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The Fire in the Sin

Chapter 25 - A Place To Put Your Pain

Word count: 7,465. Read on AO3. Series Masterlist. <- Previous Chapter.

Summary: some last smut and fluff before the battle. Trigger warnings: overstimulation, unable to orgasm, drunk sex. If you've made it this far into the series, you should know what kind of demon sex these two get up to, it's definitely MDNI kind of content.

Series Summary

In the 1950's, Alastor met the woman he would eventually marry but unfortunately his Radio Demon persona went for her soul rather than her hand. He has to learn what it means to love, and cherish, without possessing and he does. Their relationship is beautiful, strong, unbreakable . . . but he carries a dark secret through their marriage for decades until eventually he has to face the consequences of that secret and leave her, without warning, for seven years. He returns, finding her at the Hazbin Hotel, and has to convince her to forgive him, while being literally bound to secrecy, unable to tell her any of things he now is desperate to explain to her.

(This is a duel timeline fic, timestamps will be a the top of every chapter.)

Chapter 25 - A Place To Put Your Pain

They landed clumsily in their bed together, a soft ooooof leaving her lips as the back of her head sunk into the comforter beneath her. Alastor was above her, his mouth wet and warm against her throat, his body heat radiating into hers and she realized then they were both completely naked.

His hands roamed her body, clumsy and needy, grasping her breasts or her thighs, stroking her ribs or tugging at her hair. Her legs were dangling awkwardly off the edge of the bed and as Mina tilted her head to the side to expose the side of her neck that Alastor was so eagerly sucking on, she saw they were strewn across the bed sideways.

As drunk as he was, his cock was already impressively hard between her legs, teasing between the joint of her thigh and her sex as he pressed himself against her.

Mina raked her nails across his scalp, running her fingers up the back of his head until she could grasp his antlers and pull his mouth back to hers, claiming his lips hungrily. She didn’t really believe either of them would die tomorrow, there was an odd lack of fear in her bones when she thought of the upcoming battle, but the anticipation still had her on edge and she felt it turning into a desperate need for Alastor that felt akin to being in heat again. Less hormonal and less about the feral desire to be bred; it was even more basal than that. Every single one of her senses were craving him. She needed to feel every inch of his body against hers, to taste his desire for her in the sweat that glistened on his skin, to hear the shaky way his voice would break when he said her name, to smell the sweet and Earthy scent of wilderness when she pressed her face into his hairline, and most of all, she wanted to see him come undone at her touch.

And even through his whiskey induced stupor, the way his tongue was dancing against hers, how tightly his fingers were pressed into her skin, Mina got the impression he felt exactly the same way.

She was soaking wet between her legs already, her desire erupting out of her in a way not even her alcohol consumption could damper, and when his fingers found her slit, he quickly had her clit and every bit of her folds coated with her slick.

Alastor played with her pussy in a slow, lazy way at first, letting two fingers stroke each of her folds inside and out, occasionally going high enough to circle her clit and low enough to just brush against the edge of her ass. It was wonderful. It was torture. And she was already embarrassingly close.

She whimpered against his mouth and gave an irritated love nip to his bottom lip.

“I need you,” she growled when she felt his smirk and pulled away to glare at the audacity of him to laugh at the desire that he had caused.

“You have me,” he replied cooly, his eyes glowing mischievously red and he slipped a solitary finger inside her core, giving her a couple subtle strokes before abandoning her once more to return to his game.

“All of you,” she panted, thinking of his cock that she could still feel against her thigh, hard and ready for her.

“But I could do this all night,” he said, letting her clit slip between his two fingers, back and forth, the pressure so nearly perfect if he just pressed his fingers together she would come undone in seconds. “I love the way you feel when you’re this wet,” he licked along her jaw, nuzzling his nose into the top of her neck. “So soft and silky,” he bit lightly on her pulse and mercifully his two fingers finally came together, pushing into her clit as they began working it with rapid circles. “Perfect and entirely mine.”

She arched her back, crying out with relief and pleasure, as he built her up into an orgasm that washed over her body quickly and was over in just a brief few seconds, leaving her instantly wanting another.

“But I do love to watch you cum for me,” he said when she opened her eyes again.

Oh he was in a mood tonight. Teasing and dirty talking, things almost always reserved for when he was in a rut which was still months away, and yet there he was, a devilish glint in his eyes telling her this night was far from over.

Her own smile was ravenous as she shoved at his shoulders, rough enough to successfully make him lose his precarious balance on the edge of the bed, but he quickly recovered and stood up. She followed his movements, sitting up and meeting the now irritated but still heated desire in his eyes.

“You think you can act like that just because I said you were pretty?” she asked, taking his erection in hand and ever so lightly kissing its tip as she pumped him slowly. “When you know how much I need this beautiful cock inside of me tonight?”

His hand snatched a handful of her hair, his sharp claws grazing painful across her scalp, but she resisted the tug as she pressed several more kisses along his shaft.

“When I know you love how this cock looks when its stuffed inside me?” she licked him from base back to tip and then pulled away completely, letting her hand fall to her side as she scooted back further up the mattress and splayed her legs wide for him.

She could feel the puddle she had left on the comforter beneath her, knew there was an enticing sticky trail following her, making her pussy shine and glisten, a welcome invitation for his eyes to take full view of.

“When you and I both know you can make me cum better than that?” she challenged and he reacted immediately, grabbing her by the underside of her knees and pulling her back to the edge of the bed. He let go of one leg for a moment, just to line himself with her entrance before slamming into her, and then he was forcing her legs wider and back until her knees were to her chest.

“Be careful what you wish for, my dear,” he said, furthering his threat with a vicious thrust that she could hear as well as feel.

“You are my wish. Now get down here.” She had him again by the antlers and pulled him down until his chest was pressed against hers. He let go of her legs, allowing her to wrap them around his ribs, as he braced himself on his forearms and sank his body fully into hers.

There were fewer words spoken after that and the room filled with the sounds of their heavy breathing, mixed in occasional moans or gasps of pleasure, Mina’s lusty little whimpers increasing in tempo the closer she got to her next orgasm.

Alastor kept his forehead pressed to hers, leaving almost no space between their bodies, and she could smell the whiskey on his breath, the rye that she would forever associate with him. His eyelids were heavy over his eyes, drunk from his drink and his desire. Occasionally the black tip of a lock of his hair would fall in way that would tickle her neck or the top of her shoulder. Every time he lifted his hips to pull away, she could feel the drag of his cock inside her walls, just for him to return to her, pushing himself roughly back inside her until they were so close, her entire sex was covered by his flesh. His rhythm was a little clumsy, the only real indicator of how intoxicated he was, but the irregularity of it was indescribably perfect. It made it hard to predict when the next brush of his body against her clit would come, how quickly he would rock his hips against hers, or how deeply the next push of his cock inside her would reach.

Having already cum once and her own state of drunkenness still building, Mina’s next orgasm took its time arriving, but she was enjoying herself enough not to mind. Every part of Alastor felt so right, so perfect, against her overheating body that she didn’t want this moment to ever end. But she was getting close now, her body tightening against her wishes, and she turned her head so that she could kiss and suck on Alastor’s neck, wanting to feel him shudder and groan from a well-placed love bite when she came.

She opened her eyes and saw his shadow on the ceiling above them, its menacing smile stretched wide and glowing green as it loomed over them, watching Alastor fuck her from above. Mina gasped in surprise at it, wondering how long it had been there, and it seemed to acknowledge her eye contact; smiling wider and stretching itself out even further over them, almost as if it were trying to peel itself away from the ceiling and reach for her . . .

Mina came, her body spasming hard around Alastor cock, and she squeezed her eyes shut, clinging tightly to her husband and pressing her face into the crook of his neck, trying to shut out the image of his shadow and the uncomfortable amount of desire she had felt from looking at it just then. When she dared to open her eyes after several moments, it was gone, either having rejoined with Alastor or disappearing into the recesses of the room, which is what it normally did when her and Alastor were intimate. It had never once shown interest in either of them during their love making and the sudden change in its behavior unnerved her, but her reaction to it unnerved her more.

She wondered if Alastor had been aware of it; he was connected to his shadow in ways that Mina would never be able to comprehend, but she did know they had a strange ability to read each other’s emotions and thoughts. It was a part of his soul, after all – a manifestation of his subconscious self. But she decided then she wouldn’t bring it up unless it happened again.

Tonight she wanted to focus on him, on all the lovely ways he would find to fuck her brains out. And her ability to read him told her he hadn’t been anywhere near close. In fact, she had been so lost in her thoughts about his shadow, she hadn’t quite realized he had never stopped pounding into her; only slowing his rhythm down ever so slightly when she came but now he was building her back up again.

Alastor was a master of this, of riding the currents of her last orgasm and using it to keep her going. He would slow his pace for just a little while, paying close attention to the tightness in her body and the sounds she was making, waiting for the little whimpers of overstimulation to turn back into the breathy sighs of building pleasure, and then he would begin to ram into her harder than before.

Mina held on tight, crying out with each slide of his cock inside her, begging him to keep going just like this, until she was seeing stars and her entire world existed of nothing but the man above and inside of her. She curled herself up underneath him, angling her hips upwards while leaning her head forward, letting him slam into her pussy at a more devastating angle while she bit down on his shoulder. He grunted in approval at the pain and the moment she tasted his blood on her tongue she came again, the only thing stopping her scream being the mouthful of his flesh she had her teeth clamped around.

He pulled out of her once her orgasm had passed, his cock wet and still very hard against her stomach as he kissed her, chasing the taste of his own blood as his tongue delved into her mouth and sucked on her lips. Mina couldn’t stop the purring that burst forward from her throat at the sudden switch to tender affection, her body grateful for the brief reprieve from the aggressive fucking she just took, especially because judging by the state of him, Alastor still wasn’t close to finished.

Once again, she was reminded of his rut, but the difference was he would and could cum often and easily when in rut, he just had zero to little refractory period then. This was a case of whiskey dick at its finest; not too drunk to get it up but numb enough that his own orgasm would evade him for quite a while. Her swollen and puffy cunt throbbed at the thought of it, a mix of delight and concern at how much more cock it would have to take before the night was over.

Several minutes later, they were still on round four. Mina was on her knees this time, her hips lifted as high as they could go, her back flexibly curved so that her chest was resting on the bed beneath her, each thrust Alastor made into her rocking her forward and making her claw into the blankets below her, trying to hold off her next orgasm by sheer stubborn will alone.

This was far from her favorite position; it was still lovely and made her climax hard and fast every time; the sweet drag and push of his cock inside her impossible to ignore, making her drip down her slit, coating her thighs and her clit, and she did enjoy being so completely at Alastor’s mercy like this. But he was so far away when she was knelt like this before him. With him behind her, she couldn’t hold him, kiss him, run her fingers along his skin, or hold on tight to shoulders or antlers. Almost all the intimacy she was craving was gone in this position, but it was one Alastor found great pleasure in.

She knew he loved the visual of it, getting to watch every inch of his length as he moved inside of her, her sex on full view for him so he could properly see just how wet and swollen he could make her. Mina kept her tail lifted high and to the side, encouraging him to appreciate the full view of just how lovely his cock made her feel; how tight her walls could grip his width, how deeply her pussy could take him, how wet she could get him, even down to his base, as he fucked her senseless.

