise not to share anything outside of that conversation with anyone,” you added.

“Right! Hmm… we might want to be careful with that though,” Charlie said, “I don’t want anyone to abuse that. Like say if someone told you about something where they want to harm someone else or the hotel? I think you wouldn’t be able to keep that secret.”

“Oh ya, good point,” that though made you a little nervous, but you had to be prepared for anything, “I would just have to tell people the rules at the beginning.”

“That sounds good.”

“Ok… I can work with that… I think I with want to brainstorm for a little while more before starting anything.”

“Totally!” Charlie perked, “It sounds like an amazing idea that we can run the idea past the others. But for this to work, it would help if you started to come out and interact with them some more, what do you say?” Charlie held out a hand.

You looked at her hand and smiled, you knew she was right. You took her hand and followed her downstairs.

You took the rest of the evening and the next few days getting to know Vaggie, Angel Dust, Husk, Niffty, Cherri, and Alastor more. Though Alastor didn’t share much about himself other than the general vibe that he was powerful and scary. But overall the others did not make you feel bad about needing some time to get used to Hell, many of them had died a long time ago but they all remembered it being hard, even though they all varied in how much they accepted their placement in Hell.

Several days later, Charlie brought up the idea of your “Talk Time” with the other members of the hotel, and they were given time to talk through their worries or concerns.

“How do you know you ain’t gonna move to conversation to what you want? How do you know you ain’t gonna judge us?” Angel asked.

“Hmm… everything in that room is about you and your story. I want to learn more and support you guys. And if you ever do feel that way, you can tell me. I’m not forcing anyone to be there, I’m there if you want to talk some someone,” you responded, “Anything you tell me, I’m gonna do everything I can to meet it with curiously, not judgement. I’m not gonna be perfect, but I wanna try.”

“How do you know you are actually going to keep our secrets? What stops you from just blabbing them to all of Hell?” Husk asked.

You thought about that, and you looked at Charlie and Vaggie. You knew there was a certain type of silence spell that was sometimes used in Heaven, mostly for people on themselves so that they would not accidental spill secrets. It’s a spell that Adam should have used when it came to the exterminations, but his pride got in the way and he didn’t. You were curious if either of them had magic like that.

“Do either of you have magic that can cause a sort of silencing spell? One that could force me to not be able to talk about certain things?”

Charlie and Vaggie looked at each other and thought. Alastor in the corner of the room gripped his cane, thinking of the magic threads that kept his own secrets locked away.

Vaggie thought of the same angelic seal that you had, she found it cruel though, but she understood the reason here. Part of her was curious about how you had thought of that so quickly, but now was not the time to dive into that.

“I do”, she said “It binds you to keeping secrets within specified parameters, like if it were to be like “You are are bound to keep the secrets of Charolette Morningstar, so long as keeping the secret would not cause harm to others.”” Or something.”

You nodded, that sounded right, “Can we try it so everyone can see?”

Vaggie nodded and began the spell, saying it the same thing she had said before, then she prompted Charlie to tell you a small secret. Charlie came up and in your ear whispered “I accidentally used Vaggie’s toothbrush one time before we were officially dating and I’ve never told her and I feel really bad about it.” You wanted to laugh because it was such an innocent secret, but your face remained neutral.

You turned to the group and attempted to say the secret but all that happened was your lips sealed shut and a red X marked over your mouth, silencing you for a moment before disappearing. You tried it again, and the red X appeared. You looked out to the group.

“Any further questions or concerns?” You ask the group.

“Will that happen for anything we tell you?” Niffty added.

Vaggie answered, “I can set it just so it happens involving information said when you are in her room, this will also incentivize you all to only talk to her about heavy stuff during times you meet with her, so that you aren’t just randomly coming up to her. Got it?”

The rest of the group nodded.

“How long will we have to talk to ya for?” Angel asked.

You shrugged, “As long as you like I guess, but I might have to cap it at some point. We will workshop it and see how it goes. I’m gonna start offering it a couple days a week and then I’ll increase time as I feel ready for it.”

That seemed to be the end of the questions for now. There was always room for more questions.

You started your open office hours the next day, your door was open and you were just hanging out in your room. No one came in for most of the day, but closer to the end of the day, Angel came walking in.

“Hey,” Angel said in the doorway.

“Hey! You wanna come chat?” You ask.

“Not really, but yes… but Husk said it might be a good idea, let’s get Vaggie going with that silence spell though,” Angel added. You called for Vaggie, she set the spell, and then you and Angel were alone to talk.

Angel sat in silence for a few minutes, thinking. He sighed, “I talk ���bout my shit all the time but I don’t know where ta even start ‘ere” he buries his face in his hands.

You thought a moment, “How about today? Is there something that is bothering you today? You said Husk told you to come up here.”

Angel sighed, “Alright, buckle in toots.” Angel started by telling you about his boss, Valentino, being an absolute monster to him. You asked some questions and Angel went back into the details of how he ended up on the end of Val’s chain. How he had arrived to Hell much like you did, scared and alone, although he figured some of his family was down here, but he didn’t want much to do with them. There was no hotel then, and all he knew was finding someone in power to protect him.

He got a job in Val’s company since he knew sex and acting were things he could do, and he quickly gained the favor of Val. But Val didn’t just like him, he was obsessed with him, Angel had to live with him and be on call basically 24/7 for shoots and for Val personally. Protection didn’t matter if it wasn’t protecting him from the biggest threat in his life, which had become Val himself. But he was trapped, he learned about the hotel and got set up over here. The hotel was the only remotely safe place he had now and he was thankful for that. He then went quiet.

“I understan-“ you started to say.

“No! No you don’t! No one does. Don’t hit me with that crap, I get it all the time,” Angel snarked as he crossed his arms.

You wanted to snap at him but you took a breath, remembering this isn’t about you, that’s probably his pain.

“You’re right,” you said. He looked up at you with surprise and confusion, “You’re totally right, I’m sorry, I don’t… I guess I mean… I see your pain, I hear your suffering… I see you Angel. You just wanna be safe.”

He stared at you a moment and nodded “Ya.”

“And you want to have people around you that will want to protect you?”

He nodded again, his arms going more slack, “Ya.”

“And if you took part in the battle with Heaven, I’m gonna guess you have found that here, and you wanna protect them, too. Right?”

He nods, fighting the tears that welled in his eyes, “Heh… I’m glad you got that silence spell, wouldn’t want everyone to know how mushy I am.”

You shrugged “I think many of them would appreciate it, but that is up to you.”

Angel smiled “So uhh… let me know when ya office is open again. Kay? This… didn’t completely suck.”

You smiled, and walked him to the door. Once he left you closed the door and sighed, that was a lot, but it was good. You didn’t have long before there was a knock on your door.

You opened the door to see a short young man with short slicked back blond hair, a sharp smile, and button up and a suit vest, there were red dots on his checks like Charlie, did she have a brother?

“Hiya! Haha, I apologize for the intrusion, I hope I didn’t startle you. I was in the neighbor and came to say hi to Charlie and she said you were taking times for people to come and just chat with you so I thought I would came say hi!”

“Oh! Well wonderful, and… you are?” You asked.

“I’m sorry, weird are my manners, I’m Lucifer!” he said sticking out a hand.

You were suddenly full of fear and took a step back, “Lucifer…” You felt yourself trip and start to fall backwards. You anticipate hitting the floor but you stop just short as Lucifer catches you, a worried look on his face. Time feels like it slows for a second as he holds you up and you look at each other. He quickly sets you down and takes a step back.

“I’m so sorry… I really didn’t mean to scare you… I promise I just wanted to come say hi. Connect the face to the name. (Y/fn), right? Charlie mentioned you. And I wanted to give you this!” He pulls out a simple rubber duck.

You were just looking him up and down, trying to make sense of the image in front of you, and then the rubber duck. This soft and small person was the terrifying Lucifer? Why did he have a rubber duck?

“Yes that’s me. Wait. You are Lucifer?” You asked.

Lucifer nodded, “The one and only!”

You blinked and thought more, “But… you’re not scary? Do you make yourself not look scary?”

Lucifer looked at himself and chuckled “No this is how I normally look, I actually have to try to make myself look scary.”

“So you can be scary?”

Lucifer shrugged, “Yes, but I don’t like to. I’m guessing they still draw me as big and muscular with horns and fire and all of that on Earth?”

You thought back to the few depictions you had seen of Lucifer around Heaven, each one a more terrifying depiction from the last, and you made a face. “You could say that, lots of goat and snake like monsters.”

Lucifer rolled his eyes, “Eh. Of course. I can look like elements of that, but half the time I swear they are just drawing Satan and slapping my name on him. He’s like a big goat man, Sin or Wrath. He runs the Wrath ring downstairs.” He set down the rubber duck on the table next to the door. “Anyways, I just wanted to thank you for joining Charlie’s hotel. We weren’t sure we were going to get more after the extermination news. How did you find us?”

Damn you needed a good excuse, what was the one you had told Charlie the other day? You started to stand back up as you responded. “I uhh… heard something about it from the group of sinners that… beat me up. Not in a positive way but I thought I would check it out. I’m glad I did, Charlie has been so kind to me.”

Lucifer frowned, “I’m sorry to hear about your attack but I’m glad that you have found comfort with my daughter. She has such a gentle heart.” He smiled as he thought about his daughter.

You watched his eyes shine as he talked about her. Seriously, who was this guy? This gentle and kind person was the most hated being in all of creation? This was the man whose name was akin to a cursed word in the heavens. The longer you were here, the less sense things were making, and the more angry it made you.

Lucifer looked at you and noticed the grimace on your face, “Uhh… everything ok?”

