#his little blanket is still in its place next to my pillow where he always slept :')

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Nighttime Affairs (The Ghoul/Cooper Howard x Reader)

You and the Ghoul, Cooper Howard, have a complicated relationship with each other. One which involves him paying you some nightly visits when he passes on by that little home of yours out in the lonesome wasteland.

Warnings: 18+, smut, vaginal sex, fingering, bit of orgasm denial, bit of dirty talking, creampie, biting (its cooper i dunno what you expect, he's going to bite you), oral - reader receiving, complicated relationship, bit of yearning/pinning, fluff, cuddling, kissing, splash of angst, not beta read

Pairing: The Ghoul/Cooper Howard x gn!afab!Reader (reader's gender is never mentioned but they do have a vagina)

Wordcount: 4256

a/n: made the smut a bit angsty at the end there by mistake. whoopsie daisies. Anyway, like it says above readers gender is never mentioned. But they do have a vagina (because I have a vagina, and I want to fuck the ghoul). Nothing about reader's chest is ever mentioned either. Also I usually write fluff/non smut fics, and only tend to post that. I have written smut before, but this is just my first time actually sharing some of it. So like ;-; Okie dokie? okie dokie.

Dividers by @/saradika-graphics (much love j ❤️)

Nights in the wasteland were always a deadly affair. All sort of creatures made themselves known—both human and non-human alike—never having the friendliest of tendencies. It was why you always made sure that your windows remained boarded up. Double checking the door of your home to be firmly locked, before finally making your way to bed.

You always kept a gun hidden beneath your pillow as you slept. Easy to grab in case of a break in. Acting like a sort of safety blanket. Hoping that such a comfort would help you sleep soundly, though most nights you still found it difficult. Restlessness haunted you. Plagued your mind. Never truly able to rest easily—not with danger lurking around ever dark corner. 

 Sometimes that unease proved helpful. Such as tonight, while on the brink of sweet slumber, there had been a shift in the room. The sound of worn floorboards creaking jolting you awake. It wouldn’t be the first time some wanderer had tried to get the jump on you in the middle of the night. 

Hand quick to grab your gun, you point it at the new body in the room. Adrenaline pumping in your veins. Heart on edge. Ready to fire at a moment's notice. 

“Easy there sweetheart.” 

Your tired eyes blinked. Once. Twice. Trying to clear away your sleep clouded vision enough to properly comprehend the familiar figure currently standing in the center of your tiny room. 

“Cooper?” 

The Ghoul grinned at you in the darkness. Hazel eyes almost seeming to shine from the moonlight that managed to filter in. His head had tilted to motion to the gun in your hand. An amused hum leaving him. “Bit of a rude way to greet your guests.” 

“Wouldn’t call you much of a guest.” You lowered the gun and rubbed at your face with a sigh. “More of a nuisance if anything.” 

“Aw, your words wound me darlin’.” His words drawn out and mocking, as he feigned being hurt, before he had turned from you to continue removing his gear. Setting it all wherever he liked in your room. Acting almost as if he owned the place. Not a care in the world that he was currently invading your home uninvited. Again. 

You could only seem to roll your eyes as you watched him. “What are you doing here so late?” 

“Oh just passin’ through.” The Ghoul said with a casual hum. Pulling out his own gun, its barrel glinting just as his gaze had earlier, before he set it on your nightstand. The tossing of his hat onto your bedpost quickly following. “Needed a place to stay.” 

It hadn’t been a question. He wasn’t asking. Never really did when he chose to invite himself into your home. It used to scare you way back when you first met the Ghoul. You never knew if the next time he came would be the one where you met with a bullet. 

But you learned quickly that Cooper only ever did what he felt he needed to. Wouldn’t take the life of someone he found to be useful. He didn’t kill pointlessly like that. Everything had a reason with him. Even if you couldn’t quite see it at first. 

“Well why don’t just make yourself at home then.” You grumbled. Annoyed. A bit more bite to your words then usual. Though it hadn’t seemed to phase him in the slightest. 

“Already on it sweetheart.” 

You glared at him, but he continued to barely pay any mind to it. As you went to put your own gun back beneath the pillow, you had laid down again. Rolling to face the wall, and letting out a tired breath, as you tried to settle. Let the exhaustion claw at your mind and allow your eyes to flutter close. Trying to ignore him just as he did to you. “Just don’t make a mess.” 

The Ghoul hadn’t replied. Which had been a surprise. He always seemed to have something to say. But there was none of that. Instead there was only the sound of more shuffling in the room before the bed finally shifted with his added weight. Pulling you back from the brink of sleep just enough, as he joined you among the tattered sheets.

 Your bed was cramped. Meant for only a single soul, and yet that never seemed to bother him as he fit himself in how he liked. It didn’t take very long for you to feel the press of his cool body against yours. An arm finding itself around your waist, as lips sought out your neck and trailed over your skin. 

