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[hockeybabe]

Don’t Chirp My Girl | M. Knies

Pairings: Matthew Knies x gf!reader

Summary: Pastrnak say some not so great things about you to your boyfriend and your boyfriend isn’t having it.

Warnings: pastrnaks a dick, protective Knies, swearing, pure fluff, making out in a car, illusion to smut

Word count: 879

Note: saw this and was like yes sir 🫡

Out of all the people for Pastnak to go after he had chosen your boyfriend. The two of you had been dating for almost two years and you decided, as this being Matthew’s first full season, you’d go to as many games as you could. 

When they got into the playoffs, you made it your mission to be at every game. You were born and raised a hockey fan, knowing every single thing from wrongs to rights. And for the past two games, the leafs weren’t doing what they normally did. Auston wasn’t playing tonight, which meant Matthew would have more ice time.

That made you truly happy knowing you’d see your boyfriend more on the ice. As of now, it was the third period, and the game was still tied at 1-1. Things in the playoffs were another level. They were more intense, and the players weren’t having it with each other.

From the glass seat you were at, you could see Pastrnak staring right back at you with a creepy look on his face. The whistle blew and before you knew it; they were playing. Your thumbs twiddled with each other as you watched the two teams battle it out. 

Swayman was able to stop the puck before it reached the net, allowing the refs to stop play and just like always, Boston and Toronto were going at it. However, this time it was your boyfriend and Pastrnak. Pastrnak was pointing over at you while saying something, making Matthew lose his shit. 

You could barely make out the words Matthew was saying, but you could see him push Pastrnak before saying, “that’s what I thought.” You shivered slightly at the look on your boyfriend’s face as the game continued. He’d never looked so angry at someone’s words. 

It was common for chirping to go around in hockey, it what caused fights. But it was also wasn’t uncommon for rookies to have their loved one's being called out. 

As the game made its way to over time you sat at the edge of your seat watching as John skated fast to Swayman, attempting a shot, but it slid past him and two players, leaving the puck all by itself and an open net. You watched Matthew skate up to it, flicking the puck into the net, and the sirens blazed. 

You shot out of your seat banging on the glass and give high-fives to the little leaf fans around you as the Boston ones flipped you off and said random shit, making a smug smirk grace your lips. You had followed Steph through the crowd as you both made your way to the team's tunnel. 

You watched as Matthew came out of the change room first with a smug look. He was happy, but in his eyes he was clearly annoyed. You sigh knowing that it’d be a long drive home. He had greeted all the partners before parting ways with his team. “He’ll get over it.” Max said to you before you followed him to the parking lot. 

“So,” you started. “You gonna tell me what happened?” You asked, getting into the passenger seat. Matthew only bothered to give you a grunt as he continued to drive to the apartment. “Jesus Matthew! Are you really not gonna say shit?” You cried out as his silence drove you crazy.

Matthew’s grip on the steering wheel tightened as his knuckles turned white. You couldn’t lie, the sight turned you on, but he was mad and with mad came silence and built up emotion. “Matt, pull over.” You told him, sternly. Matthew looked over at you before pulling off to the side of the road. 

You unbuckled your seat belt, climbed over the console and sat yourself in Matt’s lap, your back resting on the wheel. You took Matt’s face into your hands, forcing him to look at you. “What’d he say?” You ask again. “I don’t wanna talk about it.” He grumbled. “So what, you’ll bubble this anger up till Thursday and then what? Take it out on the guy! It’s fucking hockey, baby! Shit happens.” You cried out, hoping to get your words through his thick skull. 

“He said you’d leave me for someone better in the end.” He mumbled, making your heart stop. “I pushed him and told his to not start and he thought wrong for trying me.” He said, snuggling his head into your neck and placing a kiss on your collarbone. “Well, who the hell would be someone better?” You asked, making his head perk up. 

“Cause I’ve got the best guy I’ve met in a while. And he makes my fucking world.” You said with a big smile, making him smirk. “Oh, really.” He whispered, pulling you closer. You were pulled up into his bulge, making you whimper, shutting your eyes slowly. “Yeah, he’s got this goofy, uh, smile and he, um, he wears the number 23.” You breath out as he placed wet kisses on your neck.

“The number he’s going to ruin me in.” You moan. Pressing your lips onto his. His hands ran up your back, pulling you closer than possible. Your lips meshed as his tongue explored your mouth. “Get in the back.” He said in a husky voice. 

[lvrhughes]

You Don't Care | A. Matthews

word count: 0.6k

pairing: Auston Matthews x gn!reader (??)

warnings: cursing, angst

summary: It was finally time to see how much Auston was ignoring you, time to leave.

requested: yes

not my gif!

“Aus?” The call ignored for the third time tonight, the  hundredth this week. “I’m going out.” Rolling your eyes at his ignorance, walking away. 

“Be safe!” He called when you were out of the room, shaking your head at his call. 

The rest of the night, spent with your friends, consisted of drinking away your ignorant boyfriend and dancing. The alcohol catching up to you fast, thinking about Auston shortly. Crying, wishing he cared, wishing he’d acknowledge you, sobbing til your friends brought you home.  

“Hey what happened?” the question falling off Auston’s lips only ten minutes after you had gotten back, wiping away smeared mascara when he saw. 

“Oh now you see?” “What does that mean?” “Aus I’ve been home for almost 20 minutes, you didn’t even hear me come in.” His mouth dropped, hearing what he’d done, quickly stuttering to recover.

“Well I’m sorry I don’t always hear the door.” He countered, earning a scoff from you. 

“Don’t always? You don’t even hear me anymore Auston!” He stood his ground at the words, challenging, you knew how it’d end. 

It was the end. 

“Well why should I listen? You’re always rambling on, complaining about work, complaining about this. I told you I make enough for the both of us, you don’t have to work!”

“You clearly don’t listen or know me anymore because if you did you’d know I love work, I don’t complain to you because I thought it annoy you, I don’t even tell you about my day anymore because I saw you stopped listening. Auston you don’t care!” 

“That’s not true.” His tone defensive, pushing. 

“Tell me one thing about me, where I work? Who's that one coworker I don't like?”

His movements, heavy, his hand running through his hair before sighing.

“Baby I love you, I just…” His words trailed off, no excuse. The tears falling again before you could stop them, muffling a sob with the sleeve of Auston’s sweater you had thrown on. “Baby, no” His arms were quick to wrap around you, earning more sobs. 

"I wish we never met. I wish we never met so I never would've fallen this hard for someone who doesn't care." The words more mumbled, but heard. You could almost feel the guilt and heartbreak radiating from him. 

“Don’t say that.” He sounded like he was going to cry now, making you look up to him.

“Why? It’s true, you don’t care and I think it’s time I leave, even if it kills me.” The truth out, the fact hitting you. It might kill you in the process, but you had to leave. 

“No, no, no, no baby please.” his words desperate pleas, dropping to his knees with tears streaming down his face. 

“Auston, we’re done, I’m leaving.” Trying to compose yourself enough to gather your things. “We’ll figure the rest out in the morning, I’m going over to my friends house for the night.” 

His body racking with sobs, not answering other than a simple nod. Staying on his knees while you gather some things, calling up your friend to come get you. Returning to Auston for a goodbye. 

“Goodbye Aus.” the words said with one last kiss, his lips chasing yours after. 

“If you ever come back, I’ll be better, I can be better, I’ll do everything for you. I promise” the promise more of a whisper, mumbled against your lips before you backed away and left.

[ifimdreaming]

Any chance you could write some fluff about taking care of Matthew Knies after his concussion?

blurb!

you're supposed to be resting

matthew knies x reader || fluff

summary: basically eaxctly was was requested, and matthew is very stubborn

author's note: im so sorry this took so long! ive been super busy lately

word count: 1k

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you didn't even have to open the front door before you could hear the sound of the tv playing, you knew matthew was watching the leafs play. Having supposed to be essentially on bed rest after his concussion, it infuriated you to know he wasn't taking it completely seriously.

You told him you werent coming over until later so you knew he wasnt expecting you, but you couldnt stand knowing he was home alone, probably not taking care of himself like he should be

You open the door and see matt click the tv off immediately. He looks over at you with a knowing look and you shake your head back at him. After closing the door behind you, you kick your shoes off and head to the kitchen to put away the food you bought for the weekend. 

“Hi baby, you're here early…” matthew says finally 

“What are you doing?” you ask, seeing as he is sitting on the couch with no tv on

“Im…uh” he starts, “don't lie.” you say, breaking him

“Fine, I turned the game on. But I swear I was only going to watch for a minute. It was killing me.” 

You roll your eyes and head over to sit beside him on the couch. You knew it killed him not to be able to play tonight, let alone attend the game. But he was under strict rules not to watch any screens or devices, as to not worsen his concussion. 

“I know matty” you say as you sit right next to your boyfriend, cuddling into his side and lifting your legs to rest bent on his lap. He wraps his arm around you, pulling you tighter and resting his hand on your butt

“How about i distract you” you suggest, knowing it would eat him alive anyway, just listening to the game and not being able to watch

“Hm. i like that idea” he says, leaning his head back against the couch and closing his eyes tightly. You could tell the brightness of the room was irritating him

“Hey! how bout we go upstairs and cuddle, yeah?” you knew if you suggested he lay down in a dark room without you he would not be very happy about that. He hated this recovery period, so honestly the most effective method in helping him recover was treating him like a little kid and making things sound like the best idea ever. 

“Id love that” he says, lifting you up with him bridal style as he stands up from the couch and starts heading towards the stairs. 

“Wait! Pit stop!” you say pointing towards the kitchen and he turns on his heels

“On it” he says, obeying your demands as he carries you towards the kitchen

“Freezer please!” you say and he heads towards the freezer door. You open it and pull out an ice pack for his head. Matthew rolls his eyes, knowing you were slightly tricking him into getting the ice for himself

“Ok lets go bud.” you say sharply as you pat his chest, not giving him any time to complain 

you place the ice pack at the back of matts neck, holding it there as you head upstairs. When you reach the bedroom you swiftly turn the light off as you pass by the door, making sure the room is perfect in aiding matthews injury.

“I know what you're doing you know” matt says as he places you down on the bed

“What? Coming over to cuddle with you?” 

“Mm more like coming over to take care of me?” he says, mocking your voice and making you crack a smile. He sits beside you in the dark room as you lie in his bed, and wait for him to join you

“Well you were literally doing everything you shouldn't be doing when i walked in sooo…”

“I've been lying down all day long!” he says exasperatedly, knowing you're right 

“Well I'm here now. and I want to cuddle. So we're gonna lie down some more mkay?” you say sassily as you reach in front of you, trying to find him in the dark. You find his chest and pull him towards you by his shirt, urging him to give in to you

Matthew took this as an opportunity to place a kiss on your lips, catching you off guard. After a moment, you lean into the kiss and matthew scoots closer to you, closing the space that was between you both

Matthew passionately grabs you by the waist as he leans over your body, kissing down your neck, making his way to your chest

You pull his face up to yours and he fights to bring it down again

“Matty!” you whine and he continues kissing you cheeks after leaving bruises on your neck

“You're supposed to be resting.” you say with a laugh and he sits up on his elbows, hovering over you, and you can just tell there is a smirk on his face. 