His pleasure was so closely tied to her own, he struggled to enjoy himself unless he knew she was, too. Alastor needed to see her, hear her, to know he was unravelling her in order to get off, and Mina was doing her best to lean into her pleasure for him, and rock her own hips back into him, and make those debauched and wanton noises for him, but it was making her so fucking close and she didn’t want to cum this time without him.

So of course he decided to amp things up.

She felt the cool tendrils of his tentacles begin coursing up her back, slithering first down her spine, before more were wrapping around her hips and her shoulders. They covered her in seconds, giving her that flesh on flesh contact she so greatly lusted after. One pulled her hair back from her neck, stroking the flesh their rather than choking her like they usually did, and then reached for her mouth, pausing at the partition of her lips as if for permission and she opened her mouth eagerly, letting the appendage slide and undulate across her tongue before she wrapped her lips tightly around its width, sucking on it with as much lusty enthusiasm as she would Alastor’s cock. She heard him gasp and groan behind her, the slamming of his cock deep inside her getting harder and more insistent, and she took the tenacle in further, letting it hit the back of her throat, knowing Alastor could feel every inch of the delicious darkness inside her warm and willing mouth.

And then more tentacles went for her erogenous zones, two pinching and twisting at her nipples while another one began sliding across her clit and Mina was done for. With her eyes squeezed shut, she had no way of knowing just how many shadows she had wrapped around her but she could feel them everywhere, holding her in their tight embrace, toying with her body and pushing her over the edge even has she bobbed her head and sucked on the one fucking her mouth.

She came again, her cunt clenching down painfully on the fat width of Alastor’s cock, having completely lost herself and her mind to the feel of his essence all around her. This one shook her body for close to a minute, Alastor’s slow drawn out drags of his cock inside her drawing out her orgasm to the limits of what her body was capable of giving her, prolonging it until she was completely spent and limp beneath him.

The tentacles became slack around her, as did Alastor’s claws that had been gripping into her hips, giving her reprieve enough to pull away, crawling a couple paces on her hands and knees until she felt his cock slip out of her and she could twist around and raise herself up until she was in the same position as he was; upright on her knees and chest to chest with.

“Oh you poor thing,” she mused as she ran her fingers over his taught muscles, kissing along his chest and feeling the tension all along his back, ribs, and abdominal muscles. He was never going to finish in the state he was in. Frustrated with himself, overstimulated, and blinded by his own drunken mood. Gone was the jovial side of him that she had seen earlier, even the adoring sleepy lust that had hooded his expression earlier was missing. Every bit of him, from his smile to his ligaments, were pulled as tight as a bow string. She looped her arms around his waist, giving his tail a soft, lazy stroking as she leaned up and kissed along his jaw line. “Let me help you.”

“Mina-“ he began to protest, and she shushed him before he could get on his bullshit. She knew every excuse that would pass through his lips, his ego bigger and more demanding than the cock that was still sporting what must be a painfully hard erection.

She continued her affections to his tail as she pressed her torso against him, lightly running her fingers through his fur as she kissed him. He was hesitant at first, still tense and irritated, but the longer she teased him, the more she felt him relaxing against her. As much as she wanted to, she ignored the throbbing member between their bodies, feeling it twitch against her flesh, eager for more attention and she let that need build until she knew the threat of numbing overstimulation had finally passed.

Alastor’s mouth became more demanding against her own, his tongue delving deep between her lips, stroking against hers with his teeth occasionally nipping painfully down until she could taste the metallic tang of her own blood. All the while she stroked his tail, letting his desire build and build, and she even dared to run her fingers through the very top of his ass crack, smirking against his lips every time she felt him shudder beneath his touch.

She finally gave in and took his shaft in hand, feeling the bit of precum leaking out of it as she used the pad of her thumb to smear it over his tip, and she knew he was good and ready for more.

Mina purred and broke the kiss, slowly stroking his cock as she nuzzled her nose against his. With a pleading look in her eyes and a well-timed flutter of her lashes, she pleaded for him to lay on his back for her, knowing it would have the desired affect on him.

She crawled over his body, letting her legs cage in his hips and pinning his warm and velvety smooth length underneath her core, not inside her but nestled between her folds.

He groaned and shifted beneath her, unused to the feeling of being teased in this manner, and reached his arms up to grab her.

“Ah ah ah,” she said, taking his hands off her body and lacing her fingers through his own. She leaned forward, pushing his arms down as she did so until they were forced into the pillows on either side of his head.

He chucked a little, tilting his head as he analyzed this new dominating persona she was taking on.

“You’re adorable,” he said with a smirk, “thinking you can hold me down.”

She kissed him quickly and tightened her grip on his hands.

“You’ll stay put,” she said and ground her hips down, letting her sex slide up and down his shaft, her clit rubbing against the bulging tip in a way that had them both gasping a little. “If you want me to let you cum inside me.”

“Darling-“ he tried to warn but she abruptly stopped her movements, making him huff with frustration.

“Or I can just keep doing this,” and when she felt him relax she began rocking against him again. “Make you cum all over yourself. I bet you look even prettier all messy and wet like that.”

“Let me up,” he growled but she could feel his cock twitching through her slick and swollen lips and knew he was enjoying this more than he wanted to be.

She moaned, a throaty slutty loud moan, just the way she knew he liked her to.

“But this feels so good, Al’” she said, pressing down harder and feeling his cock and balls becoming even more soaking wet and she slid over him with perfect ease. “You’re so thick and hot for me, it feels amazing against my clit just like this.”

She rocked even quicker, pushing his hands down firmly into the pillows, and she didn’t have to fake the sounds coming from her throat.

“Fuck,” he hissed against her ears as she buried her face into his neck and he began to lift his hips as he joined her rhythm.

“Hmmm, you do like this, don’t you love?” she said, her voice affected by the vibration of her purrs that she kept going, knowing the vibration of it against his chest turned him on.

“You’re a fucking tease,” he said between heaving breaths, his voice laced with anger and undeniable desire.

“Oh, but you’re so close now, aren’t you?”

He stayed silent, the flash of red in his scowling eyes the only confirmation she needed.

She laughed again, pressing her lips to his until she felt him give in and kiss her back. He reached up and bit her hard on the neck when she broke the kiss, drawing blood in long shallow lines across her throat when she pulled away more quickly than he could let go.

“You’re lucky I like that,” she said, squeezing his hands in warning. Still, he kept his arms where she had put them, pinned beneath her weight and unable to touch her.

“You expect too much of me,” he said and sat up, her strength nothing compared to his and he had his hands untangled from hers and wrapped around her hips before she could get a word of protest out.

Mina tried to pout at him ruining her little game, but as her fingers laced through his hair and she felt his cock still pressed against her, even now that Alastor was siting upright with his chest to her, she felt her smile betray her giddiness at his sudden show of eagerness for her.

He grabbed handfuls of her ass, his claws digging into the swell of her flesh as he pulled her roughly to him.

“I’m going to cum in you now and you know it, so you might as well get on with it,” he said, his voice dangerously low and demanding, making her body ache for the feel of him inside her once more. If he told her to sit and spit in that tone of voice, she would have.

She braced herself on his shoulder with one hand while she used the other to hold his cock in place as she slid herself over him, impaling herself on his length until she felt him pushing against the ends of her depths.

“Good girl,” he praised and snapped the fingers of one hand. A vibrator appeared in his grasp and he held it up before her. “Now we’re going to do the rest of this my way. You know what to do.”

Mina took the toy from him and turned it on, pressing it to herself and immediately feeling her final orgasm building. Alastor leaned his weight back on one hand while the other came up to cup her breast, kneading the round flesh and pinching her taught and erect nipple between his thumb and index finger. The blood from the bite he had marked her with was oozing two long red trails down her front and he spread the liquid with his fingers, coating the pale flesh of her breast with his fingertips crimson the heavy swell of her tit bounced against his palm.

He kept his eyes on where they were joined, watching her rub the vibrator over her clit as she bounced on his cock, acting for all the world like a passive spectator while somehow keeping his control over her.

“That’s it,” he sighed, the static in his voice increasing as he neared his own finish, his eyes never once darting from the view of her pussy sliding up and down his shaft.

Mina knew he could feel the vibrations through her body and along his cock and she turned up the speed and cried out as the sting of it hit her clit, and he moaned a guttural, static filled sound as the sensation hit his entire length at once. He came just a few seconds later, his seed hitting the deepest part of her walls in several hot spurts, and she kept riding him until she could feel his essence leaking out of her. Just as she could feel him finally softening inside of her, she came one last time, holding the vibrator against herself until the last spasms faded away and she could take no more.

They fell back into the mattress together, lips clumsily finding each other, fingers tangled in each other’s hair, and in a drunken, post-orgasmic stupor, made out on top of the comforter for several long, mindless minutes, the mess between their bodies all but forgotten as they lost track of all time and senses, other than what they could find in each other.

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Normally one or both of them would crash after such an intense round of love making but sleep wouldn’t come to either of them.

Mina was curled up into Alastor’s side, her head low on his chest, with her cheek pressed against his sternum and the thump thump thump of his heart beating beneath her ear. Normally she couldn’t hear its beating over the sound of her own purring, but the soothing vibrations wouldn’t come to her.

Alastor’s nails dragged gently up and down her spine, occasionally taking the ends of a lock of her hair and twisting it around his fingers, idly showing her affection as his mind drifted off somewhere other than their bedroom.

She could feel the restlessness radiating off him, the silent frequency of his power like an impossibly low hum just beneath his skin, though he stayed still and relaxed beneath her. His signs of agitation were far too subtle for anyone but her to pick up on and if she hadn’t been so awake herself, she might have missed them. Mina wondered what had his mind so troubled but figured it was all about the battle that loomed just on the other side of the coming sunrise.

Her mind was tormented by other things.

We trusted him. We trusted you.

It had just been a stupid fucking dream, she told herself, willing Charlie’s voice in her head to be quiet.

Scenes of the empty, darkened hotel flashed across her eyes, only becoming clearer when she squeezed her eyelids shut.

Do you really think I would have voluntarily left you?

Alastor had asked her that the day he had first returned. She had felt some relief at the implication that he had been taken from her rather than willingly left, but now the idea of it terrified her more than anything. If it had happened once, it could happen again. And the first time had been horrible enough, she didn’t think she could go through it again. He kept telling her it would all be worth it in the end, but would it? She was far from certain and didn’t understand how he could say that. Unless Abaddon was right, and Alastor still didn’t regret his deal.

Ask him, I dare you.

Mina took in a long, deep breath, feeling the question rising up in her chest like boiling water, burning and scalding her throat before the words even left her lips but Alastor spoke first.

“I need to you help me keep Charlie away from Adam tomorrow. If the wards fall, and he gets involved, you must stay down below with her while I fight him alone.”

She sat up slowly, feeling her cheek still flushed red and warm from where it had been resting against him, and turned her scowl towards the bayou and away from him. Her exhale left her in a heated, quick huff, her agitation ready at the surface before she found her words.

“Not a chance,” she said firmly, the false calm in her voice doing little to hide her disappointment in him.

“You have to.”

“Alastor, I did not go back to Abaddon, agree to go back to work, drag my friends into this mess, your bloody mess, in order to get my powers back, just for you to push me aside when I’m most capable of helping you.”

