#and insisting on me sitting in their lap because i gave up my chair

[look-at-the-stars-tonight]

p fucked up that im still sad when almost every single day i hang out with the most sunshiney people i can find

[dhvlee]

thigh riding ↠ lee haechan

masterlist

pairing: lee haechan x fem! reader

genre: smut [minors do not interact!]

warnings: kissing, thigh riding, horny reader, busy haechan, dry humping

spending a few hours in the studio can get boring for everyone, right? especially if your boyfriend is busy writing songs and not paying you attention

you sighed again, tossing your phone aside. you and haechan have been in the studio for three hours now, hardly talking because he kept insisting he was busy.

you have already asked him several times when he will finish, because you would like to get some attention from him, because you would like to spend some time with him — after all, that's why you met. however, his answer was the same every time — “I need 10 more minutes”.

at this point, you started to get annoyed. what was the point of inviting you into the SM building just to ignore you? of course you understood what his job was. after all, he was an idol in one of the most popular kpop groups. but sitting in silence for several hours bothered you.

“hyuck,” you said as you walked over to him and ran your hands lightly over his shoulders.

“yeah, babe?” he didn’t even look at you, never taking his eyes off the computer screen.

“i’m bored,” you glanced at the computer screen, seeing the lyrics to the song he was writing. you looked up at him a moment later, kissing the top of his head.

“i’ll be done in 10 minutes and we can do something then,” you sneered knowing he didn't mean it. that's when you got an idea.

you walked around his chair and sat on his lap. haechan automatically wrapped one arm around your waist. you nuzzled your head into his neck and he rubbed your back with one hand.

“fine, you can sit on my lap but don't bother me and don't distract me, yeah love?” you nodded your head and he kissed the top of your head and went back to writing the lyrics for the new NCT Dream song.

several minutes passed and you started to feel uncomfortable, so you started to wriggle in his lap in search of a comfortable position. you heard a soft whimper so you looked at your boyfriend who grabbed your hips stopping your movements.

“i told you not to disturb me, didn’t i?”

“i didn’t mean to, i just got uncomfortable,” he smirked at you and gave you a quick peck on your lips.

he grabbed your hand, leading it somewhere, and you wondered what he meant when you felt something hard. you looked down in surprise and gasped as you noticed his boner. you bit your bottom lip and started stroking him through his gray sweatpants, smiling as you heard his hiss. donghyuck grabbed your jaw and kissed you passionately, biting your lip lightly which made you moan softly.

after a while he took your hand off his cock and started moving your hips and pushing himself up, rubbing against your pussy.

you both moaned into each other's mouths, and at the moment you were grateful that the room was soundproof, and your boyfriend had locked the door as soon as you entered the studio so no one could get in.

as soon as you were about to take off his shirt donghyuck stopped everything — from kissing to moving your hips. you looked at him confused because you were both still horny after all.

hyuck, noticing your stare, chuckled quietly. “what? did you think that after you intentionally or unintentionally distracted me, we were going to have sex?” he laughed again when he saw you nodding your head. “maybe if you were a good girl and you would wait a few minutes, sure. but now? you don't deserve this, my love.”

“b-but-” he silenced you with a kiss just as you were about to say more.

“but if you’re so horny,” he said, slipping his hands up your skirt to grab your ass. “get up.”

confused you did it, not knowing what he suddenly meant. you watched as he shifted his sitting position, spreading his legs. he patted his left thigh, gesticulating for you to sit on it.

“you want me to sit on your thigh?” he nodded his head, licking his lips. you slowly sat on his thigh and positioned your hands on his shoulders. haechan looked at you with eagerness and excitement. “you look like you've been thinking about it for a while.”

he chuckled. “you’re actually right,” his hands found the bottom of your skirt and bunched it up, panties. he grabbed your knees and dragged you closer, adjusting himself to be as close to you as possible. “get off on my thigh while i’m working on the song.”

“but-”

“no buts, babe. do it,” you nodded and he kissed your forehead and went back to writing the lyrics.

you started to slowly move up and down on his thigh and instantly you shivered at how good it made you feel.

you could feel your body begin to flush in heat, and you felt your head getting dizzy as you increased your movements.

you moaned loudly as you felt the muscles in haechan's thigh tense. you looked at him and saw his stupid smirk, and a moment later he tensed his muscles again and you snuggled into his neck.

you froze when he took over and flexed his thigh in short pulses. you had a hard time moving again because of just how good his leg felt coming in contact with your arousal.

“don’t stop moving,” he said as his hands went up and played with your breasts. you felt his lips on your neck, you felt him giving you hickeys. “fuck, i love your moans so much, you sound so pretty.”

he pulled back from your neck so he could see how wrecked you looked. he cursed silently when he saw that you looked like a mess: your flushed face, your slightly parted mouth that let out moans, and your eyes that rolled back in pleasure.

“h-hyuck, i’m close,” he nodded and kissed you, your grip on his shoulders tightening as his hands returned to rocking your hips on his thigh. your moans were louder as pleasure flushed beneath you, a hot orgasm still running from your grind.

“that’s it, baby,” he praised you as he watched you shake on his thigh. he whispered kind words in your ear and kept guiding your hips until you fell onto his chest. 

you were both quiet, he was stroking your back as you tried to catch your breath.

you looked down and noticed a wet spot on his sweatpants. you blushed in embarrassment and began to apologize to him.

donghyuck just chuckled. “don’t you dare apologize to me, it was hot,” he said and kissed your lips.

“you’re still hard,” you said, looking into his eyes.

“that’s fine. i’ll deal with that later, babe.”

“no, let me help you please,” you said and bit your bottom lip as his gaze darkened.

“be a good girl and get on your knees then.”

[joekeeryswife]

Weeee I’m here to send you a request!

So imagine Eddie as a sort of Rockstar Dad in a similar vein to Ozzy Osbourne, where he’s doing an interview or something and just casually had his and Reader’s baby on his lap and goes “let’s hope [Baby’s Name] doesn’t puke on me again!” And just Eddie being so soft with his kids and balancing work with his home life 🥹

Dad duties - e.m

hey my gorgeous angels! i’m sobbing 🥹 reading these dad! requests always melt my heart omg. this is adorable. i just know rockstardad!eddie would just adore his babies so much omg. set in 1995! anyway, i hope this is okay! enjoy reading 🩷 ⚠️reader is a model and is 24, Eddie is 29⚠️

taglist (feel free to add yourselves🩷) : @eddieamoremio @theshireisonfire @thankingjoe @livsters @sadbitchfangirl @hellfire1986baby @ladyapplejackdnd @alexxavicry @juleshadalittlelamb @hollandweather @lovurry @bibieddiesgf @plk-18 @m-rae23 @sheisjoeschateau @hargrovesswifee (if there’s a line through your name i can’t tag you, make sure your tags are on!! x)

he was in the interview chair with baby Rowan sat on his lap, chewing on her small fist as she looked around the large room. the last time she had been in an interview with him was four months ago, it was very rare that she was with Eddie whilst he was working but today you had to see your manager for a meeting about an upcoming runway show and he had insisted on taking her with him.

Corroded coffin had released a new album which had sold out in minutes, it was incredible how much fame the boys had gotten over the past few years. they had also announced a new tour after their album was released which meant Eddie and the rest of the boys had to do quite a lot of press. he loved being with Rowan, she was just so perfect and he hated being away from her so bringing her to this interview was a must for him.

she was such a character, her little personality just starting to shine through as she grew older and he loved it. the interviewer sat down opposite him, giving Rowan a little wave and a smile before she checked through her queue cards, making sure they were all correct and in order.

"let's hope she doesn't throw up on me this time" he joked to Gareth who was sat next to him who laughed and nodded his head. when she was with him last time she had thrown up all over him just before the interview ended and now that he looked back on it, it was hilarious, but at the time he was not pleased that he had sick all over him.

"i hope she does, it'll be so funny" Gareth looked at Rowan who had been cooing at nothing. Eddie adjusted her in his lap so she was sat sideways. she looked up at Eddie and smiled widely, fist still in her mouth but he could see her two small baby teeth popping through. he bent down, his hair falling all over her face making her giggle and scrunch up her face. he laughed and gave her a quick kiss on her forehead before sitting up straight and focusing on the interviewer.

"i see we've been joined by another rockstar" the interviewer joked and Eddie only laughed and nodded. "she is a rockstar, better than me and i've been one for years" Rowan cooed loudly and looked up at her dad, Eddie looked down and smiled at his baby girl. "i didn't realise how much she looks like y/n, from what i've seen she pulls a few faces and they look a bit like you but she just looks so much like her mum" 

"i think the only things she got from me was my eyes and hair, everything else is her mama. i mean i'm not complaining, she's beautiful. even some of the faces she pulls it’s like i’m looking right at y/n, i know it’s because y/n’s her mum but i didn’t expect Rowan to be exactly like her." both Gareth and the interviewer nodded agreeing with what Eddie had said. you were beautiful, considered one of the most beautiful women in then world and Eddie, a "freak" from a small town had not only been able to get on a date with you, but marry you and have a kid.

“what does y/n think of the new album? i know she’s quite invested in your work” Eddie adjusted Rowan on his lap and nodded agreeing. “she’s very invested, always helping out which i’m very grateful for, i think y/n has a good ear for music, she knows what sounds perfect that’s why the album is so good. i mean she doesn’t typically listen to rock music but she always says whatever we make she loves and i think this album is her favourite one so far”

“what do you think fans will love most about this album and what’s different about it compared to your other ones” this time Gareth answered leaving Eddie to focus on a babbling Rowan. “i think there’s a lot more thought in this album and a lot more meaning, not to say we weren’t focusing on the other ones but this one is just different, i think the band agrees that this is definitely our favourite album so far”

“your fans seem to think so as well, everyone has been raving about it. i’ve even listened to it myself and i’ve gotta say it’s incredible” both boys thanked her, it was nice to hear positive feedback from something they worked so hard on. “this isn’t related to the album but the two of you have families, are they going to come on the tour with you? i mean Eddie you’re a dad now will Rowan come watch one of your shows?” you and Eddie had been talking about this since the idea of a tour came about, you wanted to be there and let Rowan watch her dad on stage even though she was only seven months old it was Eddie’s dream for his family to be with him at his shows.

“it was a hard decision because she’s only seven months but it’s important to me for them to be there so we decided they’ll both come to a few shows here and there, Rowan can’t come to them all because-” Eddie was cut off by small coos and babbles coming from Rowan “dadadada” she said grabbing ahold of his hair and tugging it harshly.

“ouch honey, no pulling please” Eddie was still trying to get used to her pulling his hair, even though Eddie was 100% Rowan’s favourite parent (the little girl loved you so much it but it was obvious Eddie was the favourite) she still loved to hurt him, obviously she didn’t know what she was doing (or maybe she did) and her small hands pulled his hair in a way it burned his scalp.

“dadada” Rowan babbled which made his heart swell, even if she was inflicting pain on him he couldn’t get mad at the adorable little girl. the interviewer and Gareth laughed at Rowan and Eddie. he nodded and smiled, luckily he got his finger in between Rowans fingers and his hair. “i know sweetheart but no hair pulling for now please, daddy’s working” he unwrapped her hand from his hair.

his attention then went back onto the interviewer, Rowans hand was now wrapped around Eddie’s finger, chewing on it but Eddie didn’t care. it wasn’t hurting him and it was distracting her from his hair so it was a win win situation. “sorry about that, because obviously she’s still a baby and the music is very loud, she’d be wearing ear protection but it’s still quite loud so if she was at a show every night it would really affect her hearing”

the interviewer nodded and looked down at a distracted Rowan who was now more focused on looking at Eddie’s finger then chewing on it. “don’t apologise, i just have to say you’re a really good dad. Rowan is really well behaved” Eddie nodded and smiled “yeah she is”

a few days after the interview aired, the clips of Eddie being a dad went viral and Rowan was a hit, everyone loved her. newspapers which focused on celebrities and music had photos of Eddie and Rowan all over them and if Eddie was being completely honest the footage and pictures of baby Rowan were adorable and he would definitely be bringing Rowan to a lot more of his interviews.

[chvnssecret]

doll

dom!felix - sub!afab reader - edging - overstimulation - head (f) - fingering - nipple play - teasing - slight degrading - pet names - lower case intended. if you are under the age of 18, i suggest you click off now.

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you watched him, with his back to you, clicking away at his mouse. it had been constant and all day; playing his games. you were bored, and seeing his hair tied up in a pretty little ponytail made you horny. you looked at his rings, wondering how the cold metal would feel dragging along your wet pussy.

“stare at me any longer, i’ll have holes in the back of my head.” he spoke without even turning around. your cheeks flushed red, even though he couldn’t see you, but he knew you all too well. all day, all fucking day, he had been teasing you. teasing you to the point of crying. all you wanted was to orgasm and feel your pussy throbbing against his thigh, but he had other plans in store. “no answer? didn’t think so - probably lost your voice after whining all day.” he chuckled as his fingers still clicked away at his keypad. something bubbled up inside of you, you weren’t sure what, but you so badly needed to have a release.

“come here.” he beckoned you over with his fingers. you done as you were told, of course, patting your way over next to him where he sat in his chair. he looked up at you, smug smirk on his face as he patted his lap. “i’ve been mean today, haven’t i?” he spoke over your shoulder as he twiddled your hair around his finger. his deep voice tickled your ear and gave you goosebumps. it was the closest you had been to him all day. “please, lix. i can’t fucking take this anymore.” your shoulders slouched as you moaned at him, pout evident on your face.

“ah, there it is again. your fucking neediness. tell you what, sit on here and rub yourself silly on it. you know you want to.” he pointed at the armrest on his gaming chair next to you. the thought of it made you embarrassed; pathetically rubbing yourself on his chair as he sat and watched. that’s even if he watched, you were certain he’d pay more attention to his computer game than you. “go on, haven’t got all day.” he pushed your lower back gently as you got off his lap, seating yourself on his armrest. it didn’t help that you only wore white panties, with a bow on, under his shirt - but it certainly made the contact feel better.

your hips were slow at first, moving back and forth to try and find some sort of pace. you did, ending up going fast & rocking the whole chair. his eyes never left you, he sat there, face resting in his hand as he stared at you. a part of you did feel a little shy, but it was only felix.

it was too good. the feeling of just anything rubbing against your clit was enough. your hands gripped his desk as you felt your climax coming close again, pussy so sensitive and sore from all the near orgasms earlier on.

“off.” he insisted as he saw your legs tensing up. again, he had done it again. “for fucks sake, lix. just let me-,” “shut up or you won’t get anything at all.” he raised a brow and cut you off mid sentence. you knew to be quiet, because you knew that he was being serious. you stood up, a small trickle of wetness sliding down your thigh was enough to give him heart eyes. he cocked his head towards the bed and a pit of excitement formed in your stomach.

he instantly climbed atop of you, fingers brushing all around the area of your clit, but didn’t actually touch your clit. whilst doing so, he stared you in the eyes. an unknowing look was upon his face as his hand came to a halt.

“you know…” he started, finger trailing along your inner thigh. “i didn’t let you finish today, because my tongue does a better job than a chair arm, and a pillow.” he teased. “so help me then.” you bunched his shirt up in your fist with desperation. that’s all it took for him to go down, wrapping his arms under your legs and kissing all around your bud. it was throbbing, sore and so fucking sensitive from his nonstop teasing. he finally latched his lips onto it, making you take a handful of his hair and shudder from the sudden action.

it hurt, but it hurt so good. every flicker of his tongue felt like electricity through your body. your delicate pussy had been through too much - and now it felt a little too overstimulated for such things. you bucked your heat into his mouth, wanting to feel closer.

“come on, babe. you can be a bit more patient for me, yeah?” his lips unlatched from your clit, making you whine for the nth time today. as he sucked your bud again, his fingers found their way to your nipple. with each and every twist, you felt like you could scream. too many feelings were happening at once and you felt as though you could explode. with one hand playing with your nipple, the other was inserted inside of you.

maybe this is why he made you wait, but it all felt worth it.

“come for me, doll. all over my tongue.” he insisted. that you did. you could feel it rising in your stomach as you tensed around him. he still carried on sucking your nub as you orgasmed, making it too sensitive to bare any longer.

“no more, please.“ you pushed his head away and he wiped his mouth on your thigh.

“begging for it all day, now asking me to stop. making your mind up, babe.” he winked before climbing next to your limp frame, taking you in his arms and not letting go.

[agnesthecartoonfreak]

⚠️Age gap, smut, dilf⚠️

You were warned

(Also be kind. English is my second language)

Insecure

Price always knew the power he had over woman in general. He was a fit military man with who could pick them up and throw them over his shoulder anytime he wanted. That gave him confidence. After being almost a month tied to a wheel chair not much confidence was left.

Despite his confidence he was never a fan of his own body, growing old does not go easy on anyones selfesteem, his fit shereded body became a dad bod. Which he did not like. Fun fact about our captain, he is pretty much a perfectionist when it came to his own phisical appearence.

That specific day he was looking at some old photos of his young adult days in the army. The peak of his phisical shape. He would get so much attention back than. But now? Price sighs not noticing

From the other side of the room you notice tho.

"You've been nostalgic Captain?" You ask a bit worried about his mood today

He smiles warmly in your direction

"Remembering the glory days hehe"

You don't exactly understand

"Glory days?"

Price chuckles

" My youth... I miss having a body like that. I wish I met you back then darling. We would have fun" he kind of did not notice his last words

But you did...

You kneel next to his wheel chair. Looking at his old pictures. He was indeed handsome. Most likely a ladies man

" I think I wouldn't be into you back then"

Price looks in confusion

"What? Why?" A bit offended but he wouldn't admit that

"You were still growing up. You were probably reckless and imature... The things I admire in you were not there yet"

He chuckles

"Like?"