He places a gentle kiss on your lips, ignoring your previous statement. 

“This is not resting” you say as you press your pointer finger to his lips and you can feel his smirk grow against your finger. You're trying really hard not to sound like a babysitter, but are still trying to look out for him

“Ok fine” he sighs out as he collapses beside you. With his body off of yours, you take this as an opportunity to reach down to the end of the bed and find the ice pack that was left there, swiftly placing it behind his head.

Without a word he turns his head to look at you with squinted eyes. Even in the dark, you can just see the annoyance plastered all over his face. You hold in a laugh as you adjust his pillow, continuing to care for your injured boyfriend. 

He helps you adjust the sheets as you both get undr the covers. Regardless of his feigned annoyance, you knew matthew did appreciate you and what you were doing for him. 

“Ok ok ok” Matthew says, stopping you as you are still adjusting his ice pack. he pulls you in beside him and you immediately place a hand under his shirt, moving your hand up and down his chest. Something you always did to comfort him.

 He begins placing kisses to the top of your head as you cuddle in beside him, relaxing completely under his touch

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[holidaywishes]

Happy Halloween

Hate Sex Part 4

Requested: 🤷‍♀️

Summary: After a rather awkward date with Auston, the two of you decide it’s probably best to leave things alone; but Halloween brings you both back to bad habits.

 Warning: smut, some fluff and a bit of angst

 Author’s Note: Yes, I’m back. To be honest, I should be writing a sample for my ghostwriting thing but I can’t bring myself to sit down and do it. As you can tell, I started this all the way back in October and kept coming back to it but I never felt like it was finished. I feel like the voice is a little different in this one, maybe less snarky? I don't know, it's just different. I personally don't know how much more I can add to this story but if people keep requesting chapters, I can write some -- maybe just tell me where you want it to go lol. This one is long AF but hopefully, it fulfills everyone’s craving though.

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xx

Auston’s P.O.V

  Hearing (Y/N) say that there could be something more than sex between the two of you was almost like having air back in your lungs. But now where did you stand with her?

  “Wait,” Morgan stuttered as he sat across from you, both waiting for your server to bring your meals to the table, “what exactly are you asking me to do?”

  “Tell me I’m allowed to ask her out…” you awkwardly scoffed

  “You’re both adults. You wanna ask her out? Ask her out. You don’t need my permission,” he said, allowing a smile to spread across your face, “but she’ll probably say no”

  “Wow. Thanks”

  “I’m not gonna lie to you, Matts,” he started, leaning his elbows on the table, “she’s really not your biggest fan. Even if the two of you have been hooking up”

  “Yeah but she said s—

  “She didn’t say anything,” he interrupted and you furrowed your brow in return, “not about starting anything. I just don’t want you getting your hopes up…”

  “So I’m just supposed to leave it, her, alone now?” you asked, hoping for a different answer

  “Ask her out,” he said, “but if she says no, yeah. Let the situation end because if you keep going with the whole fuck buddies thing, one or both of you are going to get hurt.” You bit the inside of your cheek as you took in his words. You knew he was right, you were too emotionally invested already but you thought she was too and the idea of possibly cutting that off wasn’t something you were looking forward to.

xx

  You weren’t sure what to do now. Knowing that Auston had said he wanted more and that you had said you felt something as well had become all-consuming; not that you knew what any of it meant. The two of you hadn’t really talked since that night in the bathroom and now things were getting tense amongst your shared friend group.

  “What would you do?” you asked your best friend during a lunch break, “if you were me?”

  “What would you want to do?” she returned

  “No no,” you scoffed, “don’t do that. I asked what you would do, I really wanna know”

  “It seems pretty clear to me,” she added easily, a smirk quickly appearing on her face, “you both said you have feelings for each other, so it seems clear that you should go for it”

  “That’s what you would do?”

  “That’s what I know you would do,” she urged, “if it was anyone else”

  “It’s just that things are so weird!” you said, exasperated, “I mean I legit hated him and I always thought he hated me, and he probably did, but now he’s saying he has feelings for me and I’m changing my mind? Is that really what’s happening?”

  “Apparently”

  “If anything happens, it would be a terrible idea”

  “I think the terrible idea already happened,” she teased, “whatever happens now is probably a pretty normal thing.”

  “I just don’t like making anyone uncomfortable,” you admitted, “Tessa is asking me questions because Morgan is asking her questions because Auston is asking him questions. Yet, we haven’t spoken since we had sex in the bathroom so…”

  “Why did you have sex in the bathroom?” she asked and you shook your head once before shrugging, “I just mean, you always said public sex was a no, that it would never be the thing you did”

  “And then I did it…” you added with a heavy sigh, “I don’t know. I mean, it really did just sorta happen and there was alcohol involved — I guess I just got caught up in it, in him, that I didn’t really think about where we were.” When she smiled at you with that terrible poker face she had, you furrowed your brow, “what?”

  “You don’t think that your answer just now deserves a second look?” she asked before telling you that she needed to go back to work. “I’ll talk to you later, okay? I love you”

  “Love you” you said as you hugged her back and went your own way. As you drove back to your office, you thought about everything your best friend said, searching for more clarity on everything you’d talked about but only wound up more confused than you started.

xx

Auston’s P.O.V

  You decided just to go for it. Ask out (Y/N) and see what happens. But things were different now. Aside from the fact that you hadn’t spoken to her in months, you were now starting to rethink whether or not she actually meant what she said — because, if she did, why hadn’t she reached out either? You shook your head at your own thought and forced yourself to pick up the phone anyway

  “Hello” (Y/N)’s voice sang from the other end of the phone

  “Hi” you said shyly

  “Auston?”

  “Yeah, uhm,” you replied, clearing your throat to waste time as you thought about what to say, “what are you doing?”

  “What? You called me…” she giggled, a giggle that you could picture the perfect smile with, “how did you even get my number? I’m pretty sure I never gave it to you. For obvious reasons…”

“Mo gave it to me,” you said, “and I just meant what are you doing right now? Are you busy?”

  “Depends…”

  “On?”

  “On what you want.” You smiled, rubbing the back of your neck sheepishly as you paced around your apartment

  “I want— would you like to go on a date with me?”

  “No” it was almost a whisper and you could tell she was caught off guard

  “I mean a real date. In public. Sex completely off the table, not even a thought for either of us”

  “Why?” she asked, “why now? After everything?”

  “Because,” you answered, finally taking a seat, “I know how I feel but I want to be able to get to know each other. I’m really not as bad as you think I am”

  “That sounds like something a narcissist would say”

  “I promise,” you smirked, “I’m not a narcissist. I’d love for you to call me on all my bullshit but, to be fair, you’ll have to learn about me first”

  “You’re serious?”

  “Yeah…” you scoffed. There was silence on the line for a while and you dropped your head as you awaited her polite refusal

  “One date” she finally said and you tried your best to contain your surprise

  “Really?”

  “One date and if it doesn’t go well, then we stop,” she continued, “stop everything. No random calls out of nowhere. No second dates because you want another chance to change my mind. No hookups in bathrooms or hotel rooms. Nothing. It all ends”

  “That’s no fun” you joked

  “That’s the point,” she said sternly, “and that’s the deal.” You chuckled a bit at her seriousness but let your shoulders relax

  “Okay,” you agreed, your smile now beaming, “so are you free tonight?”

xx

  The date was... awkward. It was as if Auston forgot how to interact with not only you but people in general and you couldn’t seem to make it any better. You honestly didn’t know how

  “This is a nice place” you said to fill the empty space

  “Thanks,” he replied, coughing on the sip of water he had taken, “I mean, it’s not mine obviously so I don’t mean ‘thanks,’ I just mean...” You raised your eyebrows as he stumbled over his words before taking a breath, “I’m glad you like it”

  “I’m a little confused...” you whispered, leaning in so only the two of you could hear, “why are we here?”

  “It’s a date..?” he replied hesitantly as if to say ‘did you not get that?’

  “No, I know,” you scoffed, “but why here? I mean... it’s nice. It’s fancy but I don’t know, it doesn’t really seem like you”

  “Aren’t I supposed to be this super arrogant jerk who likes only the best?” he chided and you grinned sarcastically

  “Yes,” you quipped, “but this place isn’t even that. It’s... too fancy for me, yet, not fancy enough for the person you think you are”

  “The person I think I am?”

  “Exactly”

  “What does that even mean? Either I’m arrogant or I’m not, you can’t decide it’s both”

  “I’m not deciding it’s anything, I’m saying this is how it is. You have this image of yourself, an inflated ego that people gave you, and it comes across in everything you do.” Your explanation left his face contorted into what seemed like permanent confusion, “you are not a god, Auston, you’re just a hockey player. Everyone has just made you believe that you’re more than that because... they felt like it. So, you became what they wanted and now you have no idea who you are”

  “You really can’t go an entire conversation without fighting with me can you?”

  “I’m just being honest with you, Auston,” you scoffed, leaning back in your seat, “maybe I thought you’d respect that”

  “Maybe it comes across as condescending” he added, his own scoff mimicking yours

  “Maybe you’re just too sensitive”

  “Maybe you’re meaner than you let people believe”

  “And what if I am?” you sneered, arms crossed as you stared across the table at Auston, one eyebrow raised slightly

  “Then you can’t really say I have no idea who I am when no one has any idea who you are” he replied. You scoffed in return before grabbing your purse and flagging down your server

  “Hi, sorry,” you said politely, a shy smile appearing on your lips, “can I just pay for my meal”

  “(Y/N)…” Auston sighed, “come on that’s ridiculous”

  “When you have a chance, I’ll just grab my bill”

  “So.. it’s separate?” the server asked and you nodded

  “No” Auston countered

  “Yes” you insisted, smiling at the server before sending him on his way

  “Seriously?” Auston scoffed once more

  “I don’t want to be indebted to you. This way I won’t owe you — for anything”

  “I can’t tell if this is mature or petty”

  “That sounds like a you problem.” The server came over with your bill just then and, luckily, he brought out the machine with him so you were able to tap your card and go. “Thank you,” you said to the young man who clearly thought this date was going better than it had, turning to dismiss yourself to Auston, “look, we gave it a try. But we made a deal — if the date didn’t go well, then that would be it. No more. So, thanks, I guess, for the terrible decisions I’ve made these last few years. It’s been a wild ride, but one I never should’ve gotten on”

  “Okay the metaphors are a little much” he said, grabbing your arm as gently as he could to stop you from leaving

  “Let go” you said gently

  “Stay”

  “Why?” you groaned, “to argue some more? To disagree over fundamental parts of each other's personalities? No, sorry, I don’t need that. It was… interesting knowing you Matthews. Catch you in another life.” You left the restaurant hastily, sighing to yourself at the idea of wasting your time before quickly smiling when you realized this meant you could get your life back to normal. Back to when Auston was just some over-hyped, narcissistic man-child who you never asked to have in your life in the first place.

xx

Five months later

  Morticia Addams was always a good choice. Last minute or first thought, alone or couples costume, it always garnered the right kind of attention. It was one of your favourite go-to costumes and you’d always worn it well; perfecting it over the years, of course.