You snapped back to the present and realized how twisted in frustration your face was. “Uhh… ya! I just… still have some pain I’m dealing with. Nothing to worry about.”

Lucifer looked at the light wrap on your arm and opposing leg, no longer full casts but a little wrap, “May I take a look?”

You hesitated, and he sensed it. “I wouldn’t hurt you. Some angels just have healing powers, I just want to see if your bones settled the right way.”

You paused, and then offered your arm “No cuts please.”

Lucifer nodded, “No cuts.” He walked forward and took your forearm in both hands and closed his eyes, focusing in on your bones. He could sense that this one was healing correctly, but he let out some power and finished up the healing process.

You were so nervous to be this close to him, but something about his soft touch was so disarming. He was warm and gentle. The light startled you, but then a wave of relief came over your arm. His hands slipped away and you tried moving it. It was good as new! You beamed a smile looking at it.

Lucifer smiled seeing you ease up a little around him. “Want me to do your leg next?” You looked at him and nodded.

You sat on the bed, and he knelt down to take your lower leg in his hands, closing his eyes again. This time you looked more over his features as he turned into your injury, your curiosity over him was just eating at you. And even more so… they did he almost feel familiar?

“Hmm,” he hummed. “Were you walking on this injury?”

“Uhh… ya, why?” You responded. “Why? Is something wrong?”

He looked up at you, “The bones are not healing correctly in line, that is probably what is causing more pain here.”

“That’s not good… is there a way to fix it?”

“There is… but I would have to separate the bones again to be able to heal them back in the right place. You wouldn’t feel pain but it’s not pleasant. It will feel better after that though,” he said looking into your eyes.

You grabbed at your shoulder, remembering the break of your wing. You swallowed hard, could you trust the devil?

You nodded.

He nodded, set his hands in place, and prepared you, his magic beginning to glow again. Before you knew it, there was a quick pop and then a cooling sensation of healing again. You both exhaled and then smiled at each other.

You stood up and tested your leg, you could put your weight on it without pain again! You spun around and smiled.

Lucifer smiled again, warmth filling his heart as we felt like he was actually able to do something nice for you. Filling some sense of an unpaid debt of some kind.

“I’m glad you are feeling better, anything else? I noticed you grabbed your shoulder, I could-“

“No!” You stopped your dance and held your shoulder away. Lucifer pulled back with a look of worry on his face.

“I mean… I’m sorry, it’s nothing. An old injury from… my old life. Nothing something that is actually there. Just something I think of,” you looked over the worry and pain on his face. “Shit… I’m sorry… I didn’t mean to yell…”

“No it’s ok, haha, I get it, old pains from a past life and all…” Lucifer thought off, thinking of the fall.

You looked over his face again, there was something so deep about his pain, it intrigued you. It was funny how little you had known about pain as a concept just a month ago, but now, your hunger for learning about it was unmatched. You couldn’t understand what made people actually good until you realized that also made them bad, and pain and suffering seems to be a big factor. Looking at the harbinger of pain and suffering himself, it made you so curious as to what started it all.

“Hey,” you said, Lucifer looked up at you. “My… my talk times are available for everyone at the hotel, so… that includes you. If you ever want to talk about things that have happened to you… my door is open. Just… maybe not today. My last appointment was uhh… a lot. With-“ you tried to say Angel’s name but your mouth sealed shut and a red X appeared over your mouth.

Lucifer was startled by the angelic red X that he remembers seeing on the elders sometimes in the past. After a moment the X disappeared

“Sorry, silence spell. I forgot I can’t even say the name of who I last talked to. Vaggie helped me set it up,” you rubbed your mouth, that feeling was not pleasant.

“Oh interesting, so you have parameters set to not share what people let you during the talk time?” Lucifer asked. You nodded. He thought and then smiled.

“Alright, I’ll come talk to you. I’ll see you in a few days then.” He gave you a wink and then wished you goodbye before teleporting downstairs to grab his hat and coat, and saying goodbye to the others before teleporting back home.

You sighed and flopped on your bed after Lucifer left. You had met the King of Hell and lived to tell the tale. He was so unlike anything you expected. You were still a little wary of him, but the way you didn’t sense a single bit of malice or trickery about him. Just… kindness and…sadness… lots of sadness… He felt so much like Charlie, but also… not.

You thought again to the look in his eyes, the gentle way he talked about healed you, especially your leg, he could have just snapped it and healed it, but he took the time to talk you through it. You actually thought to keep that in might when talking to people, you could probably approach conversations like that.

But beyond that, he, like his daughter, respected when you said no to him looking at your shoulder. He wasn’t just searching to make you “perfect” he wanted you to have a say in things. That felt so unusual, that was something you had very little of in Heaven.

Then there was the biggest part that bothered you. Why did he feel familiar? Vaggie you could understand, she could have been a face in the crowd of Heaven that you just didn’t pick up on and she slipped your memory in the years since she was kicked from the service of Heaven. But how could Lucifer feel familiar? He fell before you were created. Had you met at another point still?

You remembered the day you came into being, your eyes opening and Sera welcoming you, explaining your role, and being introduced to Emily.

Emily… your heart hurt to think of her, your closest… friend. Tears welled up in your eyes. How you missed her. You wished she was ok. You wondering if she thought of you. If she still suffered. Or if she had just forgotten you at this point and moved on.

You shook your head, no, Emily was not like that, she wouldn’t forget you after almost 10,000 years of friendship.

You sighed and rolled onto your side, your eyes caught sight of the rubber duck Lucifer had left. You smiled. What a curious thing, and what a curious man. You floated the duck over to you and looked at it as you laid there. You realized you never thanked him for the gift. How rude of you. You would have to remedy that next time you talked with him. You smiled at the thought as you drifted to sleep.

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Lucifer returned home and flopped on his bed again, a swirl of emotions mixed up in his stomach. On the one hand he was grateful for another pleasant visit to the hotel, and a chance to meet and interact with you. On the other… there were some things he just couldn’t wrap his head around.

On the more positive end, he was glad the you seemed like a kind sinner, which also confused him, because kind and sinner should not mix, but he also didn’t even know what the threshold was for people ending up here anyway. He knew from getting to know the other sinners at that hotel that some people just had a rough exterior, but you didn’t even seem to have that. Your biggest thing seemed to be that you were very afraid of him.

He had hoped that by the end of your conversation he had put you a little more at ease. He thought that maybe you had grown up in a cult or something, that would explain many of the behaviors. Growing up with an idea of a deity that should be feared above all else or else the “monstrous devil” would steal their soul.

Pfft. As if. He had better things to do than deal in the trading of mortal souls.

Anyways, ya that was probably the case. He was just glad that you were feeling better about your limbs and you offering some of your time to talk with him. He almost found it amusing to think about talking to a mortal about his problems. As if they could even comprehend it. But it would be nice to talk to some things outside of Charlie and his rubber ducks, although the ducks were great listeners.

The things that bothered him about his visit were… interesting. The more simple part was your reaction to him looking at your shoulder. He understood the idea of an old injury but… that reaction didn’t pan out with an old one, but a new one. A traumatizing one. You hadn’t been here for long, so what could have happened to have caused such a reaction? One that you didn’t want touched or healed if it was as fresh as your other injuries? Or was it even fresher? Had a rogue exorcist gotten to you? There was no way of telling. Maybe once he had built up more trust with her, he would have more of a chance to get that question answered.

Then there was the bigger reason for his discomfort, why did you feel familiar to him, and why did you feel off to him? He had only recently started interacting with sinners and you were new to Hell, so that couldn’t be it. Maybe he had seen you in the past when he had taken a trip to Earth before with… ugh, maybe? That also seemed like a stretch. Maybe you just reminded him from someone, that was probably it. Someone from a long time ago maybe?

Curse this depression brain fog, it made trying to remember anything impossible. What was your name again? (Y/fn)? That didn’t ring any bells, so you must have just reminded him of someone, it was gonna drive him crazy.

Oh well, for now that would just have to remain a mystery for another day.

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[m0chisenpai]

sprung

˚｡⋆ mike schmidt x black!fem!reader

in which mike finds himself sprung for the school's librarian that abby raves about. the iconic sunshine x grumpy pairing

Mike would love to know just what was enough to catch Abby's attention in school for her to leave her backpack at school, and just what possessed him not to check her as soon as she hopped into the car. Now here he was having to do an entire u-turn and rush back to the school before the teachers left out.

Thankfully a teacher was walkign to her car right when Mike had shoved his car into two parking spots and jumped out the car with Abby trying to keep up.

"Leave something behind?" The woman asked offering Mike a sympathetic smile.

"Yeah, uh do you know if Ms/Y/L/N is still here?"

"Oh yes, she keeps the library open just a bit for the stragglers." The woman gives Mike the directions but Abby takes the lead immediately, her hand pulling Mike along as he tries to avoid the looks of teachers brushing by.

"She's super duper nice. On Fridays she lets us get a treat from her jar and read, I sit on the pillows by the window cause it gets warm and I take a nap......"

It's unusually quiet for an elementery school, save for Abby's stories, till they reach a pair of open doors and a voice that could only be attributed to warm milk and honey pulls him into the library. It smells of aged books, the late afternoon night pours through the windows which are filled with plants and crafts.

Abby disappears through one of the rows of the bookcases and Mike finds himself trying to as quietly as he can catch his sister. "Abby!" but one of the kids shushes him and he grumbles sharply whispering for his sister again.

When he's finally out the maze of books he's in front of a carpeted area where children sat on a plush grassy green carpet watching who he assumed was Ms.Y/L/N. She was anything but what Mike expected her to look like.