"Like your patience, your soft but rough voice, your charm , your beard and your body"

A bit surprised he talks back

"My body was way better back then"

"I disagree" you insist

He looks at you waiting an aswer

"Explain"

"You were trying too hard I think. Too skinny I think, probably in some crazy cut diet to show your abs. You look much more manly now a bit bigger but still strong as a bull" you reply

He seems touched by what you just told him. He gets a bit closer to you and you do not pull away. Both of you glance uncontrolably at each others lips.

They touch... Softly, like a slow dance. The soft kisses continue till they are interruped by a annoying ringtone

" Shit..." price mumbles

It's his daughter he has to answer it

He talks to his daughter on the phone for a while. You recompose yourself setting his bathroom so he can have a shower afterwards

She makes a promise to herself to keep on acting normally, like nothing happend. That would be professional right?

He comes back and you announce

"Sir it's time for your bath"

Price is a bit confused by the sudden change of topic. He gets a bit disappointed

Maybe you regreted? However he caries on with the task

As you shower him he cracks jokes making you feel more confortable during the task. When he thinks the mood is apropriate he says

"Listen I don't want you to feel forced to please me just because you admire me or something. I get it. I'm too old for you. I'm not mad at you I just want you to feel confortab-

Suddently you interrupt Jonh's speech by sitting on his lap and kissing him. You two kiss in silence for about 5 minutes before both of you completely run out of breath. Keeping your foreheads connected, both trying to catch their breath.

"I thought..." Price starts

"I wanted to be professional. Sorry for making you feel unwanted"

He laughs.

"What are you laughing about?"

"I wanted to do that for so many weeks..."

You chuckle looking down at his lap

"I can tell"

Price closing his eyes realizing he has now a huge boner

"That is embarrassing"

You shift your hips on his lap so you can feel him. He grabs you hips with his good hand by reflex. He open his eyes, they are now darker with desire

"I wanted to be a gentleman and take you out to dinner first..." he says but he clearly doesn't want you to stop. He uses his hand in your hip to rock your hips together

A deep shy moan escape his lips

" We can do that later Jonh. But I think now we need to take care of your needs"

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Taglist: @sillylittlereader

[obsessivevoidkitten]

Far From the Sun Pt. 2

This is the 2nd and final part, part 1 can be found here.

Male Alpha Yandere Demon x Feminized Omega Male Reader (CW: Demonic yandere, dubious consent, a/b/o dynamics, breeding, musk kink, claiming/biting, mpreg, Stockholm syndrome, feminized male reader, cockwarming)  Word Count: 2.7k (Not my best work, but I hope someone enjoys this. Also the orcs that joined under him can pass into the human territories, but they are too few in number to be able to survive doing so, I labeled this as dub-con because of the heat combined with what I can only describe as the a/b/o equivalent of Stockholm syndrome.)   You had been fearful that Aphelion would just take you then and there, as powerless as you were against him in his bedroom. Instead, mercifully, he did not. The demon had simply picked you up and sat on the bed with you on his lap.   Several days had passed since the first night of your failed assassination attempt and Aphelion had not forced you to do anything too extreme yet, just an occasional kiss on the forehead or arm wrapped around you, or sitting on his lap. You mostly remained quiet, but he had managed to coax out your name.   He knew that it would be better for him in the long run if you gave yourself to him willingly. And, to be honest, he had not expected your distressed omega pheromones to affect him so strongly, it made him much softer whenever he was near you. Despite you being a male he treated you like a fragile princess he had to care for.     The demon’s scent also had a startling affect on you. Day by day the medicinal supplements and potions you had taken to suppress your omega nature slowly lost their efficacy. You had never had to endure the full brunt of an alpha’s scent without aid, let alone a powerful demon’s, and you certainly had never been allowed to have a heat at all.   You found yourself starting to become comforted by his smell and by his constant presence. You had tried to escape a few times, but you were always swiftly caught and then forced to stay on his lap. The last time you even started leaking slick due to his proximity. You did not know what else to do, you did not want to be his mate. That wasn’t how you were taught the prophecy was supposed to go!!!   Eventually you decided that you simply wouldn’t eat anymore. You’d rather starve than be his. It seemed like your only way out.   “Come on my little human, aren’t you hungry? Are you sick?” He sounded genuinely concerned for you but you just continued to stare at your plate silently. “Come on princesssss, talk to me... please. Do you not like it? I can have something else made for you!”   You remained quiet and pushed the plate away and got up from the table, about to make your way over to lay on the large chair he had by the window, but he grabbed your wrist and pulled you into his lap.   “It’s so cute when you’re all rebellious, but you really must eat (Y/N). I insist.” He yanked you into his lap and used one hand to angle your head a bit upwards and his other hand held a spoonful of soup to your mouth.   “Here is how this can go (Y/N), you can either let me feed you, or I can cast a spell on you to control your body like a puppet and make you open your mouth for me. Maybe I have been too lenient with you.” You defiantly clenched your mouth shut.   Aphelion would never dream of forcing you to do something sexually, he knew he would have you eventually, but you had to eat for your own good. So if he had to force you to do it then so be it. His eyes glowed red briefly and you went limp against him.   “Now be a good girl and let me feed you.” You unwillingly opened your mouth and let him spoon feed you until your bowl was empty, you were conscious but had zero control over your own body.     He ended his control over you and rubbed your back comfortingly. You responded by glaring up at him.   “Don’t be such a brat. I am only taking good care of my mate.” Aphelion nuzzled his nose into your neck. “I swear you smell better everyday.”   “Y-yeah, well, you don’t let me use any spells, medicine, or potions to hide my smell and suppress my omega traits!” You looked at him indignantly. You would be frustrated that you had to deal with your horrid anatomy and urges on a good day, let alone while dealing with being a glorified prisoner.   “You shouldn’t use them so much. When was the last time you ever even had a proper heat anyway, you smell like you’re approaching one.” Aphelion held you close to his chest, his smell making you flustered again, this time more easily.   “N-not that it’s any of your business demon, but I have never had one, they started me on things to prevent one before my first heat. My training to slay you and purge your evil from the realm did not allow for such distractions!”   For the first time Aphelion lost the smug confidence in his voice. “What? Those things can kill you (Y/N)! It’s bad enough they put a lone unclaimed omega into enemy territory, but you were raised as a weapon your whole life? Not even allowed basic biological expression?”   He resolved right then and there to treat you even better. He would shower you with love and affection and let you express all your omega needs and behaviors.       “I don’t need your false pity! You’re an evil butcher.” You tried to pull away from him, but he didn’t let you. His pheromones got noticeably more intense and calming. Maybe it was a trick or maybe he really was capable of feeling sympathy, but you didn’t need it!   “I offered the various races a chance to join me peacefully and only some of the orc and elf factions recognized my power and joined me. How is what I am doing any worse than the warring orcs and humans? They wish to dominate. But they are filled with bloodlust and greed. Once I unite everyone under one banner all of it will end. I am not a good person, but the most good will be done under my rule!”   Aphelion kissed your neck gently. “I am sorry they propagandized you and hurt you. I’ll fix it though.” The large demon sat you down on a chair and went towards the bed.   You were in denial, the humans and elves weren’t the bad guys! They just wanted freedom… but they weren’t exactly free under their current kings… but… they were their own kings at least…? If things were that bad surely they’d have overthrown their rulers!   You remained deep in thought, not paying attention to what Aphelion was doing, until he cleared his throat to get your attention.   “I put various fabrics, clothing, and pillows on the bed for you. You should make a nest. You probably have never gotten to satisfy that extinct…”   You got up nervously and approached the bed and assortment of nest making supplies. You had once been caught making a nest and had received a harsh beating for doing so. The memory made you shudder and your hands shook as they reached for a blanket. Surely it wouldn’t cause any harm to just make a nest right?   “Go ahead. You can be an omega here okay?” He gave you a reassuring smile. The demon lord really wanted you to be happy here, every omega had a need to nest, plus it would help you bond with him.   You sniffed through through the supplies and used a lot of soft pillows, you also added a lot of his scented laundry. You did not want to consciously admit it, but his pheromones were amazing. They soothed you and made you fill a fluttery fire in the pit of your tummy.   You laid blankets in the center. It looked like a bird nest made mostly of clothing. It felt really nice to build it, like some secret part of you was finally free. Aphelion couldn’t be all bad if he made you feel like this could he? He could have easily overpowered and forced himself inside you...

  While having that thought and sniffing absentmindedly at the underarm of a shirt you were about to add as the last piece of your nest you suddenly felt a wave of warmth spread through you. You felt quite tired and wobbly and had an urge to just rest in your new nest.   You got on the bed and crawled into the nest, pulling a nice blanket over you. If someone had told you a week ago that you would be bundled up in on the bed of The Demon King Aphelion and felt not only safe but strangely content you would have passed out from laughter.   “D-don’t think I like you or want you as a mate… I just really wanted to make a nest and you happen to not smell too awful, it isn’t like I have any other options...” You were still in denial about your growing attraction to him. He constantly doted on you, took care of you, you even kinda liked that he teased you and called you a princess or girl a lot.   But you had been raised since birth to despise him, to kill him, so you could not just accept him as a mate like that.   Even though you were going to bed so early Aphelion got in beside you and draped his arm over you protectively.   “H-hey, get off!” But despite your protests you scooted into his hold. That night, in your brand new nest with your totally not-mate Aphelion holding you, you had the best sleep you had ever had.   You woke up feeling hotter and more flustered than ever, you found yourself laying atop a sleeping Aphelion, slick leaking like a waterfall onto his crotch, with his arms wrapped loosely around you and his bulge rubbing against you.   He was still sound asleep but you were panicking. Why did you get on top of him in your sleep? Why were you making so much slick? Why were you so fucking horny and why did Aphelion smell even better than he did yesterday?   You clung to him and grinded your cock against him desperately. All you wanted was more of him right now. How he was still asleep you had no idea, but you crawled up his body and nuzzled into his underarm and then further up into the scent gland in his neck.   That was the moment you accepted that you thought of him as your mate. The people who raised you made you suffer but Aphelion never did.   When he awoke to the scent of your arousal, the feeling of you nuzzling into his neck, and the sensation of your slick drenching him he thought for sure that he had to be dreaming. The demon finally had you willingly wanting to mate with him.   He rubbed his hands up and down your sides and you felt even hotter at his touch. You licked, sniffed, and nuzzled his neck aggressively as he peeled off all your sweat and slick soaked clothing. Aphelion pulled his pants down, freeing his scarily large prick.   He wanted to just pound into you. You wanted him to just pound into you. But the demon was larger than any human and he knew even a nice stretchy omega hole would need some preparation first.     Aphelion hoisted you up and set you back down right on his face, you fit perfectly between his horns. The demon slid his tongue over your hole, enjoying the immense flavor of your slick before gently sliding it into you. The appendage was certainly unlike any human tongue, stretching deeply into you, licking and prodding every inch of your ass, massaging and prepping you.   You cried out and gripped his horns like handlebars as your thighs squeezed together from the first orgasm of the day. Cum dribbled from your cock as a torrent of slick almost threatened to drown your demonic mate.   He pulled you off his face as he sat up and sat you on his lap, facing him. Aphelion kissed you deeply and you moaned softly, melting into the kiss as he gave you as taste of yourself.   He broke the kiss.   “Are you ready for me to breed you my sweet (Y/N)?” He looked at you like you were the most beautiful thing in all of creation.   “Yes! Pl-please, I need it so bad Aphelion!” You were so blissed out it took all your effort to mumble out those words.   You felt him lift you up again, his hands spreading your cheeks as he lowered you directly on to his drooling cock. His tongue had stretched you so well that he slipped inside easily even with his massive member.   You wanted to cry. It just all felt so right. Nesting, inhaling his scent, mating. How could things that feel so right be wrong? How can a being that makes you feel so good be evil?   He started slow, each deliberate thrust into you coaxing another girly moan from your lips.   “Such a good little mate for me~ I’m going to knot you, going to fill you full of seed~” He was almost as lost in pleasure as you were, softly nuzzling into your overly sensitive neck before picking up the pace. Your naturally produced lube leaked down and covered his fat full nuts as they smacked loudly against your ass every time he pushed into you.   No longer able to contain himself he went from nuzzling your neck to biting your gland there deeply, causing you to writhe in equal parts pain and pleasure. Once more cumming from the overwhelming sensations of sex with your demonic lover. As he slammed into your juicy hole relentlessly his climax wasn’t far behind.   Aphelion impaled you deeply and loaded you full of his hot demon seed as his knot sealed you two together. You finally felt, for the first time in your life, that some deep seated need buried within you had finally been fulfilled. Your heat and the vigorous mating you had just enjoyed exhausted you, and you could not exactly go anywhere all knotted up like this, so you laid against his chest and fell into the most content sleep of your life.   The King of Demons licked your claim mark and kissed your forehead, “Such a good mate, my little hero (Y/N)~”   Over the course of your heat you mated at every opportunity. Stopping only when he made you to eat or when you were too tired and fell asleep right on his knot.   It was like every heat you had ever suppressed had come back all at once to make up for lost time.   You even impaled yourself on his cock right in the throne room when he had to attend to ruling his territory.   When you fucked on the thrown he would help you straddle his lap and he’d use you as his personal cock warmer, slowly rocking his knot against your soft insides for hours, while attending to matters of state.   Your deep primal urge for your mate to knock you up and be with him at all times, especially so soon after claiming, overrode any embarrassment you might have otherwise felt. Aphelion had no issue at all with it, he was content to breed and knot you whenever his small little omega boyfriend needed it. He thought it was adorable how you tired yourself out riding him and jerking your cock until you fell asleep in his arms with his prick still firmly knotting you.   If any of his underlings had a problem with it they surely did not dare say anything. He was not a violent ruler, but he was large and intimidating and he could be very cold at times.   Unlike many alphas he let you bite and claim the scent glands on his neck to deepen your bond and prove he did not think you were lower than him for being human or an omega.   Immediately after your heat Aphelion got you your own thrown installed next to his, matching it perfectly, but smaller. He wanted you to have a more comfortable place to sit than just his lap. Especially since you were pregnant with his spawn.   He adorned you with a dainty crown and jewels that matched your eyes. Now you really looked like a princess and he had everyone treat you as such.   You were happy with how the prophecy worked out, once the war was over everyone would be united under your wonderful alpha~

[wolffapex]

a little treat

→ you’re a writer and you have two days to deliver the first chapters to your newest book but having inspiration to do it… so toto wolff gives you a little treat to help you. → words counting: 2,8k → warnings: smut → khai’s note: this is my first time writing smut in english and on tumblr. hope you guys like it! my askbox is always open for requests and to chat :)

You pushed the MacBook away, removed your glasses from your face and left them on the table anyway before covering your face with your own hands, allowing a muffled grunt to escape your lips.

Being a writer was not an easy task and you knew it, but it was what you loved to do most in your entire life and the area you had found yourself in. With several books published and awarded, you had the recognition you always dreamed of, but none of that stopped you from feeling extremely frustrated at that exact moment.

The physical calendar on the wall right in front of you only served to remind you that you were two days away from handing in four chapters of your next book to your editor and you hadn't even managed to finish the second. You hated not being able to meet the deadlines that were set and the writer's block gave rise to a huge sense of frustration within you.

— Everything is fine?

Toto had just arrived on the first floor when he heard your lamentation, as the office you two shared in the house was next to the stairs that led to the second floor of the house.

As you were two people with different commitments and goals in your work, you knew very well what each one had ahead of you for the week and he knew exactly that you were close to having to deliver chapters of your next book.

— Dear? — he tried again, but this time approaching you and placing both hands on your shoulders, being careful not to scare you. — What is happening?

You pulled your face away from his hands when you felt his caress on your shoulders, allowing his body to relax into the chair and letting your hands fall into your lap. You just loved the power it had to make all problems go away in a simple way.

— I have four chapters due in two days, but I haven't even finished the second one. you sighed.

— Is there no way to ask for more time? — his hands moved to your shoulders, massaging the spot in an attempt to help ease the tension that gripped his body.

— That would delay the remainder of the schedule. — you replied — As I insisted on launching the project this year, things got a little tight.

You knew it would be a difficult task to deliver a book for release later that year, even more so with the fact that it was less than five months away from the end. All dates, deliveries and meetings were planned in a minimum amount of time so that everything went smoothly and there was no possibility of errors or delays.

You kind of had no choice for your lack of inspiration. You needed to find inspiration somehow or you would end up not delivering the project and consequently ending the year in the worst possible way at your job.

— Is there anything I can do to help you?

— Can you get me inspired to write three more chapters in forty-eight hours?

Toto stopped moving his hands and you sighed because of that, already missing the contact, but grateful that you needed to get back to your work — or try to do something else.

— No, but I can try if you want.

— I appreciate the help, dear. — you laughed — But you don't have to worry.

You got up from your chair, looking for your computer and glasses, facing Toto and smiling in his direction.

— I'm going to work in the garden, maybe that will help me.

He nodded, kissing your lips softly and you left the office, heading down the hall towards the back of your house in Oxfordshire which had a large garden. Despite the cold, sitting in one of the armchairs on the porch, observing the greenery and the outdoors could be just what you needed at that moment.

Inside the house, Toto was still standing in the office because an idea had appeared in his mind to be able to help you. For him, the best way to meet a deadline like his was to be relaxed enough that only that might be able to make you write everything you needed to.

The austrian returned to the room to be able to prepare everything he had in mind. He filled up the tub, put in some of the bath salts you loved, lit some scented candles, and dimmed the room light, getting everything exactly the way he knew you liked it.

In the garden, you had only managed to write a paragraph and your mind sabotaged you to make you believe that it was rubbish. While you internally discussed whether or not you should delete it, the austrian pushed the door that separated the environments and took a few seconds to observe you, smiling widely.

— Honey… — you turned your face, finding him nearby — I need you to come with me.

— Did something happen?

— I prepared something for you.

— Something for me?" — you laughed — What did you do, Toto?