“Sleeping.” You said. Quiet. But still you shifted. Legs parting ever so slightly. An invitation you knew he wouldn’t refuse. 

You allowed him to take what he wanted—his true reason for being here—and he did so greedily. Without any ounce of hesitation, bare fingers smoothing down and slipping past the waistband of your pants into their front. Immediately finding the prize he wanted. Your breath hitching as they ghosted over your clit. Teasing. 

“Then sleep.” Lips caressed your ear. His breath hot on your skin. Rough hands had molded you into his liking. Feeling yourself growing wet beneath his fingers all too quickly, as two of them slipped into your heat at first chance. “Don’t bother me, none.” 

Desire bloomed inside you. Arousal coiling tight. He left marks where he could. Harsh kisses that had teeth grazing your skin. Fingers moving inside of you to pull any sound from your lips that he could. Touching you in ways that had you burning, as if you would be engulfed in flames at any second. Toying with your body and purposely bringing you so close to the edge without ever actually bothering to send you over. 

“Stop teasing.” You had shifted again. Trying to provide more space for his devilish hands.  Moving yourself against him to seek the feeling you so desired—that last bit of pleasure that he denied you so easily, and would continue to do so. 

“I thought you were sleeping.” His words had a teasing tone to their depths, as he nipped at your skin. Pressing himself closer. Grinding. His own arousal hard against your hip. Just as worked up as you were it seemed. But somehow still not nearly as desperate. 

“Was trying to.” You sighed out a moan. Leaning impossibly close into him. Hand gripping at his wrist tight as he worked you. Letting his touch consume your very being. “Hard to sleep with someone messing around in my pants.” 

The Ghoul chuckled. “Well let’s fix that then.” 

And suddenly his hands were slipping away. 

You felt your eyes open at the loss of him. Hadn’t even realized they were still closed until that moment. You had gone to protest. Reaching out in the darkness to try and stop him from leaving. But he hadn’t gone far. He had moved you to lay fully onto your back before you could really react. Your pants and underwear removed by him in an instant. Lost to the dark depth of your room's floor. Not to be seen again until morning light. 

The Ghoul loomed over you. Eyes amused, and hands gripping your thighs. He spreads your legs out for himself wide. Exposing your arosural bare before his gaze into the open room. Fitting himself comfortably in between. Almost like there was nowhere else he belonged in the world. Ready to devour you whole. 

And what was worse is that you’d gladly let him do so too. 

“Fucking filthy thing you are.” He had whistled as he looked down at the debauched display he had made of you already. Fingers moving below to run along your dripping lips. Sending another shiver of pleasure up your spine. “You’re soaking and yet I’ve barely done a thing.” 

You couldn’t help but squirm a bit beneath him. He hadn’t bothered to remove any of his own clothes, save for the jacket and gloves he must have tossed somewhere in your room. He never really did remove his clothes when fucked you. Couldn’t remember anytime you had even seen him without a shirt. 

At first you thought he had been shy over his predicament. He wouldn’t have been the first ghoul you met to have struggled with the change after all. But that had been a foolish thought, because Cooper Howard wasn’t ever shy. It was just another thing he couldn’t be bothered with. 

It wasn’t worth it to him to remove, simply put. Probably even still had his boots on at the moment. Trucking sand and only god knows what into your bed. You’d usually lecture him for it. But like with many things tonight, he wouldn’t give you the chance. 

Before you knew it he had leaned down to put his mouth on you. Sucking at your clit. Lips and tongue working you in all the right places. Fingers gripping your thighs to keep you open for him. Devouring you whole, almost like he had been starved for days. 

It didn’t take much of this for you to be brought to that edge. It had been so long since you last saw him—last had him—and his skillful tongue had your orgasm approaching rapidly. Your one hand fisting the sheets below while the other reached for his scarred head. Pulling him in impossibly close. Trying to keep him there. But true to his nature just as you felt those sparks begin to fly he stopped. Lips leaving you and letting your pleasure fall. Hot breath only fanning over your soaked folds. 

He did this often. Riled you up to the point of breaking. Allowing your pleasure to grow high before sending it crashing down again suddenly. Denying that bliss you always found yourself so desperate for when with him. 

Most nights you were brought to tears by it. Begging him to let you have that sweet release. Frustration with his teasing at its peak. Tonight you did not beg or plead though, not yet at least, instead you sat up to lean onto your elbows. Insult for him at the tip of your tongue, ready to lecture him for all he was worth, but any complaint you had quickly died in your throat.

 The Ghoul had bit your thigh. Hard. Whether to silence you, or just because he wanted to, you didn’t know. You just gasped. Trying to pull away, though his hands remained firm. Fingers digging into your skin almost too harshly and holding you in place. Only finally pulling back just enough to swipe his tongue over the mark he left. 