Librarians were suppose to be mean old grannies. Old women who looked decades old and bitter. Not beautiful angels with a voice like yours that read the frayed fairytale book that you held with the most absolute of care balanced upon your crossed knees with poised grace.

Your glasses sat too perfectly on the curve of your nose. Your hair was pulled into a low bun in the back but your bangs were curly and framed your face.

"Nothing would be what it is because everything would be what it isn't. And contrariwise, what it is, it wouldn't be, and what it wouldn't be, it would. You see?"

Your eyes looked up and fell onto Mike who sheepishly held up his hand in a pathetic excuse of a wave which you enthusiastically returned. You dropped a bookmark in the book and leaned forward.

Had he known he would be meeting this mysterious beauty he would have made an attempt to shave and fix his mess of a curls that sat disheveled on his head.

"Alright loves, silent read for me while I help this new friend out ok? Or you can rest your eyes in your bubbles" the children disperse or cozy themselves into worn beanbags or at small tables littered with crayons and half finished pictures.

You stand up and meet Mike halfway with a warm smile, "how can I help you sir?"

"My sister left her bag here" Mike whispers and you hum with a tilt of your head.

"What's her name?"

"Abby."

"Ahh so you're the infamous brother in her pictures" your smile lights up. "She speaks so highly of you. And her drawings are filled with you too." Mike gives a nod and his lips turn upward into what he hopes is a charming smile though it feels more like a grimace and he hopes that he isn't screwing this up.

Geez what was she telling you, Abby had no filter on her mouth. She spoke mind freely. A bit too freely, but at least she was opening up more. "She's not giving you much trouble is she?"

You quickly wave a hand between accompanied with a shake of your head. "Not at all, Abby's a wonderful girl. Lovely imagination too, i couldn't imagine her being any trouble at home."

"You should see her after school" and your giggle gives Mike hope back that you aren't convinced he's some grumpy parent. "She talks about you all the time." That definitely didn't sound stalkerish.

"Good things I hope?" You ask holding his gaze. And he smiles a small step closer.

"All good, and then some." And now you're finding yoursef, pulled into those big warm brown eyes. Is he leaning in? Are you? You don't know, because you're snapped out this trance from the fast pitter patter of feet.

"Got my bag Mike!" Abby skips over to his side. "Thank you for the extra book Ms.Y/L/N" she steps forward wrapping you in a hug whihc you quickly return.

"Of course, let me know what you think of the ending I think you'll love it" you give her a playful wink. "And it was a pleasure meeting you,Mr.Schmidt."

"Call me Mike."

"Alright, until we meet again Mike" and you turn on your heel to return to your seat, a gentle sway to your hips, legs crossed with the book resting on your knee once again. Abby has to tug on Mike's hand multiple times to get him to finally turn his back. Your gentle voice continuing to read the fairy tale.

"She's single ya know?" Abby hums as she swings their arms.

"Mind your business" Mike grumbles and Abby only giggles. Cause when she looks up at her brothers face, he's got a sense of relief in his eyes at this piece of information.

[venic-bxtch]

𖤓Crossing the Divide𖤓

𖤓Part 2𖤓

Pairing: Rafe Cameron x fem!pouge!reader

Warnings: Cussing, Rafe kinda babying the reader, some trauma dumping, meanish Rafe, suggestive(I think)

The bed was King sized with a white wooden frame and pink floral designs on the bedsheets, blankets, and pillows. It also had a pink mesh mosquito net. The rest of the room had white walls and filigree designs on the borders. You had 2 dressers, a massive closet, and a vanity. You also had a desk with a laptop on it. Rafe had left a note on it saying you could start applying for colleges and scholarships, and take necessary classes and tests.

You got up, yawned and stretched. You heard a knock on the door.

“Come in.” You said in groggy voice, as you stifled a yawn.

The door opened and Rafe walked in. He was holding a few Chanel and Louis Vuitton shopping bags, and some unopened packages. He had already gotten ready. He wore a black polo shirt with khaki shorts, his prized rings, and gold watch.

“Mornin��� doll face.” He smiled and put the items on the bench in front of your bed.

You looked at him with a little smile,”Good morning Rafe.”

He sat by you on the bed,”How’d you sleep?”

You sighed dreamily, remembering the absolute paradise you felt while sleeping,”Amazing. I actually slept through the night for once.”

He stroked your cheek,”You’ve never slept through the night, doll face?”

You shook your head,”Nope. Back at my house, I’m using a 10 year old mattress. It’s stuffed with a bunch of random stuff, I never cared to check.”

He pursed his lips and spoke in your ear in a low tone,”I’ll make sure to take good care of you. You won’t regret this.”

You were sure your face was on fire. You were falling for his tricks.

You looked at him, smiling,”Thank you.”

“Of course, doll face. How bout you get ready, and I’ll take you for a lil’ drive. We should get ice cream.”

You nodded,”That sounds good. I’ll be down in like 10 minutes.”

He scoffed,”Oh sweet thing. You’re gonna be exfoliating that skin, moisturizing it, and putting on makeup and perfume. That’s gonna take a while. How bout you brush your teeth then eat breakfast?” You nodded rapidly, you haven’t eaten a good meal for days. He patted your thigh once,”Alright I’ll be downstairs.” He smiled and walked off.

You got off the bed and walked to the en-suite bathroom. He had put out an Oral-B toothbrush and toothpaste for you. You rinsed your mouth out. You shuffled back into the bedroom in the cold hardwood to get your bunny slippers. You gently padded down the stairs to the dining room. There were 2 plates with pancakes and bacon with iced tea for you and coffee for Rafe.

Rafe was fidgeting with his ring while taking slow sips of his black coffee. He looked up with a massive grin on his face,”Doll face.” He got up to pull out a chair for you. He put it right next to his in a vertical position. He patted the cushion of the seat,”Come on, sit.”

You nodded and spoke quietly,”Ok.” You slowly sat down. You observed the food.

He chuckled,”Don’t worry dollie. I ain’t gonna kill ya’.”

You sighed, knowing that you’d regret your words,”You murdered Perterkin. That’s why I’m a little afraid of you…” you trailed off.

He grabbed your face forcefully, his tone more aggressive,”Hey, watch your fuckin’ mouth! You’re gonna listen. You’re gonna listen good doll face. I didn’t fuckin’ kill Peterkin. It was that John B.” He let your face go roughly,”You got that?”

You looked down,”Yes..”

“Good. Now eat up. We have places to be.”

A few tears rolled down your cheek and fell in your lap. Quiet sobs exited your mouth. You always hated when people yelled at you.

He sighed,”Hey dollie, I didn’t mean to be so aggressive……” he rubbed your back, shushing you,”I’ll be better. I promise.” He kissed the top of your head, “you still hungry?” You shook your head,”You still wanna go out?” You shook your head. He picked you up out of the chair bridal style,”I’ll but you back to bed. I’ll be right by you,Ok?”

You calmed your crying down,”Ok.” This man was sick. He was manipulating you and you still fell for it. You haven’t had anyone but your friends care for you. But this felt different.

He gently placed you down on the bed, helping you take your slippers off. He laid down right next to you, his hand loosely on your waist.

He whispered,”I just want someone to care about me, and be with me, and help me…all my family’s gone. They don’t care. Most people don’t like me. Fuck, Topper and Kelc don’t really like me anyway. You actually give a shit. I can tell.”

You whispered back,”Oh…my family is gone too. My parents died in a shipwreck. I’ve been scared of the sea since forever. I just don’t have anywhere to go. My other family members don’t know I exist.” You put your hand on his, tracing his insignia ring.

“You’re better than me. You didn’t start doin’ drugs and selling em’”

“I started smoking.”

He let out a quiet laugh,”I’ve done it all, dollie.”

END OF PART 2

[suckerforcate]

Ok, so Larissa is dating a teacher at Nevermore. the reader is a shapeshifter as well, but can only do animals, not humans. After a stressful day, the reader loves to just turn into an animal and relax. Her favorite animal is a raccoon, so that's what she shifts into the most. One night, while waiting for Larissa, she shifts into a raccoon and takes a little nap. A new teacher finds the reader and freaks out. So the reader runs out and finds Larissa with the new teacher on her tail. Larissa is desperately trying not to laugh as the new teacher explains.

Raccoon

Pairing: Larissa Weems x teacher!Reader

Word Count: 497

Warning: none

A/n: So this is rather short, but I really liked this as it's extremely cute and just a funny, little one-shot!! @lord6-6fandom hope you like it <3

The day had been exhausting. The students had really walked on thin ice and your desk was overflowing from all the paperwork and exams you still had to correct.

So when you went to Larissa's office and didn't see her anywhere, you decided to lay down a bit until she'd come back. You were a shapeshifter, like Larissa, but unlike Larissa you shape-shifted into animals. Larissa always loved it when you turned into a cat, as it was her favourite animal. Your favourite one was a raccoon. A little random, yes. But it was really fluffy and just looked so cute. Curling up was just the most comfortable thing, because you were your own pillow and blanket.

So you shifted into a raccoon and laid down on the armchair in front of Larissa's desk. Fast falling asleep and relaxing a bit.

Not much later you were awoken, but to your surprise not by Larissa but by the new colleague. She had been here for a week and didn't know about your ability yet. So you couldn't blame her, when she looked at you terrified and let out a shocked scream.

Before she could do anything stupid, you jumped of the chair and ran through her legs out of the door. Yes, you could have just shifted back and calm the poor woman. But where would the fun in that be?

You could hear her following behind you, but you were faster. The little paws tapping hastily on the floor, you ran around the corners without slowing. Rounding the next corner you laid eyes on Larissa. She, of course, knew that it was you, so she smiled wide, ready to pick you up. But just before she could do that she saw the new teacher run around the corner, completely out of breath.