She turned and looked at him over her shoulder and grew even more furious when she saw he wasn’t nearly as agitated by this conversation as she was. He looked as matter of fact as ever, his smile just an easy thin line and his eyes almost disinterested in what she had to say.

“If you really want to help me, you will help Charlie.”

Mina scoffed at him, hating these vague conversations with him more than ever.

“That doesn’t make a lick of sense.”

“If Charlie and Adam go face to face tomorrow- ”

She spun around, turning on him before he could finish his sentence.

“The only reason Charlie would fight Adam tomorrow is if he kills you. I’m not letting that happen.”

“Of course you’re not, because it won’t come to that.”

“Then why- ”

“Mina,” he finally sat up, grabbing her face in his hands and making her stare him down. “I wouldn’t let either of us be there tomorrow if I thought there was a chance I would be giving up everything I’ve worked towards and that includes you and I. So just fucking listen to me for once. Please.”

“Do you even want me here tomorrow?” she countered.

“No, not really,” he answered quickly, his eyes narrowing at her. “I’m still counting on Abaddon showing up and dragging you kicking and screaming away from here and holding you hostage in The Pit until this is all over.” His eyes darted away from her for just a second. “But they won’t agree to that. But it’s fine, really,” he lay back, lacing his fingers behind his head and looking up at the ceiling. “I have back up plans to my back up plans when it comes to tomorrow. Really, dear, you shouldn’t worry. As long as you do as I say, everything will work itself out.”

“I hate you when you’re this way,” she spat out, feeling her throat tighten and swell with her anger, that annoying threat of tears to come burning her face and flushing it red.

He stiffened next to her, visibly stung by her words.

“You do not,” he said quietly.

“Why shouldn’t I?! The last time you talked to me like this you disappeared. My life, our life, was ruined and the only thing you told me before you did that to us was to listen to you!”

“That was not all I said to you that day.” He sat up again, wrapping his arms around her and pressing a kiss to the side of her head. She pulled away, just a little, but not enough to leave his embrace. “I know because I remember. I can recall every second I spent with you that morning. And this is nothing compared to that. This is easy compared to that, ma cher.”

“Nothing about this is easy,” she scooted away down the bed and turned to look at him. “You’re getting everything you want, aren’t you? Whatever benefits you got from your deal, your status, your power . . . me. You think everything we lost is worth it. There’s not a single fucking atom in your being that regrets for a second what you did to me, is there?”

He sat back, stunned and at a loss for words. Not even his smile could hide the pain her words had caused him and she couldn’t stand to see it. How dare he feel any kind of shock or indignation at her accusation when it was so painfully obvious? She watched him swallow, knowing he was fighting down a reaction to the hurt, and she turned away, afraid to see what would come next. If he cried in front of her again, like he had several weeks ago, like she knew he nearly had that morning, she would break.

Her thighs were still sticky from their lovemaking, her chest and shoulders still covered in dried streaks of blood from his bite mark, and it was suddenly too much. She needed to be clean, to remove any traces that just a few minutes prior to this conversation, they had been happy enough to lose themselves in their love for each other.

“Ma cher- ” she heard his broken voice say, felt the mattress shift behind her as if he was reaching for her, but she stood, pulling the blanket with her and wrapping her nude body with it, blocking her skin and her soul from his gaze as she stormed off into the bathroom, making sure to the slam the door hard behind her.

She wiped at herself with a damp washcloth, angrily swiping away the tears that blurred her vision as she did so. The bedroom on the other side of the door was quiet and she was relieved for once that he hadn’t chased after her.

Mina was just wringing out the excess water from another rag in the sink and bringing it to her neck and chest when his shadow appeared on the wall in front of her.

“Go away,” she hissed through her teeth, feeling her ears pin back against the top of her head.

She watched as its eyes darted to the door and it moved in that direction a few inches before pulling back to the wall beside the mirror, fixing its hard gaze back on her.

It was telling her to go back out there, that Alastor was hurting and needing her. She knew that, but shook her head in defiance.

“He’s not my problem right now,” she said dismissively, wiping away the blood across her chest.

Its expression turned instantly to that of fury, its toothy smile spreading in a way that looked more like it was stretching its mouth wide to devour her, and suddenly the lights in the bathroom shut off, bathing her in darkness.

Mina held her breath, knowing what would come next.

In a brightly lit room, Alastor’s shadow was at its weakest. It could only cast itself on two-dimensional objects, but in a dim room it could lift a hand out, capable of brushing its form against her flesh in a soft caress. It could even wrap its fingers around her enough to transport her somewhere. But in a completely blackened room such as this, it could become solid. It had often held her while she slept, wrapping its limbs around hers as real as Alastor’s own flesh, and she had even sworn a time or two that she could feel its breath against her skin.

Her heart pounded, a rushing of blood in her chest, a throbbing she could feel in the veins of her throat, a roaring she could hear in her ears. For the first time, she felt real, paralyzing fear of Alastor’s shadow, worried that it might lash out at her of its own accord for hurting its master.

The touch that reached for her face was gentle. Cool, slender fingers caressed her cheeks and thumbs brushed away the streaks of her tears, and something like a forehead pressed against her own. She closed her eyes in relief at the tender embrace and when she opened them again, the green glow of its eyes and smile illuminated the room just enough for her to take in the shape of it.

It looked identical to Alastor in way that truly took her breath away. Its features were exactly like his, down to the sharp angles of his cheek bones and the little points of his antlers and ears above.

She had only a moment to register how eerily identical it was to her husband before she lost herself in its glowing eyes, suddenly overcome with emotions that were not her own.

Pain.

She sucked in a breath as it hit her, the force and depth of the emotions that Alastor had been keeping at bay.

There was love for her, for his mother, for Niffty and Rosie, but above all, it was just various forms of pain. The pain of loss, a deep seeded insecurity, and a devasting amount of fear. Fear of losing more, of not being enough, of what he was without his power, of failing, and a desperate, driving need to push forward, to keep going in order to make it all go away, to be strong enough to be able to forever cling to the things that make it all worth it. A pain caused by a mix of all that fear and an incredible amount of loneliness. She could feel how much his heart ached for her to be near, how much it shattered him every time they fought. And something, a force that made him feel like he was being torn in two, that left what felt like a gaping hole in her heart, something that he was being pulled towards while also trying with all his might to cling to her . . .

The lights flicked back on and his shadow was gone, leaving her alone in the room and trying to catch her breath.

Mina covered her mouth to stop the sob that nearly screamed out of her. It wasn’t guilt or shame that coursed through her then, but an immense amount of gratitude and relief. She had needed to feel what Alastor was feeling, had needed confirmation that whatever his reasons were, he had been just as hurt by the last seven years as she had, and his shadow had known how to give that to her. Had been the only thing that could really show her that whatever had happened, whatever was going to happen, the last thing Alastor wanted was to lose her.

Fae had been wrong, they had both been wrong, when they had assumed Alastor was too arrogant to imagine her ever leaving him. When in fact, it was one of his biggest fears and not just since his return. The ability to feel how much he wanted her to be a part of his life, to know his thoughts and whims, and to be held back from that, to be forced to keep her at an arm’s reach when it came to everything his deal touched in their lives, was hurting him as much as it was hurting her. Maybe even more, because he could handle his own pain, but could barely even face the idea of causing her any.

Mina waited in the bathroom just long enough for her breathing to slow down and her racing heart to settle before she went back out into the bedroom, the washrags and comforter forgotten on the floor behind her.

Alastor was still sitting on the edge of the bed, leaning forward with his head in his hands. She could see right away that he wasn’t in the thralls of another panic attack; his breathing was normal and he was quiet. He just looked exhausted and defeated, his ears drooping pathetically downwards and even his tail looked limp and small as it curled its short length towards the side.

He looked up at her as she approached and though she could see a subtle sheen of unshed tears in his eyes, his face was free of any telltale streaks, though his cheeks were flushed a little red from the effort of holding them back.

Still both completely nude, Mina unashamedly climbed into his lap, pulling his arms around her hips and hugging him to her and he willingly melted against her. She cradled his head, mindful of his antlers beneath her chin, and held his face to her breast. There was nothing sexual in their naked intimacy now, just a need to be as close to each other as possible.

“I love you,” she whispered to him, caressing one ear and placing a kiss to the very tip of it.

He shook his head, his antlers raking across her collarbone, and the fur of his ears tickling the bottom side of her chin.

“I’m so sorry,” he said, gripping her by the shoulder blades and holding her tightly to him.

“I know.”

He shook his head again.

“I can’t tell you. I keep trying, I keep trying so hard to tell you why everything is the way it is and it’s driving me insane. I get angry and then you get angry and I- ”

“Al’,” she said sternly and leaned away, tilting his chin up by her hand to make him look at her. “I know. I’m sorry, too.”

He stared up at her, those ruby eyes shining with hope and adoration for her, highlighted by his red tinted eyelids and heavy black eyebrows and lashes and she smiled down at him, thinking he really was incredibly pretty. Everything about him, from his looks, to his personality, to his mannerisms, were a very strange and conflicting mix of masculine and feminine and made him so very perfect for her.

“I love you,” he choked out, bringing her forehead back down to rest against his. “I don’t regret anything yet because I still do believe it’ll all be worth it in the end but that is only if I don’t lose you. If that happens, none of it will be worth it. I’ll regret every move I’ve made since the day I killed my father.”

She watched one solitary tear roll down his cheek and wiped it away and kissed his forehead. He chuckled, a bitter laugh lacking all humor, and the warmth of his breath ghosted against the skin of her neck.

“I’m too drunk for this,” he said and when she met his eyes against, she noticed the shaking of his pupils as he focused his sight on her and realized he was indeed still absolutely langered.

“You’ll never lose me,” she said, kissing him on the lips and then on the corner of one eye, feeling the dampness on his lashes and the salty taste of the one tear he had let fall. “Never ever. I promise.”

His head fell forward, back into her embrace, all of his energy having left him.

“Oh, my dear, take if from a deal maker,” he said, his voice becoming flat and dull. “Don’t make promises you can’t keep.”

Next Chapter ->

@inuhalfdemon @saccharine-nectarine @whoknowswhoiamtoday @redvexillum @visara-valentina @reath-solia

#hazbin hotel #hazbin alastor #hazbin hotel alastor #alastor hazbin hotel #alastor fanfiction #alastor the radio demon #alastor x oc #alastor #alastor smut #the radio demon #alastor fic #the fire in the sin

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kookieswan · 1 year

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Red Light - Star Crossed Lovers

Nightmare!Hoseok x Psychologist!Reader

Word Count: 2.5k

Genre: Horror AU, Monster AU, Psychological horror, lots of Angst but there’s some Fluff tossed in.

Warnings: OOOOOF. Talk of major character death, mentions of killing/stabbing. Blood/gore. Mental trauma. It should be noted that this story will contain themes of horror/psychological horror and also explore obsessive behaviors and codependency. Many characters are morally gray. Please be warned!

Summary: Hoseok tries his best to answer your questions (and console you) as you attempt to climb out of the rabbit hole.

Notes: This takes place the day after Silent Smile and will have a ‘prequel’ so to say! Buckle the fuck up homies because we’re going on a wild ride ✨

This is Part 34 of the Red Light series. Find the Masterlist here ♥️

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“I have so many questions…” You stumble into Hoseok’s room, the man already standing at the wall of his cell. He looks at you with wide black eyes, a full on grin on his face as you nearly face plant. You take your white coat off, tossing it to the side before plopping down on the chair directly in front of him.