In response, he held out his hand towards you and you set your notebook aside, taking your husband's hand and allowing him to guide you through the interior of the house you shared, feeling more and more anxious to know what he was doing. have done.

— Why are all the lights in the house off? — you asked, but all you got in response was a weak chuckle from your husband.

You two went up the stairs towards the second floor and, as soon as you entered the suite you shared, he let go of your hand, stopping in front of you and turning his body to face you.

— I need you to take off your clothes, honey.

— Toto… — you said, surprised by the request — or the order.

— I can take it off for you if you want. — he shrugged because it wasn't one of the worst jobs in the world, but it was definitely his favorite, and you knit your eyebrows together as you watched him walk over to start taking off your shirt.

— What are you doing, Torger?

— You said you wanted to be more inspired. — he paused, pulling your shirt up and discarding it across the room before sealing his lips to yours. — I've set out your favorite rose wine, filled the tub, added those salts you like and I'm ready to get you completely inspired tonight.

— Darling, you didn't have to... — he interrupted your sentence, joining his lips to yours once more while one of his hands began to open the buttons of the pants you were wearing, letting the piece of clothing slide down your legs.

— Of course I had to. — he smiled — I promised that I would do everything in my power, and then some, to make you happy, darling.

You nodded, letting a goofy smile play on your lips at the care he had for you. That had been one of the thousands of reasons that made you fall in love with Toto.

— Now, let's take your clothes off.

You hurried to get rid of the pieces, which made him laugh, stopping to help you so he could just watch you. You couldn't miss the glint in his eyes when you were stark naked in front of him… It was like you were the most beautiful thing he had ever seen.

— Do you like what you see, Mr Wolff? — you joked.

— I love it, Mrs. Wolff.

Toto smirked, approaching to kiss you and took advantage of the proximity to lightly squeeze one of your breasts, making you moan in the middle of the kiss.

He walked away, taking your hand and leading you into the bathroom, where there were more candles lit and the tub was duly ready for you. You could smell the flavorings and salts he had thrown in.

Toto helped you to get into the bathtub and you closed your eyes when you saw that he had left the place. You took advantage of that silent and calm bath he had prepared, taking a few minutes just for you, without thinking about anything you had to write. It was a moment of peace with yourself.

— Schatz… — his voice made you open your eyes —I brought you some wine.

You smiled, reaching for the glass of wine and saw a delicate smile on his lips, as if he was genuinely happy that you were enjoying everything he had prepared.

— Are you enjoying it?

— I would like it better if you were here with me.

— Today is about you, honey. — he said — Enjoy your relaxing bath and I'll be back in a few minutes.

You nodded in agreement, even though you wanted him to stay there longer, if only to look at you. But, you also knew that you needed to enjoy a moment like that, even more so because he had thought and prepared for you.

In the bedroom, Toto was making the bed, which was the second part of what he had thought of. The light was low and the atmosphere had some candles to bring a more romantic mood for the two of you to enjoy.

Minutes later, he returned to the bathroom, pulling you out of your moment and helping you out of the tub carefully so you didn't end up slipping. He removed the glass from your hands, handing you a towel so you could dry off and stared at you for some time before approaching slowly.

The way your lips touched in that instant made a shiver run through your entire body and you let go of the towel so that you could hug him around the neck. The austrian's hands roamed over your body, squeezing your ass, gluing your body to his so you could feel his cock as you sank deeper and deeper into the kiss you shared.

Blindly, Toto made you walk backwards, leaning your body against the sink and breaking the kiss so that he began to distribute a series of kisses along your jaw. He moved his lips down your neck, taking the opportunity to bite a little of the skin and his hands roamed freely and shamelessly all over your body, getting lost among your breasts, your belly and on the way to your pussy.

A ravenous moan escaped your lips when you felt his fingers in the space between your legs and automatically your hands tugged at his hair, feeling Wolff's smile against your skin.

The circular movements started, making you close your eyes so you could give yourself completely to him, especially when your husband's lips met your breast. That was the paradise you loved so much.

The fingers entered and left you the way you loved, torturing you at the necessary times and with the hand of his hand brushing your clit in the way he knew would take you to your climax in no time.

Your eyes fluttered open as he pulled back, stopping all movement, and you could have sworn you were about to cry in frustration, but he chuckled before kissing you once more.

— Toto… — you called him.

— Say it, schatz…

— Please.

He smiled, shaking his head and you saw the moment he crouched down in front of you. His eyes closed again when he spread your legs apart, already anticipating what would come next, but first he blew on your pussy, sending a new shiver through your body before touching the spot with his mouth.

His body arched back and his hand went blindly into his hair as he felt his tongue roam the length of it. It was delicious because he knew exactly what you liked and what he had to do… Toto had you in his hands.

The ball of pleasure in his belly was getting bigger and bigger and you knew it was going to be burst at any moment. Moans escaped your lips without fear and his hand in his hair pulled hard so that he could discount in some other way all the sensations that hovered over your body.

When Toto slipped a finger into your pussy, you squinted, parting your lips to let out a longer moan.

— Yes, Toto… — you said — Please.

You knew you didn't have to ask because he would give it to you, but your mind couldn't reason that that was the obvious. Only pleasure was all that was on your mind because that's all you felt in that moment. But most importantly, it was everything you needed.

Toto pulled his mouth away from your pussy when he felt the way you contracted against his fingers because he knew the moment was close. Your breathing was interrupted, your eyes narrowed and your moans showed that there was little left.

He knew you very well.

— Yes, my little girl. — he murmured — My little girl is going to come on my fingers, isn't she?

All you could do at that moment was nod your head frantically in agreement as your body was no longer ruled by your mind, but pleasure alone.

You needed it.

Toto smiled at the scene he had right before his eyes. The sweat pouring down your forehead, your breasts swaying and the way you squirmed under his touch…. Perfect.

— Come on, love.

The bubble in your belly seemed to burst.

Your feet buckled, your body arched and a loud moan escaped your lips in that instant, filling the entire room while your mind was a big blur.

Wolff smiled completely satisfied, continuing to move his fingers inside you to prolong your orgasm for a little while longer and you moved your hips enjoying that wonderful sensation before feeling your body relax, going back to meet the sink.

You opened your eyes slowly, sighing when he withdrew his fingers from inside you, finding the image of your husband sucking your fingers completely wet from your cum with a smirk smile.

He was perfect.

You loved him so much.

Especially when he gave you an orgasm like that.

He knew exactly what was going through your head at that moment. Toto knew you wouldn't stop there, but he couldn't stop teasing you because it was one of his favorite things to do. Then, with a smile on his face, before you, still recovering, he asked:

— Do you think you're ready to write what's left?

[wanderingpages]

‧͙⁺˚･༓☾Gentle Sins AU☽༓･˚⁺‧͙

“Are you going to help me take my clothes off too?” I meant it to sound teasing – I wanted to show him I could play his game too – but I was breathless, I was buzzing with anticipation.

“You know it wouldn’t end there, Jude,” he gave me a wry look. “It's a shame,” he rose and ruffled my hair, “It's a shame you’re my sister,” he murmured, needlessly reminding me. “Because that was some damn fine pussy, baby.”

TFOTA // All Human // AU : Jude and Cardan do things step-siblings shouldn't do.

Trigger Warnings: Crude language, Allusions to Drugs/Alcohol, Debauching Catholicism/Religious Metaphors, Taboo Sex.

Only God and @headcannonxgalore knows how many times I rewrote this one.

Jude's POV

I stand on my tiptoes, both feet perched on the back of my armchair, strategically positioned against the wall closest to the doorway. Holding my breath, I delicately place the wire right above the door frame. "Uh huh," I mumble in response to Fand's voice emanating from the speakerphone, feeling beads of sweat forming at the back of my neck. A sigh of relief escapes when the fairy lights finally find their place on the nail I had carefully tacked there earlier. Stepping down, I survey the room, content with the new decor I've added today. Admittedly, it was done as a way to create an excuse to stay in my room and avoid the rest of my family, but as  I take in the rest of the scene, I can't help but feel pretty accomplished. 

Suddenly, there’s a tap on my window. My brows furrow when I turn and spot Cardan standing on the roof, waiting patiently for me. He breathes against the glass before writing “Hi” and drawing a little smiley face in the fog. I let out a snort, despite myself, forgetting about my cell still running a call on my dresser. 

“Jude?” Fand questions.

“Um, Fand, I’ll call you back in a bit, okay?” I hardly hear her answer as I end the call, tossing the phone on the bed. I walk over to the window and pull it up. I rest my elbows on the sill, watching amused as Cardan squats down to be leveled with me.

He tugs the end of my braid, grinning, “Can I come in?”

I pretend to think, “What’s in it for me?”

“Anything you want, princess.” His eyes glimmer in the moonlight. He leans in closer and I can smell cinnamon gum on his breath. “Please,” he pleads, “It’s cold out here, Jude.” My mouth tingles at the barely there brush of his against mine. My tongue darts out, wetting my lips and I take a tentative step back for him to maneuver in. The chilled air also seems to follow him in, making goosebumps prick at my skin. I resist the urge to cover myself and take a few steps back until the back of my knees hit my bed. I take a seat, finding the koala I had thrown from my chair and bring it onto my lap, digging my fingers into its fur. 

He sits on the ledge, obscuring most of the cool air from directly hitting me. He nods his head to my phone, curiously, “Who was that?”

I shrug, following his line of sight in time to see a message come through from Fand. I swipe it away, glancing at the time reading well after midnight. “A friend.”

“Oh, I’ve heard that song before,” Cardan teases. He brings his tongue to the back of his teeth, and to my annoyance, begins a series of ‘la-la-la’s’ in tune with the chorus of Biz Markie’s “Just a Friend.”

“She is,” I insist. Contrary to what my stepmother may think of me being this lonesome child, I did have a few friends in high school and Fand was by far the closest. We kept in touch throughout our first semester, and met up a handful of times since I’ve been back. But, despite that, despite the hour long conversation I just ended with her, I’ve been feeling like a stranger. 

I give my stepbrother an inquiring look, wondering why he’s so far away and why we’re both acting so coy. I run the nail of my forefinger over my thumb, jolting when I snag a scabbed over bruise. Absently, I bring the scored finger to my mouth as I take him in. He looks flushed, undoing the scarf around his neck before running his fingers through his dark, windblown tresses. A silver pendant glints against his black shirt –  a small double cross pendant on a roll chain. I rub my hand over my cheek and raise my brow in question. He grins when he catches my eyes and asks, “How was your run this morning?”

“My run?” I repeat, miffed. I’m partially dazed, entranced by how stark he looks against the backdrop of my very bright room; donned with a dark pair of jeans, laced up boots and what looks like a dark sherpa lined coat only enhanced by the crème colored walls and fairy lights strewn up – along with fake greenery and miscellaneous photos hooked in between – at the far corner of my room.

He turns, taking in the new decor and taps a photo closest to him, musing lightly, “When did you put this up?”

 “A few hours ago,” I admit. “Have you always been partial to the color black?”

“I’m more of a gold guy,” he says, scrunching his nose in a way I can’t help but find almost cute. His nose ring shines when he tilts his head just right, and for the first time since I’ve known Cardan Greenbriar, I feel quite shabby in comparison. My pajama pants are fuzzy and juvenile with its cow printed pattern,  and the large gray shirt I have on does nothing to help accentuate my body. “You didn’t even kiss me goodbye,” he brings back the conversation, almost pouting at me.

“Kiss you goodbye,” I repeat dryly. I grip the koala a little tighter. “Sorry?” I offer, a moment later and he shrugs absently. “Where’d you go? Today, I mean. You were gone when I came back,” I point out, aware of how suddenly I'm the one with the accusatory tone.

He looks at me carefully when he answers, “A friend asked for some help. She’s moving furniture around.”

“She?” It comes out before I can stop myself. Him asking about Fand felt so light compared to the dread I feel asking about his friend.

He rests his head back against the window and watches me, slightly amused. “Mmhmm,” he hums and assures me, “no one to be worried about though, little sister.” His lips tilt up and I throw the teddy at him. He catches it in one hand, then brings it close to him for a cuddle. I'm all too aware of how empty and exposed I feel without it as armor. 

“That’s not what I was getting at,” I mumble. My stomach churns, feeling a rush of complicated emotions twisting deep within me. Jealousy, I can admit to myself, and a pitiful type of envy as I watch the beady eyes of my stuffed animal he holds so tenderly. I play with the tips of my hair, fiddling with the elastic that holds the tight braid together. It’s a little too tight, and maybe that’s why my skull is pounding right now. “Why did you come through the window, by the way? I’m sure our parents don’t care about a curfew for you.” If I sound bitter about that, he decidedly ignores it.  

"Have you considered that maybe, I just like the thrill of things," he says playfully, his eyes holding something daring and challenging within them. A wicked grin curls onto his lips and I let out a huff of air, trying not to think back on all his thrilling ideas before. A tingle crawls up my spine, unpleasantly. This time I don’t ignore the shiver and I cross my arms over my chest.

I roll my eyes, “Okay, you adrenaline junkie, can you close the window now? Pneumonia isn’t very thrilling, so to speak.” 

He instead places the koala on the bookshelf and moves to come closer to me, though he pauses when I give his boots a pointed look. He retracts, settling back against the window, instead of undoing his laces like I thought he would. “Come here, first,” he barters. I blink in hesitation, and while I try to remain seated, my feet lead me to him anyway. I roll my eyes, annoyed with myself, wondering if I’d bark, too, if he told me to get on all fours for him. 

I toe at his boot when we’re close together, staring down at the chipped polish on my nails against his scuffed leather. I’m avoiding his gaze because it’s so damn bright in my room that I know if I meet his eyes, I’ll find that his dark irises are not black as midnight, but a deep brown with tiny, lighter flecks of amber around the edges. I’ll get lost in them like I shouldn’t, fall just a little deeper, maybe, forget that this is a game and fold. He tilts my chin up and my heart’s nearly steady rhythm skyrockets as soon as my gaze falls on his lips. “Hi,” I say, quietly.

“Jude,” Cardan says just as breathlessly, and it catches me off guard at first. My name sounds like sin…like desire, when he says it, and as I place my fingers over his chest, I wonder if the devil has ever called out a saint’s name so enticingly. ‘Eve,’ the snake whispered, ‘bite the apple’ must be tantamount to ‘Jude, ride my fingers.’ His lips twitch, a lone finger tracing pink in my cheek, and he asks, “What are you thinking?”

I don't answer. I reach for the cross dangling from his neck, testing the weight on the tip of my finger. It’s heavier than most pendants its size, and when I flip it over, I’m not surprised to see the letters ‘c’ and ‘h’ embossed on it. I want to twist the chain around my fingers until it purples my skin, until it embeds in his flesh, until he struggles for breath – maybe then he’ll feel an ounce of what I feel when I'm this close to him. I trace up the chain, following it to where his skin is flushed from the weather. I find a bruising mark along the juncture of his neck. I bite my tongue, embarrassed to know that I was the one who left it there. I finger it lightly and he shudders, to my surprise. His lashes flutter and his lips part. 

Astounded, I trace the mark again and watch, enthralled as he sucks in a breath. His heated hand grasps my iced one, removing it from his skin. He squeezes it lightly, thawing my fingers before letting them go. My hands then move to his hips, creeping towards his back, sneaking into the warmth of his jacket. Cardan’s hand against my face splays, fingers reaching to my neck, his other hand goes to my hair, curling it like a rope around his wrist and bending my head back. He leans closer, cinnamon wafting over my cheeks. I want to kiss him, I realize. Not in the throws of passion or under the guise of secrecy, I just want to kiss him soft and sweet; press our lips together for just a second. Perhaps, I had done myself a disservice, not kissing him goodbye this morning. Lost a chance of daylight reaching our sins. 

His eyes search mine, he’s annoyed, I think drably, but he holds me in place with no malice touching his features. His thumb traces the darkness under my eye, indication of my lack of sleep. “Is it me?” His question confuses me for a moment, and I grip his shirt just a bit tighter. “Something else? Daddy?” I frown at that when I follow his thought process. Dad, guilt, Asha… I try to turn my face but he doesn’t let me cower. His eyes search mine, then he offers, “Do you want to get out of here?”

I hesitate to answer, only because I’m not quite sure of how grand of a scope his question entails. Get out of my room, or get out of this life? “It’s past my curfew,” I finally murmur stupidly, my breath hitching when our lips meet briefly.

His lips stretch against mine. “Go find a jacket,” He turns me to face my closet and I stumble towards it, colder the further I move away from him.

“Should I change?” I ask, looking down at my sleepwear.

“What’s the point, if I'm going to get you out of them, anyways?” I scowl and turn my head to him. His smile is boyish as he surrenders, “Joking – I would dare not corrupt my darling little sister, of course.”

“You’re sick,” I tell him, now deciding on remaining in my frumpy attire out of spite. He laughs out a stupid childish phrase, implying I was the sick one, not him. I fight the urge to stick my tongue out at him and head to my closet, finding the only coat not currently hanging downstairs in the foyer. I grab a pair of thick socks from a drawer and then proceed to slip on sneakers that have seen better days. They’re no pristine, white high tops like Vivienne's but they do the trick all the same. “How do I look?”

I give him a turn, not really expecting a response as I walk up to him – I’m sure I resemble a clown school drop out – but I let out a startled noise when he pulls the scarf from his neck and wraps it around my own. “It’s cold,” he explains. It’s a soft cashmere and smells just like him. He climbs out the window first, not giving me a chance to respond, then holds out a hand to help me out. I keep my mouth closed, nuzzling deeper into his scarf as he explains how to get down. I’m only half hearing his words as the thrill of sneaking out starts to surface by the tremble of my body. He navigates his way down first, making sure I'm closely following behind. I feel a little giddy, and perhaps it shows on my face when Cardan glances at me. His soft smile seems responsive to my mood. He throws an arm over my shoulder and quietly leads us past his car and towards the sidewalk, then a little ways down.