You had winced from the pain, the mark aching, but despite it your arousal only seemed to course through you still. Stronger even. “That was just mean.”

“You like when I’m mean.” He smirked as he sat up again to overlook you. Your blood still staining his lips. “Besides, you’re supposed to be sleeping. Remember?” 

“Yeah and who’s fault is it that I’m not?” 

“No idea what you mean sweetheart.” The Ghoul had let go of your legs then. Leaning back onto his knees to free himself. Belt unbuckling to pull out his aching cock. Squeezing himself briefly before guiding it to your drenched hole. Teasing at your folds.  “Just here enjoying what was given to me after all.” 

It was quick the way he entered. No ceremony or grace. No time to say another single word between you two. Barely gave time for you to gasp again. Sending a shock through your system. He didn’t wait. Thrusts downright filthy as he took you all for himself. Both of your moans and heated breaths filling the room. The air suddenly feeling suffocating and hot. 

Your hands had gripped at his forearms, hoping to ground yourself and failing miserably, all while his own fingers dug into your hips. You tried to meet his own cruel thrusts, but the rhythm he had set  was unrelenting. Pleasure all too consuming. He was right. You liked when he was mean. Liked how rough he was—enjoying how he just took and took from you. He filled you in ways that you knew ruined you for anyone else. And yet still you loved it all so very much. 

You were getting close again. Could feel your peak just at the horizon. Waiting to burst. You moved your hand. Fingers desperate to finally bring yourself that last bit of pleasure to send you over the edge that you’ve desired all night. The one he’s been denying you all evening. But of course he notices immediately. Knocking your hand away before you get any chance. 

“Not yet.” 

You all but whine at his words. Almost pathetically so. Tears finally prickling at the corner of your eyes from being denied by him once again. “Cooper.” 

“You know the rules.” He thrusts a little more roughly as if to punish you. A warning. “You take what I give you.” 

“Please.” 

“Look at you, the mess you are.” He groans out at your begging. Eyes burning hot with desire. Thrusts still unwavering.  “You’d let me do whatever I want to you if it meant I fucked you, wouldn’t you?” 

He had chuckled as you could only seem to nod. Clinging to him. Any kind of words from your lips caught between gasps and moans. You were so overwhelmed. The air was too hot. Everything felt too much but too little at the same time. And it was all because of him. The Ghoul who seemed all too good at taking you apart piece by piece. The mess you were was his fault, and he knew it—reveled in it.

 You could never seem to get enough of him, and he knew it too. He could give you everything or nothing, and you’d still thank him for each little bit of it. He was the same. Even if he would never admit it. He always needed more of you. Both of you were addicted to the other. Needed to feel him just like he needed to feel you. Like a chem neither of you could shake. Didn’t want to shake. 

Cooper’s thrusts had begun to grow sloppy now. His breathing more ragged. Hands squeezing your hips so tightly you were sure to bruise by morning. Your head was swimming. Drowning in the pleasure and losing it in the feeling of him. Mind too far gone to think of anything else. A mere mess of moans and gasps, as tears streamed down your cheeks. So close to unraveling at the seams for him. All just for him. 

When he reached his end he didn’t give you any kind of warning save for a low moaned fuck. Making sure to thrust into you deeply. As far as he could go. His cum filling you to the brim as he did. It was only then when his fingers found your clit again. Rubbing the nub in harsh brutal circles that finally sent you crashing over as well. Ripping your orgasm from your body like he was owed nothing less. 

“There you are, take all of me.” He groaned out as you squeezed and clenched around him. Breathless. Eyes watching how you came undone. Making sure to take in every bit of you that he could as you lost it beneath him. “Come for me darlin’.” 

Your nerves felt on edge as the pleasure wrecked through your system. Body shaking while you could only seem to cling to him tighter. Hands fisted into his shirt and your legs squeezing around his hips, trapping his form to yours all while riding out your orgasm. 

It wouldn’t be until the high began to dwindle where your mind would begin to clear again. A gentle throb at your core. Your body relaxed in his arms, limbs growing heavy, and breath beginning to return. The night's air starting to feel cool against your heated skin. 

He hadn’t pulled out yet. Just stayed inside with the mess he made, as you both came down from your pleasure. Your oversensitive walls still clinging to his softening cock despite how completely wrecked you felt. Eventually you had almost felt sticky laying there—covered in your own sweat and grim. You tried to move away. Trying to free yourself from his grasp, but the hand he still had on your hip stopped you. Squeezing gently. 

“Cooper-” You had begun to question him, eyes fluttering open and looking to Ghoul who still hovered above, but found yourself unable to finish when you finally met his gaze. Breath and words caught in your throat all over again. 

Intense. Soft. There was a strange feeling that swarmed there in his eyes. Something you weren’t quite used to seeing from him. Something you just couldn’t place. It surprised you when he leaned in. Made your heart flutter—stomach flip—as his lips found yours. 