“And I have answers; I’m ready and willing to discuss anything you have to ask about dearest. I will not hide from you, especially after yesterdays happenings; your thoughts have been very loud.” You squint at him, finally noting that he’s on full display. His jumpsuit is hanging off his hips, his undershirt completely gone and leaving his bare chest on show. Dark wings flex behind him, the cracking a comfort.

“I think it’s time for me to dig a little deeper into my patients history, if that’s alright with you. I want to know more.” You thought about it all night long, not being able to sleep in the slightest. You probably look fully unhinged, dark circles under your eyes, clothes rumpled ever so slightly as Jungkook’s words ring throughout your head. If Hoseok noticed, he doesn’t say a word.

“About…?” He leaves it hanging in the air, and you can’t decide it it’s sweet or not. You know that he knows, and so you stare at him for a second, your face less than enthused.

“You already know.” The Nightmare actually laughs then, a small chuckle that makes the tension melt just a little. He tilts his head, leaning properly against the wall separating you now. You try to ignore the way his jumpsuit dips down on his hips just a bit more, the skin peaking and beckoning.

“I do, but it would be terribly rude of me to just assume everything that might come out of your pretty mouth, no?” Blinking at him owlishly, you suppose… That he’s right. Just because he can hear your thoughts doesn’t mean he can assume that you want to act on everything that runs through your head. You’re lucky he’s being so patient while your mind remains in crumbles.

Sitting back in your chair, you kiss your teeth lightly, a thoughtful look on your face. You’ll just have to say it then, just be blunt, because it’s the only way you’ll make any progress. Hoseok waits patiently, wings stretching and retracting as he breathes deeply.

“… I want to know more about Nightmares in general but also I just want to know more about you Hoseok. I know it’s a lot to ask and it can be less than pleasant to relive certain things but-” Cutting yourself off, you look at him pleadingly. He blinks once then nods, not seeming completely turned off by the idea. However, his voice does come out slightly guarded.

“You’re sure? Truthfully, I’m concerned about how you might feel after learning about my history. I will give you answers of course, I just want to make sure that you really want them.” It’s sweet, he’s sweet; he’s trying to protect you even now. Even when you’ve fallen this deep down the rabbit hole. Giving him a small smile, you try not to reveal how terribly endeared you are by the scary Nightmare man.

“It doesn’t matter how I feel, it matters how you feel. As your psychologist, and as your- your lover, it’s important that I listen to anything you wish to share. But please, only share what you want to darling.” Lover must have been a good choice, it’s easy to see just how much Hoseok’s smile grows after you say it, but then it goes bashful at the mention of darling. He hums quietly to himself, tilting back to look at the ceiling.

“… I became a Nightmare a long time ago. I trust my very intelligent Doctor has a theory as to how this may have occurred?” Became…? A billion different possibilities run through your mind, but no clear answer comes forward. No one really knows how Nightmares come to be, the whole thing a complete mystery, but you’ve done hours, days of research.

“Well, after what I’ve researched, I would think it has something to do with severely negative emotions causing a sort of shift from a human into what is considered a Nightmare, but the origin is mostly unknown.” It’s what drives them, so it would make some sort of sense for that to be the cause? Hoseok nods his head, eyes still avoiding yours, words slowly cautious.

“Very good, dearheart, you’re on the right track. I don’t know how much you really want to know, but I’m willing to share our secret with you, and you alone. Are you prepared to hear it?” You don’t respond verbally but sit forward in your seat as an indication that you’re giving your full attention. With a sigh, the words flow from him, finally lifting you up from the dark hole you’ve been sitting in.

“We are born from death. It is said that if you died tragically in your human life, you become a shell of yourself and spend the rest of your living days as a waking Nightmare. From what I can remember, my death was less than pleasant.” You don’t even know how to feel, simply blinking at the man as your mouth falls open. He lets it sink in, wings starting to curl in slightly as if to shield himself.

“So, you’re saying you died tragically…? All of you did?” It comes out extremely strained, you nearly choke on your words. Your Nightmare finally looks grim then, the corners of his lips falling down. It’s a lot to process, the fact that they all died, and not just died but went in a terrible way. Sadness and anger boil under your skin because of course that’s the case, of course that’s what happened to these poor men.

“Let me explain from the start, hm? I was a musician in a period of peace in the Joseon Dynasty. I was born into a well off middle class family in the year 1754, and because of blood ties, I lived mostly well.” Hoseok plops down on the floor then, full attention on you ad he does so. He says the words so casually, like nothing in his statement is odd, but he looks tired. Nightmares can live for a very long time but you had never expected he’d been around for this long.

“I… I had no clue that you’ve been alive for so long. I knew that Nightmares are essentially immortal, I just never guessed…” You get out of your chair and kick your heels off, crawling over to the man without a hint of embarrassment. He watches on fondly, hand coming up to rest against the glass.

“Yes, I am quite old, but there are many more that have centuries on me. I hope that doesn’t change your point of view at all?” Raising your hand up to match his, you shake your head because honestly, it’s probably one of the less weird things about your relationship with him.

“You’ve never once mentioned being a musician or wanting to play an instrument… Does it not interest you any longer?” It surprised you when he said it, the thought of him playing something lingering you in the back of your mind. It makes you feel a wave of dejectedness, realizing now that there’s so much more you need to learn about the man. He just taps his finger against the wall, the vibrations touching your skin for him.

“I fiddled around with many instruments in my human years, although I specialized in one specifically; the haegeum. Hell, I even learned and taught dances for the court in my spare time. I was well regarded by both those above me and my peers, and I tried my best to treat the lower classes well… Either way, that part of my life is long behind me and I prefer to leave it where I died.” You choose not to say anything, letting him process and tell the story however he wishes. You’ve only learned a small piece but it’s enough to know that he doesn’t wish to dwell on it beyond what he needs to.

“Greed ran rampant within my profession. Just because you learned an instrument didn’t mean you were the best or that you would be noticed… Perhaps I wasn’t always the most trustworthy, but I tried to be loyal. To make a very long story short for your dearest, I had some that I considered true friends slaughter me in the night like an animal because of nothing more than jealousy. I think they likely stabbed me over fifty times, tossed my body in a ditch like garbage, and let me bleed out.” Clenching your hand against his, he taps the wall a few more times to calm you. Taking a deep breath, you urge him to go on quietly, not trusting your voice in the slightest.

“I was reborn into what I am today. My confusion was strong; I had no idea where I was or what happened. I could remember small fragments from my death and even smaller fragments about my life, but that was all the answers I had for why I was caked in blood and healing scars littered my body. It’s very common for Nightmares to forget pieces of their lives, or even to forget their lives all together.” It happens often that way; traumatic events lead to the brain purging what it can to leto text itself. Getting rid of horrible memories could easily play into a human forming unit a Nightmare.

“Did you try to return to your previous life?” You can take a guess at his answer but you still want to know the path he decided to take. He shakes his head, eyes somehow looking even darker than usual as he stares past you.

“No, I knew I couldn’t. I was reborn with these wings and these eyes, a curious thing but I was somehow okay with it at the time, okay with not going back… Bits and fragments steadily came back as I wandered the land, hiding away in the night. I was eventually able to remember their faces…” So it’s like a form of amnesia that Nightmares face and can overcome similarly to humans. You’ll have to ask the others about it, but something tells you the answers won’t come nearly as easily.

“I paid a visit to every single one of their homes and slaughtered them like the vermin they were. You should have seen their faces when I appeared years later, it’s like they’d seen a ghost for the first time.” The horror of seeing someone you thought was dead pop out of nowhere is something you can’t imagine. It’s something those snakes certainly deserved, if not something much more sinister.

“… It was a long while before I figured out what had truly happened to me. It was Seokjin back then, he was the one who gave me proper answers. It’s not my story to tell of course, but my knowledge on what I was came from him. I’m still grateful for it to this day.” Even though you’re fully aware that Seokjin could likely rip people to pieces, and you wouldn’t blame him if he did, he seems to have a soft side. Dare you say he might have a bit of a bleeding heart compared to the others.

“So you’ve know Seokjin and Namjoon for a long while then?” That one doesn’t shock you that much; Hoseok and Namjoon seem to get on well as roommates. In reality, none of the Nightmares have really spoken bad about one another. They seem almost protective of their own sometimes even in their own odd ways.

“Seokjin, yes. Namjoon, no. Seokjin… Well, let’s say he found Namjoon a while after we parted ways and in the few times I saw him after that, Namjoon wasn’t around. I didn’t officially meet Namjoon until about, say, twenty years ago? It was at a club of all places.” A club? You try to picture them all out at a club, either sitting at the bar or getting lost on the dance floor. That would mean they couldn’t have their signature looks; no wings, no black eyes, no snake tails… Imagining them as ‘normal’ is bizarre.

“So you liked to go out clubbing? I can’t say it’s hard to picture you enjoying the nightlife scene.” He’s a bit rambunctious, very lively and cheeky, you know he would fit in well and be able to mingle. The imagery of you two dancing flashes away just as quickly as it came to mind, but it’s something you silently crave.

“Ah, I did. Most Nightmares like to focus on their destructive desires, I liked to focus my on sexual desires instead and clubs were a good spot for that.” You hum quietly, knowing well that Hoseok had never been particularly violent. Only when he needs to be, but never toward you. When it comes to his sexuality, however…

“So then it must be hard not being able to fulfill your sexual needs since you became so used to it. Maybe it sounds silly, but…” You feel as if you simply can’t be a good lover to him. That there’s no way to properly show him how much you care for him down here as more than just a silly doctor and wow you sound like-

“… I get my fill just by getting to set my eyes on you dearest. My desire for you is otherworldly, and I do hope that one day I’ll be able to get a proper taste. Until then, I’ll make do with lingering touches and chaste kisses.” Maybe a giggle leaves you, a small shy one that quickly falls away. Your eyes sting just a little as you gaze at him, his face softening as he attempts to caress your face through the wall that will forever separate you.

“Now, don’t give me that look. I’ve been down here for a while, waiting a bit isn’t going to hurt my feelings. I care about you very much, perhaps more than you seem to think dearheart. Please don’t fret.” You feel warm and safe from his words, the reassurance something you didn’t know that you needed so terribly. You slide closer to him, resting your body against the glass, drowsiness becoming more apparent.

“I-… Okay. Okay, I just want you to be happy. I want you all to be happy and I feel like I can’t do that properly. No matter what I do, you’ll be trapped down here and there’s nothing I can do to change that.” His eyes narrow just a bit, smile turning slightly more salacious as he continues to lean forward, angling his body so he can peer down at you.

“Never say never _____. We have all the time in the world; who knows, maybe one day we’ll be free, hm? Now, is there anything else you’d like to know?” He laughs soundlessly, leaning down and leaving a kiss against your cheek. The urge to unlock his cell door rises, but you steer it to the back of your mind as last nights events come to mind.

“Well, you already know I met with Jungkook last night after work… We should probably talk about that… But don’t think I’m done with you yet.”