"Principle Weems, be careful. It's-" She stopped to breath but wildly gestured towards you. You on the other hand started slowly walking behind Larissa, looking at the chaos from between her legs.

Larissa really needed all of her discipline to not burst out laughing right on the spot. But as she felt you grow behind her and felt an arm, your human arm, around her waist, she just couldn't hold it anymore. The startled face of the new teacher was just too much.

She opened her mouth and closed it again, multiple times. Absolutely overwhelmed by the situation.

"I'm so sorry, Ms. (Y/l/n). I didn't know, I-" you grinned, highly amused by the situation.

"Oh, Shush! It's quite alright, I'm glad you would protect my Love so fiercely." The teacher, who also didn't know that you and Larissa were a couple, was now completely speechless. You felt that today, trying speaking to her would be wasted time. You took Larissa's hand and, walking past your new colleague and patting her shoulder, you left. Both still very amused by the previous events.

Just as you felt you were far enough away, you both burst out laughing.

[byersbootyshorts]

Sweet Sorrow (S.R.)

Emily’s death effected the whole team, but it hit Spencer the hardest. And when he’s at his lowest, it’s you he comes running to.

MENTIONS OF DRUGS AND ADDICTION!!

Word Count: 1,878

Warnings: s6!Spencer, gn!reader, hurt/comfort, mentions of Emily’s ‘death’, Spencer crying, mentions of drug use, mentions of addiction, language

well this turned out deeper than I expected

It was 11pm when you heard your doorbell ring. It was awfully late for someone to be at your door, you thought, but you hadn’t planned on sleeping anytime soon anyway, so you decided to answer it. You got up off your couch and as you were walking to the door your doorbell rang again, followed by insistent knocking.

“Alright, alright, I’m coming,” you shouted, annoyed at this person’s impatience.

You rolled your eyes as you reached the door, suddenly not in the mood for visitors anymore. But your mood shifted when you looked through the peephole and discovered who was outside your apartment.

“Oh my God, Spence,” you said, unlocking your door as fast as your fingers would allow. You flung the door open and took in the image in front of you. Spencer was standing in your doorway, his eyes red and puffy from crying. His whole body was vibrating under his large coat.

“Can I come in,” he mumbled after you’d been staring at him in shock for a bit too long.

“Yes, of course, sorry.” You quickly moved aside, allowing Spencer to enter your home. He slowly shuffled in, not daring to look up from the ground. You shut the door and walked over to comfort him by taking his hand in yours.

“Spencer, what’s wrong,” you asked, although your question was futile. You knew exactly what was wrong.

Ever since Emily’s passing none of the team had been the same. But Spencer was hit the hardest with grief. It wasn’t necessarily because they were the closest or because he missed her the most. Stuff like this just effected Spencer. You hated admitting it to yourself but you’d almost grown numb to the grief your job as an FBI profiler gave you. Obviously, Emily’s death broke you, but it had been weeks and you’d had to force yourself to get over it and move on.

Spencer wasn’t like that, though. He couldn’t just let the pain slide off his back. You’d noticed it at work. He’d been distracted and wasn’t his usual genius self. But you didn’t know how bad it was until he was standing in the middle of your apartment, trembling with misery.

“I just-,” he began, but he couldn’t continue. He started to sob, tears streaming down his face.

“I’m sorry,” he choked.

“Hey, it’s ok,” you said, pulling him tight to your chest in a hug. You shushed him, rubbing the back of his head in an attempt to comfort him.

You stood there for a while, just holding him as he wept into your shoulder.

After a few minutes his breathing became slower and he calmed down. He pulled away from you and slumped down on your couch.

“I just miss her,” he mumbled.

“I know,” you replied, sitting down beside him and placing a consoling hand on his knee. “We all do.”

“Well then why am I the only one still crying about it every night,” he said, fiddling with the corner of one of your cushions.

“Ok, first of all, I’m sure you’re not the only one still crying over her. Have you met Penelope Garcia?” you asked sarcastically. He let out a hesitant chuckle.

“And secondly, who cares if you’re still crying about it? I’m glad you are,” you revealed.

“What do you mean?” Spencer looked up at you with a confused expression.

“I mean, I’m glad you still have the humanity to be upset about this. I’m glad your letting your feelings out rather than bottling them inside you.”

“Please stop acting like a shrink,” Spencer complained.

“I’m not,” you retorted. “Ok, maybe I am. But I’m serious. I’d rather you come here every night and cry to me than stay alone in your apartment and hold all your sadness inside you.”

You couldn’t tell what had set Spencer off again but something caused his eyes to begin to water once more.

“Oh, Spence,” you said lovingly as he nuzzled into your chest. His tears began to soak through your hoodie but you didn’t care. He cried for another few minutes. You couldn’t do anything except wrap your arms around him and whisper to him that everything would be ok eventually. The agonizing sounds of his sobs were enough to bring you to tears, but you resisted. You had to be strong, for Spencer’s sake.

“Hey, why don’t we get this coat off you,” you said, noticing his red face. “Let’s get you comfortable.”

You began pulling on his sleeves, but he grabbed your hand.

“No,” he said authoritatively.

You raised your eyebrow, confused as to why he was so defensive over a coat.

“Ok, ok,” you said, taking your hands off him. “If you insist.”

From the minute you mentioned his coat something about Spencer’s demeanour changed. It was as if his sadness turned to anger.

“This is so fucking stupid,” he snapped, leaping up from the couch in rage. “Why can’t I just get over it, huh?”

“You will,” you said, trying to make your voice remain as comforting as you could. “You just need more time.”

“Oh yeah, how much more time?” he shouted. “Because, to be honest, I’m pretty fucking tired of this.”

He ran his hands through his hair. You didn’t know what to do. You knew how to comfort Spencer when he was sad but you’d never seen him this angry before.

“How come everyone has been able to move on with their lives except me?” he asked.

“I don’t know, Spencer,” you answered honestly. “You’re just more sensitive than everyone else.”

“Sensitive?” he yelled, his voice increasing in pitch the more he shouted. “No, I’m not sensitive, I’m weak. I’m just weak.”

You stepped closer to him and placed your hand on his arm.

“No, Spence, you’re not weak. You’re just a normal human being who’s experiencing grief because your friend just died. You’re normal, Spence, not weak.”

“Well, if I’m not weak then explain to me why I bought this before I came over here?” Spencer said, his voice cracking as he reached into his pocket and pulled out a tiny bottle.

And suddenly everything made sense. The reason he didn’t want you taking his coat. The reason he was so angry. Hidden in his pocket was a bottle of the drug that he had worked so hard to recover from, and he was craving a fix.

You inhaled sharply in shock, but you couldn’t get a word in before Spencer started rambling.

“I tried for so long to resist the urge,” he explained, his voice still raised higher than necessary. “I told myself I couldn’t go through that again. But as time went on and I still wasn’t over it, it got harder and harder.”

You stared at the bottle and needle in Spencer’s shaking hand and tried to interrupt him.

“Spencer have you-,” you attempted, but he interjected.

“So, you see, I am weak, because I bet none of you the rest of you needed drugs to get over your grief.”

“Spencer!” you shouted, finally grabbing his attention. He looked down at your concerned face.

“Spencer, have you taken any?” you asked quietly.

“No,” he murmured.

You sighed in relief and you saw the anger dissipate from Spencer’s eyes. But that anger was only replaced by more sadness.

“I thought about it. That’s why I bought it. But as soon as I did I realised I needed help and you were the first person I thought of. That’s how I ended up here.”

“And I’m really happy you came,” you said, holding out your hand. “Now, I want you to give me the bottle and the needle, Spencer.”

He hesitated, pulling his hand away from you. You looked up at him expectantly.

“Please give them to me, Spencer.”

You could see the pain in his eyes as he decided to place the Dilaudid in your hand.

“Thank you,” he said, relieved that you had taken away his weakness. But there was also a part of him that wanted to grab the drugs from you and run out the door. He stayed put though, watching as you poured the drug down the sink and threw the needle in the trash.

“There you go,” you said, returning to him and pulling him close to you. “It’s gone now.”

“I’m sorry,” he sighed, melting into your embrace.

“You have nothing to be sorry for,” you said, pulling his head down and leaning your forehead against his. He sniffed and you wiped a tear from his cheek.

“Do you need to go to a meeting,” you asked.

“I’d rather just stay here,” Spencer whispered.

You smiled at him sympathetically and led him back over to the couch. He sat down beside you and rested his head on your shoulder. You turned your face and planted a kiss in his hair.

“Do you wanna talk about it?” you mumbled into his hair.

Spencer sighed heavily before answering.

“I get these cravings all the time, you know. But recently they’ve gotten worse, and today I just couldn’t bear it anymore.”

“That’s understandable,” you reassure him. “With everything that’s happened lately you’re allowed to struggle. And I’m so glad you came to me instead of using. That just shows you how much you’ve recovered.”

“Yeah, but I still want it,” Spencer sighed, covering his face with his hands.

“That craving’s always going to be there,” you told him. “You just need to find a way to satisfy it with other things.”

You swiftly rose from the couch and headed towards your kitchen. Spencer’s eyes followed you with curiosity. You opened the fridge and lifted out a white box.

“Why don’t we try this?” you smiled, sitting back down on the couch and opening the box.

Spencer laughed when he saw what was inside. Chocolate sprinkle donuts.

“These are my favourite,” he chuckled.

“I know,” you replied. “And I know these can’t even begin to fulfil your cravings, but maybe they can distract you for a little while.”

“It’s perfect,” he said, biting into one of the chocolate covered treats. “You know, Emily used to buy these for me all the time. She said she was trying to put some meat on my bones.”