  “Morticia again?” your cousin, Martha, scoffed when you came out in your floor-length, tight black dress

  “It’s a classic” you laughed before fitting your black wig onto your head

  “If I had known that you were going to wear it this much, I never would’ve dressed you up all those years ago”

  “You’re just mad that it works so well on me”

  “Are you ready?” she sighed as she rolled her eyes

  “Yeah,” you smirked, “just gotta put on some lipstick. Go meet me in the car.” Martha’s heels clacked on the hardwood floor as she made her way to the car and you paced around trying to make sure you had everything you needed before going to Tessa and Mo’s Halloween party. When your cousin pulled up in front of the house, you made sure everything on you was where it needed to be — no malfunctions tonight.

  “So wait…” Martha started, “do you think Auston will be in there?”

  “Probably,” you responded, moving your coat to the backseat, “he’s part of the team”

  “Have you talked to him since that date?”

  “Nope” you replied, popping the p as you fixed your lipstick and fell back in the seat

  “So after five months, you’re gonna see him,” she said and you nodded to yourself before turning your body to face her, “what’s that gonna be like?”

  “It’ll be fine. We both agreed to go our separate ways and there shouldn’t be an issue with both of us being there,” you admitted, “we’re just going back to how our lives were before all the bad decisions.” She smirked and shook her head, pushing the car door open and walked to your side of the car

  “Alright,” Martha sighed as you got out of the car and headed toward the house. You spent the first hour grabbing a drink, talking with a few people you knew and meeting a few you didn’t before finally finding Mo

  “Happy Halloween!” he greeted, stretching out his arms and his Dracula cape

  “Happy Halloween!” you returned with a smile

  “Morticia?” Tessa asked as she handed you another drink as she approached the group

  “Yep!” you said happily before noticing her smirk at Morgan who shyly took a sip of his own drink, “what?”

  “Nothing,” Tessa smirked, “you look great.” You weren’t sure what was going on but she wasn’t telling you something. You decided not to let it get to you in order to enjoy the rest of the party; that’s when you saw him.

  “Of fucking course” you whispered to yourself when you noticed Auston in his Gomez Addams costume

  “You guys knew about this, didn’t you?” Martha asked Tessa and Mo with a small laugh

  “Oh yeah” Mo replied

  “I mean,” Tessa corrected, “we knew about his costume, not about hers. It really was all a happy coincidence.” Overhearing Tessa, Mo and Martha made you roll your eyes as Auston made his way to your group, finally stopping softly in front of you. He stood silently for a moment before outstretching his hand to you, grabbing yours to continue the coincidence; this was not a couples costume but he seemed to have everyone else fooled

  “Cara Mia” he smirked before kissing the back of your hand

  “Well isn’t this a… strange coincidence” you scoffed

  “Or it’s fate” he teased, leading you to shake your head and walk away toward the kitchen. “Oh come on,” he groaned as he followed you inside, “why not just play along?”

  “Because,” you replied as you poured yourself another drink, “we agreed to go back to normal life. Normal life didn’t include us playing along with anything.” When the music changed to a slowed-down version of the Addams family theme, courtesy of Martha and Tessa, the group around you and Auston began encouraging you two to dance.

  “What’dya say?” Auston said softly, his palm open toward you and the chanting began to get louder, the peer pressure setting in; you groaned and took his hand with a glare. As he placed his palm flat on the small of your back, you corrected the train of your dress from where it had wrapped around your own legs.

  “I’m doing this so I don’t get shunned,” you chided, “not because I want to”

  “We’re back to that, are we?”

  “We never really left it”

  “Yeah, well...” he paused, leaning in to whisper in your ear, “you look stunning tonight”

  “I know” you whispered back, hoping he didn’t hear the blush you were trying to hide. Your bodies moved together seamlessly and you forgot how terrible that date was for a second, only to be brought back to reality when he moved his hand just an inch down onto your ass and you pushed him away; promptly ending the dance. You walked quickly past him so you could get back to your cousin and enjoy the rest of the party, doing your best to ignore Auston... yet again.

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Auston’s P.O.V

You were happy you decided to go as Gomez Addams tonight, if for no other reason than (Y/N) as Morticia. She looked beautiful and bringing her out into the middle of the room for a dance made you flashback to the moments that made you fall for her and when she walked away, you couldn’t help but follow her; even though you knew you shouldn’t.

“Stop” you whined as you ran after her, reaching out to grab her arm but not before she could run up the stairs

“Auston, go back downstairs,” she said, “back to the party. I’m just looking for a bathroom”

“You’re sure you’re not just ignoring me?”

“Can’t I do both?” she smiled sarcastically and you scoffed to yourself. Her pacing between closed doors to find a bathroom proved fruitless and she was soon brought back to you. “You can’t seriously still be trying to do something…” she scoffed, “it’s been five months and that date was a disaster”

“That’s very true. It was a disaster,” you admitted, moving one step closer to her, “and, yet, I haven’t stopped thinking about you once”

“That’s your problem, not mine. I told you that if the date didn’t go well, we’d go back to being nothing to each other”

“Is that really what you want?”

“Are you trying to coerce me into backtracking?” you took a step back in surprise at her words

“What? No, of course not”

“It sounds like you are”

“Well I’m not”

“Are you sure about that?”

“Jesus (Y/N)!” you groaned, exasperated, and threw up your hands, “why can’t you admit that you felt something during that dance?”

“Because it was just a dance!”

“Why can’t you admit that you had feelings for me?”

“I didn’t. I felt… something. But they weren’t feelings for you. It was all lust. Everything between us has been just sex and you know it”

“BULLSHIT!”

“Keep your voice down!” she yelled in a whisper as she pulled you into a nearby room, “my god, you’re so dramatic”

“You’re lying to yourself if you think it’s all been sex”

“Auston, we haven’t seen or talked to each other in five months! I think that makes it pretty clear”

“I don’t,” he said, “I wanted you to stay but you left so I gave you your space”

“Because you thought you were too good that I wouldn't just break and call you?” you groaned and rolled your eyes

“Because I knew there was something there, that we had something, but I wasn’t gonna force it.” He admitted and there was something so sweet in his eyes that you found yourself softening to his charm, “and yeah, sure, I guess I thought you’d realize that too.” You hated that you were falling into old patterns but, once again, the two of you moved together like magnets. He set his hands on your hips, staying there while you stared up at him

“Fuck,” you thought to yourself, before feeling his hands slowly climb your body until they cupped your face and, unintentionally, left you breathless. He leaned down with a smirk before kissing your forehead first as if to build the tension and your hands instinctively fell on his waist. When his lips finally met yours, you stepped into him and it wasn’t long until his hands were roaming your body, the kiss intensifying to the point of heavy breathing. “Wait,” you broke the kiss harshly and turned away from him, “we can’t keep doing this. This is dumb. This is bad. Toxic.”

“You’re toxic, I’m slipping under” he teasingly sang as walked over to you, wrapping his arms around your waist

“I’m serious” you whispered, feeling his hands move up your body until they cupped your breasts and pulled your body into him, earning a moan from you. His teeth grazed your neck as he placed kisses from your ear to your collarbone, his hands still firmly holding your breasts

“You look so fucking good right now,” he said breathlessly into your ear, your hands now finally raising to lay on top of his while your head dropped back onto his shoulder

“Fuck” you moaned, moving one hand to the back of his neck as he massaged your breasts. You finally turned back around, hastily removing his clothes with lips intertwined. Your dress wasn’t as easy to remove, being so tight, so Auston had to pull away from the kiss again to find the zipper on the side of your dress and let the fabric fall to the floor. He lifted you up and brought you to the bed, placing you on the edge so he could remove his pants. You pushed yourself back onto the pillows and Auston climbed on top of you shortly after, pulling him down to push your bodies together as his lips crashed into yours.

“Are you okay?” Auston asked suddenly, making you furrow your brow, “I just mean, should we keep going?”

“Yes,” you smiled, twirling your fingers in his hair as he kissed your neck. You hadn’t noticed his hand move down your body until he slid his fingers into your underwear, his calloused fingers moving up and down your folds. When Auston slid his long middle finger into you, you dug your nails into his shoulders and bit your lip to hold back the volume that would surely come out.

“The music’s loud,” he whispered, “you can be loud”

“Someone will still hear,” you said breathlessly, a small moan escaping your lips finally, “fuck”

“Come on,” he urged, planting kisses on the backs of your hands that clutches his shoulders, “be loud. You’re so wet, I wanna hear you scream my name.”

“You always do,” you breathed, “oh my god”

“Scream,” he said and you caught his smirk when you looked down, shaking your head before letting it fall back on the pillow. “Scream” he repeated

“You sound like a serial killer” you laughed, placing your hand on his cheek, bringing his face to yours and planting a kiss on his lips, his fingers working faster to bring you to your high. Your legs began to shake as he put a little bit of pressure on your clit, leading you to bite his lip in pleasure

“Cum, baby”

“Don’t call me baby”

“Cum” he repeated firmly. You continued the kiss, grabbing his hair so tight that you were sure you were going to tear a chunk out. He broke the kiss one last time, biting your collarbone and kissing the inside of your wrist before whispering one more time, “cum.” Something inside you unlocked and you moaned loudly as your body arched into him and your climax consumed you. “There she is” he smirked

“Shut up” you scoffed as Auston rolled onto his back, wrapping his arm around your shoulder and settling in. “What are you doing?” you asked

“What do you mean?”

“This isn’t what this is” you sighed, adjusting your head on his arm before gesturing to where it lay behind you

“Just taking a break…” he scoffed, forcing you to look up at him and furrow your brow, “that okay with you?” You shook your head, deciding to climb on top of him

“Just… shh” you whispered, Auston’s thighs tightening under you while his arms stayed behind his head. His eyes boring into yours as you began to ride him slowly

“Fuck” he breathed, moving one hand from behind his head to explore your chest, fingers trailing from collarbone to breast to nipple. You moaned quietly, hands resting on his chest as you kept your movements slow, feeling Auston’s breathing increase as he took his other hand from behind his head and placed it on your waist; squeezing your side as you moved up and down his length. You began to pant as you rode him, slightly faster now, letting your head fall back as you took in the pleasure you were feeling.

“Fuck” you moaned through heavy breaths and Auston rose up, bringing his chest to yours, halting your breath in your chest as your breasts were pressed against his body; hands gripping your sides intensely. The only thing going through your mind, when something could get past how close you were to your climax again, was how wrong this was. Knowing how terrible the two of you would be as a couple after that date, how he could so easily use someone to make you jealous, the way neither of you tried to make anything healthier if you really wanted to make something work. Because, damn, the sex was good. You brought his lips close to yours, planning on muffling your moans with a kiss when Auston grabbed your hips and kept himself deep inside of you, leaving you nearly shaking at the sensation.