#red light ♥️#hoseok x reader #hoseok x you #hoseok x y/n #hoseok fluff #hoseok angst #bts x y/n #bts x you #bts x reader #bts fluff #bts angst #bts horror au #bts monster au

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pretzel-box · 11 days

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LOVEE the streamer au. Excited for the next chapter, tho I think when it all blows over it might be really hard for both jelly and seb to get along after all of that (slow burrrn ooooof). Anyways, angst or fluff I’m gobbling all this up

No worries my friend! We going to get some very good chapters in the future!

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fandom-friday · 5 months

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HELLOOOOO i of COURSE have to submit Quiet Mornings by @ulchabhangorm for being the fluffiest damn thing i've read all year, probably <3

and i simply CANNOT find the art i was looking for but i will hopefully find and send it along next week!!

-- @cyarbika

Oh my GOD this is so cozy and soft and just a wee bit spicy in the right ways. I LOVE THIS SO MUCH AND I LOVE THEM. Just OOOOOF to just be held and the yearning and the FLUFF.

Thanks so much for sending this one in, Bee!

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Participate in Fandom Friday to show your favorite creators from this week some love! :)

#FANDOM FRIDAY #creator appreciation #fic rec #fanfiction #fan fic #star wars #the clone wars #commander wolffe #commander wolffe x oc #oc sadhbh m'lir #fluff

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atthebell · 6 months

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i've been going on twt more lately (tragic i know) to see more spiderbit/guapoduo stuff, yknow like fanfic and fanart, and it was fine at first but omg the amount of doomposting and pessimism on there was crazy like it genuinely made me sad and i went to read spiderbit fluff to feel better, like sometimes i forget how bad it is there but it was so miserable, istg they had to be doing it on purpose the way they interpreted everything in bad faith geez (sorry for complaining in your inbox, i just know you share my hatred for doomposting)

ooooof yeah people can get pretty bad on there. honestly my twitter following is extremely cultivated so i don't see doomposting like ever luckily and i also don't go on very much so that helps. cannot imagine how unfun it is to scroll tags on there though oof :/

#asks #rainy-day-wizard

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taegularities · 1 year

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Wip game! Wip game! Wip game!

Paramour - Melodrama - Moonglade

ooooof, i don't have a proper outline for paramour n melodrama yet, so i cannot share snippets but!!

paramour features rockstar!hobi, established relationship which will probably be a twoshot with quite some angst and lawwwts of fluff <3 i'll show you the banner bc i love the banner :')

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and then melodrama is a broken marriage au with actor!jin who's trying to figure things out with oc. alternates between present time and past!! :D still trying to figure things out with this plot.

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last but not least, moonglade. a s2l oneshot with tae that was supposed to be done by his birthday. gonna try and have it out for his bday this year though!! it's just that the ending is super difficult to write for me – moreso since there'll be two different endings for y'all to choose between :')

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wanna talk about wips? ✍️

#just sharing the very first sentences!!#ty babe <3 #also the timbre + paramour banners are my loves im rlly proud of them :')#wip game #notes for rid 🌹#anon

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kedsandtubesocks · 1 year

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hi hi hi 🌻

hayley HAYLEY HI BEAUTIFUL!!! 🥰🥹♥️💕

Omg so can we talk about the Emmy nominations dropping tomorrow and how anxious/excited I am!?

I hope the show gets all the recognition and oh my goodness Bella too cause they KILLED IT as Ellie!

And of course if a certain goofy Aries guy if ours gets nomination too that will be nice I guess lol

Omg I feel so lame but I honestly I feel like that parent waiting to see if their kid gets into college LOL

I’ve actually been wanting to do a TLOU rewatch cause Joel has been in and out of my mind so much but I don’t think my weak water sign can handle seeing the heartache all over again! It’s why I’m such a fluff girl! I need the sweet softness and as beautiful as TLOU is…the angst my dude, oh that nuclear level of angst and grief ooooof lol

Speaking of that goofy Aries guy!!

I finally got one of those classic 80’s rock band style t shirt and it says Pedro Pascal on it and has ALL my favorite boys on it and I am embarrassed how obsessed I am over it lmaoooo

I hope ur week has been kind to you and that ur staying hydrated cause this stupid heat wave is so dang joke and I hope one day we can giggle and laugh over some diary queen ice cream cones or blizzards 🥺

#I’ll have to send you a photo of the shirt cause it’s wild and so fun lol #anyway I adore you thank you again honey!!!#Hayley’s tag 🌹✨#asks and such things 💌

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hanalwayssolo · 5 years

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And the grand finale, number 31 with Sam x Leti. 🌞🌞🌞

I know this came in last but I can’t help it after the angsty Rafe x Leti one lmao @oc-musings

31. In awe, the first time you realised it

It happens in the dairy aisle at the grocery store one Saturday evening.

Of all the places to realize the thing he’s been struggling to name for weeks, it is when Leti returns to their cart with a carton of milk and tells him, “We’re taking this, it’s the one you always put in your coffee,” that something in him clicks. Like when a puzzle piece fits, or when you couldn’t find a word and it rolls around in your tongue playing hide and seek but now he’s found it. There is a word for the feeling and now it makes sense.

How many people ever realized they were in love in a grocery store? Sam begins to wonder. And he should have realized this sooner. No one knows him the way Leti does, the way she cares for him as if he is worthy to be cared for. As if he is worthy to be loved.

And so as he looks at Leti, the next thing that comes out of his mouth is the most truthful three words he’s ever said in his life.

“I love you.”

Leti stares at him. She says nothing.

“Look,” says Sam, forcing himself to smile, afraid that he’s ruined it, shit shit shit, “you don’t have to say it back—“

“No, I love you, too,” says Leti. “I... I just wasn’t prepared to hear it from you, here of all places.”

Leti laughs. He does, too. She is beaming and he is smiling from ear to ear and he swears if this is what happiness looks like, he would never want anything else.

the way you said “i love you.”

#replies #uncharted #samuel drake #sam drake #sam drake x oc #samuel drake x oc #sam drake x leticia cruz #oc: leticia cruz #my writing #and i ooooof with the fluff

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milki-mlqc · 5 years

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will you just hold still? - sick fic

aaa this had actually been in my drafts for months and i’ve just gotten around to finish it,, ups? welp, and thanks to @maywish27 for requsting a bunch of small drabbles!! also everyone remember to take care of yourselves ♡

pairing: victor x mc

wordcount: 617 ~ around 2 min and 30 sec

genre: pure fluff (rlly soft y’all)

an: i finished writing this instead of my social sciences, danish and math assignment ha ha ahh (｡•́︿•̀｡)

description: you’re sick and try to convince victor that you’re fine (you’re obviously not), and victor making sure you stay home.

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it was flu season in loveland. and for the past 7 years, you’ve been healthy and running as usual. but, but you should’ve known that you couldn’t always be this lucky. and this year your luck had run out. because clearly, you weren’t okay, in fact, you were actually sick. your head pounded, your limbs felt heavy and the flush in your cheeks felt as if you were on fire.

‘’no victor, i’m fine’’, you reassured victor in the most convincing voice that you could muster. but it didn’t help that your voice wouldn’t cooperate with you, so what should’ve been your normal, chirpy and cheerful voice, what actually came out was an extremely hoarse and sickly sound.

victor scuffed. of course, you would try to convince him that you were fine, even though you looked like plain shit. but still cute in his eyes. the bags under your eyes were more prominent than ever. the look in your eyes clearly showed that you were tired.

‘’mc, you’re sick’’, victor simply stated, not taking any bullshit from you. any idiot could certainly see that you were sick. well, maybe you were a bigger idiot than victor originally thought.

you pouted, hoping victor would at least let you work from home and even if he disagreed you would probably still do it. you had a ton of work waiting for you and just the thought of it made your head throb. but responsibilities were still responsibilities and you had a whole company on your shoulders. you tossed and turned in bed.

‘’will you just hold still mc?’’ victor’s voice had an immediate effect on you. your body seemed to melt under his command.

victor then sat beside you and took your temperature. he sighed. loudly.

victor had a look that plainly said; dumbass just stay home and get better.

‘’mc you dummy, just lay down and get some rest,’’ was his voice was much warmer than usual or were you just that gone from reality?

you did as he said, not wanting to discuss the status of your wellbeing, but the pout was kept. victor saw you tucked in bed and was ready to leave.

‘’victor?’’ you called, finally tucked in completely but still having one wish, not wanting to let him leave just yet.

‘’yes mc?’’ victor turned around fully, giving you his attention.

you hesitated. wondering if this request was too much, but you asked anyway. your last resolve went away with your health.

‘’could- would you please stay? just for a little while?’’ when said aloud the request was intimate. something only the two of you should hear.

victor obviously couldn’t say no. it wasn’t frequent that you would honestly and directly ask something of him. especially a request like that. a soft feeling overcame him. the unusual request of yours was cute and the end of victor’s mouth was slightly curved upwards without his permission. even the usual stern look in his eyes was gone and replaced with something more intimate. something much more profound.

he sat on the edge of the bed and kept you company. his hand running through your hair. just the slightest touch comforted you immensely and in your drowsy state, you wanted victor to continue. you relished in victor giving you all his attention. victor’s hand combed your hair, and as he’d thought you had fallen asleep, he dropped his hand from your cascading hair to the bed. in your sleeplike state, you sought out the warmth that was victor’s hand. you found his hand and entwined your hands. victor let this happen with a fond smile that he didn’t bother hiding.

and when you woke up from dreamland, victor was still holding your hand, lightly caressing it. his much larger hand in yours, just completely engulfing them.

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zer0pm · 5 years

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Imagine taking care of V after a night of heavy drinking.

Based on one of the first asks I’ve received by anon:

If you’re reading this, I hope you enjoy it! Thanks again for the request!

You: “I still can’t believe you fell for Dante’s plan.”

V: “He said just...one......drink...”

You: “It’s never just one drink with that guy!”

After the Devil May Cry crew reigned in another victory, growing closer and closer to their goal, the head of the demon hunting family Dante decided to treat everyone to some booze. Well, some turned out to be several caskets. Apparently the man had several hidden in random locations throughout the city and the team happened to be nearby one of the castes. V, who admits himself to be a light drinker, accepted one pint. Dante wouldn’t have any of that and kept on filling the tattooed man’s cup.

V tried to be responsible and refused of course, valuing self-control over lack of, but Dante was sneaky. His personal brew was particularly strong and as he watched V conversate with you, waiting for him to loosen up in your exchange, the man in red shoved the pint into V’s hands and helped him gulp it the alcohol down. Now V was a staggering mess and you had to pull him away from crew for the night, supporting him over your shoulder. Dante in his drunken stupor called after you with a pout.

Dante: “Wait! Where you going? The party is just getting started!”

You: “The man can’t see straight, Dante! I’m gonna tuck him in.”

Dante: “But he was going to recite some Flake!”

V: “Blake, you...uhh...imbecile.”

Amazing, drunk out of his mind and he can still recall his readings.

V: “I curse my stars in bitter gri-”

You: “No, don’t even start! We’re leaving.”

You practically had to drag the man away, hearing the boos from Dante and Nero, hearing a whistle from Nico, while Trish and Lady were too busy laughing apparently being the only two that actually held their liquor.

It was a short trek to the trailer, the vehicle sitting under the moonlight’s cast. There weren’t any demons around and the night was quiet. You would have liked to enjoy this peace if it wasn’t for the stumbling man struggling to stay standing beside you. Despite his slender frame, V was surprisingly heavy atop you. He can feel your strain in supporting him in his dull haze.