He finally pauses far enough away, under the shelter of trees at the dead end of the cul-de-sac where not even the neighboring houses’ security lights can touch us. We’re in front of a pick-up truck, old and rusted and not at all something I’d ever picture Cardan driving; seemingly out of place even in my neighborhood. My eyebrows shoot up when he opens the door and gestures me in. “This is humbling,” I finally manage, laughing at the absurdity of it all. He holds a hand out to me and I take it, letting him help me into the cab. It’s a little shabby, but I feel more comfortable than I did in his car. Maybe it’s because the truck holds no awkward memories I constantly have to face in it.

He jogs over to the other side, quickly turning dials to blast the heat. He keeps the windows down only a crack to diminish any fog on the glass, then pulls on to the road. My fingers wiggle in front of the vents, warming them up, humming to the low music his radio plays. His lips tilt in a small smile, “I told you, I was helping a friend.”

My eyebrows shoot up, “So you rented this?

“Baby, I own this,” he says almost proudly. “None of Daddy’s money and all.” He shrugs and turns the music up, “Have you ever seen Insmire during the holidays? We missed the Halloween decorations, but Christmas is something else.”

“No,” I shake my head and lean back, tucking my chin to snuggle into his scarf. I wonder idly when the warm musky scent of him has turned into something comforting for me. “I never really had a reason to go to Insmire.”

He glances at me then nods to the canvas bag by my feet, “You cold? There’s a blanket in there.” I reach down and pull out a thick beige knitted throw with gold sequins scattered here and there. Before I can mention anything Cardan says, “Nicasia didn’t want it, said you’d probably like it.”

I tuck it back into the bag, “Nicasia?” it takes me a minute to realize that she’s the friend he’d been helping. Something sours knots in my stomach and I try to ignore it. Had he driven that far to see her, or did she also live much closer than I knew? “From the party? She… knows about us?” It’s stupid to ask, I know before he answers. I think about Ghost and what he asked me that night, if I wanted them to watch – wanted my stepbrother to watch. He knew, so of course she knew, too. 

“Jude,” Cardan laughs, “She got her rocks off watching me watch you; I’m sure she might have an inkling of how constantly I think about fucking my stepsister.” 

“Oh,” I mumble, wryly, “Is that how her rocks got off?”

“I might have helped some,” He laughs, turning the radio up. “I think she likes you,” he offers and I squirm.

“Yeah, well, I don’t like you.”

“Little liar. I think you like me a lot. And it’s more than just the dirty shit I do to you; you like me as a person and all that.” In another world, I’d agree and we’d call this our third date.

I grind my molars, staring out the window, watching the lights pass us by. “I don't even think I know you as a person, really. Like, what do you even major in?”

“Psychology,” he says, not missing a beat.

“Really?” I ask, surprised. “Why that?”

“Wish I had a better therapist when I was 7,” he drops on me. “What better way to fix the system than from within?”

I look at him with high brows, “Really? I mean- I… I’m so sorry, Cardan -”

“I am pretty exceptional at coloring within the lines, though,” he smiles almost indifferently. “I think that's really all I did in her office - color worksheets she’d give me.” I part my lips, but he changes the subject, “You ever been ice skating?”

“No…” I say, slowly, accepting the new information and trying not to pry where he doesn't want me to. “I’m not really into sports - I never even learned how to ride a bike.”

“You run,” he points out, to which I shrug as this was something new to me too. “Wait, you don't know how to ride a bike?” I let out a startled laugh because yeah, that does seem incredulous. 

“He may not seem like it, but Dad worries a lot. He’s never let me experience scraped knees. I don’t even have my ears pierced.” I give him a grin but he doesn't reciprocate. His eyes are trained in front of him, glancing up at street signs so my eyebrows furrow when Cardan reaches blindly, fingers touching my ear, thumbing where a first piercing would be. “Oh,” I say, “I guess it’s weird that I took your earrings then - do you want them back?”

He rolls his eyes, making a turn as his fingers glide down to my shoulder, then lower to my hand, encasing it in his. “Don’t be stupid, Jude.”

We talk casually, asking and answering more asinine questions – whatever we must have missed on our road-trip home. I give his fingers a squeeze when I get more comfortable, giggling a bit as Cardan sings off-key to the Christmas song playing on the radio. I turn my head to the window, watching as gradually, bare houses with some fairy lights slowly transcend into houses adorned with strings of multicolored lights blinking in harmony. Every single tree we pass by has an array of lights shining brightly. Inflatable Santas and reindeers sway in the winter breeze. It’s almost whimsical. I lean closer to the window, aware of Cardan slowing down for me to see. Sure, Insmoor had their fair share of décor, but Insmire felt like being inside a snow globe.

“This doesn't feel real,” I whisper in wonder. I roll down the window halfway, sticking my head out the car to get a better look. Cardan’s hand holds mine a bit tighter, as if he’s scared I'd fall out. The decorations become more intricate, with some houses featuring life-sized nutcrackers and snowmen. Strings of lights with snowflakes and baubles at the end hang from bare trees, looking like giant ornaments floating in the air. Even the towering Christmas trees are visible through the windows. One house even has a Grinch placed by their chimney. They all look like different scenes from different Christmas movies.“Cardan - look!” The air carries the familiar scent of winter pine, and for a moment, the festive atmosphere transports me back in time.

The memories flood, foggy, but still there, and suddenly, the smile on my face feels like it’s worth too much effort. I recall silver thistle wrapped around a small tree, baubles with our names on it. Jude, Eva, Madoc. “It’s so pretty, Mommy!” I said as dad lifted me on his shoulders, letting me place an angel on the top of the tree, followed by a distant response of,“Just like you my baby.” A scene so warm makes me feel so cold now. When did I stop believing in Santa? It had to have been after Mom left - but had Dad ever attempted to keep up pretenses after that year? I can't remember a happy holiday with just my father and I. Even with Asha's added presence, we never went for usual Christmas traditions, though it was probably the only time I ever received a wrapped gift or Christmas cookies - albeit store bought, it still embraced the holiday that in a way, my dad had halted.

“Jude?” Cardan's voice breaks through my reverie, calling my name with concern. I don't answer immediately; the emotions threaten to overwhelm me. I wipe my eyes, taking a moment to center myself. My hand feels cold in his. 

“Even your house is decorated,” I point out, trying to mask the sudden croak in my voice. The truck rolls to a stop in front of someone’s lawn. His front lawn might be the most tame, though still painting a picture of a snow-family opening presents by a large Christmas tree.

I see Cardan run a hand through his hair from my window’s reflection. The cheery glow seems to turn into an uncomfortable spotlight. He looks torn on whether to answer me or offer me comfort. “Yeah, we…pay people to do that for us.” He’s concerned when he asks, “Jude, what’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” I wipe at my nose and turn to give him a smile. It wavers and feels forced, not fooling either of us. “I just remembered… I just… I haven’t had homemade hot chocolate until your mom showed up.” I feel like I’m somehow betraying him by telling him this. “I didn’t even know what Elf on a Shelf was until she started living with us.”

His eyes flash; he looks almost… defeated. “Yeah?” he tugs my hand, and I let him pull me closer, let him turn me and guide me on to his lap. He shifts us down to the center, making sure the steering wheel wouldn’t dig into me. I place my palms on his chest as he undoes the scarf, letting it hang around my neck, then works on my zipper, smoothly sliding it down and unhooking it.

“I’m sorry,” I whisper as I lower my head to his. Sorry I fell for Asha - wish I fell for you, first.

He seems to hesitate, his gaze lingering not exactly on me, but at me. "She’s not my favorite person, but if she’s yours, then..." he shrugs, and pulls me closer, his hands coming to my hips, sliding beneath my shirt to the small of my back. “It's a little funny,” he smirks with no mirth, “She never even knew how to make hot chocolate when I used to visit. She burned chocolate in the microwave once. Unrelated, but I never went back after that year.” 

I frown, tracing the curve of his lips with my thumbs. “What did she do?” I ask, before I can stop myself. My eyes grow wide, “Don’t answer that, sorry -”

He cuts me off, giving me a dry smile, “It’s all water under the bridge, don’t worry your pretty little head over it.”

“Cardan…”

As if it explains anything, he says, “My mother is a devout catholic now, repenting and all that,” his droll is sardonic. “Maybe she’d be proud of how biblically I want you.”  his fingers creep higher, thumbs maneuvering over my breasts making me suck in breath when he caresses my peaked nipples. I bite down on my lip; I think I know him well enough to know he’s deflecting, but I don't mind. His hands are so, so, so warm. “I wouldn't be here if I didn't think I could handle it. Don't worry, little sister.” He trails off quietly, a far off look on his face. His thumbs are absently rubbing over me in small circles. My knees twitch and I feel the shake in my thighs as I grind down on his lap, reaching for some type of friction. He sucks in a breath, fingers digging into my skin. His lips twitch, eyes gleaming when he meets mine, “Anyways, you can tell Daddy that I think you ride just fine, baby sister.” 

I grit my teeth, sliding my hands to cup the back of his neck. I grip at the hair at his nape, moving my hips a little harder. “Fuck you,” I manage, and he just smiles, so awfully, holding on to me as I continue to take what I can from him, like a damned hypocrite. My nails dig into his scalp and my head falls back. I feel warm and flushed and lightheaded. His nail scrapes against my nerves, and I bite down hard on my bottom lip. Heat pools between my legs the more he circles my nipples. They get so sensitive so fast that it starts to feel like torment. “Ah,” I whisper, my nails on the brink of breaking his skin.

There’s a rush in my ears and it takes me some time to realize Cardan is speaking to me, whispering to me, praising me, taking nonsense,“...good… you look so fucking good…so pretty…riding this dick…” I let out a moan when he shifts his hips and we align perfectly. “I wonder,” he breathes, “how often you hump your pillows… like this… ride your stuffed toys… wishing it was me….” I’m too gone to be embarrassed. I want to undo his pants but I don't want to let go of him, I don't want him to let go of me, either. He reaches down, biting me over my shirt and I let out a cry when he tugs at the peaked tips of my breasts, one after the other.

Cardan’s fingers are bruising into my skin and when I glance down, he’s already looking up at me. The lights flicker against his necklace, taunting me, and for a moment, I imagine it dangling off his bare neck, teasing my skin as he hovers over me. I lean down until my lips are by his ear and bite down on his earlobe. He pinches me under my shirt, in retaliation, before rubbing his fingers over the soreness. I suck in a breath, feeling hot and heady, rubbing harder on him until the ache in my clit is satiated. 

“Which one was it,” he whispers. “The snake?”

“No,” I manage.

“Koala? Cat…?” His grunts are labored, I shake my head against him, and I lift my hips just a bit to bounce on him. “A pillow?”

I whimper and his hands slide down to my hips, kneading at my flesh guiding me roughly. My eyes screw tight, as heat erupts inside of me. I pull his chain from the back, letting the cross dagger into his skin, press into the hollow of his neck, while I ride the last of the euphoric wave. My lips move against his skin, “no… I have a different toy. One that vibrates. I’ll let you watch one day.”

His eyes are lidded, when I pull away to look at him. His breaths come out shallow as I slow to a stop. He brings a hand to my hair, winding my braid until my neck pulls back. He bites down right under my chin, pulling away with a harsh suck of skin. “I’ll hold you to it.”

He slowly unravels my hair and my fingers shake as I hold on to him, trying to catch my breath. “Do you…” I can't find my words, falling forward to place my head against his. My hands slowly lets go of him, falling from his neck and down to his chest. I go lower, reaching the button on his jeans, “You didn’t…”

He closes his eyes, taking in a breath, “Just stay still for a moment.” He gives me a dry laugh, “It’s not so easy to clean up come in my current position, as it is for you to hide how wet your panties are.” I roll my eyes, but heed his request. Finally, he opens his eyes and searches mine. “You look tired.”

I snort, “no kidding.”

He grins, “I should get you back home now. You’re due for a run in a few hours then I'm sure you’ll follow Asha to mass later, right?” I grimace at that but nod anyway, feeling a little more than anxious about Sunday service.

“I feel another sleepless night coming,” I admit. He slowly moves his other hand from under my shirt to hold my face, and I tell him, “It’s not you, by the way.” He gives me a questioning look and I smile as much as I can for him. “The longest I’ve slept since we’ve been back was last night, in your arms.” I lean in to give him the kiss we’d missed out on before. He grabs my chin, not letting me fully pull away, and presses his lips to mine again, turning the soft peck into something more, parting my lips with his own, coating my tongue with cinnamon. 

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How to Hide a Human

A story featuring my MC, Alinda (but please, just call me Lin!) and some Anti-Lucifer League shenanigans that result in soft, fluffy cuddle times with the aforementioned demon. Lin uses she/her and they/them pronouns.

PAIRING: Lucifer x Lin RATING: PG for brief mentions of drinking WORD COUNT: 2222 ✨ FEATURES: fluff, Team Make Lucifer Sit On YOUR Lap, general demon shenanigans

Humming under their breath, Lin tip-toed down the hallway in fuzzy sheep slippers with their phone, textbook, and tablet in their arms. She'd muted the D.D.D. (all the better to slink past demons with too keen of senses) but could hear the tell-tale buzzbuzz of the vibrations as Satan and Belphie continued to argue over them in the group chat.

The Anti-But-Not-That-Anti Lucifer League was up to its usual shenanigans, and she'd been willing to play along for damage control until they lost the plot. They didn't like her 'cover dinner in whipped cream' idea-- which she had to admit was fair, it punished everyone except Beel who would probably barely notice and-or think it was an improvement. And they didn't like her 'hide something of Lucifer's' idea because it was apparently "too juvenile", which she had to bite her tongue to not point out to them that this entire 'club' was childish and absurd.

But the tipping point had been when she became the prank-- specifically, her 'sudden and mysterious disappearance'. Which she had not been entirely against initially, but then it just turned into the usual squabble of "who gets to hide them" with both brothers arguing over why they were the better hiders. Tug-of-war got old quick when you were always the rope.

She gave the door in front of her two courtesy knocks before reaching for the knob. Familiar magic prickled the palm of their hand like static and poprocks, but it turned and the door silently swung open to permit entry. The fireplace was softly roaring within, comforting and cozy, and with a click the record player changed albums to an ominous fanfare of brass and strings. When the door fell shut behind her, she felt the hairs on the back of her neck raise as the curse reactivated to keep unwanted guests out.

Lucifer looked up from his desk, a brief glance of acknowledgement of their presence and their stack of homework materials. He was getting better at that; she'd complained that it felt dismissive when he didn't even look her way on entry. Sure, demon senses and all-knowingness and yadda yadda, she got that he knew it was her by her scent and knew why she was there by the-- actually, she didn't fully understand that, something about her soul maybe? Flickering emotions? He never gave a straight answer. But she insisted it was rude to just outwardly ignore her (which he'd responded to with an arched brow that implied this was a Her Problem) and that it made her doubt whether he wanted her company (which he'd responded to with a look of subtle surprise and then extra effort to ensure she knew just how much he always enjoyed her presence).

As they settled down in ‘their chair' with its soft thick blanket folded over the back and a pitcher of water on the coffee table nearby, their phone buzzbuzzbuzz ed angrily. They could feel the weight of Lucifer's gaze as they checked their D.D.D.

Satan : Lin? Where are you? I am outside your room to collect you for our prank. Belphegor: WE are outside your room to ask whose room you prefer for our prank. Beel's already getting snacks for us, by the way.

They twisted their lips and made a low sound of dismay. Belphie was the king of emotional low blows like that. He knew how they hated to disappoint his big, gentle, absolute angel of a twin. The musical backdrop transitioned to a lone violin wailing tenderly over an accompanying harp.

Lamb-chan: Uno Reverse.

The immediate pulsing "..."s at the bottom of the chat from both made her snort. She tossed her D.D.D. aside and poured a glass of water for herself, then a second that she stood and carried over to put on the convenient coaster on Lucifer's desk. He always prepared his space for her visit with the hope it would be needed.

"Which of my brothers are you terrorizing now?" he asked, a faint curl to the corner of his mouth. He'd said once that when they successfully pranked any of his siblings there was a specific 'flavor' of his sin that pulsed through them-- and thanks to their pact, through him.

"Your fan club," she replied with a grin as she rocked back on her heels, hands clasped behind her. The far-too-large sweatshirt she wore (one of many such shirts Beelzebub owned, emblazoned with his jersey number) slipped a bit to one side, and Lin wiggled her shoulders to try to adjust it halfheartedly.

Lucifer finished his current sentence before setting his pen down and looking up at her properly, smirk fully formed and brow arched. "Playing both sides again, are we?"

"I believe in enriching my demons regularly for optimal health." Their nose scrunched with the force of their smile as he responded with that warm, low, sincere chuckle that was becoming common in their presence.

Then their gaze dropped to his desk, the piles of paperwork neatly but overwhelmingly covering half the surface. The 'done' side was slightly ahead of the 'to-do' side. It was two hours to dinner, and Lucifer always worked late into the night on Saturdays when he wasn't being dragged out to a bar or club. Given that Leviathan was on meal duty and that Asmo, Mammon and Satan were planning to hit The Fall tonight, his current workload should be 'just about on schedule'.

Which meant she was safe to lean over his desk and hook her finger around the loosened knot of his tie and give him a playful tug. "Speaking of, you're past due for a drink and some cuddles, mister."

Trial and error had given her a pretty good sense for when she could get away with switching their roles around. Lucifer, on the surface, liked to be the one in control and giving orders; his Pride had his image to protect. But Lucifer , her beloved and her pact mate and her chosen family, appreciated letting someone else take control now and again and seeing what they'd do with it. And given the pink flushing his cheeks and the crinkling at the corner of his eyes, they were getting away with playing master for a bit.

"Is that so?" he drawled, even as he obligingly leaned forward and pushed himself from his chair. He huffed his amusement as Lin released her hold on him only to snap her fingers, already spinning from him to skip away with a beckoning gesture over her shoulder. "Feeling confident in ourselves today, I see."