The Ghoul rarely kissed you, and when he did it was rough. All teeth and bite, just like everything else about him, but this kiss wasn’t anything like that. There was an odd softness to it. So gentle, and unlike anything you had ever shared with him before, but it was good all the same. Left your heart feeling like it was going to fall out of your chest right then and there.  

 It had all been fleeting though. That fluttering feeling. That sweet kiss. Lips pressed to yours only for a moment before they were gone again. Like it had never happened in the first place. Just another piece of memories from him to add to your imagination. Never to be addressed. 

There wasn’t a word spoken between you as he finally pulled out from your sensitive walls. The touch of his body—his hands—leaving you, as he moved to settle at your side again. He didn’t look your way, but you couldn’t help lull your head over to gaze at him. Still stuck in that dreamlike feeling. Watching. Quiet as he leaned over the bedside to rummage around in his bag. Pulling out the vials you had seen him take so many times by now. 

You still hadn’t a clue to what they were really. Knew it kept him from going feral, but beyond that you knew nothing. Which is how he liked things typically. He never told you too much. That’s just what it was always like between you two. You hadn’t even known his name till quite recently. 

It was during one of the last few times he had visited, if you recalled. Between moans and bated breaths. Pleasure so close to reaching its peak when he first told it. Cooper. You still remember how desperate he sounded. Caught off guard by the unfamiliar tone from the Ghoul you were beginning to know so well.  Name’s Cooper darlin’. And you’d never forget the way he practically crumbled to pieces as you said the name back. Soul exposed to you in ways you never thought possible with him. 

Honestly, you didn’t even think he had a soul until that moment. 

The Ghoul hadn’t been back for months after that night. For reasons you could only guess at. There was a point where you didn’t think he’d ever be back to seek you out again. But of course he was always full of surprises. Almost half a year passed until you saw him again at your doorstep. Acting as if nothing had happened since last, like he hadn’t been gone far longer then he ever had before. Familiar bite and taunting words greeting you fondly. All back to his normal self—or what was normal of him to you at least. 

“Cooper?” 

He inhales the chem. Doesn’t pay you any mind in the slightest. Which is fine. Doesn’t stop yourself from shifting closer to him. Allowing for one of your hands to trail up his chest. You feel him pausing briefly at your touch, and your eyes meet his as he glances your way. He’s unreadable as he gazes at you, hazel eyes holding yours for a mere second, before they’re focusing back to his life saving vials. 

He doesn’t go to stop you though, so you take the chance to tuck yourself into his side. Head resting on his chest. Your eyes feeling heavy once more as you do. But still you don’t sleep yet. Not when you know how little time you have left with the Ghoul. So instead your fingers draw shapes over him, and play with the button of his shirt he still never bothered to remove. 

“Thought I told you to fuckin’ sleep.” His voice brings you away from your thoughts, as he finishes up with his chem. Sounding almost annoyed, probably was, he’s not one for showing much bouts of affection after all. Doesn’t even really like when you’re clingy either. But somehow that still doesn’t stop his free arm winding itself around your waist. Holding you close.  

“Cooper…” 

“Sleep.” The Ghoul’s voice had been quiet but firm. He had pulled his hat from the bedpost to wear again, tugging it to rest over his closing eyes. “Some of us got shit to do in the morning.” 

You didn’t bother to point out how he had been the one disturbing you up till this moment. There was no point in arguing with him though. He wouldn’t listen—a stubborn bastard through and through. 

Not that you could find a good reason to do so anyway. Especially not with how your eyes kept trying to flutter shut, or how comforting it felt laying there in his arms. Listening to his breathing. His very subtle heartbeat somehow loud to your ears. 

When sleep finally took you it would be peaceful for once. Something about knowing the Ghoul was there made you feel calm. Even though you knew that it should have been the opposite. He was deadly. Could kill you in a second. But somehow that hadn’t bothered you in the slightest. Not anymore, at least. Instead it made you feel at ease.

 Safe.

The sun would be barely rising as you woke to the early light. Gentle rays illuminating your small room in a warm orange glow. You had stretched, yawning, before naturally going to feel for the Ghoul that had invaded your home last night. His spot had been empty, of course, long grown cold now that he didn’t occupy its space. 

He never stayed for long. Any night he spent with you he was always gone before you ever had the chance of waking. It’s just how he was. How things were meant to be between you two. You had understood since the very beginning, all those years ago when first taking him into your bed. 

And yet still your fingers ran over the spot. An ache settling in your heart. You knew there was no reason to be sentimental. There was no reason to miss something that wasn’t truly yours. But there was a part of you that did. A piece of you that wanted more than this—wanted what you couldn’t truly have for yourself. 