V: “You’re...not drunk?”

You: “After drinking with that crazy guy Dante for so long? Yeah, I’m a heavyweight.”

V: “I see. Am I heavy?”

You had to bite back your laugh at how adorable he sounded.

You: “A bit, but I got you, V. Don’t worry.”

V: “Not worried... Just...”

You feel him lean further into you, forcing you to adjust to keep him upright.

You: “H-Hey! You okay?”

V: “...Yes.”

He said that so quietly you almost couldn’t hear or believe him, but he must have realized how close he was to you and straightens his posture slightly, pulling the warm air of his breath away from the back of your neck. A warm air you that didn’t realize had left a tingly feeling upon your skin until it was gone, leaving the spot to cool. You shivered.

V: “I can walk...”

You: “Not gonna happen. Besides, we’re just about here.”

You were careful to make sure he did not stumble over or fall as he climbed into the trailer, you followed closely behind and led him to sit on the sofa right next to the door.

Grabbing his cane from his hand and setting it aside, you move to help him get comfortable, starting with undoing the buckles of his shoes. He tried to protest by bending over, but you swat his hands away and glare at him pointedly.

You: “Let me, V.”

He narrows his green eyes at you back despite the daze within them.

V: “I am not a child.”

You: “Not treating you like one, I just want to take care of you.”

V: “Why?”

You: “Because I want to. Is there any other reason?”

He tilts his head to the side, the way he does this made him look incredibly cute despite him being a grown man. A grown, often serious and aloof man. You took a moment to admire the way his long, dark hair sweeps across his forehead. Because he was angling his head in his attempt to keep a steady gaze on you, his hair also covered his eye, making the green in the other that can be seen stand out.

V: “Hn...”

V was apparently one of those drunks that likes to sway and you see his frame rocking slowly from side-to-side. You grabbed onto his shoulders to keep him steady.

You: “You okay?”

He peers at you beneath his dark lashes and the lump in your throat tightens at the sight of how charmingly handsome he was with that heavy-lidded look.

V: “...Sleepy.”

You: “O-Oh? Right.”

You return to his shoes, effectively slipping them off. You look up to see V fumbling around with the ties of his vest. Watching with humored interest at his lack of success and almost giggling when you hear him huff in frustration. You stand on your knees in between his legs, grabbing his hands gently and placing them down before moving your own to the laces of his clothing.

You: “Allow me.”

This time he did not protest, adhering to your command and offer. You can feel the weight of his eyes upon you with piqued interest and although you blamed it on his drunken gaze, the fact that he was staring at you so intently burned a growing blush upon your cheeks. You made sure to bow your head low so that he couldn’t see it despite it being relatively dark in the trailer. When it came undone, you let him take off the article of clothing by himself. He had a bit of a hard time at first but eventually V managed to take it off completely, leaving him in only his dark pants and the small accessories that hung around his wrist and neck.

His skin was illuminated under the pale light of the moon, accentuating the marks that flowed across it. He truly was a slender man, not muscular at all, but he had enough definition that made him look rather attractive. With the tattoos on his skin, the tones of his lean physique was only brought out more. To top this off with those heavy-lidded eyes, V looked downright seductive.

V: “You’re staring.”

You blushed.

You: “Sorry! I’ve just never seen you with your vest off before.”

V: “Hmm...”

He looks like he meant to say more but instead he is swaying again, leaning dangerously to the side and you were quick to help him slowly lie down. You felt him shake.

V: “Ahh!”

You retreat your hands once you were sure he was fine.

You: “Sorry, again! Are my hands cold?”

V: “No... You’re warm.”

Suddenly you feel his hand upon your wrist and with surprising strength you didn’t know he had, he pulls you atop him on the sofa. You held yourself up with the elbow of your free arm against the cushion and your knees on either side of his hips but it left you exposed to him and your face dangerously close to his. V must have read your thoughts as he lifts his head up slightly to caress your nose with his, his lips ghosting against yours. You gasp, feeling his knee softly rub against the junction between your legs.

You: “V-”

V: “I want you.”

At these words, you nearly felt yourself become undone. The desire to surrender yourself to his charms and abandon all inhibitions to be lost in each other’s pleasure. But then you remember, the heavy daze within his green eyes. He’s not all there. It took all of your willpower to pull away from him, to remove your wrist from his hand to push his knee back down. It nearly broke your heart at the sight of his frown, the dejected expression of pain evident. You shake your head at him.

You: “Not like this, V. Please.”

He seems to have regained himself slightly, remaining lucid enough to realize what he was doing. There was a flash of shame on his face before he sighs, restreating to lay back down on the sofa.

V: “Yes, yes... Forgive me. I am not entirely myself. Please, forget this.”

Wait. But you didn’t want to. You didn’t want him saying that he needed you and not mean it. It had to have come from somewhere. You didn’t want him to think that you were rejecting him. Almost desperately, you lie down, resting your body against his, your head stop his bare chest. His body tensed beneath you and you ran a hand across his smooth skin comfortably, tracing the patterns of his tattoos before lying your palm flat against where you felt his beating heart. Beneath your fingers, the thumping was fast.

You: “I want you too.”

There was a silence between you two, a tension that can be cut with a knife. You were growing nervous. Now that you admitted it out loud, was he going to reject you? The thought was dashed away when you realized that his heartbeat was slowing to a serene pace and you watched his hand reach up to weave his fingers with yours, keeping your hand in place.

V: “With you I feel...protected.”

That took you off guard. What an odd choice of words. It left a mix of questions in your head as well as strange emotions. Did V ever felt unsafe? He was an incredibly capable devil hunter in his own right and he handled powerful enemies with such a calm composure, you looked up to him as someone who was unafraid of anything. Yet he practically admitted to have been vulnerable. You wanted to ask when he felt like that. You weren’t sure to what end but it left you a strong urge to actually protect him. When you looked up to question him about this, you notice that he fell asleep. His eyes closed and his breathing shallow. He passed out...

With this, you smiled and made sure that he was comfortable as you both laid together on the sofa. Made sure that he knew you were there by giving his hand that was still woven with yours a reassuring squeeze, one in which he subconsciously returned. The two of you had each other wrapped in the other’s arms as you slept peacefully for the rest of the night.

#v devil may cry #v dmc5 #v x you #v x reader #devil may cry 5 #devil may cry #devil may cry imagine #v imagine #vitale #vitale x you #vitale x reader #ooooof #fluff #thanks anon for the request!#i meant to continue writing diverging jealousy #but this took my attention instead #dont worry working on it #but ahhhh v~#my writing

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chwetuan · 5 years

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roommate!jinyoung + prompt: “when are you going to leave?”

When Jinyoung turns around in the hallway of your shared apartment, lips stained with soju and words of anger, he doesn’t expect to see you standing in the doorframe of your bedroom, a look of disbelief on your face and tears welling in your eyes.

“How can you say something like that, Jinyoung?”

He scoffs, breath hot with liquor and heart heavy with the words he wishes he never said.

“You can’t just...say that and expect me to be okay. It’s not fair.”

The tears form rivers on your cheeks. He wants to take your face in his hand and kiss the salt away, take you in his arms and never let you go, hearts beating in sync and minds becoming one. He wants to chant it over and over, that he loves you, and he wants it to be all you hear.

“Why can’t I?” His voice is soft, and if you listen closely, you can hear the sounds of his breaking heart.

“You know we can’t.” It sounds like a plea falling for your lips, begging him to erase his words from history, from your memory, and from his mind.

He sighs, turning towards his bedroom, words echoing in the hallway before the door slams.

“It’s not that we can’t. It’s that you were never willing.”

And like the echo in the hall, his words echo in your mind over and over as you lay in bed, tossing and turning.

~~~

Weeks later, when the spring is over and the sun embraces the earth with welcoming arms, the tension in your apartment eventually settles, the night in the hallway never mentioned.

“When are going to leave?” You ask one late afternoon, when the windows are open and curtains floating gently with the press of the wind.

Jinyoung stretches his arms above his head, settling into the sofa and looking at you in the way he always has -- with love and admiration.

“A few days.”

Silence engulfs the space around you, and your mind swirls with the prospect of the future.

He’ll be gone - he’ll be across the ocean, living a different life in a different time. There will be no more Sunday movie marathons, no more midnight cereal meals, no more drunken memories or rainy afternoons.

And before you can stop yourself from spilling your emotions, the words leave your lips, fast.

“I don’t want you to go.”

He speaks your name softly. “I’m not leaving forever.”

“It feels like you are.”

You can see the confusion as it etches its way onto his features. “Are you okay?”

“I’m fine. I just don’t want you to go.”

“You’re not usually like this.”

Suddenly, standing up, you rush. “We need to talk about the hallway.”

“The hallway?”

“The night in the hallway. When you said you love me.”

“Why?”

“Because I love you too.”

~~~

After a little extra packing, a six-hour plane ride, and a small room filled with flowers and fantasies at a small bed and breakfast in a quiet town, you finally let yourself fall freely in love with him.

“Promise me something,” Jinyoung proposes as the stars shimmer in the sky.

“Anything.”

“Never say “can’t” again.”

And like that, you fall.

#ooooof idk how i feel about this but i hope it makes sense!#got7 reactions #got7 scenarios #got7 drabbles #got7 imagines #kpop fluff #kpop drabbles #kpop reactions #jinyoung x reader

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squiddybeifong · 5 years

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DianaZee for “Blood? Oh, its not mine”?

I’ve given up on finding old prompt lists in my drafts but im p sure it was a dialogue prompt maybe?? Anyways I hope you like it darling 💕💕💕

“Blood? Oh, it’s not mine!”

–

Zachary could only perch his hands on his hips as he looked over the once-clean remains of Shadowcrest’s foyer, his nose scrunching at the overwhelming scent of cat food that hung in the air. Skye had the good graces to look remorseful at the sheer amount of shrimp pate that laid on the old floors, but Teekl jumped from Klarion’s arms to rub against his leg. The cat’s loud purring was practically mocking the magician as he bounced around, traipsing through his impromptu food-castle.

Well, less a castle more wannabe-Sphinx imitation, but the idea behind it still stood.

The Zatara looked far from amused, his head tilting to the side as he felt the far-off force of his cousin’s aura preparing to appear. Zach turned on his heel at Zee’s awful timing, hoping that the pizza rolls were done and that the three of them could hang out in peace, cat food cafeteria be damned. He clicked his tongue and called over his shoulder to the two over the dull thrum of the toaster oven, “Your cat’s mess, your job cleaning it up!”

Klarion rolled his eyes and picked his familiar up before he could get his paws dirty, “Rude.”

Skye let out a soft laugh, tiptoeing past the faux-fence of cat food cans and crouching to get a better peek at whether or not the pate sculpture was stable –the last thing she needed was to take a cat food bath in these new boots. Had he been able to stay the giant, edible version of Teekl would’ve needed a reinforced neck but for now it was no matter.

The mystic’s voice was a drawl as she stood back up. Skye halfheartedly waved in the direction of the door that Zach disappeared through, “You know he’s always grumpy. Once the Purramid’s down he’ll help out.”