"Don't" he breathed against your lips, making you furrow your brow in confusion as you rocked desperately against his hips; was he seriously telling you not to cum? "Don't say this is the last time"

"What?"

"You always say that this is the last time," he sighed, hands still on your hips, keeping you in place, "that we can't keep doing this, but then we always end up here. Like this. Doing this..." he kissed your collarbone as you rode him slowly

"You know it's true"

"That doesn't matter"

"Yes it does" you scoffed

"Why do we keep ending up like this then? Naked and moaning in a dark room together?" With one strong thrust, you let out a small whimper and your legs went limp; you slid off his lap to lay on your back as you caught your breath

"Everyone makes a string of bad decisions in their 20s. I'm getting it out of my system"

"Oh is that what this is? Why didn't you say so?" he scoffed, jumping out of the bed to start getting dressed again, "I never would've taken you on that awful date if I knew that's all this was"

"Don't be a baby" you groaned

"You're stringing me along"

"What?!"

"You agr--"

"Do. Not!" you growled as you interrupted him, finally getting out of bed, and taking the top sheet with you to wrap around your body, "I never said that we should be something. I said that this was always a bad idea but for some reason, I couldn't stop myself from doing it"

"And then you said that you were feeling something!"

"Because I thought I was!" you yelled, dropping your head to your hands, "I was wrong. It was the post-sex high I guess. We're not the people who end up together. We fight, we fuck and we go our separate ways. That's it"

"It doesn't have to be..." he practically whined, "I mean if we just tried"

"What is it you like about me?" you asked before leaning down to grab your clothes from where they were strewn on the floor, "tell me honestly because I'm genuinely curious"

"You're smart," he started, "you're... passionate, fiery, and infuriating but beautiful in spite of it"

"In spite of it?" you scoffed, hastily pulling up your underwear under the sheet and turning your back to him to put on your bra as the fabric fell to the ground, leaving you feeling more exposed than you thought it would. "Real charming," you finally said, an eye-roll pairing with the harsh tone of voice you gave, "that's really what I would want my partner to think of me. That I'm beautiful in spite of everything else about me. As if that mattered the most"

"That's not what I said" he scoffed right back at you

"Oh but it is"

"No it's not!" he raised his voice slightly, putting on the last bit of his costume before approaching you once more, "I said you can be infuriating because you can be, just like you are now, but that I don't care because -"

"Because I'm beautiful" you sarcastically smiled, arms crossed over your still nearly naked body

"Fine, yeah, that's what I said," he conceded, "but what's wrong with me thinking you're beautiful? And did you miss that I said you're smart and passionate?"

"No," you said, stance firm in disobedience, "but it doesn't mean anything. Not once you mentioned how I looked"

"Why?" he asked and you could tell he was honestly curious. As if he was a student learning something new for the first time; like he'd never known that there could be something wrong with complimenting a girl on her appearance. You furrowed your brow, softly, as you thought about your words

"Because it negates everything that you said before it. I can be beautiful to you, sure, that's great. Thank you," you explained, as politely as you could muster, "but if it's following that I'm smart and I'm passionate and I'm strong and I'm brave, for me, it's as if you're saying it's amazing that someone who is all those things is also beautiful. Like they're mutually exclusive. One or the other."

"Okay..." he started, scrunching his eyebrows together in clear confusion as he sat down at the foot of the bed, "but if I don't say you're beautiful then you'll be offended. There's no winning!"

"Relax," you teased, "look, maybe there's a girl who feels differently than I do. Maybe she wants to be told she's beautiful and maybe that's all that matters to her. But I would much rather hear someone say 'You're beautiful but I care more about your mind and your heart than your body.'" Your voice was softer now, you felt a sudden need to nurture this man who'd pretended to be so macho this whole time. You moved toward him until you were standing in front of him, placing the palm of your hand on his cheek, "I've spent too much of my life worrying about how people think of me based on how they look at me. I'm tired of being pretty or not pretty enough to someone and I don't want to be with someone who is still caught up in 'appearances matter.' Does that make sense?"

"Yes," he said clearly, deep brown eyes piercing right through to your soul and you could feel yourself being pulled in again, "I'm sorry. I just... I want you to know how amazing I think you are and how amazing we could be if we decided to give us a shot"

"Auston..." you sighed, finally sitting down next to him, "Passion, desire, comes from a lot of different places but ours came from hate. It made the sex great, amazing even, but it's not like that means we're on track to start a relationship. I mean you don't really believe that, do you?"

"I mean, I could," he admitted and you tilted your head, "I've grown legit- legitimate feelings for you," he corrected his abbreviated word in what you considered to be his way of sounding more mature. "You can't argue with me on that because you're not me"

"You can see how this wouldn't work though, can't you?" you tried, hoping to somehow, someway, get through to him. Knowing that the two of you could easily end up in the same place another five months from now but that you would always leave feeling the same way -- like you were purposely running toward red flags because it meant you didn't have to commit to anything real.

"Maybe," he sighed, rubbing his face harshly before dropping his elbows on his knees and looking straight ahead at the door, "but I also know what I'm feeling and I think we'd be stupid to ignore that you're feeling something too." You took a deep breath, annoyed at the loop you'd found yourself in, and stood up to find your black dress strewn on the floor. Stepping in and shimmying into it slowly so as to not rip the zipper - a very real fear at this point in the night.

"Help me with this, won't you?" you asked, referring to the zipper that you could clearly do up on your own but you knew it would force you to feel his breath on your skin. Auston finished zipping your dress and placed his hands on your hips for a moment before kissing your temple

"I've never met anyone like you before," he whispered and you turned your head slightly toward him, "I don't want to lose you." You stood there for a minute, facing forward, Auston's hands on your hips, his chest against your back and his breath cascading down your neck. You took a minute to embrace the moment and appreciate how solid he felt behind you, scanning your mind desperately to find the same... hope he seemed to have about you with him. You fell back against his chest, a motion you'd done before when you needed to feel reassured; his steady heartbeat let the once chaotic mood in the room settle almost instantly.

"I wish I knew what to say here..." you admitted, finally turning to face him, your eyes slowly scanning his body up until his caught yours

“Say that you don’t wanna lose me either” he leaned down a little, fingers grazing your arms slowly

“I want…” you hesitated, turning away from his kiss at the last minute, “something normal. Something easy, uncomplicated,” you said simply, looking away from his eyes only long enough to watch your palms flatten on his chest. “I don’t think that’s with you.” His eyes searched yours and all you could do was give him a look of sympathy, knowing that’s not what he wanted to hear

“So I guess that’s it…” he huffed, backing away and you nodded, “or just until next time? Yet again?” You took a step toward him, feeling the train of your dress drag on the floor before you stopped in front of him, holding his hand in yours as you kissed his cheek. Whether it was the end or not, you couldn’t be sure, time had proven that you weren’t as strong as you thought you were, but right now, at this moment, you knew it had to be goodbye. You let go of his hand and turned to walk toward the door, looking back at him once you stood in the open frame, his stillness telling everything you needed to know.

You weren’t used to seeing him this vulnerable, even in times when you wished he would be, and you hated that you knew how much this was going to hurt him.

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heyyyyyyy!! so i saw that your reqs were open and thought id throw one in since YK- LOVE UR WORK!

and ik ive been requesting this kind of thing only (if u dont wanna do it for this reason, i understand!!) but- Could I please have a Yanplatonic Mephisto/Lucifer/Amaimon x Reader?

This time could you maybe do it with Reader being human, An exwire and completely unrelated to them at all. They hate demons with a passion, But somehow these mfs suddenly decide "yep, new sibling" and surprise adopt kidnap her?

Thanks for considering!! Love your work, Make sure to take breaks if tired!

-TML

YES!!!working on this kind of this is what make Requests so fun!Amaimon will be kind of funny to write🤣 thanks for the Request ❤️

PD: for some reason i imagine this Reader has some Shinobu personality? It's hinch.

Platonic Yandere Mephisto Pheles,Lucifer and Amaimon x Ex-wire! Reader

Genre: Headcanons

Reader: female

Warnings: YANDERE BEHAVIOR, PLATONIC YANDERE, OBSESIVE BEHAVIOR, MENTIONS OF BREAKING READER, FORCED FAMILITY, the three of them TOGHETHER on the title is NOT enough warning?? Illuminati, Amaimon is Mean sometimes--

SPOILERS FROM THE MANGA!!!

As said above, (reader) has a very complicated past with demons, to the point of hating them.

It can honestly be anything, whether your family has been affected by the blue night, by District 13 or simply that your parents have been exorcists who have died in the line of duty.

In any case, (reader) ended up developing a great hatred towards these creatures and decided that she would become an exorcist, in order to get out all that pent-up rage.

In general, I imagine this (reader) as a quite aggressive person and has trouble opening up, so she gets her emotions out through outbursts of anger.

but at the same time he is very intelligent, he uses his environment to his advantage and knows how to take advantage of his resources.

He has what we call "street smarts"

I have no idea who would be the one to take care of (reader) during her training before being Ex-wire, although with her personality, she would run away from any caregiver she had.

(I think the only exception would be Angel because 1- he is strong like that and 2- they share a similar hatred towards demons).

(reader) manages to enter the Ex-wire class, and stands out both for better... and for worse.

First of all, her classmates have a difficult time trying to talk to her (even Shiemi) precisely because of her closed attitude, in addition to the fact that she has constant friction with Izumo and even with Bon.

and most importantly she feels something strange with Rin...

(reader) doesn't know what it is, but she already hates it.

The only one safe from his outbursts is practically Konekomaru (and the weird kid with the puppets, whatever his name is).

It is because of this very fuss that it causes that it ends up attracting the wrong attention.

Mephisto is the first to have interest in (reader)

Not from the beginning as such, no no, although Mephisto had noticed her completely wild attitude compared to her companions (which he found hilarious to say the least) I think it would not be the trigger for him to become interested in (female reader).

I think it's only until (the reader) gets to share her experience, her horrible past with demons, the pure, burning HATE she has for them, that Mephisto finds her very interesting.

Oh humans, so diverse and with many facets~

but Mephisto definitely liked how open she (reader) was in her hatred, that she wasn't looking for moral supremacy or anything like that, she just wanted blood and she loves that!

so he tries to approach in a very unsubtle way and see more of that side knowing how much she hates demons.

appearing out of nowhere in the hallways to scare her and make her curse him, appearing in his dog form in her room to parasite (and then being kicked out) and a long etc.

In this way he not only became involved in the life of (the reader) but also learned more about her in the process, giving emphasis to the growing obsession.

Mephisto wants to know more about this "problematic" student who has caught his interest, whether it is having her academic record or all the information he has and whatever he has, he is not satisfied until he has it all.

It's almost as if I had replaced reading manga with the history of (reader)😅🤣

In this way, now every time he ran into (the reader), Mephisto made jokes and pranks that were increasingly more personal, more intimate.

and that is very scary.

apart from the fact that he behaves in a more... sticky way with (reader).

and that is VERY obvious.