The Ghoul, Cooper Howrad. You wanted him. More than just for sex. His heart, his soul. You wanted it all. Every piece of him. Craved it even. More than you ever desired something in your entire life. That thought of being his, and him being yours rattling around in that silly little heart of yours. 

He’d never allow it. 

Sighing, you pulled your hand away from his spot and sat up. Wincing. You had almost forgotten about it. The bite mark he left on your thigh still painful. Carefully you looked it over. He hadn’t taken a chunk out of you. Thankfully. Just left you looking like some sort of chew toy like he usually did. 

It wasn’t worth a stimpak. Not like you’d ever consider using one anyway for such a minor injury. It would be a waste otherwise, and being wasteful out here meant death even on a good day. 

Sometimes you wondered if that was why he marked you up so much. As if he knew you wouldn’t bother to heal them so quickly. You wondered if he enjoyed knowing that your body carried signs of him for days. Bites and bruises like some sort of possessive claim. Every mark from him a reminder of just who exactly had left them there in the first place. 

You doubted it all the same though, he probably just thought it was fun to bite and mark you up. Probably did it to everyone he spent the night with. You were sure there were others. Even if he’s never said so, you weren’t dumb enough to think otherwise, as sad as it made you to think about sometimes. 

Leaving bed, your morning would end up being the same as any other. You’d get yourself ready, tidy up the room, and eat what little food you had. After you’d work the day away. Maybe even head into town for a little bit before heading back home. The simple mundane routine so natural to you now that it went about like clockwork. Doing what you needed to survive before the sun would fall again. The moon taking its place easily in a sky painted by shining stars. 

And as you’d lay in bed once more. You’d look out to the wasteland through those cracks in the boarded window. Wondering if he’d show, eyes searching for any kind of sign of him. Waiting—hoping—for the Ghoul to arrive again. 

But of course, he wouldn’t.

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Savanna Squad Presentation Night Headcanons/mini fic [1/3]

splitting this into three headcanon parts because my god its long

eat up :]

Part 1: Taylor & Logan Part 2: Ben & Tyler Part 3: Aiden & Ashlyn [WIP]

Ashlyn's POV

So the question is: How did we get here? Simple answer really. Taylor. She was always the one to suggest these kinds of things, team building hang outs, though last time it was just us.

The rest of the boys had plans. Tyler had practice to attend, one of the late kinds, Ben and Logan had a project together due for bio in a day or two, and Aiden, for some reason, had a late dentist appointment (much to his dismay). Only Taylor could make it to the graveyard early. Initially, we were just meant to manage our resources, which was manageable with one person, but it was always easier with other people to bounce ideas off of. That's all it was meant to be, but Taylor had other ideas.

"Girls night!!" She had cheered, and we just hung out.

And I had fun.

But as Logan fights with his laptop to mirror on the T.V for the presenters, that being us, I can't help but feel like I'm going to regret this one. Especially with Tweedledee and Tweedledum in the background yelling about something that I don't want to know about, but will probably learn against my will.

Just as Taylor and Ben come downstairs with blankets and pillows, Logan's T.V finally projects the wallpaper of his laptop.

"It's set up, thank god," he sighs, with that last part being under his breathe. And as we set up in his living room, Ben dragging Aiden and Tyler from the kitchen, both with bags of snacks in their arms, and Taylor handing out blankets, we finally sit in our places.

The next question, however, is Who goes first?

Taylor Hernandez

Taylor goes first because she's the one who planned it and was the most excited about it. Aiden tried to go first, but it was collectively agreed that he would be going last for no reason other than to piss him off lmao

Anyways, we love a STEM girl (be still my own heart) so her presentation would be all about her tools and work for the mechanics club. She takes this club seriously, not only because it's good for networking, but because she genuinely finds it fun. I like to think that there are two levels to the club where one is just a standard club and the second level is a competition team, and she was shooting to be a part of the competition league (totally not projecting because I'm a robotics kid)

Her presentation is so well done. It's not only really well organized, but it is just so pretty. It's the type of presentation that teachers would drool over. Avid Canva user b/c it has a lot of customization options that she loves.

What's a toolbox tour without the actual toolbox that's just as decorated as her slideshow. And she takes care of it, too.

Her presentation is so fun and sets a fun tune for the night, and she manages to make this topic really engaging. She would have a little quiz at the end, too, where if one of the group gets a question correct, they get a piece of candy

shows off tools like she's filming a makeup tutorial, I saw this on tumblr, and it's just canon at this point. No criticisms are accepted because it just isn't possible.

Group's reaction

Ashlyn and Ben are the ones who pay the most attention to the presentation. Ashlyn also gets the most questions right at the end of the quiz.

Logan asks the most questions in between slides, but not in an annoying way. He does get a bit lost, though, considering just how many tools there are.

Tyler and Aiden are still bickering a bit. Aiden can't sit still for the life of himself, but he swears that he is listening. Tyler would say otherwise.