The blonde kept her face ducked at the groan that her pun caused, not able to hold back her snickers. She stepped to the side and hopped back around the cans, nudging Klarion’s elbow with her own, “Now come on, you two! That part looks really unstable–”

Right on cue, with all the flourish of a magician of her standard, Zatanna stepped out of a portal into the foyer. Her brows furrowed as the scent hit her then her eyes widened as her heels slipped in the cat food. A gasp huffed out of her as she kicked the sculpture to just barely maintaine her balance, the precariously balanced pate in the shape of Teekl’s head toppling to the side and falling onto her shoulders.

The squish! was followed by a half second’s pause as Zee blinked down at herself. The two teens took simultaneous steps back. Zatanna spat out a minced piece of shrimp, her nose scrunching –and inadvertently causing some juice to drip down her face– before her cousin’s name rumbled out of her, “ZACHARY!!!”

She shook her shoulders, “Doof, ffo!”

Sapphire eyes narrowed as she stared down at her outfit; everything white was now stained pink and there were still bits of cat food lodged in her fishnets and inside her buttons. Zatanna shook aside the annoying ordeal that dry cleaning her tux would be and ran a frustrated hand through her drenched curls, the other perching in a fist on her hip as she stared down the two– well, three mystics.

Teekl let out an indignant “mrouw!” as Klarion pulled him closer to his chest, the witch boy more than wary enough to not test the magician. Skye shifted under the glare, her eyes flicking to where Zach was still moving about the kitchen, although his steps were far more hesitant with his cousin’s aura around.

Bending to pick up the fallen head, an incredulous sound slipped out of the magician as the pate’s nose crumbled away, “What is this?”

Skye rubbed the back of her arm, wincing a bit as she fully considered just how much food they had impulse-bought –damn those bogo sales, “Teekl’s idea.”

Zatanna blinked, her face somehow not nearly as deadpan as her voice, “Of course.”

–

Once Shadowcrest was clean and Zachary and his friends had disappeared somewhere or the other, Zatanna let her shoulders relax. She figured they’d be fine and let out a grumble as she tiredly commanded, “Nepo a latrop kcab ot ym tnemtrapa.”

Despite sunset being long over, the only light was coming from the bedroom when the mystic appeared just inside her front door. She felt the remnants of Diana’s shower in the air and the idea of taking a long bath plus getting cuddled after brought a smile to the magician’s face. She let out a little groan as she put her hat on the hook and began unbuttoning her soaked jacket, the buttons popping out with an obnoxious squish! and some splatter.

She heard Diana shift in bed, “Zee?”

“Just got in!”

“Finally,” The Amazon sing-songed out. Diana’s voice was light as she rolled out from under the sheets and strolled towards the door. Zee worked on untying her bowtie, tilting her face towards the bedroom door as Diana drawled, “And here I was worrying I’d have to start withou– HOLY HERA ARE YOU OKAY?!!!”

Immediately the warrior was at her magician’s side, her hands patting at the stains that covered almost every inch of her once-white undershirt. Zatanna’s mouth opened to explain but Diana cut her off, “ZEE!!!”

A pained sound escaped her as she held her lover’s forearms, “THERE’S SO MUCH BLOOD!!!”

“Blood?” Zee looked down at herself, an exasperated laugh escaping as she realized what was wrong. Chuckling a bit, more out of exhaustion than anything, Zatanna murmured, “Oh no, no, no, Love…”

She slipped off a glove and cupped the warrior’s face, internally blanching at how gruesome the liquid appeared as some inadvertently spread on Diana’s cheek. She could only hope her smile was reassuring enough, “Don’t worry; it’s not mine.”

That confidence obviously had the wrong affect; Wonder Woman let out a wondrously horrified squeak, “You don’t kill!”

Zee shook her head, “It’s not human.”

Diana’s face scrunched up in half confusion, half alarm and the magician accepted that her brain wasn’t working all too well after those double-length shows with the clean-up encore. Zee lifted her red-soaked hand into the air, “Or even blood.”

A navy blink was her response and Zatanna shrugged, “Cat food.”

Diana slowly nodded, her shoulders relaxing as she continued patting her lover’s arms and sides, glad when she felt no injuries. The Amazon wiped at her girlfriend’s forehead and then pressed a kiss just below her hairline, “Should I even ask why?”

“Zachary’s friends are weird but they’re teens so it’s okay that they’re making a mess of Dad’s– of my house.”

“You’re kind of a mess too,” Diana lightly teased. She lazily popped open one of the highest button’s on Zee’s undershirt and flicked aside a bit of shrimp from her collar, “And still too gloopy for a bath but I feel like you really need one.”

A hopeful pair of sapphire eyes gazed up at her and the princess pecked Zee’s forehead again, “I’ll start the water.”

Strolling to the bathroom and turning on the faucet, Diana plopped down on the bathtub’s rim as she watched Zee follow her in, peeling off the rest of her drenched clothes as she went.

Diana watched her for a moment, casually ogling as she leaned her weight on her palms. Zatanna met her gaze and winked, her tired smile charming despite the splotches of not-blood that coated most of her.

Tilting her head at the thought Diana looked down at herself, standing and tossing aside her cat food splattered nightgown. She glanced at the tub –big enough to fit them both– and undressed completely, navy eyes sliding shut as she sat on the porcelain rim again. For a moment she listened to the sound of the magician muttering under her breath, the whirl of clothes flying up out of the hamper to make a load in the washing machine, and the flush of the water pooling in the tub behind her. After the scare of Zee’s appearance, the quiet that befell them was a really nice change of pace to her usual schedule whenever she was outside of San Francisco; so wonderfully domestic.

Her chest was light at how comfortable they’d gotten in the scant few weeks of living together and Diana let her head drop back as she sighed happily, the sound morphing into an incredulous laugh as the scent of cat food finally hit her. Diana giggled and ran a hand through her hair, wondering just how much of a crime scene the apartment looked. The words slipped out of her, more fond than humorous, “You mystics are insane.”

Zatanna clicked her tongue, unable to hold back her smile as she strolled towards her lover. Stopping right in front of her, Zee smiled as Diana stood to steal a kiss. The magician’s words were teasing in between their lips, “Says the eternally God-fighting demigoddess.”

Snickering, Diana pulled back to boop their noses. She fought off another swell of disbelief at the realization that she had not-blood on her nose and swooped down for another kiss to distract herself. She hummed as she wrapped Zatanna in a hug, a girlish trill escaping as the mage stood on her feet so she didn’t have to hunch.

Her smile was broad enough to disrupt their kiss and Diana nuzzled their noses together, “Well, not everyone can keep up with such sauciness, my Mistress of Magic–”

Zee cut her off with another kiss.

#zatanna zatara #diana prince #wondermagic #zachary zatara #skye harper #klarion the witch boy #teekl #my writing #did y'all know that wet cat food can be manipulated like clay? i catsat some *really* spoiled cats once and they had cookie cutters like #it took me a bit but i got the hang of it. and the leftover liquid(?) in the can *does* leave really gross handprints once you're done #didn't make a sphinx tho #anywho those big ass earthquakes that hit cali a few weeks back? happened during feeding time. spilled the food n made a crimescene #holly didn't give a shit but i figured i had to put teekl in some sort of similar spot yknow???#but y'all. get hype bc im actually working on alliances #l m a o last update was halloween OOOOOF #that shit's getting updated before halloween i stg. i know i might not but im hopeful #can finally feel that writers block lifting. n my inbox is so full i might be able to get some fluff done too

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ladylannisterxo · 2 years

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Tell Me You Love Me

Pairings; Steve Harrington x fem!Reader

Words; 3.1k

Warnings; S M U T (18+ only), fingering, unprotected sex, established relationship, fluff, angst but the kind of angst with a happy ending, ya know?

Summary; A heated argument leaves you standing alone when Steve slams the door behind him. You're not certain when he'll be back but you're determined to remind him just how much you truly love him when he does.

A/N: *slaps the roof of this fic* Ooooof, you can fit so much into this bad boy... we got angst, we got smut, and then to wrap it all up in a bow? We got tooth rotting fluff. Steve just really wants and needs love in this one, okay? And who are we to deny him?

This was requested by @harringtonforhire (thanks so much for requesting!) and this one kind of took on a mind of its own. I had plans for how I wanted it to go down but this is where we ended up sooo hope you enjoy!

{ masterlist }

Moving in together was supposed to be easy, it was supposed to be fun. Up until this point, you had been convinced that every adult ever was full of shit when they gave you that knowing look and said, “moving in together is the real test, that’s when you find out how truly compatible you are.” No, it was you and Steve against the world—that’s what the two of you had said anyway—just you and him in your ridiculously small one bedroom apartment drinking and laughing and curling up on the couch to watch movies, eating absolutely terrible food because neither of you knows how to cook, and spending each evening making love because he was yours and you were his.

So how did you end up here?

The fights hadn’t started right away. For awhile, months even, it was true, paradisiacal bliss. But maybe the one bedroom apartment was too cramped or Steve was frustrated because Family Video wasn’t paying much or you were always stressed trying to balance a job and school. Regardless of whatever contributing factors may or may not be in place, none of them prepared you for the full screaming match that occurred or the words that should have never been said or the slamming of the door as he left.

Steve had come home in a sour mood, barely speaking, and then spent the next hour sulking around the apartment. You had been in the kitchen trying to sort out dinner and as soon as the front door had opened, you could feel the tension crackling in the air. He was acting like a child, that was your first thought, as he wondered from room to room mumbling under his breath and avoiding your concerned gaze.

“Steve,” you snapped, pulling him out of his mind and back to reality. “Can you just talk to me?”

“Nothing to talk about.” He shrugs, then departs the room as if that was going to clear everything up.

You gape, watching his retreating form as he exits back into the living room. A seething anger begins building inside of you as you follow closely behind, refusing to let this be your entire evening. In retrospect, you should have just let it go; let him sulk around for a bit and sleep it off, he’d be fine in the morning. But this wasn’t the first fight of the week and you were beyond annoyed by this point.

“Steve,” you say again, crossing into the living room and staring at your boyfriend who has now deposited himself on the couch, eyes focused on the tv. “You can’t keep doing this.”

“Doing what?” His eyes remain on the tv.

“This,” you emphasize, waving your hands around wildly. “You come home in a bad mood and you instantly push me away.”

His eyes snap over to you. “I’m not pushing you away.”

“Then what the fuck do you call it, Steve?” You inhale deeply, trying desperately to quell the anger bubbling up inside of you. “You won’t tell me what’s wrong, you won’t talk to me. I mean, is it me? Am I the problem, am I not doing enough?”

“No.” He sighs, doesn’t elaborate.

He turns his attention back to the tv and you scoff, a biting sound if you’ve ever heard one. You move further into the room and place yourself directly in front of the tv, effectively blocking his view. His jaw tenses and his eyes grow hard.

Good.

“Stop ignoring me! You don’t get to do that! You don’t get to come home and be in a shitty mood all the fucking time. You don’t get to push me away, Steve!”

“Push you away?” He scoffs, pulling himself to his feet. “I’m the one pushing you away? No, you’ve got that backwards, honey, I’ve been fighting for your attention for weeks now. I come home once, maybe twice, in a bad mood and suddenly I’m the bad guy? No, no fucking way.”

“What are you talking about?”

“You’ve been distant for weeks now. You’re rarely ever home and when you are, you’re always tired, you never want to talk. I mean, let’s be realistic for a second here, when’s the last time we had sex?”