He greets you with a HUG or a pat on the head (no, he doesn't care if you bite him or try to hit him).

and he is even the first to ask (reader) to call him "Oni-chan"

(how fucking disgusting--)

Mephisto is like the older brother who constantly bothers you.

and it is very difficult to get out of its grip.

Do you try to go outside the bedrooms? appears in the form of a dog.

Do you try to go for a walk around campus? appears randomly. It is impossible to surprise him.

But he does have something like an agent that helps him keep (the reader) in line.

That's when Amaimon comes in.

Honestly, he wouldn't be interested in (reader) at first, even though his older brother seemed to have an interest in her.

So, when he told him to keep an eye on her, he didn't think much of it other than it was a nuisance.

While Amaimon finds the task of "taking care of (reader)" annoying, he can't really do much against his brother. Although I think that to have fun from time to time he would make some things happen to (reader) just to make her angry. Like trowing insects at her or even leaving Creepy ass things in her locker.

It's boring for him, better than being a hamster, but extremely boring, so he starts picking on her.

She clearly sees him and curses him every time she sees him about to do something "mischievous" to her or when she hears him commenting on how "weak she is" in training. He thinks it's funny to see her all grumbling.

although eventually it becomes more than that.

Amaimon seems quite carefree, but as time goes by, he takes his "task" of "protecting" (reader) more seriously.

After all, being so weak, who else could take care of her?

He is one of the first to kill for the "well-being" of (reader).

I mean, he can do it as long as it's not one of the Okumura brothers, let him have some fun.

at the same time that he begins to want to have more interaction with (reader) beyond making her angry.

fight, for example.

After all, there must be something about her that caught her older brother's attention. Maybe she has something that he doesn't realize?

although without knowing it he is only falling into the same obsessive trap as his brother.

Once Amaimon becomes a student, rest assured that he will be glued to (reader) and insist that they fight, but she either tells him to fuck off every time or tries to escape from his grasp, without success.

It's like the meme of "fight me You nerd ass punk"🤣

Although don't get me wrong, I think he would be the most manageable of the three, even the "best" brother as far as possible.

(Bonus if you are a distant relative of Shiemihaza, maybe it would explain why Mephisto likes to mess with you so much, to screw with the Vatican)

He already understood that he can't make (the reader) fight with him by bothering her, so now he's simply trying to "figure out" what the hell he does to get there.

although at the same time, being as carefree as he is, he doesn't have so much problem giving (the reader) some time alone and can even distract Mephisto for a while so that she is less irritable.

Amaimon discovers that he actually likes it when (reader) talks and doesn't just grunt.

He's like that awkward brother but if you do him a favor he'll have your back, more or less.

Because he wants you to spend time with him.

It makes (the reader) at least watch him fight if she's not going to fight him.

I think Lowkey wants to show her how strong he is because well, Ego. but it is also a way to measure the strength of (reader) by her reactions. And intimation

although I doubt this (reader) will be intimidated.

He is definitely the first to suggest eliminating (reader's) entire family if she has one left :)

He's not really a fan of (reader) calling him a brother like Mephisto, but he demands the respect of an older brother and at some point he won't let (reader) walk all over him.

Mephisto and him argue about whether it's a good idea to let him (reader) fight him or not, precisely because Mephisto doesn't want him to get hurt.

and Amaimon WANTS to understand what made him become so attached to her. Maybe by fighting he will understand.

NOW, THE MAIN COURSE.

LUCIFER

(reader) at first would only know him from certain mentions of Amaimon that came to nothing, but when the Illuminati's declaration of war occurs or in any case something related to section 13, she understands everything...

There's a small chance that Shima told the Illuminati about (reader) seeing how "close" she was to Mephisto, which would make Lucifer interested.

Why are his brothers so interested in a completely human student who isn't even related to them?

(reader: same man, same)

So naturally he makes them investigate (reader) to understand why out of nowhere his brothers seem so attached to a simple human.

Who knows, maybe it will serve the Illuminati in some way.

(ignoring the hypothetical case of being a descendant of ShiemiHaza) when Lucifer does not find anything really relevant in his search, he is more doubtful than before, but he reasons, perhaps the human has some kind of ritual that only Mephisto knows about.

There HAS to be something that makes his brother like this.

For the same reason, if Lucifer tries to ask Mephisto directly, he becomes very defensive, telling him to stay away from the students and especially from (the reader).

which only gives him more motivation to want to know more about her.

so 1- seeing that she really doesn't want to be with Mephisto and Amaimon orders Shima to recruit her or 2- (more likely) he directly kidnaps her during the declaration of war on the true cross :)

Be that as it may, (reader) ends up on the Illuminati ship more deranged than ever, and well, it makes sense, now they not only harass her, chase her and pull her from one place to another, but they kidnap her!

Even if Lucifer maintains manners and courtesy, as soon as (the reader) realizes that he is a demon, he becomes wild and tries to get out by all possible means, including jumping off the ship!

Fortunately, Homare constantly watches her and, to his relief, she is not very talkative.

But Lucifer is still quite confused. If this human has absolutely nothing special then why is he important?

although he understands a little better when Mephisto demands that he return his "sister"

Ah, so that was it. family ties.

He is the quickest to accept that (reader) is something like a new brother, so as soon as he finds out this new information, he goes to (reader) and demands to know EVERYTHING about her.

likes, dislikes, what his life was like, his abilities, his weaknesses, whatever, his most obsessive side comes to light.

and (reader) is so confused that she barely answers 1/4 of the questions.

Now, Lucifer is like combining Mephisto and Amaimon.

He is very protective, but he is not on top of (reader) all day (at least not the same one, Homare is usually the one who watches the reader)

He wants (reader) to treat him like an older brother and be referred to as such, but he doesn't force her.

uses a similar approach as with Yukio. He slowly attracts her so that she gets used to HIM.

but it doesn't mean it's not bad.

If (reader) still has a family, he will use them as a constant threat against (reader) to improve her attitude and behavior, he is not above killing them if he feels particularly jealous.

Although I think he would kill (reader)'s sibilings if she had them. After all, she already has him and his brothers, humans could never be equal.

He doesn't spend as much time with (reader) as the other two, but he makes up for it with PRETTY expensive gifts and things he knows she likes (from stalking her).

I think he would only return (reader) if a kind of agreement is reached with Mephisto, in which they both share (reader) and Amaimon goes with her when she is with both of them, that way Mephisto can ensure that Lucifer returns (reader) (reader) and vice versa.

I know this was about their relationship as brothers with (reader) but it reminds me a lot of divorced parents who share custody of their children... although of course, these parents are crazy.

going straight all together, it's not as bad as one would think.

Mephisto is the biggest pain in the ass, that's for sure. He is VERY POSSESSIVE of (reader) to an almost ridiculous point.

He likes to put clothes similar to him, it's a way of "showing dominance" and he likes to think that this way they seem more like a family.

Being with him prepare yourself for a lot of unwanted physical contact and to spend HOURS watching your former classmates suffer from his tricks and be left on the sidelines because you can no longer even carry a weapon...

INFANTILIZATION AT MAXIMUM POWER, he loves to pamper (the reader) and act as if she were a little girl, either because it amuses him to see her angry or because for someone who is thousands of years old like him, she IS indeed a baby.

he reacts VERY badly to rules being broken, if (reader) wants to save herself from punishment (most likely having broken bones, even if he speeds up time so it's not THAT bad, it's horrible) she should go to Amaimon.

He's the best, I already said it.

more than anything because he "understands" better the situation of stress under the thumb of his older brother and now he can understand affection a little better, even if it is still toxic.

but don't be fooled.

If he sees the slightest possibility that (reader) is going to leave him, then he will tell Mephisto or Lucifer to ruin any plan, that's how he is.

apart from the fact that he follows (reader) s everywhere to "inform" Mephisto and Lucifer of his well-being. and it is impossible to lose him, he has a connection with the entire earth and a great ability to find what he wants. Do not even try.

although as long as you give him some affection and treats, he's actually quite manageable, not clingy or overly jealous, just very aggressive and protective.

(another who would want to kill the reader's brothers when seeing them as a threat to their relationship).

and Lucifer...he's a mix.

he's not AS possessive as Mephisto, but he definitely wants everyone to know that (reader) is HIS sister.

He has great respect for the rules and he wants them to be followed, but when it is (the reader) who breaks them, he is much more lenient.

Be careful, I don't want to say that he is exempt from horrible punishments, if (reader) exceeds a limit of errors, then he will not be saved from one.

but Lucifer goes more for the Psychological side of things.

It makes (reader) believe that she is in control of the situation, a situation where she has no real advantage.

In this way he gains her favor but causes him to fall into his trap.

because HE is the one who is in control of everything. If (reader) goes far, it is because he allows it.

very protective, more than Mephisto, if it were up to him she wouldn't leave the Illuminati base, but at the same time he gives (reader) much more autonomy than Pheles.

It's very difficult to come to terms with him, but at least you can use his own sense of the rules against him :D

I think that the one most likely to break (reader) would be Mephisto, followed by Lucifer, these two would undoubtedly do it on purpose so that (reader) would stop trying to escape. Amaimon would only do it by accident due to his lack of knowledge of the human mind.

If (reader) develops Stockholm syndrome, Mephisto is throwing a fucking party! even LUCIFER would be happy (reader) has returned to his senses! and Amaimon would be happy but he would definitely miss the anger.

In short, it's chaos, but it balances out in certain curious ways so you get a little bit of each world.

Overall, it's a VERY fucked up yandere trio to be with, but look on the bright side! you will never be alone...

Shares, reglogs and comments are very welcome!

thanks for the request ❤️

ahhhh I loved writing this but I feel like some parts are messy?😭 or maybe because it's my longest fic so far?? I hope you like it and I'm sorry if it's too loaded!

[themerlinlibrary]

Favourites Friday (Feb 2024) – Self-Rec Round: Pining

TML Favourites Friday round-up! February 2024 round 4 (SRR)

What is Favourites Friday? – The Basics

a different theme is announced on Friday each week; FF recs must match the theme of the week

only one FF rec per person per week/theme

FF recs must be unique within that week/theme; no double-posting the same fic for one theme!

no self-recs during regular rounds

only self-recs during self-rec rounds (last Friday of each month)

Theme for this self-rec round: Pining!