Spencer smiled, a genuine smile. Your heart melted at the sight.

“I think that’s the first time you’ve smiled when someone’s mentioned Emily since she died,” you pointed out, your eyes tearing up at his happiness.

“I think you’re right,” Spencer said, taking another bite. “I think I’ve been focussing on the sad memories for too long. I need to think of her as the funny, smart, amazing agent that she was, not some cold body in a coffin.”

“That’s more like it,” you beamed. “That’s the Spencer Reid I know.”

You knew Spencer still wasn’t completely over his grief. But at least in that moment he was happy. The journey to recovery wasn’t over. He’d still have the urge to start using again. He’d still spend nights crying himself to sleep. He’d still have bad days. But at least there were times like these when all those negative feelings seemed to go away. And at least you were there with him, making everything just a little bit sweeter.

[whats-her-quirk]

Secret Oath Chapter 6

last || m.list

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marco bott x fem!reader

18+ mdni

word count: 3.5k

chapter warnings: sex talk, smooching, swimming, dick insecurity

a/n: attempting to post this on my iPad was a mistake but I just couldn’t wait.

♪ washing machine heart by mitski

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You feel like you have a secret. The feeling of Marco’s lips burns on your own, so vibrant you wonder if people can see it on your face. If that’s not obvious, Marco holds your hand all the way back to the cabin that night. You part at the door with one last kiss, his palm resting warmly on the side of your neck. You don’t know if anyone sees. You don’t know if you care.

When you step inside the cabin, bodies scramble away from the window in a ruckus. Hitch dives for her bunk while Ymir and Historia flop onto the floor, as if they had already been lying there. Mikasa doesn’t move; she’s writing in a journal on the other side of the room.

Your face heats, but you try not to let it show. “Lurkers.”

Ymir and Historia explode into a fit of giggles while Hitch flings herself at you, squealing. “You did it!”

You’re quick to shush them. Even if it’s not a secret, you don’t want to embarrass Marco if the boys hear everyone screaming about him through the wall.

Hitch takes your cheeks in her hands, practically touching her nose to yours as she stares into your eyes. “Tell me everything.”

You’re somewhere between giddy and embarrassed, still trying to wrap your brain around it. “We just kissed, that’s all.”

Hitch claps her hands. “Details, details! Was it everything you dreamed it would be?”

You bite your lip to hide your smile. “Yeah.” You can’t even lie.

Historia squeals and slaps Ymir eagerly on the arm.

“Ok, ok, ok, chill. I’m excited too but oh my god,” you shush again.

“You are IN, baby!” says Hitch.

“We’ll see.”

“You WILL deflower him, or so help me god–”

“YMIR!”

But you hope she’s right. You really hope she’s right.

In an effort to keep your cool, you start digging around in your suitcase for pajamas. “So Hitch. Any updates on Erwin?”

She pouts. “No. I’m not getting anywhere with him.”

Mikasa shuts her journal. “Oh, Erwin? He’s dating Levi.”

Everyone freezes, staring at her. “...What?”

“Who the fuck is Levi?” Ymir demands.

“Levi,” Mikasa says, like it’s obvious. “The groundskeeper. The short one.”

He must be the one who found Zofia’s sunglasses. “I had no idea who he was.”

“Kenny is my dad’s cousin. Levi is his nephew,” she explains. “But yes. He’s also Erwin’s boyfriend. Don’t tell anyone about it though, Levi is super private.”

“He just appears out of nowhere sometimes. I was starting to think he was a ghost or something,” says Historia.

Hitch hops happily into her bunk. “Well. Good for them. And good to know I’m not losing my touch.”

-

Even though you really want to, you don’t kiss Marco again in the morning. You settle for a lingering brush of your hands when he brings you another cup of coffee at breakfast. There’s so much warmth in the way he looks at you, but something’s off. He’s jittery, more nervous than the night before.

Keeping your voice low, you lean over and ask, close to his ear, “You want to talk later?”

He clears his throat. “Yeah, that would be good.”

You don’t want to scare him, and you’re not trying to rush, but, “Are you ok?”

Under the table, his hand skims your thigh before pulling back. “Yes. I just… Yeah. We should talk.”

“Ok. Meet me during free time?”

“For sure.”

You don’t think Marco would lie to you. Even though you do your best to take him at face value, you can’t help but worry something’s wrong. When you part for group activities, he brushes a few strands of hair from the back of your neck lightly with his fingertips, like he wants to touch you but he’s afraid. It’s reassuring, but a knot settles in your stomach as you lead your campers to music class.

In the lodge, where Nifa teaches her sessions, she carries around a box of small instruments and noisemakers: maracas, kazoos, sandpaper blocks to rub and clap together. No matter how many times you tell 20 kids to wait until they’re told to play, the temptation is too great. They can’t manage to be quiet while she gives directions.

Jean retrieves his acoustic guitar from the cabin to play along, and you tap on a mini tambourine while Nifa teaches some basic rhythms to fit the songs the kids already know. When the campers reach the limit of their ability to pay attention, Jean offers to take some song requests so everyone can have a little break.

The kids ask for a little bit of everything, from Queen to Post Malone. Zofia requests “the washing machine song” by Mitski, which she claims she heard about from her big sister. You help Jean lead a couple songs before handing the reins back over to Nifa.

To give your ears a rest, the two of you settle onto one of the couches in the corner. Jean strums absentmindedly on his guitar while you fold your legs under you and lean back against the arm of the couch. “Play Wonderwall,” you tease after a short pause.

He snorts but plucks the chord progression quietly anyway, maybe just to prove that (of course) he can. “You doin’ ok today?”

You narrow your eyes at him. “Why?”

“You’re wringing your hands a lot,” he shrugs. “Usually a sign that something’s bothering you. Just thought I’d ask.”

“How much do you know?”

Jean doesn’t look up from his guitar. “All of it, I think.”

If Marco told anyone what happened, you suspected it would have been Jean. “I’m fine, but it doesn’t seem like he is. Do you know if there’s anything I did–”

“He is absolutely crazy about you, first of all.” Jean doesn’t hesitate, his hands still moving over the guitar strings. “He’s nervous about being able to… please you. Since he doesn’t have much experience.”

“Please me?”

Jean lowers his voice to a mumble. “He’s scared he’s going to be bad at sex.”

“Oh my god. Did he ask you for tips?” You can’t help but tease. It’s an impulse.

Jean shushes you. “It was more like, he knows that you and I used to… so he came to me all freaked out that I was going to be mad if you two got together.”

“And you told him…?”

“That we’re just friends, obviously. And that he doesn’t need my blessing, or whatever.” Jean sighs. “I tried to tell him not to worry, but he won’t relax until he hears it from you.”

“I mean, of course I’m gonna tell him the same thing. Even if he doesn’t want to–”

Jean cuts you off again. “Oh, he wants to.”

Your heart rushes. The anticipation may actually kill you. “Thank you for talking to him. I hope it hasn’t been too awkward.”

Jean rolls his eyes, overdramatic. “How could I not be happy about two of my best friends dating each other.” It’s not a question. “Meanwhile, I’m just a perpetual third wheel.”

You nudge him with your foot. “Come on, it’s not like that.”

He mutes the guitar with his palm. “Last night, I caught Eren and Mikasa fucking in a canoe.”

You slap a hand over your mouth, muffling the strangled, dying animal sound that escapes anyway. “I knew it,” you whisper-scream. “I KNEW it!”

Jean stares at you, deadpan.

You tilt your head, pitying. “I’m sorry. I know you were really hoping–”

“It’s fine. She’s not into me. I’ll get over it. I accept that I’m having a celibate summer.”

“Maybe Pock and Reiner would let you–”

“What, watch?”

“I wasn’t going to say that.”

“I’d rather third wheel Jaeger than witness Reiner finding himself, thanks.”

“You don’t mean that.”

Jean chokes on a laugh. “You’re right, what am I saying?”

-

The afternoon sun is sweltering, the air humid and sticky after a brief rain shower during lunch. It’s too hot to sit in the cabin, even with the fans on, but the air conditioning of the mess hall is far too public for the conversation you’re about to have. Instead, you and Marco claim a porch swing on the upper deck of the lodge, nestled in the far corner where nobody can sneak up on you.

Marco’s long legs reach the floor, and he uses them to rock the swing slowly back and forth. He reaches over for your hand, wrapping his own around it in your lap. You stroke the back of his knuckles while you talk, marveling at how comfortable it is to touch him. It’s like you’ve known him forever, even though it’s only been a couple weeks.

While you could just sit there with him for hours, you know you only have so much time. “I want to be abundantly clear,” you begin. “I really like you. I have for a while.”

Marco exhales. “Doesn’t it bother you that I’ve never dated anyone before? Or that I’ve never slept with anyone?”

“Not at all. I like every part of you, Marco.” You give his hand a squeeze, feeling a little bashful, but you know this is a conversation you need to have. “In fact, I kind of think it’s sort of hot.”

Marco laughs before he can stop himself. He turns to you, face reddening. “You’re serious?”

You nudge his side with your shoulder. “Yes. I mean, I would still like you even if that weren’t the case. But yeah. You’re sweet, you’re funny, you’re hot.”

“Nobody has ever called me hot before.”

“Now that’s hard to believe. And I’ve thought about it a lot. And… things I want to do with you.”

“No way it’s as much as I’ve thought about you.” He plays with your hands, rubbing your thumb with his own.

You cuddle a little closer, your hip touching his. “But hey. I think it would be good for us to talk about it a little first.” Something occurs to you for the first time. “Was last night your first kiss?”