Against the opposite wall from his desk was a plush red velvet chesterfield sofa, a matching piece to the chairs around the small coffee table. It had varied uses in its lifetime, from part time bed when Lucifer insisted he only needed a brief nap between projects to extra seating when he had his brothers working with him on something for the student council. Recently, its primary role was for quiet, cozy intimacy between one Avatar of Pride and one cheeky human pactmate.

Lin kicked off her slippers and curled her bare legs up under her on the couch as she watched Lucifer collect two glasses and one of his prized bottles of demonus. Beside her, the music was now rising and failing, swelling and tempting, strings and woodwinds flirting as brass and timpani resisted. "Mm, if I am, it's all your fault." Living (and having pacts) with the avatars of sin had been oddly therapeutic over time. They let themself buy nice, expensive things more. They stopped thinking so critically of their reflection. They slowed down. And with Pride himself praising them and humbling himself at their feet, they learned self-confidence and how to center themself in life's narrative.

His answering pride in her pride created a feedback loop that was a blooming, pleasant warmth in both their chests. He eyed her as he approached, the way she lifted her chin and met his eyes with a confident little half-grin. Once upon a time she’d avoided eye contact and kept her face down, and while she still would always be the first to look away, she no longer cowered from her demons.

"And what," he asked as he sat beside them, smoothly popping the cork to tonight's bottle and pouring them both a generous glass, "was today's enrichment?"

Lin accepted her glass and took a sip, watching him over the rim as he set the bottle on the end table beside his armrest. Drinking demonus with any non-human always made them feel a little bit like a child with sparkling grape juice on New Year's Eve again. Sure, it had the same tart and bittersweet taste on her tongue, and she got to hold a fancy glass too, but it didn't do anything. 

"Well, they were debating what prank to play on you this time," she began, twisting on the couch to face her body toward him and lean back against the armrest. "It was ultimately decided to use me as the prank, and that they should steal me away from you to get you all upset."

He huffed softly, rolling his eyes as he propped his elbow on the chair back to angle toward them in return, his glass of demonus held elegantly at his chest. His free hand dropped to her calf, half-extended toward him, to gently squeeze as though there was a chance she might still dive off the couch and run off to fulfill their mission. "The only 'upset' that would have caused would have been them complaining about their punishments after I retrieved you."

"Aw, you mean you wouldn't have been even a teensy bit upset without my nightly visit to keep you company here?" she wheedled, her laugh echoing into her glass as she held it to her lips. His narrowed eyes were non-answer enough as he lifted his glass to take his own drink (and, in Lin's expert opinion, to pointedly not protest too much). "Anyway," she drawled, mercifully shifting focus, "that just devolved into them fighting with each other over who got to hide me with them, and so I decided neither of them got to win this round. So I came here to spend the day with you, and texted them an uno reverse."  With a little wiggle where she sat, she managed to stretch her leg far enough to poke her fuzzy sock-covered toes against his thigh.

Lucifer watched their foot, then slid his gaze across and up to meet their eyes. His expression was one of soft warmth that still gave her butterflies every time she received it. Without even a glance to check, he twisted to set his glass down beside the bottle and held out his hand in expectation for theirs. She beamed at him as she let him take her glass.

With the sort of careful strength her demons were excellent at, he yanked her by the ankle to drag her down onto the seat. Lin shrieked with laughter as they twisted and wriggled to tug down their shirt that had bunched up beneath their back unpleasantly. Lucifer merely smirked at their cat-print shorts as he prowled over them, a move that radiated predatory seduction despite his little human's fearless smile. "Then I best enjoy your company while I can, as I suspect you've motivated those two idiots to truly plot against me now."

"Worth it though?" she asked, already knowing the answer but wanting to hear it all the same.

"Absolutely."

Before he could make whatever move he had planned, though, they lifted their legs on either side of his slender waist and wrapped them around his lower back, tugging quick and hard to bring him down. He grunted as he dropped (carefully, gently) atop her, though she knew it was entirely for show. Lin lifted her arms around his shoulders and stroked her hands through his carefully arranged hair, his face pressed into her bosom.

As much as she loved letting him be the big, suave, strong demon in the relationship, she'd also learned how much he enjoyed being the metaphorical little guy from time to time. So sometimes she bought him a bouquet of roses, and sometimes she surprised him with dinner reservations, and sometimes she cuddled him to her chest and held him as best she could to try to impart the same feelings of love and safety and peace in him that he infused in her. (It was a little harder when they were a fraction of his height, width, or musculature, and lacking any wings or special demon limbs to wrap around him fully, but they did their best.)

Lucifer gave a halfhearted murmur of dissent even as he shifted his weight, adjusting to get more comfortable and winding his arms beneath the small of their back. One of their legs was still hooked over his hip, but the other slid down to curl over his. Behind them, the record player continued its song, a single oboe carrying the melody over delicate strings and brass. With a fire crackling nearby, one of the strongest beings in creation resting atop her, and her favorite symphonic suite playing, there was nowhere in all three realms Lin would rather be hiding away.

[blurryvxntage]

hi! i'd like to request a married life with sapnap headcanon please c: thank you!

this is fairly long because i did different things that are incorporated into everyday married life with him!

cw: suggestive themes, pet names

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Doing Everything Together

Whenever Sapnap isn’t streaming he leaves his office door open so you can always come in. He even has a second chair in there that he bought for you.

You walk in his office and lounge your arms around his shoulders, watching what he was focused on. He leans back in his chair and looks up at you, giving you a quick kiss.

You pat his shoulders before standing up, “I’m gonna go to the store, do you need anything?”

He quickly spins in his chair as if he was shocked you would ever do anything without him. “Can I come?”

You laugh, “Of course. I just thought you were doing something.”

He quickly saves and closes out the program he had open.

When the two of you come back from the store he stands next to you the whole time you’re cooking.

Physical Touch Is The Love Language

You’ve been laying in your bed for half an hour, waiting for him to finish up on someone’s stream. When he finally came in he launched himself into the bed, landing on top of you.

You laughed, laying a hand to run across his back. His lips kissed up your neck to the curve of your jaw.

He pulled himself up to rest on his elbows, “I have to take a shower but I want to stay here with you.” He whined.

You flashed a fake pout at him, “Do you want me to come with you?”

He quickly nodded, dragging you out of the bed. He loved when you showered or took a bath with him. It didn’t even have to be sexual, he just lived for the skin-to-skin contact. He insisted on washing the shampoo out of your hair, his finger tips were gentle across your scalp making sure he got every last bubble.

The two of you got dressed together after, Sapnap helping pull your shirt over your head. You settled into bed, Sapnap lying on his back with you on his chest.

Having The Same Routine

Since marrying Sapnap you’ve adopted a lot of his mannerisms and vise versa. Your husband doesn’t have the most “normal” daily routine. He was often up late working on things or streaming at absurd hours.

It was the middle of the night and you were up watching some random television show. Sapnap was up in his office streaming for his thousands of fans. You knew his friends were probably up with him too, all having horrible sleep schedules.

The click of his office door opening and closing told you he was done. He walked in your room, pulling his hat and sweatshirt off to make himself comfortable.

“I thought you’d be asleep..” He smiled before laying down next to you.

You turned on your side to face him. “Not really tired.. I wanted to wait for you to come to bed anyway.”

He shuffled closer to kiss you. “Sorry I stayed up so late and made you stay awake.”

“It’s okay, love. I don’t mind it.” You gave him a smile before moving to wrap your arms around his waist.

“I love you..” He said, moving in to kiss you again.

“I love you too.”

Constant Affection & Love

You stood infront of the fridge, looking for anything that struck your fancy. You were hungry but you weren’t in the mood or cooking and snacks didn’t sound good.

Sapnap walked up behind you, placing a hand on your lower back and a kiss on your cheek. “What are you doing?”

You sighed, leaning over to hug him. “I’m hungry but I don’t want to cook..”

Sapnap peered in the fridge to assess the food you had, “Do you want me to cook for you?”

You looked up at him with the hopeful sparkle that he loved so much. “Would you?”

He nodded before moving away to get started on a meal for you. “Anything for you my darling.”

He stayed true to his word and made you whatever food you requested. You were now sitting on the couch, your legs were thrown over his lap so he could give you a foot massage. Even if he wasn’t fully paying attention, his hands were always soft and careful when it came to you. He always made sure he never hurt you, even in the slightest.

“You’re a great husband, you know that?” You spoke out.

He turned his head away from the television with a soft smile on his face. “Thank you but you make it easy. Not hard being married to you.”

The rest of the night went on with Sapnap telling you how beautiful he found you and how he was so lucky to have you. He loved when your face blushed after he gave you a compliment.

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Endless Reds and Blues

Pair: Kakucho x Reader (Ran x Reader)

Warning: Slight toxic dialogue.

A/N: I apologize for the lack of posting stuff here on the site. I'm having a hard time lately. I just want to give up. For the people who support me when no one could, thank you so much. It means the world to me. I hope you enjoy this chapter--I haven't written this series forever! Sorry I took so long to post a fanfic. I wish I could’ve done better and faster when it comes to writing—like I got everything down from start to finish with the plot, but, trying to overcome my problems in life. Thank you for your patience. ❤️

(Please report if someone decides to steal/plagiarize my story. And notify me. Thank you.)

Chapter 6: So Heartfelt and Vulnerable

As you we're having a deep talk with your friend, the part of the sandwich fell off on your lap, dripping the sauce.

Himiko placed the napkin. You thanked her and wiped the substance.

"This is pretty good, considering how the sandwich fell off. The should be careful on what they put here. Dry food can be wet real quick."

"Or how they carelessly stuff it down without thinking about consequences on carrying it. So what are you doing after school? I was thinking we should go to the karaoke."

Yow swallowed in fear. "I'm not sure...I have other plans. I'll let you know when I'm available."

"This new place by Shibuya is crazy good. The service and the food and drinks are great," Himiko insisted. "And so many cute guys passing by."

"I can't."

"What if there's a guy that looks like Leonardo DiCaprio? I've seen tourists going here. Maybe I'll find him."

You shook your head. "Thanks. But if the actual Leonardo DiCaprio is there, let me know."

"I'll even try to ask him if I have to."

Shaking your head, you said, "Become a Hollywood actress, then tell Leonardo that I requested him to date me. Maybe I want to be in a Titanic movie, starring me and him. Although Kate Winslet is better for him than me, actually."

Himiko slapped your shoulder lightly. "Let me know, then. Because I can't stand being around my relatives."

"Like a home away from home."

"Exactly." Himiko's eyes twinkled.

Then the classroom doors opened.

Oh, no.

You scoot your chair back on the wall as the Tenjiku members entered. Surprisingly, the admirers weren't following them. Probably the law they gave sufficed.

"Ah," Ran's eyes twinkled. "Here's our little mermaid." Then he rushed over to your side and had his hand on your waist, hoisting you up and drag you out from the classroom. "We've been looking for you everywhere."

"In case you didn't know, I'm trying to have a peaceful lunch," you said, munching.

His face leaned in almost close towards yours, his breath tickled your skin and his eyes gazing longer than it should've. "You forgot our deal, little darling." Then gazes to your lips, then back to your bewildered eyes.

"First of all, I'm not a darling," you said, removing yourself from his arm. "And second, the deal is supposed to a meeting between me and you guys after school."

Ran smirked. "Perhaps I should phrase it, little darling. You have to sit with us during lunch."

"What is this? Mean Girls? Who's the Regina George?"

"There's no Regina George," he said, baffled. "But you do have to sit with us."

"Out in public?" you asked, blushed.

Ran smirked again. "No, we have our own private area for lunch break to get away from prying eyes and ears and mouth. Come with me, my little mermaid."

You rolled your eyes. "In case you forgot, my name is (y/n), not Ariel. Unless you wanted me to sing and get my voice."

He chuckled. "We'll see, (y/n). We'll see." Then he snapped his fingers, saying, "Oh, I forgot." His thumb caressed your lips, and his satisfaction grew wider. "You have slight dirt on your face. You should thank me." Then licked the portion on his lips, tasting it.

*~~*~~*

Then you and Ran met up with the rest of the members, who are watching Ran clinging to you beside him.

"Why am I not surprised?" Kokonoi said, sighing.

Rindou and Sanzu followed. Then Takeomi and Mochi stood still watching you. As for Kakucho, he watched you also, but with a slight sheepish gaze, still wearing his stoic expression.

"Here she is!" Ran announced, smiling widely.

"Um, Ran, why are you still clinging onto her?" Rindou asked.

"She's tiny, and needs to be protected," Ran answered.

"I don't think she needs protection, she can smack me with a heavy book," Sanzu reminded.

"Don't be like that, Sanzu," Ran said, poking Sanzu's cheeks, to which Sanzu smacked Ran's hands away.

"Keep her away from me," Sanzu said.

"Don't worry, I will," you said, approaching.

Kokonoi frowned. "Don't try to forget our deal. Even if you pretend to do so, we'll remind you again."

"Fine," you said, looking at the school window.

"This way," Kokonoi said, beckoning you to enter the private area.

Once everyone entered, Kokonoi said, "Have a seat."

You took a seat beside Kakucho. "Are they always this way?" you whispered to yourself.

"Yes, they're always this way," Kakucho said with a flicked brow.

You looked at him directly. "Sorry, I was talking to myself."

Kakucho's eyes closed as he softly smiled. "It's fine."

The rest of the time during lunch, it was wilder, wilder than you expected--or maybe it surpassed your expectations in a most frightening and baffling way.

*~~*~~*

You packed your stuff for tonight, and lying to your mother is the worst thing. You didn't want her to find out the deal between you and the boys while your mother is trying to reach the lawyer to investigate regarding the bullying incident you have before.

Tonight, you're bracing yourself for the worst.

Entering the Tenjiku's lair--private home--one where you made a deal with them.

You weren't sure what you're going to do with the boys. Probably studying and tutoring in full hours. Partying. Or possibly surprising you with a twist.

Whatever it is, you prayed hard for a good and smooth-sailing result despite of bracing oneself.

In the lavish building, you were thinking and imaging you’re going to be tutoring then for the whole time until exhausted.

As you enter their room, the foyer, then the living room, it was set all cozy with large and cushiony pillow and blankets with a large screen tv turned on. Buttery popcorn and sweet-filling ice shaving drinks are on the go.

“What the hell?” you uttered.

“(Y/n), nice of you to join us,” Ran greeted before giving you a hug. And you returned the gesture rather awkwardly and suspiciously.

“Yes, because I made a deal with Kokonoi,” you said with a stiffened smile.

Ran then dragged you on the couch with all the members watching you. Again.

They could’ve just ignore me and do their own thing. Luckily, Kokonoi and Sanzu weren’t paying attention to you because they’re trying to select a movie they watch.

"No, I'd say we watch Godfather," Sanzu suggested.

"No," Kokonoi said, typing the movie title on the laptop that was already connected to the movie projector. "I want to watch Dark Knight."

"Forget it! I'd rather watch Iron Man!"

"No!"

"You're difficult."

"Same goes to you. If you want to watch Godfather, go to this movie theater where they replay the old movies."

"Dark Knight isn't new, either. It's been years since Dark Knight is out since 2008."

Kokonoi had his hand up. "Shoo!"

"Both Iron Man and Batman are rich playboys," you told them.

Kokonoi and Sanzu both looked at you. "What?" Sanzu said.

"Both guys--rich and playboys, like you guys," you said with a sincere smile.

Kokonoi looked back to his laptop. "I don't remember in the contract that you're going to be mean."

"How can it be mean when it's true?" Kakucho said.

All members flabberghasted at Kakucho.

"Thank you," you said, sitting down at the farther corner of the lavish couch.

"Which one?" Kokonoi asked.

"Which one, what?" you said, lifting your feet up on the couch.

"What movie do you want to watch?"

"Whatever."

"There's no movie called "Whatever"," Sanzu butted in.

Your sharp glare darted at Sanzu. "Fine," then you stood up and went over to Kokonoi with a hand outstretched. "Give me your laptop."

"No," Kokonoi said, pulling it back.

"Just give it to her," Ran advised with a swished hand.

As Kokonoi begrudgingly handed you his laptop, you searched the movie title, and Ran's voice boomed. "Did I ever tell you that your pajamas are cute?"

You snorted. "Save the flirting for later, Haitani."

Ran drew a dramatic gasp with a hand on his chest. "How hurtful! Did you not want to call me by my first name?"

Then goo-goo eyes shown, as you're stifling your giggle.

"You're not drinking alcohol again, are you?" Rindou asked.

"Hell no!" Ran said, with a fake, dramatic cry.

"I can't choose..." you whispered to yourself. Then a minute later, you said, "Alright, I have a question for everyone. Do you guys want sub or dub?"

Everyone's glances are exchanged with each other.

"Um...dub--wait--why?" Kokonoi asked.

Then you installed the movie, gave back the laptop to him. As the lights dimmed, you bounced back on the couch with a little squeal and little kicks on your feet, stuffing higher squeals in the pillow.

All the members looked at you as if you've gone mad.

"What movie did you install?" Sanzu asked, horrified.

With a little snickering, you said, "You'll see..."

Couple of minutes later, everyone's invested into the movie screen until it showed the face Leonardo DiCaprio.

Then you squealed it occupied the quiet walls. Some members jumped and looked at you again.

"Oh my god," Rindou said, planting his face against his hands. "No!"

"Every time! What does he got that we don't!?" Ran said.

"He's Leonardo DiCaprio...?" you stated.

"That's not a real solid explanation, (y/n)," Takeomi said, lighting another cigarette.

"Okay, his hairstyle," you said with confidence.

"Again, not the reason."

"Is there anyone else you like? Someone who's not a celebrity?"