Curling. For Camelot! by ravenwilds T, 6.8k, Merlin/Arthur Modern AU, Winter Olympics AU

Carefully Planned Coincidences by elirwen E, 1.1k, Merlin/Arthur Modern AU, Sharing a Bed

You’ll Find the Real Thing Instead by SubmissivelyWritten E, 30k, Multiple pairings Modern AU, Wedding Planning, RomCom

Separate Harmonies from Chords by thesongistheriver E, 12k, Merlin/Arthur Modern AU, College/Uni AU

All Things Loved and Lovesick by horsecrazy E, 90k, Merlin/Arthur Modern AU, Vets AU

Win Me (Over) by lavender_spice M, 10k, Merlin/Arthur Modern AU, Bachelor Auction

Forgetting to Remember (You) by Excited_Insomniac T, 11k, Merlin/Arthur Canon Divergence, Memory loss

Pinned Down by kiraniafterdark (kirani) E, 313, Merlin/Arthur Hook-up

Arthur, Sincerely by MerlinLikeTheBird M, 48k, Merlin/Arthur Canon Divergence, Didn’t know they were dating

and you held me tightly ('til the morning) by Imagined M, 16k, Merlin/Arthur Canon Era, Arranged Marriage

[Fic & Podfic] So Close to Reaching that Famous Happy End by robinfaipods (Robin_Fai), TrebleMaker07 G, 5.4k, Merlin/Arthur Modern AU, Co-workers

An Accidental Union by acciomerlin T, 8.3k, Merlin/Arthur Canon Era, Domestic fluff

everywhere and at all times by fabledfrog G, 549, Gen; Merlin & Arthur Canon Era

Lavender & Ink by sleepygecko T, 5.2k, Gwen/Lancelot Modern AU, Bookstore

A masterlist of all round-ups can be found here.

If you want to make sure you never miss a FF rec, or would like to participate and share your own favourites; join us on the Discord TheMerlinLibrary! Happy reading!

About the FF round-up lists:

Recs are listed in the order they were posted on the Discord; the order does not imply any sort of ranking.

The pairing given in this list is the main pairing of each respective fic – please read the tags for any possible minor or side-pairings, as well as any potential warnings or triggers.

Pairings and Eras are given as tagged in each respective fic. (?) signifies that the tags were unclear and I do not know enough about the fic to fill the gaps.

Round-ups are compiled on the weekend of the week after the respective theme of the post (when the new theme has already been anounced), to avoid omitting potentially belated FF recs.

The weekly round-up is not a guarantee! I'm running this alone, so it can only be posted for weeks when I have enough time on my hands to compile a list. If you'd like to help out, feel free to contact me on Tumblr ( @zaharya ) or Discord. Thank you to @ravenwilds for helping me out with this round-up, and to Chel for writing a whole-ass bot to make it easier!

[candlecoo]

Just imagining mage Izuku and Test my limits Izuku having very different opinions on Denki

Absolutely in MAH au Denki's an annoying gnat that won't leave Izuku alone and just talks about memes and asks him dumb questions, but in TML au while Denki can be silly he's the trio's rock. He makes sure everyone is okay, tries to lighten the mood when he can or just provides comfort when he can't. Denki's quirk is the most outwardly dangerous so he goes out of his way to be a safe place for people he loves.

[kimvvantae]

BUT ALSO I’d rather you be doing well and us not get updates rather than vice versa! I love Saudade and TML so so so much and can just imagine endings for them if it’s not in your best interest to finish them!!!! 😘

dude that's so nice of you to say!! dropping random isa lore but talking about my mental health rn?? the times in my life when i was so obsessively invested in writing a fic that i updated it almost weekly (yeah there was a time like that), were the times were my mental health was at THE LOWEST point. i wrote a lot to escape real life. and it might sound strange but these months i stayed away from tumblr were the months i was, like, actually living?? so many good changes happened in my life (and some very bad things too) but like, i feel very alive rn?? also i feel very normal about bts (meaning i was not so normal about them a while ago) which is great honestly!!

however i still love writing & am very passionate about my stories! i really want to finish saudade and i'm finishing that smut scene in tml5 i promised! thank you soo much for sticking around for so long!!! it's so sweet and encouraging really 😭😭🥹🥹

[lostmykeysie]

I gotta tell you. You are the reason I went to waitrose today (I’m visiting the Uk and we walked by one I I just went oh I know this from a fic and my friend was like…do you want to go in? So now we have vegan cheese from waitrose.) tyvm<3

OMG NO WAY WELCOME!!!!! How are you finding it? not waitrose i mean the UK lol

funnily enough i was having a debate with my family today about UK vs britain vs england etc and like actually you know what i’m not going to dive into it because it’s not relevant nor funny

DID YOU LIKE WAITROSE??? fun fact i used to work at waitrose when i was a kid !!!! imagine it was me at the till !!!! ringing you up your vegan cheese x which one did you get by the way ???

as a welcome to waitrose present i got you a present which i just said twice but fuck it!!!! TML chapter fifteen babyyyyyyy (sadly no waitrose in this chap though :( reggie crying in a corner rn)

kisses to mal xxxxxxxx

[hockeybabe]

Family Skate | M.Knies

Not my gif

Parings: Matthew Knies x gf!reader

Summary: you and mattthew are new to the dating scene and he makes it official to the public by inviting you to the family skate.

Warnings: pure fluff, swearing, insecurities, kissing, slight cocky Knies, ngl rushed af

Word count: 756

Note: this has been in my drafts for a while. Also requests are open, send them in! And I saw Olivia Rodrigo!!!!

The moment you met Matthew, you two instantly clicked. You had lived in Toronto your entire life working for the leafs. To the team you were like their little sister and the John well you were like his kid. When the leafs called up Matthew you had lost your apartment and John was there to help you.

So gradually you lived with the Tavares residence, along with Matthew becoming professional babysitters for John and Aryne. But what the outside world didn’t know was that you and Matthew were a little more involved with each other than just friends. 

You were a couple. One that you kept away from the world because of people not always being accepting. It was your idea. You had seen it happen to so many and while they could handle it; you weren’t sure you could. However, after multiple talks with Aryne and other girlfriends, they finally convinced you to be shown off.

And what better to have it done at the family skate.

“Babe, you ready.” Matt called for you pulling on his jersey. “Yeah.” You said fixing you scarf and pulling your hair out. “How do I look.” You turned around showing him your outfit which consisted of a handmade leafs jacket with his name on it and black leggings. 

Matthew stared down at you with a cheeky smile gabbing you hands at your sides and leant down giving you a kiss. “You look perfect.” He mumbled. “We should probably get going.” He said heading for the door. As he walked away you slowly feel your nerves creeping up. Matthew notices you lack of presence.

“Y/n,” he calls out. “Everything alright?” He asks once you come to the door. “What if they don’t like me?” You asked, twiddling your thumbs. “Who’s not gonna like you?” He asks clueless making you groan. “The fans, you dummy.” You placed your hands on his chest, looking up at him. “What are they gonna do? You’re mine and I’m yours. They’re just gonna have to accept that.” He says, putting loose hair behind your ear.

“But-” “If they judge, they judge don’t let them tear you apart. I love you.” He says, opening the door. “I love you too.” You mumble. “What was that?” You groan, “I love you too.” You said louder. “That’s my girl.” He said, watching you exit the house and getting into the car.

Once you guys got to the rink, you trailed behind Matthew as he waved to the fans what you didn’t expect were the amount of fans calling your name. You had no clue how they knew who you were, but they were cheering for you.

“Looks like you don’t need to impress anyone.” Matthew turned around, looking down at you with a smirk. You gave him a smile, tightening your grip on his hand as you gave shy waves to the fans. When you finally got to the rink, you sat beside Steph. “Looks like they love you.” She commented.

“Could be a facade.” You shrug. “Fans are brutally honest about liking people. I guess they realized that because you've been dating for a while, then there’s nothing they can do.” She said as she watched Mitch and Matthew grab their girl's skates.

“Hi baby,” Matt said, kneeling down and tying your skates as you told him when it was tight enough. “You know you’re going to be dragging me everywhere, right?” You laugh. Matthew chuckled, “I got you.” Once your laces were fully tied, you took his hands and walked to the rink.

Matthew set foot into the ice first and took your hands, holding you tightly as you slightly wobbled in his grasp. “You doing great.” He cheered as he strides across the ice, pulling you with him. When the two of you passed close by the fans, they’d gush about how cute you two looked.

“Have I told you how gorgeous you look with rosy cheeks?” He smirked, making you blush. “I would slap your chest, but I’d probably fall.” You grunt. “And now you’re saying you’ll fall for me. How great.” He gave you a goofy smile, making you groan.

“Thank you.” You said to him. “For what?” He asked, confused. “For letting me see past the negatives. I love you.” You said quietly. “What was that?” He said, leaning down. “I love you.” “I love you too.” He responded by leaning down giving you a kiss as the other players' sticks clacked with the ice as they cheered with their partners. 

[starboundanon]

Delighted to be a fellow Trash Mammal TMl!!!

Also the protective instinct I have for you and owl is hilarious given we're all just silly adults talking about our silly fictional men on the internet but I'm still like ᕦ(ò_ó)ᕤ everytime 😂

(dw I don't go round fighting people I'm not a weird white knight person)

trash mammals unite 🤜🤛

I wish more people saw it your way, my friend. We ARE just silly little adults indulging in our silly little imaginations regarding our silly little fictional space men. This fandom, the internet and the world at large would be a better place with more people like you in it.

But I know what you mean. I consider myself a pretty chill non-confrontational person right up until some shithead shows up in Owl’s askbox. It’s less about white-knighting and more about, hey, the accessibility and anonymity of the internet has convinced people they can get away with harrassment and bullying, and that is not fucking true.

People are going to bite back and defend themselves when you start spouting toxic shit (especially when you claim it’s virtuous). I’m very adept at letting those kinds of comments roll off my shoulder, because honestly, if you’re mad enough about Star Wars fanfiction to send someone anon hate, you are a pathetic human being. Full stop. There’s no justifying it, you’re pathetic.

My patience for it ends when you send it to someone who won’t bite back, who won’t defend themselves, who can’t let it roll off their shoulder like I can. That’s when you’ve crossed a line and come hell or high water, I’m gonna make sure you know that.

[byrdbrock74]

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[blossomgrovehqs]

Não sei se é impressão minha (de tanto já vivenciar isso), mas as vezes pego p xeretar a tml ou os perfis e vejo muitos tweets sem resposta. Sei que muitos elogiaram o fato de terem conseguido conexões e gente interessada em turnar, mas se atentem mais a isso, players, antes que fique pior. Msm o tt não ajudando, tentem responder mais tweets soltos. Principalmente tweets que não sejam só do pessoal que seu perso já se aproximou/interesses românticos/alfas.

Nos últimos dias eu não percebi tanto isso, sendo sincera, mas eu acho que esse é um lembrete sempre necessário de se fazer, anon, porque muitas vezes nos vemos perdidos nas relações de nossos personagens e esquecemos dos entornos. É praticamente impossível exigir que se interaja com todo mundo na comunidade - ontem fiz uma contagem e temos 52 personagens, com 48 jogadores, então imagine o quão difícil seria a manutenção de tantos relacionamentos, caramba. Todavia, é sempre interessante sair da sua zona de conforto e ceder um pouco de atenção às outras pessoas, até porque uma mera pergunta sobre algo pode render tanto uma boa conversa quanto o início de um plot. Não sair dessa zona, nós sabemos o que é. Cuidem isso, galerinha!