“No,” Marco chuckles. “There were a few girls in high school, not girlfriends, but I don’t know. Crushes, I guess. I made out with my senior prom date.” Marco glances over your head before he continues.

“She asked me to touch her boobs, so I did. But I basically stopped her when she started trying to unzip my pants. We were at an after-party, behind someone’s barn, and I was scared of getting caught.”

“Nothing wrong with that,” you agree. “Is that the farthest you’ve gone?”

Marco clears his throat. “There was this girl freshman year, Rico. We’d taken a lot of AP classes together, but then she went to a different college. She got in touch when she was in town visiting once, so we went out for dinner and then back to my dorm. We kissed a lot, and she got naked in my bed, but uh.”

You try to help. “But you didn’t go all the way?”

“Yeah.” He goes quiet, gently rocking the swing back and forth with his heels.

“Did something happen?”

He clears his throat again. “It’s embarrassing.”

Your head falls against his shoulder. “I won’t make you tell me, but if there’s something I can do to make sure the same thing doesn’t happen with us—”

“My dick scared her away.”

“You... What?”

Marco sighs. “I got hard, and she got me out of my pants, but when she saw my dick, she changed her mind.”

Your brain short circuits. What could possibly—

“Not anything like… She said it was too big. And I know how that sounds, but I felt like a freak. She just got dressed and left. I don’t blame her or anything. But yeah.”

You squeeze his hand. “That must have been really tough, I’m sorry. But you know, also, some people don’t mind that. Plenty of people like it, actually.”

“So I’ve been led to believe,” Marco chuckles awkwardly. “But the evidence to the contrary… it was hard for me to get over for a long time.”

“I get it. We all have our things. But thank you for telling me. For the record,” you click your tongue. “I am very much ok with that.”

Marco’s cheeks turn an even warmer shade of red.

“Would it make you feel better to know how many guys I’ve been with?”

“Yes,” Marco answers immediately. So he’s definitely been preoccupied.

“Four.” It doesn’t bother you to tell him. And it’s only fair, considering how open he was with you too. 

“The first was this guy, Eld, that I met at a frat party the first week of my freshman year. I was very much exploring all my newfound freedom then. We hooked up a couple times, but it just kind of fizzled out after that.”

“Then there was this guy I worked with at the library. We dated for a while, but the breakup was bad.” You can chuckle about it now, looking back, but, “I had to transfer my work-study to the admissions department to get away from him.”

“Sorry. You’re ok?” Marco asks.

“Yep, it’s fine. Haven’t heard from him in ages.”

“That’s good,” Marco agrees. “And you and Jean?” he asks cautiously.

“Yeah, last summer. But you know we’re just friends now, right?”

Marco sweeps his thumb back and forth across your hand. “Yeah.”

Before he can get too in his head about it, you continue. “And I’ve never told anyone this. But the fourth guy was Moblit.”

Marco’s jaw drops before he can catch it. “Wait, really?”

You nod. “Don’t tell, especially not Hitch, or else everyone will know within minutes,” you laugh. “He doesn’t want people bugging him about it, and I can’t blame him. But yeah, we used to hook up in the chapel.” Secluded in the woods, the chapel is off one of the hiking trails and apparently used by some church camps here during the year. Somehow, nobody ever found out, but you want Marco to know everything.

You tell him how despite his general demeanor, you’d made quick friends with Moblit last summer, and inevitably, the two of you became closer and closer until the tension burst. You could match his sarcasm, and he started giving you rides in the staff golf cart whenever you crossed paths. Those turned into little joyrides late at night, when the campers were asleep and you weaseled out of card games or ghost stories with your friends.

The night you ended up at the chapel, you sat together for hours by torchlight just talking. Things got a little deep—he was hung up on Hange, who was either too oblivious to notice or knew everything and just wanted to make him squirm. Meanwhile, you were becoming aware that Jean was much more in love with you than you were with him. After baring your hearts to one another, it was easy to let him pull you into his lap and get some frustration out of your systems.

Moblit made it very clear: you were just friends with some very satisfying physical benefits, and you were fine with that. There was perhaps a second in time where you thought it was a shame—he was the best you’d ever had, every time—but it was also clear that the two of you weren’t truly compatible. You couldn’t date him; you liked picking on him too much.

For a few seconds, Marco is quiet. Just as you start to worry, a smirk pulls at his lips. “Ok, now that’s pretty hot. And impressively mature. But the secret is safe with me.”

“Good, it better be. Or else Mobs would kill me and you’d never find my body.”

“Understood. Speaking of, I saw Hitch heading down the trail with Zeke today. Do you think—?”

“Yes. I think it’s exactly what it looks like.” Erwin is taken, and she’s found her next mark.

Marco’s brows arch. “You don’t say?”

You give him a nudge. “Ok, Gossip Girl. I thought we were here to talk about us.”

“You’re right, sorry, sorry.”

“It’s fine.” You curl your hand into his shirt, wanting to be as close to him as you practically can be. Though you feel you’ve pretty much covered everything, you still have to ask, “So if you’re feeling a little better, and you want to find some time together, I also want… that. You.”

Marco inhales so hard, he coughs. “Um. Yeah. I do. But I know we should be kind of strategic about where and when. And I’m not going to lie, I’m really nervous. I might need you to… teach me.”

Your stomach flutters. “I don’t think you understand how hot that is,” you whisper.

“I really don’t. But I guess if it’s working…” Marco lets go of your hand to rub the back of his neck.

You press a kiss to his burning cheek. “Maybe tomorrow. Just give me a little time to arrange some stuff.” You have an idea, and someone claiming to be your wingwoman who better be ready to make good on her word.

Some kids race by on the lower deck, their feet pounding the old wooden boards. Gabi chases Falco out to the tetherball court, shouting after him about how she’s going to win every match.

You clear your throat. “One more thing. You did buy the condoms, right?”

“Yeah.”

“Ok, good,” you sigh. “I really didn’t want to go ask Bert for some.”

Marco sputters a laugh. “I think that would honestly be worse for him that it would be for you.”

You double over into Marco’s lap, both of you giggling, happy, clinging to each other, not wanting to let go.

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There‘s a nearly full moon hanging in the sky, and the air is balmy and warm, even for after sunset. On top of that, the Galliards have been talked into sticking around for the night. Everything quickly falls into place for a night swim—the first of the season.

After the evening campfire, all the campers are sent to bed, and the rest of you rush back to your cabins to change. Towels in hand, you all tromp down to the lake to splash under the stars.

Marcel leads the way. “Listen, I know you’re not kids, but don’t go in far enough that the water is over your heads. There’s not enough light down here, and you have to be careful.”

Ymir gives a salute. “Got it, dad.”

“Could you not?”

And they’re bickering again.

As you near the shore, you just barely notice some silhouettes in the water. Two people, you think, too big to be campers, one particularly tall. Miche and Zeke are with you, which leaves—

You gasp and grab Hitch by the wrist. “Look.” She slaps a hand over her mouth to keep from shrieking.

Against his word, Erwin is in the lake up to his waist, where Levi is wrapped around him, arms thrown over his shoulders as they wade together. 

Miche whistles, and they snap apart, both darting for shore on the far side of the dock.

You smack his arm with the back of your hand. “Why are you the way that you are?” 

He blows air through his lips. “Psh. They’re fine. And trust me, they’re not good at keeping their own secret anyway. Just the other day I went out to the shed for a broom, and they were—“

“Spare me,” Zeke says before letting his palm fall to the small of Hitch’s back.

Miche gives him a glare that makes you wonder why it’s warranted.

As soon as your toes dip into the lake, you can understand what drew Levi and Erwin here for some alone time. The water seems to sparkle, the way it reflects the stars out here, the sky ironically bright in the relative darkness of the mountainside. Even with chatter and splashing all around you, it’s easy to feel alone but peaceful.

A light wind blows ripples across the water, but mostly, it’s all still. You glance behind you—Mikasa sits with Eren at the shoreline, only their legs in the water. Zeke carries Hitch on his back, her feet kicking in delight. Reiner and Porco see who can hold a handstand the longest before playing with each other’s hands while Ymir and Historia assume basically the same position Erwin and Levi had been in.

Now that you think about it, that didn’t sound like such a bad idea.

Marco was never more than a breath away. You’ve walked out about as far as you could go with your neck still above water, while he’s only chest deep. He bends a bit at the knees, reaching for you. You paste yourself to his side, wrapping your legs around the notch in his hip where you fit perfectly. Subtly, he brushes a kiss behind your ear. Once again, if anyone is watching, you don’t really care.

Your body aches for him, but you’ll have to wait just a little longer. For tonight, though, this is enough. In fact, it’s perfect.

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[lillylvjy]

i want to (fall into you)

a/n: hello! This is the hs au fic I wrote last night and totally forgot to post earlier today- sorry!! But it’s here and it’s- decent. The ending is kinda bad but I don’t want to change it so- sorry?! But yeah! Enjoy!

P.s this is kinda based off of a project I did in hs so- FUN!

hs! Wilbur x male!reader (bare with me- it’s my first time)

Warnings// kissing, like a lot. neck kisses, stimming, cuddles, one sexual innuendo (it’s barely anything.), reader overthinking, reader gets flustered sometimes, reader has a sister, reader and wil are both autistic, tooth-rotting fluff, and if I missed anything, please tell me!!!

wc: 2.6k

very much dedicated to my lovely brother @mysticalsoot , go check him out- he’s cool ig /j/aff

“Ok so, what do I have to do?” Wil asked as he sat on your bed.

Early in the day, you asked Wilbur to help you with your film project. He immediately agreed, stating, “what kind of partner would I be if I didn’t help my boyfriend out?”. Which led you here. In your bedroom, placing your bags by your desk and flopping down on your bed next to him.