"Umm....Johnny Depp? Keanu Reeves? Brad Pitt? Matt Damon? But if you’re talking about MCU, it’s either Tom Hiddleston or Robert Downey Jr. or Benedict Cumberbatch or Tom Holland.”

"Not a celebrity!"

Then before you reached another set of popcorn, you took a glimpse at Kakucho with a stilled expression. Dismissing, you look back at Leonardo DiCaprio. Each time he shows up, you kept sighing and squealing, though it's toned down.

As soon as Leonardo DiCaprio's character reached his hand towards Kate Winslet's character, your hand automatically reached out towards his in a dramatic fashion, and it got some men snorting at your profound acting and reciting line by line.

"How many times did you watch Titanic?" Sanzu asked.

"This is my thirteen or fourteenth time...I'm not sure--I lost count!"

Then you get lost into the movie again. Until you started crying on some death scenes--mainly Leonardo DiCaprio's character--Jack Dawson.

"Even when he close his eyes and covered in blizzard, he still looks handsome. I want to marry him so bad," you whispered. "Leonardo I love you then, and I love you now! I loved you ever since it came out--I'll never let go!"

But all the members shot their shocking gaze at you.

"This girl...she never stopped..." Sanzu said, rolling his eyes.

"Tell me about it..." Ran said, saddened. Then he looked at Kakucho, who was also looking at you.

As soon as the movie is finished, you hummed along Celine Dion's song. But Kokonoi halted it. The lights switched back on.

"Hey!" you said with a pout.

"No more," Kokonoi with a cat-like smile, poking his tongue out.

"So what do you guys think?"

"I think it's...great!" Ran gave a polite smile.

"I somewhat fell asleep," Takeomi said.

"But...we could watch any movie, and you chose the one where you squeal for 5 seconds each," Rindou stated.

"You're the reason why we kept ourselves awake from your admiration towards Leonardo--Takeomi sleeping aside."

"How old was he when he's in Titanic?"

"22 years old," you said. "I know he's so gorgeous. His face, his eyes, his majestic hair and his voice. I want to swim on that forever. We should watch Romeo and Juliet next. The way he smokes his cigarette and the way he cries on that movie is too sexy. If you chose the sub version, Leonardo's voice is beautiful."

"Okay, that's enough fawning." Sanzu said, refilling the popcorn.

"Hey, I could say the same thing to girls towards you guys at the school. How is this any different?"

"She's got a point," Mochi said.

"Mochi!" Rindou said.

Shrugging, Mochi said, "I mean where's the lie."

"Anyway, are you guys ready?" you chimed in.

"For another Leonardo movie?"

"No, I'm testing you guys in English," you said, indicating for Kokonoi to give you his laptop for install another movie, this time it's Disney's The Little Mermaid. "First we have to watch this."

"I don't watch cartoons," Rindou objected.

"Then go somewhere else, or try to talk to one of the girls," you said without looking at their direction, you put the sub version of the cartoon movie.

"Do you think so low of us, (y/n)," Rindou dared.

"Rindou, with all due the respect, I meant to say that everyone is handsome and like most handsome men, they're occupied by girls. See, if I say you're ugly, what would you gain from it?"

Minutes in, and the song began to play, you hummed along the tune quietly. Kakucho, on the other hand, could hear you. There's something so pleasant about you, self-assured of yourself and unafraid to speak your mind--no matter how harsh it was.

Few scenes in, and Prince Eric shows up.

You sighed.

"Oh, now what!?" Rindou said.

"He's cute!" you raised your voice slightly.

"But he looks like the type who does stupid things," Sanzu said.

"Like you?"

Then it was silent again, minus Sanzu's huff.

"You're the real life Ariel," Ran commented with a smug.

Though you didn't hear it. Kakucho, on the other hand, heard it.

A heart stirred.

Did Ran have feelings for you? Surely he isn't. He's a playboy who knows how to make someone feel good through affirmation. Another reason why he's the most popular member.

*~~*~~*

Then you and everyone talked, due to English assignments. And by the time there's a pop quiz, Ran stopped and said, "I keep hearing you humming during the Disney cartoon. Is that your favorite movie?"

"I like Beauty and the Beast, and Mulan and Aladdin, and Tarzan--The Little Mermaid is one of the top five favorite Disney movies."

"I want to go to sleep," Sanzu said.

"Do you want to fail?" you said.

"I can copy off from someone else. I mean what's the point of learning when I can just use translation. We have technology."

"Sometimes translations are unreliable. They can give off the wrong impression on someone--some people out there, they get offended so easily. One time I tried to practice Japanese to someone, and he got pissed--doesn't want to talk to me and left. I kept saying and pronounced the wrong thing, and it ended up being so inappropriate. So I ended up going to Japanese classes--ones that doesn't feel basic. I just wanted a good challenge, so that it'd be worth it in the end."

"You did good," Ran said.

You smiled at him. "Thank you. Alright, we should take a break. Do you know where the restroom is?"

"Pass down from the living room on your right--first door," Kakucho said.

"Thank you." And with that, you left, shutting the door.

Kakucho watched you, and until you come back, he still watches the door.

With a shadow hovering over Kakucho, he glanced over to see smiling Ran. He's already creeping Kakucho out.

*~~*~~*

Ran and Kakucho spoke alone, making an excuse of bringing more snacks and proper meal in. As Kakucho entered the kitchen, Ran followed, and said, "She's cute, isn't she?"

"Yeah...she is," Kakucho said.

"Feisty, too."

"I guess so."

Then Kakucho is backed to the wall. This time, Ran's smile turned into grim. "I saw the way you look at (y/n), but your love for Mariko runs deep. Let me give you a warning. She's not someone to be trifled with."

"You only know (y/n) for a few days, she hasn't said much to you. Besides, since when do you care about (y/n)?"

"But her character does. I'm not stupid. Whatever you're thinking right now, you're thinking of Mariko, instead. I have my eyes set on her. If you dare to hurt her by mixing with your feelings with Mariko towards (y/n), you're going to regret this for life."

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[idontplaytrack]

Scared

Jos Cleary-Lopez x fem! reader

Warnings: hospital setting, hospitalisation, surgical procedure mentions, vomiting descriptions, anxiety

In which, reader finally gets on the right track to an answer for her pain but then she’s faced with a great fear of hers.

You’ve never seen Jos this scared. It was difficult to scare Jos— and in fact, difficult was an understatement. It was impossible. But the one thing that could make her feel this way? Seeing you in pain. She would then feel so, very helpless. You were curled up in her bed, literally writhing as you felt the sharp pain in your abdomen for the third time that hour. Jos watched you, terrified that you were experiencing such intense symptoms this time. This was not your typical flare up.

“Babe, I’m gonna get my Mom to take us to the ER, alright?”

“No.” You shot her down immediately.

“We’re going.” Jos insisted, “Mom!” She jogs to her Mom’s room, “y/n needs to go to the hospital…”

That’s all you heard before her voice died down. You gave up resisting and just went with the flow— nothing else was going on in your head then getting through the waves of pain. You had no idea how you got into the car, but you were in the back laying down with your head on Jos’ lap while Margot drove. You vaguely remember Jos just lifting you up while your arms hung around her neck lazily. Or was it Margot? No, it had to be Jos…you smelled her perfume and saw her necklace. Your train of thought was suddenly interrupted by another wave of pain that caused you to cry out. “Breathe, baby. I got you, it’s okay.” Jos reminded, “How far away are we?”

“About twenty.” Margot answers, glancing at the rear-view mirror, “I’m going as fast as I can. Hang in there, okay, sweetheart?”

You didn’t know about that- every single bump on the road had tears pricking at your eyes. You later learnt that Margot was certain that you had appendicitis, but with your lack of a fever and what you presented with during the physical examination, the doctors were seemingly freaked out— they didn’t show it, but it was prevalent that your case baffled them. Your symptoms didn’t fit this condition or that disease. They had no clue what to do with you.

“You did an x-ray, right? And that showed nothing. But you touched the area and you felt something- so something is there. Give her a different kind of imaging, then.” Margot urged the doctor who was typing away on the desktop, “She is clearly in a lot of pain and threw up in the waiting room. I do not care how much it will cost me, just figure it out. Not for me, but for her. If you refuse, please- put that down on her file so that the next time we see a doctor, they won’t jump the gun and dismiss her for being an addict.”

Jos sat with you, Margot did the talking because you just couldn’t form a proper sentence. The pain had consumed you. And yet, the doctors weren’t keen in heeding Margot’s advice. “You are a doctor. Help your patient instead of leaving her in the lurch. It’s not normal for her to be experiencing this much pain when she usually gets a flareup.”

“We will admit her to do an MRI scan. Then depending on results, the next step will be decided appropriately.”

“Good.”

So then, later that evening, you were sat in a hospital bed hooked up to an IV that was pumping you with pain medication. Jos sat in a plastic chair beside the bed, just looking at you. “Are you okay?”

“Oh.” Jos blinked profusely, “Yeah, it’s just been a long day. Get some sleep, babe.”

“You can go home, you know.” You told her, resting your back against the top half of the bed that was angled almost 90-degrees upright, “You don’t have to sit here and wait with me.”

“It’s good to see you like your usual self again.” She cracked a smile, “I just want to keep you company. It’s terrifying being in this environment alone and I know it— don’t argue with me about it. I wanna stay with you, alright?”

“Yeah, all thanks to whatever meds they’re giving me.” You allowed yourself to laugh. Jos reached for your hand and held onto it tightly, pressing a loving kiss to it. “We’ll figure this out, okay?”

“I know, it’s just…it always takes them so long to listen to me.”

“Which is terrible, but we’re here now and we’re on the right track.” She assured, “I’ll be here for you no matter what. It scared me earlier to see you in so much pain, but we got this. Okay? You got this.”

You didn’t exactly give her a response, but Jos could tell from your body language that you were listening. Your MRI was scheduled for the next morning at 8:30 and you couldn’t eat anything for at least eight hours before. So…you had about two hours before you had to stop eating. “Do you want something to eat? You still have some time before they said you had to stop.”

“Sure?”

“Mom bought it earlier while we stilll waiting for you to get a bed, but— you have a couple options. A turkey ham and cheese sandwich, or an egg salad sandwich. Or pulled pork wrap.”

You picked the ham and cheese sandwich and just quietly nibbled on it while Jos distracted you with a chat. Halfway through, she pours you a cup of water from the jug that they provided. “Thanks.” You brought the cup to your lips and took a few sips. Jos smiles at you before she resumed eating.

“How’re you feeling?”

“Now that I can think more clearly…I uh, I’m just scared that they’ll tell me that the ‘lump’ has grown in size. They don’t know what it is yet, and I’m honestly terrified. Why can’t they just cut me open and take it out? It’s been three months. And they’re still just calling it a lump. I don’t understand it, what it is…what I can do to help myself.”

“That’s what we’re here to find out. We’re not gonna leave until they figure it out.”

Jos knew you hated being here, but it was necessary. Your last hospitalisation had you being poked and prodded more times than either of you could count and you’ve since then developed a fear of needles.

————

You and Jos have just celebrated a year together when you first started having the pain. Initially, you brushed it off as a typical stomachache or gas pains. But, it worsened day by day and that was how the hospital has seemingly become your second home. You counted yourself as lucky, because without Margot, you would not be in this hospital bed right now waiting for an MRI scan. What were the doctors gonna do? Go against the mayor?

Because of the Power, you had to be sedated for the procedure since without it, what happened to Jos when she had an MRI to figure out what the new organ was, would damn well happen to you. It was still possible, but it lowered the risk greatly. Of course, they said that the scan wouldn’t be done if it weren’t absolutely necessary. In your case, it was. Especially after what another doctor had realised about ‘the lump’ and called it one that was ‘in your muscles’. You weren’t paying too much attention— you were so out of it. And the pain medication made you seriously drowsy. You were literally fighting sleep just to eat something before you slept.

“Yeah, I’ll be staying here with her. You’ll be back tomorrow morning before she has to go down for the scan, right, Mom?”

“Get some sleep. Both of you. And yes, of course I will be there. I have to be there because her parents are out of town and I also promised. So please, don’t worry about that and just worry about getting rested.”

“Okay, see you in the morning, Mom. She’s out like a light. I’m gonna turn in too. Good night.”

“Good night, sweetheart.”

Jos slept in a recliner that night, thankfully —peacefully. Even with nurses coming in every hour or so to check your vitals. The events of the day have really worn the two of you out. Margot came by early next morning while you were still asleep. Jos had already woken up for a little while, the nurse had also just came by for one last check. Then, you woke up. “Good morning.” Jos and Margot greeted you, almost in unison.

“The doctor will be by in a minute to explain the procedure again before they bring her downstairs.”

Jos and Margot followed you down to the MRI suite. Then left after you were completely under. Margot took Jos out for breakfast while they waited for you to be done. It usually took an hour— according to the doctor. But since you were sedated, it’d take some more time since you would have to he held in a recovery area so they could monitor you after the anaesthesia.

“She’ll be okay, Jos.”

“I know. Thanks to you.” Jos bit back a laugh, “It just sucks to see her like this now. She can’t do so much of what she used to love and still has to keep her grades up. She’s really trying her best but sometimes I can just tell she’s struggling.”

“She has a great support system. But of course, you…you mean the most to her. I know it’s daunting to have to step up and be her caregiver on days like these ones, but your Dad and I are always here. Don’t hesitate to come to us for help with anything— I’m serious.”

Jos nodded solemnly, “Thanks, Mom.”

As if on cue, Margot receives a call from the hospital. Jos looks at her hopefully. “She came through it great, and she’s already awake and asking for you.”

“Oh, thank goodness.” Jos heaved a sigh of relief.

————

Jos was the first one to step back into your hospital room and immediately gave you a hug. “Hi, love.” She rubs your back, “Hi. You’re okay, baby.” Despite being warned by the side effects of anaesthesia, Jos was still a little shocked by your crying and overall ‘loopiness’.

“She woke up with nausea so it’ll likely stay for the duration until it wears off completely.” The nurse warned, “She was given a medication to counter that effect but it still happens with some patients. So—”

You roughly pulled away from Jos, swallowing harshly as you made eye contact with your nurse. She calmly grabbed the emesis bucket and handed it to Jos, who was nearer to you. And Jos just stuck it under your chin to catch the spillage, as if on reflex. “You’re fine, baby. Don’t look at it, don’t look at it.”

While they took care of the bucket, you just laid back down and shut your eyes…not caring about anything else. A doctor came in a little later to check on you, but you didn’t remember it. You could only remember yourself nearly throwing up on the doctor. Which was painfully embarrassing but you didn’t have the energy to care, still feeling the drowsiness. “The scan showed a tumor on the left side of her lower abdomen- in the muscle wall. It has grown somewhat since we last saw her, but regardless, she’ll need to go for a biopsy to determine what we’re dealing with…”

That’s what you heard before drifting back to sleep with Jos holding your hand and squeezing it.

When you woke up again, you were discharged from hospital and given a prescription for stronger pain meds— the one that they gave you intravenously and made you very sleepy. Again, Margot was driving. This time back to their house. Her Dad and siblings said hi to you but quickly left you alone so you could rest. Jos helped you take a shower before letting you sleep. “Do you still feel like you might get sick?”

“A little.” You admit, leaning your head back to let the warm water run through your hair.

“We’ll put a bin right beside the bed, okay?” Jos promised, “I’ll stay with you till you feel better.”

“Jos, don’t be crazy. Just get on with your day, have dinner with your family.”

She chuckles, “Crazy? Yeah, I love you like crazy.”

You cracked a smile, not saying anything else while she helped you wash up. “I don’t know what I’d do without you, Jos.”

“Me neither. Can’t imagine a life without you.” She wraps her arms around you from behind briefly, “I know some days are very hard and seem like there’s no light at the end of the tunnel, but I will always be here to do whatever it takes to make you feel better. Because life is so worth it, and isn’t all just about the bad days. It can be pretty sweet too. We just have to learn…hammer down a routine and stick to it when we need to.”

“Thank you. For being right by my side. I’m sorry I scared you.”

“Don’t be silly.” She laughed lightly, the sound like music to your ears, “I’m okay now, don’t even worry about that. Just needed some time to process it all. Don’t ever apologise for feeling what you need to feel.”

“I love you.” You say, a soft sigh falls from your lips.

“I love you more.” Jos answered, turning you around to press a kiss to your lips.

“I love you even more.” You insisted.

Jos plants a kiss on your temple, grinning, “Oh, I love you the most.”

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[lemurzsquad]

Music to Owl Ears (Ch 2)

Ch 2: Lunch Break

Pairing: Bokuto x musician fem!reader

Summary: As you're finally getting settled in on your first day, your lunch break is swiftly crashed by the usual pair of volleyball players.

A/N: This chapter is both silly and with slight angst, and writing my own thought process is kinda wacky ngl. Also, if you couldn't tell near the end, I have no idea how y/n gets home lol, I haven't thought far enough ahead to decide that yet, so the magic of ambiguity is my friend today. Idk why Akaashi is easier to write than Bokuto, but this chapter was a struggle, and it will continue to be a struggle for the foreseeable future

Word count: 2929

cw: overthinking (this is a reoccurring theme lol), self-sabotaging thoughts, Akaashi is not paid enough for this

"Bold for English"

"Not bold for Japanese:

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The voice rang through the bustling classroom of students preparing for lunch.

“HEY, HEY, HEY!! Y/N!”

You were startled out of your ruminations to see a familiar figure standing in the doorway, waving enthusiastically in your direction. You gave him a small wave in return, the look on your face showing how taken aback you were that Bokuto had appeared again. You would have assumed he would have forgotten you by noon—assumed he had better things to be doing than being here—assumed he had plenty of friends to be hanging out with and that were waiting for him.

But no, he was here, smiling without a care in the world as he trotted up to your desk. He pulled out the chair of another desk to sit in it backwards in front of you, arms propped on the back of it.