Aiden is, though, and he ends up getting Taylor a really nice tool set that she mentioned she wanted when presenting just because he can. He is her favorite for a few days. He absolutely would have a shit eating grin looking at Tyler to just say, "See, I was listening :D". Tyler would then say that he could go fuck himself /hj

Logan Fields

Logan is next. The laptop hates him, and it's old and shuts down multiple times in his presentation. The group then had to watch this man fight with a busted 4-year-old laptop and lose several times. Have you ever seen your parents fight with a printer the night before you have a school project due? It's like that, and the rest are concerned.

He is an astrology bitch, and I will take no criticisms. But like, not in the way that it controls his life, he would not be caught dead saying that the stars told him to do something, like not let him eat alfredo on Sunday or something like that. He's more interested in the concept itself since the idea of zodiacs have existed for so long. Its his comfort research topic.

Absolutely went HAM on researching each and every one of their birth charts. Ask him to show you his notes, and he would not show you. Why??? because he took up an entire notepad (it's one of the smaller ones but still).

"Logan's so innocent" "Logan's so sweet" "My boy can do no wro-" NO!!!! THAT MOTHERFUCKER WILL READ YOU TO FILTH AND I STAND BY THIS. ITS LIKE HE LOOKED YOUR SOUL, UP AND DOWN, AND EXPOSED IT FOR THE WORLD TO SEE (something tells me Tyler gets it the worse. idk why it just feels right)!!! If he feels like something doesn't fit one of the people in the group he is clear about it

"Here is Gemini, a social butterfly. Here is Ashlyn. A Gemini. I love Ashlyn, but like a year ago I have actually seen you jump a fence to avoid a group of people who go to our high school without thinking, and I would say that needs an intervention but you'd also avoid it by jumping a fence." "..."

The presentation itself is long as hell. Like he goes in depth about everything that he talks about, and if you interrupt him, he will shoot you with a spray bottle. Did I mention there's a group spray bottle? Guess why they have one.

Somehow, he is still only the second longest presentation.

Group's Reaction

Taylor is his biggest hypeman. I feel like she'd also enjoy astrology a bit, too, though she's more of a casual fan. She is also one of the few people who is free from Logan's jabs.

Ben is also free from his jabs because he helped him with the laptop, which, thank god, because Logan was about to lose it. I don't think he really believes in astrology. The most he knows is his sun sign on the surface level. He is invested, though.

Don't think Ash is very interested in astrology either, and at some points in his presentation, he just loses her attention.

Tyler gets sprayed at least twice with the spray bottle because he gets defensive. Surprisingly, I do think he would be somewhat interested and knowledgeable about his star signs at least, mainly because he had to deal with Taylor when she went through an astrology phase (let me tell you it was brutal).

Aiden is also interested and engaged in the presentation, but maybe a little too much. What I mean is that he interrupts at points and is the reason why the spray bottle exists. Logan is flattered, but istg Aiden if you interrupt this man one more time...

By the end of the two presentations, the group is in pretty high spirits and having a good time, despite the fact that two of them are a bit wet.

Logan's laptop, however, is not, and just as they were setting up Ben's powerpoint, it decides that it was a good time to perform a mandatory update and restarts.

Absolute silence.

You could hear a pin drop.

And all eyes go to Logan.

"..."

"..."

"ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME?!?!"

Long story short, the presentations have to be postponed for around an hour and forty-eight minutes (maybe you never know with computers), and Logan is taking a walk.

[bl4cktourmaline]

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✿ — ► ᴺᴼᵂ ᴾᴸᴬᵞᴵᴺᴳ : morning with him ft UNDEAD

(っ´▽｀)っ — Rei Sakuma

ᝰ When you go to sleep first, he is usually the one who would come to your bed and will always wrap his arms around you, listening to your soft heartbeat.

ᝰ As you sleep the night away, sometimes he would kiss your forehead whenever you're having a bad dream to which you smile in your sleep.

ᝰ In the morning, you always have to find many ways of waking him up because at times, he refused to let you go and make breakfast...

You woke up to the soft morning light that managed to escape through the curtains, rubbing one of your eyes before looking down to see...

"Good morning, Rei-kun~" a soft smile plastered on your face.

"Mmm..." He didn't respond, instead he nuzzled closer to your collarbone.

"Can you let me go? I need to make breakfast soon..."

"That can wait..."

Seriously, what are you going to do with him...

⊂(･ω･*⊂) — Kaoru Hakaze

ᝰ You always go to sleep first without ever seeing him and sometimes would catch him leaving the house when you woke up in the morning.

ᝰ Before leaving, he always gives you a goodbye kiss when you are still half asleep to wake you up which always works every time.

ᝰ On rare occasions, he just slept in mostly because he was tired from his idol work and sometimes he just needed to recharge his battery of you...