[holidaywishes]

Stay Still

  Summary: Freddie has a rough game and you try to calm him down in the locker room

  Warning: smut, anger, aggressive foreplay/sex?, I guess language but that’s kind of a given

  Author’s Note: I don’t know what it says about me that I thought Freddie getting angry enough to practically break his mask was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen but I did so this is what happens. Hope you enjoy!

  masterlist

  the other masterlist

xx

  You watched Freddie as another puck snuck past him and your head fell to your hands knowing that he wasn’t going to be happy.

  “They’re pulling him!” your friend yelled beside you as you kept your head low

  “What? Shit!” you replied, looking up just in time to see him get to the bench and smash his helmet onto the ground, “I have to go down there”

  “You’re not going to get to see him” she stated and you narrowed your eyes at her before you answered

  “I know, but I have to be there for him.” She reluctantly agreed and you made your way down the stairs and out to the locker room. You stood outside the tall door, pacing back and forth, biting your nails while you waited for the guys to pile through the hallways. Every time you heard a small noise down the hallway, your head jerked in that direction but it was never them; they were loud and angry when they finally came down and you straightened your posture so fast as if you’d get in trouble. When you found Freddie’s frame in the crowd and you bit your lip waiting for him to look at you; he walked past you so furiously that the wind he created blew your hair past your shoulders.

  “He still in there?” Kristen said, finally coming back to meet you at the locker room door

  “Hey,” you sighed, eyes still focused on the door, “yeah and I can’t hear anything. It sounds completely silent. It’s freaking me out...”

  “It’ll be fine. Want me to stay?” she asked, knowing the answer

  “No. It’s probably better if it’s just me..” Kristen gave you a quick hug before heading back down the hall. You waited for a few more minutes before the guys started exiting the room and you searched for Freddie but caught Auston first

  “No No,” he tried, “he wants to be alone. Get in a cab or something, let him come to you, okay?”

  “Oh come on, Auston,” you whined, “I have to check on him”

  “He’s not a child, (Y/N)..”

  “Thank you, I know that,” you rolled your eyes, “but he is my boyfriend and I want to be there for him”

  “Be there for him at home.” You continued arguing with him for a while until the door cracked open enough for you to see Freddie on the bench and you managed to sneak in; he turned to see you and dropped his head to the ground with a sigh

  “Not now, (Y/N)” he said sadly

  “Fred...”

  “I don’t want to do this okay? We can talk later if we have to..”

  “Come on, babe,” you said, moving closer to him, your voice almost a whisper, “it’s just a game...” The second the words left your tongue, you knew it wouldn’t be received well

  “Just a game?!” he yelled, turning around to face you, his already tall body, towering over yours more and more with every step he took, “it’s also my job! And if I get pulled, or have bad games like tonight, then what the fuck happens to me?” You stepped back to try to escape the fumes coming off him but he stepped closer to you

  “That’s not wh--”

  “YOU HAVE NO FUCKING IDEA! YOU HAVE NO IDEA HOW THIS AFFECTS ME AND YOU HAVE NO GOD DAMN RIGHT TO TELL ME IT’S JUST A GAME!”

  “Freddie, please..” you tried, eyes beginning to tear up

  “WHAT DID YOU EXPECT, HUH? COMING IN HERE AFTER THAT GAME? HUH?” His raised voice filled the empty locker room and you found yourself unable to look up at him for more than a minute, your eyes squeezing shut, “WHAT? DID YOU THINK I WAS GOING TO FALL INTO YOUR ARMS AND CRY TO YOU?”

  “I JUST WANTED TO BE HERE FOR YOU!” You finally yelled back and he let go of your arm that he hadn’t realized he’d grabbed onto

  “I don’t want you here,” he said, stepping back, “go home.”

  “Oh no..” you scoffed as he sat down on the bench, “I’m not leaving. Not now. Not after that. What the fuck was that?!”

  “JUST GO!”

  “NO!”

  “(Y/N) I SWEAR IF YOU DON’T LEAVE RIGHT NOW...” he stood up from where he sat and marched over to you; body so close to yours that the rise and fall of his chest almost blocked your view of his face

  “WHAT? YOU GONNA HIT ME ANDERSEN?” you challenged, looking down at his fists just in time to see him tighten them, before you looked up at him again to challenge him, “TRY IT...”

  “(Y/N)...” Your eyes started to search his face, eventually landing on his eyes and darting between them, almost frantically. Your breathing was heavy as you waited for him to speak, catching sight of the vein popping out of his neck as you dropped your gaze for a moment to give your neck a bit of a rest, “you really should go home..” Freddie finally said, firmly but also much more relaxed than before. You still didn’t want to leave because you weren’t sure what he’d do, left to his own devices

  “I told you,” you sighed, “I’m not going anywhere.” You hadn’t realized that he had walked you back to the wall until he slammed his open hand onto the wall beside your head and you flinched at how close he got to hitting you.

  “GOD DAMN IT!” he yelled, “WHY CAN’T YOU JUST EVER LISTEN T--” your hands snaked to his neck as he screamed at you, pulling him closer to you for a deep kiss, if nothing else than to shut him up; you really were tired of the yelling. He seemed to sink into the kiss, so did you, but he still hadn’t let out his frustration which was evident by the way he picked you up and threw you against the wall, making you break the kiss long enough to let out a moan, “I get it now,” he said, “you just wanted pain.” You shook your head with a smile

  “I think you forget, Fred,” you said before kissing him slowly, peeling your lips away from his to continue your thought, “I know you. I know you needed to let off some steam...” He started to lift your shirt up when you began nibbling on his ear

  “And what?” he questioned, ripping the shirt from your body, “you’re more than happy to help?”

  “Always” you whispered, gasping at the feeling of him tossing your back against the wall. Your hands made quick work of his shirt before slowly making their way down his body, searching for the waistband of his pants but he had other thoughts in mind. He let you down from where he’d had you pinned and gritted his teeth while he looked at you, his jaw clenching with every thought that passed through his mind, “Freddie...” you whined, raspy and weak, as your fingers grazed his exposed chest, his large hand grabbing your wrist to stop you and your head slowly lifted up so you could look him in the eyes. You saw his eyes go dark before he forced you to turn around, pushing your bare chest against the cold brick wall next to the wooden stall.

  “Stay still...“ he whispered in your ear as he trailed his hands down your sides, tearing off your leggings when he reached the waistband; spreading your legs apart on his way back up your body. His hands gripped your hips tightly as you felt him push himself against your body, you turned your head to look back at him to see what he was doing -- thinking -- but he turned your head to the wall and you laughed softly. His hands continued to roam your body, squeezing your waist and neck, before eventually deciding he was ready for you; letting his pants fall to the ground, he took his member out and, without warning, thrust into you, forcing a moan from you and Freddie’s hand to cover your mouth. He bucked his hips to thrust himself deep into your core and you pushed back into him to increase the friction; he took his hand away from your mouth to push you closer to the wall, “I said stay still!” Now that his hand was away from your mouth, you could let out loud moans to fill the space and encourage Freddie’s movements

  “Fuuuu-” you started but stopped when you heard him growl, letting out a small whine. You needed him to let you make noise but he was so focused on fucking you, and letting his frustration out, that he wouldn’t allow it.

  “Fuck” he moaned while his thrusts slowed down and his grip on your hips lessened. His final pumps into you allowed his head to fall to your shoulder before he took himself out and fell against the wall beside you; you bit your lip as he stared at you, letting out a small laugh when you noticed a light blush on his cheeks. You moved around him, finding your clothes that were spread across the locker room floor and picking them up in an attempt to get dressed but, much to your surprise, Freddie wasn’t done with you yet.

  “What are you doing?” you asked as he hovered over you and coaxed you into lying on the ground. Being the dutiful girlfriend you were, and knowing that Fred needed to let out some aggression, you dealt with the itchy carpet that met your back and called for Fred to come closer to you by outstretching your arms to him; throwing your clothes to the side once more. He entered you this time with as little warning as before, only this time his fingers were assisting his movements as they circled your clit and your breaths became heaves and his turned into groans before both of you began moaning. You could feel the ecstasy building inside of you with every pass of his calloused finger on your clit and every buck of his hips, each one forming a scream inside you as you waited for his speed to increase. Breathing his name occasionally with breathless ‘oh my gods’ thrown in seemed to do the trick and his thrusts got faster. Once he decided he needed better leverage, pushing himself back onto this knees and continuing to fuck you, you were finally ready to let go

  “FUCK BABY,” you yelled, “OH MY GOD, FU--” your screams were soon silenced by Freddie’s hand squeezing your throat, not stopping his movements

  “Shhh” he breathed and you looked up at him, noticing him get off on the panicked look you must have had on your face as he choked you. You gave into it though, it was the only way it wouldn’t end badly and his hold lessened with every small orgasm you had. Soon enough, your climax washed over you so ferociously that your body shook and Freddie’s body flopped onto yours, finishing with one last pump. He got up after a few seconds and seem to grab his clothes but, when you went to do the same, he stopped you and you scoffed before he threw his sweater at you, “what’s the matter? You don’t wanna cuddle?” He said as he lay back down beside you, stretching his arm to the side so you could tuck yourself into him; you smiled and did just that

  “Can I talk now?” you joked and heard him chuckle

  “Yes, you can talk”

  “You know I’m always here for you right? Whether it’s for this or for anything but this. If you wanna talk, if you wanna scream at the top of your lungs on a mountain peak!” you joked, “whatever it is, I’m here for you. Because I love you.”

  “I know,” he said plainly, his fingers drawing on your skin, “I just didn’t want to do anything else tonight. I hated not being out there and I j--” You turned slightly and put your finger on his lips to stop him

  “I know, we don’t have to talk about it but,” you said, “can we go home and cuddle? This carpet is really starting to hurt...” He smiled and agreed, helping you up and slowly dressing you as you did the same for him, making sure you both had everything before you left the room; Freddie leaned in and whispered something in your ear from behind you and you knew it was just so he could get the last word

  “I love you, too.”

[themerlinlibrary]

Favourites Friday – Bonus New-Years Round: Fave of 2023

TML Favourites Friday round-up! New Year's Eve Bonus round (mixed!)

What is Favourites Friday? – The Basics

a different theme is announced on Friday each week; FF recs must match the theme of the week

only one FF rec per person per week/theme

FF recs must be unique within that week/theme; no double-posting the same fic for one theme!

no self-recs during regular rounds

only self-recs during self-rec rounds (last Friday of each month)

Theme for this bonus round: 2023 Favourite!

Since this is a bonus round, both regular and self-recs were permitted. Self-recs are labelled as such.