Before you could get a word in, he starts asking, “How were your first classes? Have you made any friends yet? Are you going to lunch? Do you need help finding the cafeteria? Are you eating here? Are you eating with anyone? You should come eat with me and Akaashi if you haven't met anyone yet!”

You were far from oblivious of the looks and whispers of the other students in the room. You hesitated for a moment, subtly glancing around before replying, “It's fine. I'll probably just eat here.”

He frowned at that, his hair seeming to deflate a little. “By yourself?”

You felt a pang of something not-so-pleasant in your chest. Oh, you thought, I know that look. He was pitying you—or at the very least, he felt sorry for you. You were alone, you hadn't made any friends, and you probably weren't going to make any anytime soon. It made you want to shrink away. On one hand, you almost wanted him to just leave you alone, to not saddle you with this feeling that you were intruding upon his day. But on the other hand, in the back of your mind, you hoped desperately that he would stay, that he would drag you with him, that he would insist that you come with him, no longer asking but telling.

But you just closed your mouth into a half-hearted smile. You took off your glasses and pulled out a cleaning cloth so you didn't have to see his reaction. “It's fine,” you repeated in a deadpan.

You rubbed the lenses until they were hopefully clean enough and no longer had any dust or smudges. In your periphery, you saw movement and heard Bokuto shuffle. He set something on your desk that you couldn't quite identify until you put your glasses back on.

You watched as he unwrapped the cloth that covered his lunch and began to eat. Your brows furrowed; he was taking up half of your workspace and intended lunch table.

“What are you doing?” You asked, perplexed.

He looked up with an expression that made it seem like you were the one being odd. “Eating my lunch?” He posed it as an obvious observation.

You squinted at him. “But why are you doing that here? You said it yourself that you were eating with Akaashi.”

“Oh, great idea!” He perked up, grabbing for his phone.

Starting to take out your own lunch because you knew you would run out of time to eat, you stated, “You didn't answer my question.”

As much as you were making it blatantly obvious that you wanted him to leave, you wanted nothing more than that he wouldn't—that he would stay to eat lunch even after everything you know you're going to regret saying. You didn't know why this seemed to happen whenever you had to make friends, but you were starting to feel both annoyed and endlessly grateful for Bokuto's persistence—or ignorance, you weren't sure yet.

He seemingly sent a text on his phone before putting it down and answering, “Well, you didn't want to come with me.”

“And that constitutes staying here and eating lunch how exactly?” Your voice had lost the majority of its edge, instead opting for a more conversational than confrontational approach.

“I didn't want to just leave you here by yourself!” He put his hands on the desk and sat up, mouth ajar in a silent gasp.

“What does me being by myself have anything to do with you?” You opened your lunchbox to get your thermos. Unscrewing the lid, you finally started to eat. You were thankful for the company.

He tilted his head from side to side, replying, “I figured that, since you're new, you don't have anyone to sit by yet. Plus, I still gotta make up for this morning! Wouldn't be right if I didn't.”

“You really don't have to…” You murmured. So it is just to make up for this morning, you commented to yourself. Go figure. Somehow, that just made the tight feeling in your chest tighter. Why would he want to just be friends with me? That doesn't just happen to me. A frown unknowingly stretched at the corners of your lips, adding to the already blank face you wore. You stared down at your food.

“Oh, come on, of course I do!” He broke you from your thoughts. “What kind of friend would I be if I didn't?!”

You looked up, perplexed once again.

He went on and began to ramble, “Well, we're not friends yet, but if we were friends or were going to be friends, I would feel bad not having completely made up for running into you. Friends wouldn't do that, right? They would make sure everything was scored away and taken care of. Like if you spill something on the floor, you wouldn't just leave it there—”

Your blank stare flicked between his golden eyes in search of what could possibly compel him to be here, to call you a friend intentionally or unintentionally. It made you forget for a moment how uncomfortable the eye contact was. You thought that if you had to listen to more of his speech you would surely have dropped your jaw in sheer bewilderment, which is why you were grateful for Akaashi appearing at that very moment.

The classroom had mostly cleared out by then, making Akaashi's footsteps easy to hear as he stepped into the doorway. “Bokuto-san, why did you ask me to come here– oh, Y/n, you're here, too.” His tone was even with just a hint of surprise.

Bokuto waved cheerfully, and you also gave a subtle, relieved wave. Akaashi approached your desk, lunch in hand. “Are you eating here?” He directed the question to Bokuto curtly.

He received a nod and wide smile as confirmation while you let out a little breath—not quite a sigh, but close enough. You looked at Akaashi and silently mouthed ‘help me’. You were certain that he saw it, but your plea went unanswered.

When he, too, pulled up a chair from a nearby desk with a sigh, your table space was further diminished. You wore an expression similar to betrayal when you asked, “How could you?” You also wanted to see just how much English he knew—how much he and Bokuto knew, at that.

Akaashi glanced at Bokuto briefly before unwrapping his own meal. “I am picking my battles.”

“Ah,” you said, “I see. That's probably for the best.” You went back to biting into a cucumber slice before Bokuto started pouting.

“Hey, you guys can't just have a secret conversation without me!” It confirmed your suspicion that Akaashi knew more English than he did.

You pursed your lips and raised your eyebrows, directing your gaze off to the left and out the window. It was Akaashi's turn to deal with him now, you decided. “I was just saying how I may as well stay to eat because you asked me to come here.” He wasn't entirely wrong.

Bokuto squinted, jutting out his bottom lip in suspicion; his gaze shifted between the two of you a near comical amount of times. He didn't press the topic any further, however. Instead, he asked suddenly, “Have you picked a club yet?”

You looked up from a slice of fruit you had just taken a bite of, wide-eyed eyes saying ‘huh’? You took a moment to finish chewing and swallowing your food before asking, “Why would I join a club?”

Bokuto and Akaashi both stopped their own eating to stare at you at that. Akaashi was the next to speak up, “Most people join a club. It also helps with making friends.”

You shrunk down a little bit. “Well, I don't know how much time I'll have to join a club. I got into this school because I auditioned for the music program, so I—”

“Oh, then you do have a club!” Bokuto interrupted.

You tilted your head. “Band and orchestra aren't considered classes?”

They looked at each other and shrugged. “No, I don't think so,” Akaashi said.

A quiet ‘huh’ passed your lips, finding the difference in school organization interesting. “I'm supposed to get my ensemble placement this week I think. If I'm not mistaken, I'll either make it into the full orchestra or I'll end up in the band.” You grabbed another fruit slice from the little container you had brought in your lunchbox before continuing. “I'm hoping to get into the orchestra because I've spent so much time in band, but I don't think I'd mind either way. I'd have more people to cover my part with me in band compared to orchestra.”

Neither seemed to quite understand what you were talking about. “What instrument do you play?” Bokuto asked with chopsticks still in his mouth.

You realized you were just mindlessly talking about music, so used to almost exclusively talking to fellow band kids. The thought pained your heart with a dull ache of what was missing.

“I play bassoon,” you put simply. “I don't remember the Japanese name for it off the top of my head right now.” You didn't really feel like searching it up again either. You almost felt bad not knowing the name of your own instrument in the country you were currently living in, but you had had bigger things to worry about like actually moving.

It was clear neither Bokuto nor Akaashi knew what a bassoon was, so everyone just went back to quietly eating. The atmosphere was suddenly both awkward and comfortable in the momentary silence.

It was Akaashi that broke the conversational stalemate this time. “How long have you been playing your instrument?”

You tried to recall, counting back school years and summer breaks, before shrugging. “Around seven years or so, I think.”

Akaashi mouthed ‘wow’, remarking, “That's a long time.”

You shook your head and argued, “Not really, considering people who play piano or string instruments can start as young as four years old. Bassoon is too big for kids that young to start learning.” You started mumbling to yourself, adding, “Unless they're weird and start playing tenoroon or something, which would just be excessive.”

You figured your music rambling wasn't what they wanted to hear or talk about, so you changed the subject instead. “You said that most people join a club. Does that include you two as well?”

Bokuto perked up at that as a confident smile stretched across his face. He smugly put his fist on his chest and upturned his nose when he announced, “You're looking at Fukurodani's amazing, number 1 ace!”

“Volleyball. We're on the volleyball team,” Akaashi elaborated. He turned to Bokuto and added, “And there can only be one ace, so you're number 1 by default regardless of how good you are.”

Bokuto looked offended for a moment before grumbling with crossed arms, “But I'm still the best.”

“Well, yes, you can't be the ace without being the best,” Akaashi stated matter-of-factly, but it still seemed to boost Bokuto's ego based on the way his grin only grew wider than it had been before.

At that point, they started to talk about something related to their team, leaving you to continue eating in peace. You tuned them out naturally to think about nothing in particular and stare blankly into the surface of your desk. It was nice being able to not think about anything for a little bit, having the two volleyball players running as background noise and some band piece you can't quite remember the name of playing on repeat in your mind while you focused entirely on your lunch. It was far from the forefront of your thoughts, but you were thankful they were there.

After a long while—you didn't notice the time passing, so you had no idea how long it had been—your name and a waving hand pulled you from your zone.

“...n. Y/n? Y/n!”

It was Bokuto, his hand passing back and forth in front of your downturned face. You turned your gaze up to him, wide-eyed, with a question of ‘What do you need?’ clearly painted in your expression. You picked up your phone, glancing at the time and realizing lunch would be ending soon.

“Sorry, what did you say?” You asked.

“I was just saying we’re about to leave. You didn't hear me?” His tone didn't have a hint of offense in it, to your surprise; you would have figured he would pout that you weren't listening.

“No,” you answered bluntly before you could think about how it sounded, “I tuned out when you guys started talking about volleyball. Sorry.”

Bokuto just shrugged, already getting up. “You must have been bored, then. Promise we'll talk about something other than volleyball next time!” His expression was surprisingly warm, the sunny smile somehow the cherry on top.

Next time? You tilted your head and furrowed your brows before you could think about it.

“Yeah, tomorrow!” Bokuto answered what you then realized you had said out loud.

You sent your gaze to Akaashi, who was halfway to the door as students from your own class were filtering in. He sent an unreadable look back before stepping outside and standing beside the doorway, presumably waiting for Bokuto.

Who still stood in front of you, leaning down with his hands flat on your desk. He gave you one last beam before bounding towards where his friend had left, shouting, “Bye, Y/n!” on the way there. With a final enthusiastic wave, he, too, vanished from your class.

Once again, the suspicious, curious, confused eyes and murmurs of your classmates were not lost on you. Now, however, it was clear it would be significantly longer-lasting. The realization dawned that you had gotten yourself wrapped up in a mess that wouldn't be easy to get out of. An evidently popular guy who's presumably one of the top players on a sports team who had essentially made a promise to come back the next day? That was someone you would have never guessed in a thousand lifetimes you would end up being involved with, yet here you were. Seemingly stuck with him for an indeterminate amount of time.

You hoped that maybe both volleyball players would get bored of you like you half expected they would—the same expectation you had with everyone. Maybe they would forget you by the next day, and you would be left to your own devices once again. You would be starting from square one with making friends, but that wouldn't be so awful, right? You tried your best to ignore the nagging voice at the back of your mind that practically shouted, This is your one chance to make friends, and you didn't even have to go out of your way to meet them. Throw this away now, and you're practically dooming yourself to be alone for the rest of your time here.

You ignored it. As you always did. Letting people in was never your specialty, but keeping people out certainly was.

That nagging voice held out hope, however, that they would come back—that they wouldn't give up on you no matter how much you told yourself that they should. Gosh, if only they would keep appearing, keep bothering you, keep dragging you along.

For now, though, you continued on with your day as if nothing had happened. You fiddled with a pen while absentmindedly taking in whatever the rest of your teachers said. By the end of the day, you were exhausted; you were surprised by just how draining it was to have to consciously understand a language you had basic conversational skills in.

With one earbud in your ear to feed you music you could recite word for word, you traveled home from school for the first time. The map pulled up on your phone instructed you where to go so you wouldn't get lost.

The sun was slowly creeping down towards the horizon bit by bit, thankfully behind you so you didn't have to stare at it. But it turned the sky ahead a gradient from pale yellow to blue to indigo in a tiny sliver just above the buildings littering the view in the distance. A handful of clouds were illuminated in gold and seemed to glow an angelic white.

You stopped for a moment to breathe in the moment. This is life now, you remarked to yourself. Bittersweetness clawed at you, leaving you with something between a fond, hopeful, grateful smile and a nostalgic, heartbroken, lonely frown.

You blinked away the condensation that seemed to cloud your eyes. Unconscious footsteps carried you forward. 

Because that's all you really could do: keep moving forward.

Thank you for reading!! <333

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[weilongfu]

GunCher - Cher being a little shit while Gun is working, throwing himself all over him, sitting in his lap, pulling on his tie, etc. because he’s needy.

"Yes, I know the investors want a report on earnings this quarter," Gun said into his cellphone as he dodged one of Cher's flailing arms as Cher sat on his desk. "Accounting is already on it, I'm going to look it over and finalize the report and send it off by Thursday." Gun leaned back in his chair to dodge the swipe at his face. "Why yes, N'Cher is here. I'll tell him you said hi, but it's already late, please head out first." This time Gun knocked Cher's hand to the side and countered with a flick to the tip of his nose. "Thank you again, phi."

"P'Gun!" Cher whined. "You promised to take me out to dinner! Now it's already so late!"

"I told you not to come early," Gun said as he walked over to his filing cabinets for a document. "You insisted on not getting in the way of others and staying in my office to boot."

"But phiiiiii," Cher said as he draped himself over Gun's back. "I'm sooooo hungry now. I haven't eaten all daaaaay!"

"Why didn't you eat?" Gun asked as he turned around and completely ignored the way Cher allowed his shoes to drag on the recently shampooed carpet. "I gave you my card to buy food if you were tight on your budget this week. I know you paid Thup's tuition this month too."

"I was busy all day! And I haven't seen you in a week! So I was looking forward to dinner tonight!" Instead of reclaiming his seat on Gun's desk, Cher pushed his way into Gun's lap. "Please, phi? You don't even have the report from accounting yet and sitting here when accounting already went home won't make it come faster."

"I'm working on the projected timelines of the other games coming out this quarter and next," Gun said as he looked past Cher's shoulder to view the numbers on his computer screen. "You can wait ten more minutes."

"But you said that forty minutes ago!" This time Cher pulled away and tugged on Gun's tie. "You've been ignoring me this entire time, phi. How will you make it up to me when it's already this late?"

Gun gave Cher a look from the corner of his eye. "I've got to make it up to you, do I?"

"Of course you do! You invited me out and now I've been waiting!"

"But you haven't been good while waiting. I think you owe me for duress."

"You leave me no choice!" Cher declared. "Time to use my ultimate move!" Cher kissed both his palms, rubbed them together, and then cupped Gun's face and directed his gaze into Cher's eyes. "P'Gun... I need you right now... Won't you leave with me?"

Gun's hands continued moving even though his gaze was firmly fixed on Cher's face. "The document is saved. We can go."

"I win!"

"Sure you did," Gun said as Cher jumped around the room while he packed his briefcase. "And our reserved table will be ready once we get to the restaurant now."

"You reserved a table?"

"Of course I did." Gun turned off his computer and tugged on Cher's tie this time. "You'd remember if you listened when I told you why you shouldn't spend all day here." Gun gave Cher's tie another firm tug and Cher swallowed nervously. "I hope you've worked up a good appetite. You'll need your energy for later."

"O-oh?"

"You said you were streaming tonight."

"Damn it, P'Gun! You're teasing me!"

[pjisskullourful]

𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬

🏳️‍🌈 Thomas × reader

NSFW 🔥 lovedup adults doing nasty adult things to one another

° Thomas Raggi & female reader insert

° you've never had a boyfriend support your queer identity before, but now thomas wants to accompany you to your first ever gay rights rally

wordcount::::       3,721

° thanks to everyone who voted for this to be brought out of the vault💋  [commissions are priority! there are currently 4 commissions in cue!]

"You're remindin' me of a fly- hoverin' around like this." Thomas said. "Why don't you just sit down on my lap, like you usually do when you're doing my makeup?"

You dipped your brush back into the square of pink pigment, shaking your head as you walked in front of the chair your boyfriend was seated in, the morning sunshine illuminating his face as you looked at him from a different angle. "No, I don't think we'll be doing that, baby." You bent down, considering how to get this application to match what you had done on his other eye. "This isn't like going out to dinner with your friends, where you can distract me with your cuteness and maybe we fool around a bit 'cause if we arrive late, the most important thing we'll miss is the garlic bread. 

"This is a gay rights protest- it has a set starting time and I don't wanna miss any of it. It's my first time protesting and what if we arrive late and we miss out on learning the chants?"

"This tense interest in time management- is this the gay agenda that I'm always hearing about?" He asked with a cheeky grin.

You swept the pink eyeshadow into the inner corner of his eye, pleased when he took you seriously enough to hold still. The significance of this day was making you nervous.

It had been inspiring nerves in you ever since you had first learnt of the event. Victoria had sent you a photo of a flyer found taped up in the city - she insisted you had to go and scream extra loud for her (she would be out of town, visiting family the same weekend, unable to attend).

You had never been in the closet with the members of Måneskin - when you had first met Thomas a little over a year ago, your phone case had been covered in the colours of the bisexual pride flag. There hadn’t been a wasted effort of trying to hide it. He had never questioned you on it or made any comments that made you feel unsupported. You were the first queer woman he had dated, but you were far from the first gay girl he had cared for in his inner-circle. He didn't need you to go over the basics with him, he didn't need a big, serious talk about what this meant or how it affected him - he had simply nodded his head, he gave your hand a comforting squeeze and told you to correct him without hesitation if he ever did anything unbefitting of an ally.

He was the exact opposite of your last boyfriend who had been stuck in the attitude of homophobia. He used slurs in private, to everyone else he would pretend his attitude was less aggressive, always quick to say that he didn't mind if people were gay - he just wished they wouldn't rub it in his face. 