“Nothing. All you have to do is sit there and be pretty.” You smiled up at the boy as he rolled his eyes and smirked at you.

“Aren’t I always pretty?” He climbed on the bed and leaned over top of you. Smiling up at him, you placed your hands on his jaw and rub his cheeks.

“Always darling. Always.” You smiled up at him as you pulled him down to your lips. Once his soft lips met yours, molding together, Wil placed his hand on your neck, cupping and rubbing your pulse point. Moving in sync, slow and deep, not wanting this moment to end. Wil deepened the kiss as he shifted to be fully on top of you, in between your legs. Placing his hands on your waist and squeezing the soft skin that lie there, always reminding you of how much he loved every part of you, even if you didn’t.

Before anything could advance, you pulled away from his lips, placing your forehead on his. Opening your eyes, you found Wil looking at with a pout on his lips. You smiled up at him as you scoffed, finding it funny how he always had to be kissing you in some way shape or form. Pecking his pout, you pushed him off of you as you got up and walked over to your bag. Pulling out your computer, you hopped back on the bed, infront of where Wilbur was lying.

“Come. I have to show you something.” You said, smiling eagerly at him as your computer started up. Logging in, you felt the bed behind you dip and legs come out to the sides of you. Feeling arms wrap around your waist, pulling you back so your back met his chest. You squeaked as you quickly grabbed your computer and placed it on your lap.

“There. Now I’m ready. Also, did you just invite me over to make out with me and watch movies all night?” Wil whispered into your neck as he hid his face, pecking the skin as he did.

Biting your lip to hide your smile, you turned your head to look at him. “Would that be so bad?” You furrowed your eyes at him as you grinned at him.

“Hmm, no. It actually sounds lovely.” He smiled at you as you smiled back at him, resting your forehead on his for a split second than turning your head back to open up the video you were looking for as Wilbur continued to leave small kisses on your neck and shoulders.

“Ahah! Here we are. Now, there are some rules!” You told your boyfriend sternly as you placed your hands on his thighs as you leaned back. “1.) no whining or complaining at me. 2.)-“ you thought for a second before you nodding and continued. “be respectful of this beautiful art piece I made, ok?! Two simple rules!”

“Yes sir.” Wilbur softly said in your ear, knowing the effect that word had on you.

Blushing, you slapped his hands that’s were rubbing your torso. “Shush. You didn’t have to say that.” You say as your relax back into his arms. “Ready?”

“As I’ll ever be.”

As you press play, the beginning started. It was a black screen that cut to you fumbling with the camera. Wilbur immediately laughed at you as you rolled your eyes, smiling at his high pitched laugh.

Once you finally got it to stay up, you started the intro.

‘Hi. I’m Y/n, and this is my project. I know you said to create a film with someone you love dearly and have them talk about themselves, but knowing my person, he would just start rambling on and on about complete nonsense and somehow get me roped into it- it would just be, a lot. Yeah. A lot. So, here’s me talking about my someone I love very dearly. My boyfriend, Wilbur.’

As the video cut back to a black screen, you felt Wilbur take a deep breathe in and hold it. You grabbed his hand the was holding your waist, and interlocked them, giving it a squeeze before it continued.

The screen cuts again but this time to a video of Wil playing guitar. It was film on an older camera that you would find in your parents attic when you’re an adult, but it seemed perfect to you. Just like him.

“You took videos of me?!” Wil gasped out as you laughed.

“Maybe, now shhh! It’s about to begin.” You quickly squeeze his hand again as you start talking again.

‘Now that very handsome person right there is my boyfriend Wilbur. You also may know him as the lead trumpet in the marching band, the student body president or maybe the weird theatre kid. Either way, he’s pretty well known. Now what everyone knows about him is that he’s confident, funny, caring, creative and super smart. But I know and see things people don’t. And I want to share some with you.’

The video cuts again to Wilbur dancing around the kitchen with you, his playlist playing over the speaker as you both scream the lyrics and laugh with each other, the video taken by your sister.

‘Wil is a ball of love of energy. He’s the sun and moon if they were a person. He can be everywhere all at once, so full of joy and laughter and happiness, and the next second he can be calm and caring and sweet.’

The scene cuts again to another video of Wil hunched over his guitar, writing and erasing notes and lyrics down as he goes.

‘Wil is creative. Everyone can see that. When he gets an idea, it’s like there’s an invisible lightbulb that flickers on above his head and he’s racing to write it down or say it. And once he finally can say it, he doesn’t stop and he is super determined to make that thing happen to the best of its ability. I’d admire that a lot about him.’

The screen cuts yet again to a video of Wil reading ‘All along the Western Front.’

‘Now. He always says he doesn’t like reading. He hates it. But, once he sees a book with a good amount of history, American history to be exact, he’s all over. Wanting to read it and finish it all in one day. Taking in as much information as his big brain has. Oh! Also, if I ever mention my favorite books to him, he will go out of his way to rent that book and read so we can talk about it together. Whether he likes it or not.’

You smiled at the screen when it showed Wilbur’s nose scrunching up at something that was in the book.

“You look cute.” You whispered to him.

“Oh shut it.” You smile as the screen cuts yet again to a video you completely forgot you added. It was a video of Wilbur playing with your hands and swinging them back and forth while his head was in your lap.

‘Now Wil gets really excited sometimes. And sometimes he stims. A lot. But, I’m happy he feels comfortable to do it around me. Makes me feel at bubbly inside. Makes me stim too.’

Wil chuckles at that as he pulls you closer to him.

‘He also really likes to nuzzle. Anywhere he can find access too. Neck, arm, hair, shoulder, stomach, literally anywhere he desires. And he demands head rubs. It’s a must in his book.’

As the next clip cut to Wilbur pacing around the room, talking with his hands and smiling from ear to ear, you felt him nuzzles into your neck and give your ear a little kiss.

‘Wilbur loves to talk. And I love listening to him. And sometimes he’ll talk about the most random thing! Like the government, or food, or a movie he watched the other day, or how some people in the student body won’t listen to their presidents opinions. Spoiled bastard. But, I love him for it. And sometimes when he needs a break from walking and just needs to stand up for a couple minutes, he will put his leg up and stand like a flamingo. I don’t know how he has that balance but, he looks funny when he does it. Always makes me smile.’

The screen cut to Wil smiling at the camera as he looked at it. He starts to talk, but the audio is muted to what he’s saying.

‘Wil is an extraordinary person, yea. But he’s also human. And he has he ‘flaws’ people might say, but I think it’s what makes him perfect. When he’s sad, he shuts people out and bottles up his feelings. Doesn’t talk. Sticks with simple answers or hums. And it’s good enough in that moment. When he’s alone it all comes flowing out of him like a dam being broken. And it hurts me to know he does that still sometimes, but he’s gotten better about voicing his emotions. At least to me he has.’

The next clip is Wilbur making silly faces to the camera. You giggled at the screen as you held Wil’s hand tightly.

‘When he’s happy and energetic, he’s bouncy and smiley and bubbly. He’s super talkative and he moves around more. Like he’s trying to get the energy out as much as he can. He makes jokes a lot more, laughs a lot more at the simplest things. Does the goofiest shit ever. Pardon my language but it’s true! Just from one of his smiles, you can just tell how happy he is. He’s basically the sun in human form.’

You smile fondly at the screen as it cuts to you and Wil slow dancing in your room. The camera rolling and none of you noticing it. You forgot to turn it off, but you’re secretly glad you didn’t. You felt Wil smile against your neck as the clip started, rubbing your hand as he hummed a random tune to accompany the dancing.

‘Wil is many things. Most important, a human being. He gets mad, sad, happy, hurt, overwhelmed, underwhelmed, etcetera. But, that’s what I love about him. He’s human. He loves life and doesn’t let any of those thing stop him from enjoying anything. He loves like it’s the last thing he’ll ever do. He cares for the people around him. He has goals and desires in life. He sets boundaries when he need too. And he’s a damn good guitar player.’

The last clip of the video was of Wil and you. Sitting on your bed and smiling deeply at each other. Two fools deeply in love with each other.

‘Wil is an amazing person. And it’s clear as day. At least it is to me and I hope it is to you. And I love him. With all my heart. Always will. Also look at his little smile-‘

Wil let out a laugh as the clip cut and went back to your face cam.

‘So that has been my presentation! Sorry if it was everywhere but, so is Wil. And it fits him perfectly. I hope you enjoyed me ranting about this silly guy. Bye.’

The video finally cut to black screen as a play button showed up in the middle, telling the couple it was done.

You smiled at the screen as it finished, happy with the work you did. Loving the videos and how you edited it. But you also had a hint of nervousness flash over your expression.

‘What was Wil going to think? Does he think it’s weird? Endearing? Will it upset him I did this without his permission?! I just wanted to do something ni-‘

“Darling? You with me? You got caught up in there again.” Wilbur whispered to you as he held you tightly against his chest. You nuzzled into him as you sighed and nodded.

“Yeah I know. I just- what did you think?” You ask nervously as you feared his answer slightly.

Wilbur could sense your anxiousness as your body tensed up and your heart beat got quicker. He quickly squeezed your hand a couple of times and kissed your cheek, signaling to you that he’s not mad, quite the opposite actually.

“I loved it. Almost made me cry in all honesty. I didn’t know you thought about me like that.” Wil smiled at you as your turned your head, looking at him with furrowed eyebrows.

“I tell you all the time! It’s like my 2nd favorite thing to do.” You smile at him as you place your hand behind his neck and play with the hair at the nape.

“Oh? Second favorite thing? What’s the first?” Wil smirks as he leans in closer to you, forehead connections with yours.