Like Every Tree Stands on Its Own by LeMightyWorrier E, 148k, Merlin/Arthur Canon Divergence, Mythology

False Hearts Know by Excited_Insomniac E, 51k, Merlin/Arthur Modern AU, Fake relationship

Arthur, Sincerely by MerlinLikeTheBird M, 49k, Merlin/Arthur Canon AU

in the arms of your protection (darling, i am yours to hold) by stolenstars T, 7k, Merlin/Arthur Canon era, Angst with a happy ending

The Neurodivergent Sorcerer's Guide to Graduating by Imagined T, 8.3k, Merlin/Arthur Modern with magic, College/Uni AU

Let's Be Winners by Mistake by Seravia E, 48k, Merlin/Arthur Modern AU

The Greater of Two Evils by N16 T, 4.9k, Merlin & Arthur (gen) Canon Era

Spit it out (Jot it down) by kirani, kiraniafterdark (kirani), NoSaladAllowed T, 3,9k, Merlin/Arthur Canon era, epistolary

Back on Track by kirani T, 5.9k, Merlin/Arthur Modern AU Self-rec

Pride by s0mmerspr0ssen E, 9k, Merlin/Arthur Modern AU, BDSM

All Things Loved and Lovesick by horsecrazy E, 90k, Merlin/Arthur Modern AU, vet

Separate Harmonies from Chords by thesongistheriver E, 12k, Merlin/Arthur Modern AU, musician and theatre Self-rec

I wish I'd known then by Zaharya T, 7.6k, Merlin/Arthur Modern AU, Roommates Self-rec

Somewhere Between the Sand and the Stardust by Cithara E, 110k, Merlin/Arthur Canon AU, Marriage of convenience

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[matsislander-blog]

Just the two of us

“Could you do an imagine where you and Freddie Andersen try for a baby💙💙” -request from @baseball-and-hockey04

I tried to make this short but?? it was impossible lol, I hope you guys like it!

Words: 2158

Warnings: Smut, unedited, pregnancy problems 

You and Freddie had been married for 3 years. Those first 3 years were filled with nothing but love, happiness and togetherness. From the day of the wedding you’d both been bombarded with the burning question, “so when are you guys gonna have your first baby?” The team wouldn’t leave you two alone about it. Mitch constantly saying he wanted you to have a baby so he could be the god father, auston and willy jumping in already assuming they’d be the god father. As funny it was to watch them argue over it, none of them actually knew the struggle you and Freddie had been going through. No matter what you guys did, how often you had sex, tracking your period and ovulation, you just couldn’t get pregnant. Whenever you’d get asked questions about a possible baby, you’d have to hide your sadness and say that you two didn’t feel ready yet. Freddie knew how upset this was making you, he felt like it was his fault that you couldn’t get pregnant. If it was up to him, you would’ve had 3 kids by now.

After every pregnancy test you’d try, they’d always come back negative. You tried not to show Freddie how upset you were, but he could definitely tell. You viewed making love as work, and it took the enjoyment and pleasure out of it. You were tired. Some days you didn’t even want to get out of bed because of how depressed you felt. You wanted to give Freddie a baby so badly, but you just couldn’t. You didn’t know what was wrong with you. You felt sad being around Freddie because you thought he would be mad that you couldn’t get pregnant, you never wanted to talk about it. You’d quietly cry yourself to sleep every night.

You woke up one morning too Freddie not beside you in bed. You sit up, rub the sleep from you eyes and look around. Where is he? You get out of bed and slowly walk down the hallway to the kitchen. There he was, grey sweatpants hanging lowly on his waist, and shirtless. He was huddled over the stove, making pancakes for the both of you. “Morning” you say as you let out a long yawn. “morning sleepyhead” he laughed back. “How’d you sleep?” he asked. “Pretty good” you responded. You jumped up and sat on the counter beside the stove, watching him cook. “I have a surprise for you today.” He says, looking over at you and smiling. “What? What is it?” you questioned. “A surprise silly, im not telling you.” he laughed. You both sat down and ate your pancakes, the want to ask what the surprise was burning inside you, but you somehow held it in. As freddie gets up to put the dishes in the sink he says, “go pack a suitcase, we’re going somewhere warm, so make sure you have everything you need.” “oh, we also need to be at the air port in 5 hours so… you better get packing” he looks over winking. “5 HOURS? Freddie oh my god.” you yell as you start to run to your shared room, rummaging your drawers and closet. After you’re all packed, you drive together to the airport and being looking for your gate. As he leads you there, you read the sign, reading that you’re going to the Maldives. “Freddie are you serious? this is too much.” “This is for us to get away from everyone, no more questions about our lives. Just you and me.” He looks at you, holding his hand out for you to grab it. He brings your hand up to his lips, giving it a light kiss. “I know how stressed out you’ve been.. I wanted to help, it hurts that there’s nothing I can do to make you feel better. We can just focus on the two of us, and share a nice get away for a few days. How does that sound” He asks. “perfect” you smile up at him.

Once you’ve landed in the Maldives and are at your hotel, Freddie tells you to dress nice because he has something planned. “Another surprise Anderson? You’re killing me.” He laughs, “just get ready (y/n).” You being to do your makeup, light and natural, and get dressed in a short red dress, with nude heels. You put your hair into a low bun and take out the front pieces and curl them. When you come out of the bathroom, Freddie’s sitting on the bed waiting for you. He’s wearing black dress pants, and a white gold shirt. “So beautiful” he says quietly walking over to you. You blush, he still gives you butterflies even after being together for years. “you look handsome” you say to him. He smiles, then grabs your hand. “Lets get going.” When you leave the hotel, you begin to walk to the road, and Freddie tugs your hand to follow him towards a pathway. “Where are we going?” you ask. “You ask a lot of questions.” Freddie says. You begin to walk down a sandy path. It’s filled with a lot of trees, and lights leading up to an open way. You look at him, caulking an eyebrow. “Where we you taking me?” “(y/n) you’re really ruining the lead up to this, just stop asking questions babe.” He laughs. “ok, ok” you huff out.When you get to the end of the pathway, there’s a huge open gazebo, sand all around. There’s light covering it everywhere, and in the gazebo is a table with 2 chairs. Rose petals all over the gazebo floor, and table. “oh my god… how?” you ask. “(y/n)” he say giving you a remindful glance. “right, sorry” you laugh. “this is incredible” you say. “Come on, let’s sit down love.” he puts his hand on your lower back, guiding you to the table. You both sit down and a waiter comes over and brings your champagne. Freddie must have had this night planned far in advance, as the waiter already knows your orders, and is bring out your meal. Once he leaves, you look at Freddie. “Thank you for this.” you say. He grabs your hand over the table, “I would do anything for you, (y/n). I hope you know that, I would do absolutely anything you needed or you asked without a question.” You feel so overwhelmed by everything you begin to cry. He stands up and comes over to you, pulling you out of your chair and into his arms. He starts to sway the two of you, and you’re dancing without any music, but it feels so comforting. “I love you, so much” you finally say. “ I love you” he says, looking down and kissing you. The kiss gets a bit more heated. “we should go back to the hotel, it’s getting dark.” he says, looking at you. “Ok, let’s go” you say, hurrying him out of there. Freddie has his hands all over you while walking back to the hotel and you can’t wait to have him all alone inside. Once you’re in the elevator, Freddie leans against the back wall, and you lean against him, with your back pressed against him. He leans down and pressed a soft kiss to your shoulder. You hum in content. He takes that as a sign to keep going, as he begins to softly kiss your collars bones, and makes it up to your neck. Then behind your ear. You let out a quiet moan. Once the door opens, you’re both practically running to your hotel room, while making out and giggling the whole way there. You’re not sure if you’re feeling tipsy off the champagne, or if you’re just drunk off of how happy you are. The second you both get into the hotel room, you’re both tearing off each others clothes and laying in the bed. He begins to kiss down your body, not missing any piece of skin. Between every few kisses he’s mumbling sweet words. “I love you” “so beautiful” “my angel”. You feel like you’re on a high. He kisses down to your waist, and takes off your panties. He kisses the inside of your thighs, and kisses you right where you want him. He starts off slow, licking your clit and sucking gently. You’re a moaning mess. All of your senses are in over drive and everything feels amazing. He begins to suck harder. “freddie” you moan. He brings his hand up to your opening, and inserts 2 fingers, twisting them around and thrusting, hard. You’re so close and he can feel it. Be picks up his pace, and licking and sucking on you clit, thrusting his fingers, hitting your g-spot you can’t even handle it. You feel like you’re going to pass out. “Fuck freddie, just like that” you moan. Be brings up his other hand to start pinching your nipple, and you’re gone. Euphoria overcomes your body, and you’re shaking with how hard you came. Fredde kisses up your body. Once he reaches your face, he kisses you chin, both your cheeks and then your forehead. He leans his forehead against yours. “I love you” he says quietly. “I love you” you respond, pulling him mouth to yours. He brings his hand down and leads the head of his cock to rest at your opening. He’s already moaning, feeling how wet you are. He slowly pushes in. You both let out a moan of relief, finally feeling each other. He starts out slow, wrapping your legs around his waist. He puts one of his hands under your head, and the other wraps around your waist. He’s holding you so close, it feels so intimate. I finally feels enjoyable. You can both let go of the stress and enjoy each other. “You feel so good” Freddie moans, “im not going to last long.” he mumbles into your neck. you run your hand through his hair, and then slowly down his back, feeling everywhere you can on him. His body feels amazing against yours. He begins to pick up the pace, he brings him hand down to start rubbing your clit. You didn’t know how close you were until you felt that contact. “Cum for me baby” he says into your ears. And with that, you let out a load moan and finish. Right after Freddie moans, “fuck” and he’s cuming inside of you. HE stays there for a second, just enjoying how close you both are. He’s just holding you, and you don’t think it’s ever felt this loving and intimate. He finally pulls out, and lifts you up, bringing you to the shower. He washes your hair for you, and washes your body. He’s really taking care of you tonight, and it feels amazing. You both get out of the shower, and into bed. He spoons against you and holds you all night.

After having the most amazing few days, sadly it’s time to return home. You feel good going home though. You’re so happy right now you could burst. That was exactly what you needed to help you feel better. Personal time with you and Freddie. Everything felt perfect. The day after you return home, it’s early in the morning. You roll over and once again, don’t feel Freddie there. You sit up, but this time feel extremely dizzy and sick. You run to the bathroom, emptying your stomach. You figure it’s just from jet lag, so you try to push the thoughts you’re having away. You walk into the kitchen to get some water, when you see a written note from Freddie. “went for a workout, be home at 9 xo”. You looked at the clock, it’ only 8:20. You have awhile before he comes home, so you begin to clean up the house and put empty both of you suitcases. But again, the knot in your stomach comes back. You go back to the bathroom, emptying your stomach again. As you’re sitting on the tile floor, you look over at the cabinet under the sink. You hesitate. I’m not pregnant. You keep saying to yourself, You’ve been through this so many times, you don’t want to disappoint yourself again. “Fuck it” you say. You reach for a pregnancy test and rip it open. After you’ve put the cap back on, and set a timer, you sit back on the floor. Hugging your legs to your chest. “you’re not pregnant, it’s ok” “don’t worry, you’ll get pregnant soon” you keep saying to yourself. Once the timer rings, signaling it’s done, you slowly stand up. You turn off the timing and turn towards to test. You’re stomachs in knots again, you feel like you’re gonna be sick from the stress. “it’s ok” you keep saying to yourself. You pick up the test and slowly flip it over. You gasp in shock, tears pouring down your face.

“pregnant”