You had ignored his every comment, avoiding any kind of discussion around the topic. Because it hadn't mattered that you thought you might be bisexual. Nothing could be explored while you were in a relationship with a man, and you thought you didn't need the label.

But Thomas wanted you to express how you felt, he loved how you lit up whenever you got to talking about your sexuality and the community you were slowly discovering. He left you with no reason to hold yourself back. You could find where you belonged, with him giving you a supportive nod and thumbs-up every step of the way.

Now you were painting the colours of the bisexual flag across his eyelids, preparing to march through the streets of Rome with him.

You felt extra appreciative of him at this moment. This wasn't something that you had thought you would ever get to experience.

You couldn’t help yourself, swooping down to kiss him on the lips. He placed a hand to your cheek, seeking to deepen the kiss as he gently drew your bottom lip into his mouth. Feeling his tongue sweep over your lip made you forget of those anxieties, in a fleeting moment that made you want to rock your body into his.

Instead you willed yourself to lean away, licking your lips as you straightened up. You cleared your throat, trying to ignore how you could see him in your peripheral vision as you looked at your eyeshadow palette. You covered the brush bristles in more pink, glittery powder.

“I thought I was being the problem child, distractin’ you from being ready on time and all that.” He said, smirking. “I’m not allowed to invite you to sit on my lap, but you’re allowed to kiss me?”

You were trying to stop yourself from smiling, because you knew it would undermine any authority you were hoping to gain. "Shut up, it's part of my process. You wouldn't understand it, you're not a makeup artist."

He laughed. "You can just say that you wanted to kiss me."

"Fine." You said, his eyes shutting as he became still when you came towards him with the brush again. "I wanted to kiss you, and I considered my options and realised that I would have time to kiss you if I didn't need time to do some sort of graphic eyeliner extravaganza on you. I think you're gonna agree that you don't need the liner, 'cause you already look spectacular.

"In fact, I couldn't take you if you looked any more spectacular. I don't need to be upstaged by my own boyfriend."

"No chance of that happening." He said. "But just so you know…" He hooked his finger through one of your belt loops. "... if you need some more assistance with your artistic process, I'm happy to kiss you again. Or we could do more than kissing. For the sake of your artistic process, of course."

"Great, thanks, I'll keep that in mind." You said sarcastically. "Okay, I think the only thing left is kajal and mascara. Are you comfortable with me doing those, or do you wanna do that yourself?"

"I can handle those."

"Okay, I'm gonna get my lipstick on. But I'll be right over there if you need help."

He picked up a hand mirror. "Hey, I may not have any kind of sophisticated artistic process, but I can put on mascara and eyeliner. You just go and do whatever you need to do to make sure you're prepped for serving the gay agenda."

— — —

The sky was getting darker by the time you returned home, hand-in-hand with your boyfriend. You didn't have much voice left, all of the chanting and screaming had left you quite hoarse.

You were without your voice, and there were other things you had lost during the course of the day. The weight of all of those nerves that had made you feel like you were facing your first day of high school had dissipated. You had lost your anxieties and your stress.

But the best thing to lose were your uncertainties.

Some things had been gained. People selling handmade pins had gotten Thomas’ attention and admiration, an array of new accessories decorating his button-up shirt. Before the actual march could begin, amongst the people handing out flyers, he had found someone selling a full-size bisexual flag, for what you were sure was an inflated price.

But the price hadn’t mattered to him - his mood was too good to be spoiled by anything.

While you had been internally taking the whole scene in, he had set into the experience with immediate enthusiasm. He hadn’t held back, it was like when he was the first member of the friend group to head for the dance floor, dragging you along because he couldn’t simply enjoy himself standing still. It drew you in every time, making you feel the rush that could block out your self-doubt. The thoughts that could slow you down were drowned out as his confidence brought you into fully-inhabiting the moment with him.

It magnetised others and intoxicated you.

And it didn't stop as you walked into the apartment - he had so genuinely enjoyed his day, this high might hold on. You weren't sure that you had the most fun, even though the event had held such significance to you.

“The question is- what kind of sign would we make?” He asked, making you pause as you wondered what steps in the conversation you had missed because his query had come after a period of silence. This didn’t relate to the last thing you had said. Had he been carrying on a conversation with himself, carefully mulling the decision over?

You watched him lock the door, waiting for him to clue you in on this conversation. He turned around to face you. "What are you talking about?"

"The next march that we go to, we've gotta have a sign, but, like, what type?" He asked, pausing to unlace and remove his shoes. "There were so many great ones, I didn't realise there were all these different types of protest signs.

“Do you think we should do a funny one, like, a meme or a Simpsons reference? Or some kind of artistic one?” He asked as he came towards where you were leaning against the wall. “Of course, being the superior drawer, you would have to take the lead on that. But I would help you out with the brainstorming, happy to…”

He didn’t get to finish making his point because you couldn’t keep yourself from pouncing on him. You put an arm around his neck and pulled him in closer, placing your hand to his cheek so that you could guide him in for a kiss.

It was the kind of kiss that it seemed like you had been waiting all day to give him. It was the kind of kiss that completely disregarded the preservation of makeup. It was the kind of kiss that existed outside of time. You sank into it, pressing your chest against him as his arms wound around your waist. His tongue teased your lips apart and you couldn’t hold back a little moan, you were so keen to get to indulge.

You leaned away, seeing a smile on his face even before he’d had the opportunity to open his eyes. “I love you, baby.”

He gasped, feigning surprise. “That’s crazy, I was literally just about to say that same thing to you. It’s like you read my mind, or somethin’. How did you do that?”

You laughed, nuzzling your nose against his. “I’d love to tell you, but there’s certain secrets of the gay agenda that I simply cannot share. Not yet, at least…”

His eyes moved slowly over the details of your face, as if he hadn’t spent the whole day with you in his line of sight. “Oh-no, sorry.” He curled your hair behind your ear. “I messed up your lipstick.”

“I couldn’t care less. This makeup has been well-documented, and that’s such an understatement, it’s not even funny.” You said.

This day would forever remain with clarity due to the copious amount of photos that you had taken, capturing it from all perspectives. There were cute selfies, your cheeks pressed together as he wanted to try seemingly every filter on Snapchat. You had taken photos of him standing alongside the protestors with the signs he thought were the best. He had taken photos and short videos of you marching with the crowd. Something that felt as thorough as a photoshoot had taken place with his phone camera pointed at you as he instructed you on how to pose with your new flag - you would be surprised if there was any memory space left on the device after that.

“Do you want me to take your makeup off?” You asked.

“Yes, please. All of the times that I wanted to rub my eye, but I couldn’t.” He said, following you over to the desk where most of your beauty supplies were stored. “I’ve been literally dying.”

You smiled, positioning yourself in front of the chair he had sat upon. “My poor baby.” You brought forward the pack of cleansing wipes, pulling one out. “But it was worth it, right?” You started by cleaning around his mouth, wiping away the mess made by your bright lipstick. “You were swimming in compliments, like so many people.”

He couldn’t keep his hands to himself, resting one on your hip, his thumb stroking tenderly. “Only because of the makeup that you did.”

“Thank you. Thank you for this whole day.”

He shut his eyes, allowing you to wipe away the colours that had been decorating his eyelids. “I gotta thank you, and not just for the kick-ass makeup that everyone loved…” The bright colours lifted away from his pale skin, but some flecks of glitter remained. “Thank you for trusting me enough to share this stuff with me.

“You never shut me out…” He said and opened his eyes to look at you now that you were cleaning the highlight off his cheekbones. “And I’m so grateful to know you, all of you.”

You took the makeup wipe away from his face, letting that arm go limp as you gazed upon him. He blinked at you, seemingly waiting for you to say something. But you couldn’t speak, just feeling your heart swelling up in your chest. You were flooded with emotion, propping yourself up on the edge of the desk. You didn’t think you had the correct words, nothing was fitting for this significant moment.

“You’re…” You put the wipe aside and placed your hands on his cheeks. “You’re just the…” He smiled as you fumbled through your thoughts. “You’re the best boyfriend ever, do you know that?”

He pushed his fingers through your hair, leaning in closer. “Only the best for my babygirl. I love you.”

“I love you too.”

He lifted his ass from the seat, drawing in until he could kiss you. You sharply inhaled before melting into the kiss. You caressed your fingers over his cheeks as he wrapped his arms around your middle.

You never wanted this kiss to end because it finally gave your emotions a place to land. You tilted your head, following him deeper as you wrapped an arm around his neck.

You didn’t distress over the words that wouldn’t come. Now he was drawing whimpers from you as his tongue glided into your mouth.

You arched your back, pressing yourself firmly to his chest. You only pulled back when you felt his hands on the bottom of your tank top, seeking to get under it. You let him remove it from over your head, before instantly resuming kissing.

This passion was punctuated by your efforts to remove clothes, until you were equally naked before each other. You positioned your ass on the desk, parting your knees as you faced him. 

His eyes drank in the sight of you, sweeping up-and-down to rediscover all of those parts that he favoured. You put your hands to his sides, feeling up the ridges of his thin figure as he moved in closer, close enough for you to feel his body heat again. His hands went to your cheeks, brushing his fingers softly over your face with his thumb moving across your bottom lip. You parted your lips, anticipating a kiss.

Instead he moved away a little. “I’m gonna grab a rubber, be right back.”

In addition to catching your breath, you took this time to wipe off your remaining makeup. You couldn’t imagine that its current state would be very seductive to your boyfriend.

You had remained on the desk, not wanting to rupture this perfect moment - although unplanned, this was clearly the fitting conclusion to this wonderful day. When he returned, it was to place himself between your legs again. Your hands went to his cheeks as his mouth captured yours in a kiss.

His hands ghosted down your sides, making you feel so small, so ready to be consumed. His hands kept moving lower until he was grasping at your bare legs. He fit his fingers into the ditch behind your knees, beginning to lift. You allowed your body weight to be shifted back as your legs went up. Your ankles went onto his bony shoulders, kept here to rest. You felt your wet cunt opening as you kept covering his lips in kisses.

His hands went to your waist and he whined against your mouth as he leaned in closer. You tilted your pelvis as he grinded into you, his skin pressed to yours. The muscles in your legs started to tense when you felt his tip lining up with your slicked entrance.

He started to sink inside, his body pushing against your legs and you were rapidly losing your breath. Your walls fluttered excitedly as he stroked in deeper. You were soon feeling his hip bones digging into the squishiness of your thighs. You put one hand into his hair and used the other to hold onto the edge of the desk, hoping to brace yourself.

He let you set the pace, tensing your body so that you could swing your hips up. You broke the kiss, gasping for air as you concentrated on your movements. Your hand gripped into a fist around his hair as the pressure inside of you grew. You were thrilled by the sensations swarming your body, absolutely ready to come undone for him.

“Fuck.” You sobbed as his hips snapped into you faster.

You looked at him and found that his eyes were mostly shut, the lids rapidly fluttering as he got lost in ecstasy. But when he saw you were watching, he fought harder to get his eyes open, to meet your gaze. His features, that were marked by effort, became lit up with a smile and you could see sparks in his hazel eyes.

This extra level of connection gave him some inspiration and you felt his thrusts come in faster again. This new pace had your gut clenching and you started to bite into your bottom lip as your chest heaved. You twitched and writhed into him, listening to the quick collisions of skin-on-skin.

“Ah, Thomas.” You whimpered.

There was a strain in your leg muscles, with the limbs being unnaturally pinned to your bare chest. But this discomfort, and any other thoughts, were banished from your mind when he found a way to bury the head of his cock in deep enough to collide with your g-spot.

You let out a surprised cry as your hips (working of their own accord) leapt up higher, your ass leaving the desk momentarily.

Your inner-walls spasmed and for a moment the world stopped, with you almost seeing the control leaving your body. It was replaced by impulses and excitement.

“Yes.” He moaned, pressing his body weight into you.

He savoured this new depth, moving his dick in sensual strokes, with his head lingering at your sweet spot. He spent less time rocking back, maintaining the friction was no longer the priority.

This new, more thorough tempo had you squeezing your eyes shut as tremors raced through the muscles in your legs. He was getting you to that place of too much, your toes curling as your body kept at that tempo with everything you had.

“Please.” You wailed. “Please don’t stop, babe.”

You twitched as the pressure in your cunt and your chest increased, taking you over. You listened to his raspy moans as you concentrated on the connection between your bodies.

The brightest and most spectacular colours danced in the darkness behind your eyelids as you started to dissolve into the pleasure. With this most intimate massage, he took you up to and then over the edge. You cried out as you let go entirely.

You flinched and shook, your limbs aching to be repositioned. Clumsily, you brought your ankles down from his shoulders to wrap your legs around his waist. You clenched your thighs and arched your back, bucking into him quicker, with renewed vigour. Your whole body was filled with tingles as you chased his orgasm.

“Yeah, oh fuck…” He whispered, beginning to match the jerking of his hips to his words of praise. “Yes, yes, oh yes, yes, yuh- yes, yes.”

You grabbed for his shoulders with both hands, clinging to him as your body was rocked by incredibly powerful aftershocks. You were quivering but you refused to be taken down, your heart thundering in your ears. You kept moving your body to serve that desperate speed. His breath was hot on the side of your face and his hands gripped your hips.

“Yes, yes, yes, oh yes.” He whined as he continuously guided you along his shaft. “God. I love you, oh babe…”

“I love you too.” You responded, this sentence punctuated by a needy moan that came from deep in your chest.

“Fuck, I’m so close.” He said through heavy breaths. “Oh, fuck.”

You did your best to meet every one of his thrusts, even as he plunged into a faster, frenzied tempo. You ignored the unhappy creaks of the desk as you put your hands to either side of his face.

You started to kiss him, getting weak kisses back as he struggled for breath. Your pussy kept clenching around him, the sensitive walls so receptive to the strokes from his cock’s swollen head. He hummed and groaned against your mouth.

With a couple more jolts into you, he reached the climax and fell out of the rhythm. You covered his mouth in more lasting kisses as you felt his body slumping a little. He leaned against the desk for support as he wrapped his arms loosely around your torso.

“Fuck.” He croaked, resting his head against your shoulder as the two of you struggled to get your breath back.

“I love you.” You rushed to say. “I love you so much, Tommy.”

He looked at you, strands of hair stuck to the sweat on his face and he smiled. “I love you too.” He gave you a quick peck on the lips. “Let’s shower, yeah?”

“Genius idea.” You said.

“And we can talk some more about the kind of sign we need for the next protest.”

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[lux-scriptum]

amuse me :)

don't ask me how old Cadoc is. ambiguous small child age.

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Cadoc skidded across the floor of the throne room. His paws scrabbled at the smooth stone; the house seemed to sense his struggle because it abruptly changed texture until he got the traction he needed. With the house’s help he managed to curl up behind his father’s throne. Smoke curled scentlessly around him. Now that he was beginning to outgrow his kit-fur, tufts of it floated along his path. The house took care of that for him too, whisking it away in a puff of air that sent the fog surging upwards. 

Lucifer had been gone for days, but Branwen had said he’d be back soon as she left for her tree again. Cadoc felt his chest puff out in pride that she trusted him to be mature enough to be alone for a few hours. It gave him time to get settled and ready to surprise his father when he got home. His antlers had finally started growing in properly this spring, and they were a full inch taller than when Luci had left! 

The throne room door opened. Cadoc crouched even lower, tucking his bushy tail close. There was no pep to his father’s step, however. Luci was always energetic and fun and- and he flopped into his throne with more weight than Cadoc expected. Rather than pounce like he had originally planned, Cadoc crept forward slowly. 

Luci was pale today. He stood a full foot shorter than he had when he left, and his thin shoulders curled inwards. One hand dangled over the edge of the chair while the other pressed against Luci’s face. Stringy light brown hair hung longer than usual, half hiding him from view. Cadoc touched the long fingers in front of him with his nose. That was enough Luci jumped and looked down. His smile died before it began, but he did lift Cadoc onto his lap. 

“Hey, Cada,” Luci said softly. Cold fingers ran down Cadoc’s spine. His grey eyes were suspiciously bright; he smelled wrong. Like light and burning and regret. “I didn’t expect you to be home. I suppose I am a bit late.”

Cadoc shoved his head under his father’s chin, forgetting for the moment that he had antlers that could jab at the soft skin there. Luci pushed him down with a startled laugh. There. That was more normal. It eased some of the anxiety in Cadoc’s stomach. 

“Those are new.” Luci grabbed one and shook it. Cadoc tugged free. “What, I’m gone for three whole days and you try to grow up on me?”

Cadoc shed his fox form so he could sit properly in his father’s lap. “I’m very big now,” he said solemnly. He’d kept the little nubs of antlers, too proud to let them be hidden. 

“Oh yeah?” Luci asked as he stood. “Well, don’t grow too big, or else I can’t give you piggy back rides anymore.”

Cadoc gaped at him indignantly. “You’ll just have to grow too,” he informed Luci as he wound his little arms around Luci’s neck. “You can be whatever you want, so you should always be big enough for rides.”

“Oh is that so?” Luci laughed again. A door appeared nearby. Luci took it while he stared seriously down at Cadoc. “I will keep that in mind, little prince. Who am I to deny you anything? The prince of Hell deserves to be spoilt rotten.”

“I am not rotten,” Cadoc insisted.

“Oh, of course not. My apologies, my prince. I think I owe you some adventures before nap time, don’t I?”

Cadoc kicked his feet excitedly. “Can we play in the snow?”

Luci wrinkled his nose. Already color was coming back to his skin; his eyes were now the rich brown of freshly tilled earth and surrounded by laugh lines. “Can we pick a different ‘scape today? I’m not sure I’m up for the cold today.”

Cadoc considered that. Luci had seemed sad. “Alright,” he finally said. “But I want two bedtime stories.” He held up four fingers to prove his point. He wasn’t sure why Luci laughed this time, but he liked it when his dad laughed, so he figured it was a win.