You woke up, sunlight peeking through the curtains, its warmth softly kissing your skin. blinking your eyes before slowly adjusting your vision and there you see locks of blonde hair...

You couldn't help but smile at the sight of his peaceful sleeping face, how can one be so precious?

"Kao-kun, it's time to get up" You said softly, patting his head.

"Mmn~ 5 more minutes..." He groaned, tightening his grip on you.

"Oh come on, you're going to be late"

"But it's so nice being here..."

Okay, maybe 5 more minutes won't hurt after all...

(づ◡﹏◡)づ — Koga Oogami

ᝰ Though he doesn't like to admit it but he likes coming home to be greeted by your sweet sleeping face, sometimes he would get embarrassed when he heard you call out his name in your sleep.

ᝰ The little things you do always wash his fatigue away when he sees your smile after he brushes your bangs away from your face.

ᝰ Only in the morning, where you get to see his more honest and clingy side, it's rare to see him being so openly affectionate without getting embarrassed so easily...

Waking up from the land of dreams, you could feel strong arms wrapped around your waist and a source of warmth pressing against your back...

"Mmm...Kou-kun?" You called out to him softly, blinking slowly.

"Morning..." He mumbled sleepily, pressing his nose against the nape of your neck.

"Hey...stop that, it's tickles...!"

"Can't help it, you smell nice..."

At times like this, he becomes so sweet ...

(*´ -`)(´- `*) — Adonis Otogari

ᝰ When he came home, you were always found snoozing the night away and often with the blanket being pushed to the edge of the bed, you hugging a pillow in one arm.

ᝰ Before getting onto the bed, he makes sure the pillows are comfy and places the blanket over you up until your shoulders so you won't get a cold when you wake up.

ᝰ Whenever he is next to you in bed, you would roll over and into his arms before going back to let out soft snoozes, he can't help but smile at your cuteness...

When you wake up, gentle strokes through your hair are the first thing you feel and when you open your sleepily eyes slowly...

"Good morning... sleep well?" His kind eyes look at you with so much love in them.

"Adon-kun..." Nuzzling against his chest, seeking for his warmth.

"Still tired?"

"Mmm...let me stay like this for a bit..."

Waking up next to the love of your life is so sweet…

[mrs-illyrian-baby]

The Old Gods and The New - Chapter 13

Glorious Magnificent Goddess | Loki x Reader

You and Loki retreat to his hideaway to recouperate after your run in with Lugh. Loki helps you practice your magic again as well as rewarding you for your bravery. But how far can you really escape a God?

Warnings: 18+ sexual content, lots of praise, possessive Loki, making out, teasing, oral ( f receiving), p in v, cockwarming (if you squint), dirty talk but also…angst, emotional hurt/comfort.

A/N: This is mostly smut but there's definitely some plot there too. Please don't judge me for my terrible prophecy writing.

Also this chapter wouldn't have been written with nearly so much smut in it if I hadn't been so sexually frustrated reading @lokisgoodgirl 's The Lakes series. There's no little Tesco here and we're far from The Lakes but this chapter is dedicated to you :)

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Somewhere between your sheer terror of being kidnapped and Loki’s sweeping rescue of you from the floor, you’d passed out. When you woke you were lying on a sofa in front of a roaring fire, the logs crackling merrily in time with the soft low hum of Loki’s voice. 

You turned your head to see him moving deftly around a small kitchen, pouring steaming soup into a bowl while he sang quietly. At first you didn’t recognise the words, but the more you listened and allowed the song to wash over you, the more you understood. He sang of home, of love and comfort, songs that spoke to the very bones of you until you melted into the cushions and blankets, at peace. Somewhere deep down your memories hummed back, even if you couldn’t remember the words yet. 

He turned, still singing the last of the tune, and smiled gently. In the firelight he looked shockingly ethereal compared to his domestic surroundings, his hair glossy and dark, tumbling about his shoulders in almost cherubic curls. The shirt he’d worn under his suit was now only loosely tucked into his trousers, the collar undone and his sleeves rolled up just past his elbows. 

“You’re awake,” he knelt next to you, cupping your face in his hands and drawing you close, kissing you so tenderly you thought you might still be asleep, dreaming of being awoken by Prince Charming. 

“Was I dreaming? We went on that stupid mission and it was awful -” you scrunched your face the memory. “Do you think it’s always that chaotic?”

“It wasn’t a dream, Darling, unfortunately. We were intercepted by someone.” 

It came rushing back, the man’s hands grabbing at you, the blinding light he seemed to be able to control and the spear he wielded. But then, you’d had a spear too, and armour, silver and velvet and flame. You looked down at your clothes, the armour was gone and in its place was one of Loki’s soft cotton shirts. 

“I knew him, I think. I saw a memory with him in, and my mother, they were friends. He said his name was Lugh and we were in his home, it was snowing - But I was younger then. And I saw one of the men who - who -” 

Loki placed a steadying hand on your arm, remaining by your side, his eyes darting over your face and searching for any trace of pain or suffering. “Hush, darling, let’s not talk of it now. You’ve had a trying time, rest and we can talk of it in the morning. 