“Oh my God,” you breathe, a sardonic laugh flowing from your lips. “Is that what this is about? Because I haven’t fucked you lately? I have a job, Steve, and school!”

“But I only have a job, right? Because I couldn’t pull the grades to get into a good school, any school.”

“Don’t,” you warn, “you know that shit doesn’t matter to me.”

“So, what? You’re the only one who gets to be in a tired, shitty mood from time to time because you have a job and school?” He laughs, a bitter and unkind sound. “But me, I should be fine, right? Because I only have my simple minded, ridiculously low paying job which I hate by the way but nowhere else is hiring right now so I’m stuck taking extra shifts and working longer hours just so I can provide for you, for us.”

“No one told you that you had to do that,” you yell, “I didn’t even know you were taking extra shifts because you never told me you were going to because you don’t talk to me anymore!”

“Oh my God,” he says, rubbing his hands across his face. “This is such bullshit!”

“Yeah? Well, I think you’re bullshit, Steve.”

He flinches, hard. All the anger seems to immediately drain from his body as he downturns his gaze to the floor. You stare back, unwavering, refusing to bend. In hindsight, you’re not proud of it.

He nods once, sniffs lightly and then whispers, “Yeah.”

And then he’s snagging his keys off the coffee table and marching towards the door. You almost call out to him, but you don’t. You almost run over to catch him by the arm, beg him to stay, to talk, but you don’t. It feels as if the moment stretches on forever in slow motion, giving you more than enough time to stop him from leaving… but you don’t. Then he’s out the door and slamming it so hard, it rattles the pictures adorning the walls.

You stand stock still watching the door, waiting for him to come back inside. He doesn’t. You wait in that exact same spot for another ten minutes, waiting. He doesn’t come back. You take a shuddering breath and slowly begin turning off all of the lights as you make your way back to the bedroom. He still doesn’t show. You fight the tears threatening to spill as you curl up into a ball wishing he was right there next to you, pulling you into his space, wrapping his arms tightly around you. But he’s not.

He stays gone all night.

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Steve still isn’t home when you awake the next morning and by the time noon rolls around, you figure it’s time to finally crawl yourself out of bed. You’re sure he’s at work anyway, giving Robin an earful of everything that had happened. The thought makes your heart ache. You’ve already skipped your morning classes and while you successfully managed to pull yourself out of bed, you end up dropping back down onto the couch to sulk there instead. Fuck being productive.

By the time six o’clock rolls around, you’re pretty positive he’s not coming home again until you hear keys jingling in the lock and quicker than you can process, you’re on your feet, breath stifled in your lungs. The door opens way too slowly for your liking but then he’s there, in his normal Steve Harrington glory that still makes you weak in the knees. He looks exhausted—his hair is an absolute disaster and his eyes are red rimmed, from lack of sleep or crying, you can’t be sure. But then those eyes are trained on you and it’s as if you’ve forgotten how to function entirely.

“Hey,” he says softly.

“Hi,” you whisper.

“I, uh, I just came by to grab some things and then I’ll be out of your way so no need to worry, okay?” He brushes past you, heading for the bedroom. “I won’t be long.”

“Steve,” you begin, following closely behind, willing the sob to keep itself from bursting forth. “You don’t have to go. I don’t want you to go.”

He doesn’t respond, only keeps his back turned to you as he begins rifling through the drawers. You approach him slowly, reaching out to rest your hands against his back. He stiffens at your touch but doesn’t move away. You take that as a slight win, a go ahead and you run your hands softly up over his shoulders and then back down to wrap firmly around his waist. You press yourself flush against his back, head resting between his shoulders.

“Please don’t go,” you implore, voice catching as tears leak from your eyes. “I was upset, angry but I didn’t mean it, baby, I didn’t mean it. I love you so much, please stay with me.”

He sighs but then he’s loosening your grip so he can turn in your arms. He wraps his own tightly around you and that’s when the dam breaks and the sob you’ve been holding back breaks free. He rubs his hands soothingly over your back, soft shh’s and it’s okay, I’m here’s falling from his lips. It’s just like Steve to comfort you even though you’re the one who hurt him—you squeeze him tighter against you.

“Hey,” he says after a moment, tilting your head up to meet his eyes. “It’s okay, I’m right here, I’m not going anywhere, okay?”

You unhook your grasp from around his back and let your hands trail up over his chest before you cup his face in your hands, keeping him looking at you. You couldn’t bear it if he looked away now.

“I’m sorry,” you whisper, “I’m so so sorry and I understand if you can never forgive me—”

“—Baby, I forgave you the second I got into my car and drove out of here last night. I just, I think we both needed some space after what happened, after what was said, you know?”

You nod, your bottom lip quivering softly. He brushes his thumb softly over your lips, eyes searching your own for any hint that your apologies may not run as deeply as you claim.

“Do you—,” he stops, clears his throat, eyes blinking rapidly, “do you really think I’m bullshit?”

You shake your head vehemently. “No and I can’t believe I said that. I shouldn’t have said that, I’ve never meant anything less. You’re not bullshit, Steve, you are perfect, you are everything and I love you so goddamn much it hurts sometimes.”

“Say it again,” he whispers, brushing your hair out of your face, “tell me you love me.”

“I love you, Steve, I love you so much.”

He chokes on a sob and then his lips are on yours, forceful and insistent, and it steals all the breath from your lungs. You tangle your fingers in the ends of his hair as one arm snakes around your waist and the other cups your cheek. He begins walking you backwards toward the bed, lips kissing every inch of your face.

“Again. Say it again.”

“I love you.”

Then your back is hitting the bed and he’s hovering over you. You stare at each other then, taking one another in as it feels like days have passed when in reality, it’s only been a handful of hours. His lips continue their path from your lips to your jaw down to your neck as his hand snakes up underneath your shirt, thumb running against the underside of your breast before he’s rolling a nipple between his fingers. You arch up into his touch, a gasp falling from your lips.

Your hands are roaming all over his body as his lips and fingers continue their ministrations and without waiting, you untuck his polo from his jeans and forcibly rip it up and over his head. You toss it haphazardly to some far corner of the room before you’re running your fingers up his stomach and through his chest hair. He kisses you again, harder, and you readjust your position to spread your legs, slotting him completely between them. You can feel the firm press of his cock against your thigh and you whimper softly at the friction, wanting him closer, needing him closer now.

“Steve, please,” you whisper against his lips, “I want it. I want you.”

“Tell me what you want.” His fingers cascade down your skin, pushing your panties to the side to slide two fingers through your slick folds. “Tell me, baby, what do you want?”

“You, all of you, inside me.”

“Oh, you mean like this?” He pushes those same two fingers deep into your dripping pussy, pumping them in and out at a torturously slow pace.

You moan loudly at the intrusion, rolling your hips against him but you shake your head, fingers already scratching down his torso to begin unbuckling his belt.

“No?” He purrs, tongue flicking against the shell of your ear. “Well then you gotta tell me, baby. I can’t give it to you unless you tell me.”

You hastily finish unbuckling his belt and unfastening his jeans then you’re shoving your hand down to wrap around his hard cock. He hisses at the contact. “This,” you whisper, eyes staring deeply into his own. “This is what I want. I want your cock buried so hard and so deeply inside of me that I can feel you for days after it’s over.” His jaw drops open slightly. “Then, when the sensation starts to fade, I want you to fuck me again but harder until I can’t think straight, until I can’t remember anything but you. Do you think you can do that for me?”

“Fuck, baby,” he groans, a teasing smirk adorning his face. “I love when you get hot for me.”

“I’m always hot for you, Steve Harrington, don’t you ever forget that.”

Your hands scramble alongside his own in an attempt to shove his jeans down his hips, just enough to free his cock. His eyes lock onto your own, a single breath passing between the two of you, and then he’s pushing himself fully inside. You moan loudly at the feeling of being so completely full. Wrapping your legs tightly around his waist, you grip the back of his neck and bring him down for another heated kiss. His hips roll gently against your own, allowing you to take him slow and steady but oh so deep.

His hands come down to the hem of your shirt, shoving it roughly up your body and then off of your head. You arch your back, pushing your heated skin against him and melding your lips with his own once again. His fingers twine together with yours tightly as he pushes your hands up above your head, holding you gently but firmly in place. The stretch feels divine and every deep thrust punches the air from your lungs.

“Steve, fuck,” you breathe.

His thrusts are slow, precise, methodical but that familiar coil begins winding tightly in your belly and you know you aren’t going to last much longer. You tighten your legs and roll your hips, meeting him thrust for thrust for thrust.

“That’s it, angel,” he grunts, lips against your ear, breath hot on your neck. He releases your hands, one of his own diving into your hair while the other hitches your leg higher on his waist. “I’ve got you, let go.”

Everything is heightened. His thrusts feel harder, his touch seems hotter, his eyes look brighter. Your fingernails rake down his shoulders before you grasp firmly onto his neck for purchase as the pressure builds and builds and he takes you higher and higher. Steve drops his forehead onto yours, eyes alight as he holds your gaze… and then you’re falling fast and hard into the waves of pure ecstasy. A cracked moan falls from your lips, your back arches, and he releases your leg to wrap his arm fully around you, holding you closer than before, working you through your high.

You come down slowly, breathing deeply and he’s thrusting harder, faster chasing his own release. You brush his damp hair out of his face, fingers tracing the curve of his jaw. A choked moan tumbles from his lips and then he’s ducking his head into the crook of your shoulder, moaning softly, thrusts becoming erratic. You press your lips against the side of his face, leaving gentle kisses anywhere that you can.

“Come on, baby,” you murmur, wrapping yourself tighter around him. “I love you, I love you, I love you.”

Steve thrusts one, two, three more times and then a broken sob emits from him as he crushes you completely against his body, finally finding his own release. A moment passes, you both breathing deeply from this unexpected excursion, and then he’s lifting his head to meet your gaze. A soft, sweet smile plays at the corner of his lips and you bring your fingers up to wipe a fallen tear from his eye.

“Are you okay?” You ask, trepidation winding itself around your heart.

“Never better,” he muses, “sorry, I think my emotions got the best of me there.”

You breathe a laugh as he rolls off to lay next to you. You turn on your side, resting your head on his chest and twisting your fingers with his own. His arm comes up around you, pulling you flush against his side, fingers tracing patterns into the skin of your arm.

“Sweetheart?”

“Hmm,” you hum, tilting your head up to look at his face.

He’s staring wide eyed at the ceiling, breathing deeply. You furrow your brow in confusion and pull yourself up to be able to look down at him.

“Baby, what’s wrong?”

His eyes flit to yours, softening immeasurably. He cups your cheek in his hand, thumb brushing against your cheekbone. You smile, turning your head to kiss his palm.

“I know you’re probably getting tired of hearing me ask this but could you, could you tell me again?” He flushes deeply, a dusty pink blooming across his chest and up his neck. “Please tell me you love me again.”

You grin, leaning down to peck his lips with your own. “I love you, Steve Harrington. Mind, body, heart, and soul. With every single fiber of my being. I am yours.”

“And I’m yours, every part of me,” he says, “God, I love you so much. I’m so sorry, baby.”

You shush him gently, feeling the emotions building up inside of him like waves on the ocean. “Let’s not talk about it right now, okay? Let’s just be, you and me.”

“Okay,” he whispers and then softer, “again?”

You giggle. “I love you, Steve.”

He sighs, elated. “I love you.”

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