You roll your eyes and giggle at him. “My first favorite thing is to hang out with my awesome sister.”

Wil leans away from you, fauxing a hurt expression. “Ok wow. I see how it is.” He sasses at you as you laugh at his tone. His lips crack a small smile as you heard your laugh, loving the way it sounded.

“Sorry but siblings come first.” You took his face in your hands and squeezed. “You know that, you little chipmunk.” You said as your gently shook his head. Bringing your hands down to his neck, you ran your fingers through his hair. Humming in delight, Wil closed his eyes and leaned into your hands.

“I love you.” He whispers as he opens his eyes and gives you a dopey smile.

You bring your hands back down to his cheeks and look deeply into his eyes. “And I love you.”

Wilbur leaned in slowly, pecking your forehead, then your nose, next your cheeks, your chin, and finally your lips. Soft and passionate, the kiss lasted longer than it probably should have but, the moment was too good to break it so fast. You both poured as much love and care into that one kiss to show just how much you both were in this for the long run. And that you’ll always have each other.

Slowly pulling away from the kiss, you scrunched your nose at him and smiled. Turning back around to your computer, you opened a new tab to Netflix as Wil moves from underneath you and lied down beside you. Getting the hint at what he wanted, you lord down next to him on your side, placing the computer in front of you as Wil wrapped his arms around you.

“What movie?” You asked your boyfriend that snuggled into your back, liking your warmth.

“Hmm… Don’t look up.” Wil mumbled out as he rest his head on your in your neck yet again.

You let out a breathy laugh as you searched the movie and got it ready to play. “Ready bubs?”

Once you felt him tap your hand twice, you started the movie.

“Thank you. For making your project over me. Means a lot.” Wil’s words were slightly slurred as sleep took over his body.

Smiling at his words, you lifted his hand up to your lips and kissed his knuckle, feeling him smile against your neck.

“Always my love. Now get some sleep, pretty boy. You deserve it.” You felt Wil nuzzle deeper into your neck.

“Hmm, I love you.” Wil whispered slowly as his words slurred into one. His breathing slowed down, signaling to you that he was asleep.

“And I love you most, darling.” You whispered, slowly falling asleep as you slipped from consciousness, feeling his chest rise and fall against your back. Bringing a sense of calm over you as you fell asleep with the sweetest boy cuddles against you and a content smile on your face.

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[danikamariewrites]

Hi I love your writing and hope you’ll be in the mood to write this for me.

I have had a shitty work week, fight with parents, and customers mad at me left and right. I have felt like I’m not doing anything right. And to top it off I’m on my period so I’m stupid fucking horny. The scenario I’m requesting would basically be the reader having a tough week and she gets cranky with Az. Like bad attitude and bratty. Azriel recognizes that she just needs a good fuck and she’ll be fine. Please I’m begging on my hands and knees for this, I love your writing style.

I’ve Got You Baby

Azriel x reader

A/n: thanks anon! I’m sorry you had a bad week and I’m so sorry I’m writing this so late. But I hope you like this

Warnings: fingering and some fluff

Azriel had noticed hoe tense your shoulders are. How you’re holding on your stress in your back with your posture slipping from time to time. You had been snappy but apologetic about it. He knew work was stressing you out and you needed a release.

It was late and you needed to go to bed. Azriel knocked on your open office door. You were hunched over your desk, scrawling like crazy on a piece of paper. Your lips pressed into a thin line and your brow furrowed. “Hey baby, why don’t you come to bed with me?”

“Hhmm, oh yeah in a minute.” You say absentmindedly, not looking up from your work. Azriel silently made his way over to your desk. He snatched your pen from your hand. “Hey! I was almost done!” You snap at him.

Az holds the pen out of reach and clicks his tongue at you. “Nope. You’re done for the night. Let’s go baby.” You quickly stand grabbing for it but you’re too slow for the Illyrian warrior.

Azriel grabbed your wrist, twisting your arm behind your back and pulling you to his chest. You squirmed in his hold until you were too tired. You hung your head in defeat. “Fine. Your right.” He let go of your arm moving his hands to hold your hips.

His thumbs traced small circles on your exposed skin. His head resting against your face, his lips caressing your pointed ear. “You’ve been in a way all week baby. Do you want me to help you relax?” A small moan sounds from your throat and your tilt your head back against his chest.

“Please Az, I need you.” His fingers play with the waist band of your leggings. Az dips his hand into your panties and presses on your clit. You slightly buck your hips against him, begging for more. He slowly inches his fingers down to your entrance, playing with your folds.

You tense up a little as you wait for him sink his fingers in your pussy. Azriel rubs circles on your tummy shushing you. “Relax my little love. I got you, it’s ok.” You melt against him letting his words settle over you. He’s right. You don’t have to think when you’re in his hands. You just have to enjoy the pleasure he’s giving you.

You grip his arm tight as you feel a rush of wetness as his shadows twirl around you touching your most sensitive spots. Azriel licks up the side of your neck as he spreads your wetness around. He rubs small circles on your clit faster and faster.

He stops and collects more of your arousal, pumping his fingers in and out of you. He goes back to your clit rubbing hard and harder. Loud moans escape your lips along with swears and shouts of Azriel’s name.

You come with a cry and Azriel coaxes you through your high. “Good girl coming for me. There you go baby, take what you need love.” You go limp in his arms. Your breathing is heavy and you grab any part of Azriel you can reach.

Azriel lifts you into his arms, “Better?” You nod and let out a satisfied hum. “Want round two when we get to bed.” “Mother above, yes.”

[ramblingoak]

Satan’s Dick

This is for my favorite haunted painting and dear friend @kissingghouls .  I love you, I like you.  Thank you for always being there for me when I needed someone to yell at about life or cowboys or zombie!Terzo or whatever other random thing.  I hope you have an amazing weekend my friend, you deserve it 💙💙

Terzo x GN Reader (nsfw, 18+ only, mdni)

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“Penis?”

If he thought you were going to play this game with him right now he was sorely mistaken.  You kept your head down and continued to take notes from the conference call. 

“Member?”

He got too much enjoyment out of these games of his.  Just stupid, ridiculous childish games. Like you were both kids again, running through the abbey’s halls despite Primo shouting at you both to slow down. 

“Rod?”

Terzo was just so fucking stupid sometimes, when would he grow up?  You heard his chair creak, but didn’t give him the satisfaction of looking at him.  This call was important and taking notes so you could explain everything to Copia later was also important. It was just fucking impossible with Terzo acting like an idiot. 

“Manhood?”

You shushed him, quickly muttering an apology to Cardinal Alero when he asked if everything was ok. No, everything was not ok.  Your job in the satanic church was to babysit a former Anti-Pope that spent more time doing the coloring pages meant for the daycare than his actual fucking job. 

“Phallus?”

Lucifer, you regretted ever agreeing to be his assistant.  It never gave you a break from him. If you weren’t with him in his office you were doing errands for him. If there were none of those you were sent to meetings in his place. If there was a conference call instead of a meeting you were on the call while he messed around: 

“Dolcezza, have you seen my colored pencils?”  

“No, Papa. Now please, I’m on a call.”

Terzo had ignored your frantic whispering, continuing to open and slam closed every drawer in his desk while he looked. 

“Are you sure?  I left them out last night.”

That was true, he had left them out and that’s how they became locked in your desk this morning.  You turned and glared at him before whispering again.

“Yes, I’m sure.  Stop making so much noise.”

“I want to finish this picture but I need to give Satan a dick.”

Oh for fuck’s sake. 

“Papa, I am on a call!”

You muttered another apology to Alero and turned your chair so your back was to Terzo.

“Well that sounds boring.  Do you have any colored pencils?”

“No, I don’t have any damned colored pencils and you don’t need any!”

“But I need to give Satan a dick!”

You spun around in your chair and stood up, waving your phone angrily at him while he smirked.

“Stop saying dick!”

Cardinal Alero’s muffled voice called out and you hung your head.  Fuck.

“Sister?”  

“I’m sorry Cardinal Alero, please continue.”

You had sat back down in your chair while glaring daggers at Terzo, but he just rested his chin in his hand and gazed at you.

“I can’t say dick?”

Your mouthed ‘no’ just made his smirk grow and he had then begun asking about a very long list of other words besides dick while you tried to ignore him.

“Weiner?”

After this call was over you were just going to march down to Imperator’s office and demand a new job.  Terzo could find another assistant to drive insane, you’d rather disinfect the confessionals.  His chair creaked again and you heard his clothes rustle as he moved closer, but you turned your chair once more to avoid looking at him.

“Length?”

Another Cardinal had started to drone on, something about the library, but your attention was on Terzo.  Just like it always was and since he was a stupid, vain asshole that was exactly how he liked it.

“Shaft?”

His shadow had fallen over you, but you didn’t move.  You weren’t going to give in and give him the satisfaction of knowing he got under your skin.  Your teeth dug into your bottom lip when you felt his hands grip the back of your chair.

“Plunging love scepter?”

Fuck this.  You spun around, knocking him back a few steps and began to jab your phone into his chest.

“Papa, what the shit?!  I am on the fucking phone!  I am attending this stupid fucking call that you were supposed to be on!  I’ve had to listen to Alero bitch about Copia’s costumes for an hour and all you give a shit about are colored pencils?!  Grow the fuck up!”

Terzo’s eyes glanced down at the phone and you groaned when you realized what you had just shouted for every Cardinal on the call to hear.  You were about to apologize when Terzo took the phone out of your hand, hit the end button and tossed it onto your desk.  His hands came down onto the arms of your chair and he leaned forward so his lips were resting by your ear.

“Wanna fuck?”

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