“But I’ve seen him before, Loki, I have and-” You sighed, falling back on the sofa. “I wish I could just remember.” 

Loki kissed your cheek and moved back to the kitchen, “well, this Lugh, he frightened you and I will not tolerate that. Here, I made you soup, you should eat and get some strength back.” He placed the tray on an oak coffee table and piled cushions onto the floor for you to sit on. 

Sliding down onto the nest of pillows, you allowed yourself to look around the room, it was small but cosy, furnished with solid oak and thick, luxurious fabrics in velvet, knits and heavy wool plaid. Large cushions backed the sofa and chairs while the walls were lined with books old and new.

“Where are we?” You asked, blowing on the warm soup before taking a small sip from your spoon. 

“A secret place, a cabin. We’re still in America, if that’s what you were wondering. Those ridiculous spangled idiots showed up and blew our cover so I needed to retreat quickly. I can teleport, but not very far, and this was the nearest place I could drive to after we were far enough away.” Loki said, matter of factly, before joining you on the floor and dunking a thick crust of bread into your soup. 

“Hey, that’s mine,” you reached a foot out to kick him gently and he laughed, pulling it into his lap.

“Share, Ásynja , don’t be selfish,” he smiled, dipping again but offering you the bread between his fingers. 

“I didn’t know you lived anywhere else.” You’d always imagined that when he wasn’t at the compound Loki retreated to some icy fortress covered in black and green furnishings. Something dramatic and luxurious, you certainly hadn’t imagined a cosy log cabin. 

“I like to have a few retreats, a few bolt holes here and there. Plus Brunnhilde uses them from time to time when she’s on official business, hotels aren’t really her style, she prefers to deplete my stores of whisky and mead.” Loki didn’t look upset though, he seemed pleased to be able to offer somewhere comfortable and inviting. 

“I would’ve thought showing off in the lap of luxury would be right up your street.” You teased, Loki liked the finer things in life and there was no way you were complaining when he extended such luxuries to you too. But there was something so satisfying about teasing the god of Mischief. 

“Oh, yes, it is,” his smile morphed from playful into predatory, his voice dropping an octave into that rough rumble that made you melt, “but it’s the privacy we enjoy. We’re in the middle of nowhere, my Darling-” 

“And no one can hear me scream?” You joked, raising your eyebrows. 

“Exactly.” He tugged on your leg again, before reaching forwards and pulling you into his lap. Beneath the wool slacks he was already hard, the firm length of him straining against the zip. His shirt was loose on you, rucked up around your waist to accommodate your spread legs and you were mercifully bare beneath.  

“Loki,” you breathed, pressing yourself down into his embrace, moulding your bodies together. Between your thighs he throbbed, sending a fresh wave of heat coursing through your body, reigniting your adrenaline. 

Loki’s large hands slid up your back, one splayed wide cupping your waist, the other on the back of your neck, tipping your head down so he could growl against your lips, “I love when you say my name,” he nipped at your bottom lip and you kissed back, sucking his tongue into your mouth like you were ravenous. “My Ásynja , take what you need my darling, I am yours, at your mercy, my breathtaking Goddess.” 

Together you fell backwards onto the rug, Loki breaking your fall and gently laying you down beside him. His hands ghosted down your side, barely touching you while his magic melted your clothes away leaving you both glowing in the firelight. 

“You were magnificent tonight, a true goddess of the Aesir, I -” His hands fluttered over you, his eyes trying to take you all in at once. 

You had never seen Loki lost for words before and it was a glorious feeling, knowing that you had reduced him to this. 

“I have to have you, darling, can’t keep my hands from you.” He growled, touching every inch of your bared skin. 

“I couldn’t have done it without you though, Loki.” You assured him, kissing along his broad shoulders, inhaling the rich scent of him, so close. 

“Ah, my darling one, I did nothing.” He closed his eyes, luxuriating in the feel of you, each kiss like a butterfly's wings brushing against his skin. 

“Wait-” You sat up, “you didn’t do anything?” 

“No, did you think I had some part to play?” He looked at you quizzically, “you think I conjured a burning spear? Silver armour?” 

“Well - I -” He curled an eyebrow at you, encouraging you to complete your thought. “I did that? That was me?” 

“Of course” he laughed out the words, surprised that you weren’t already aware. 

“Well. Okay.” You lay back on the rug and stared at the ceiling, unabashed in your nakedness, and Loki fought the urge to simply climb on top of you. 

“Hmmm, indeed.” Instead he traced his finger over your sternum and between your breasts, down to your belly button and then over your hip. Tingling goosebumps erupted in his wake and you watched as he skipped from your hip to where the bracelet he gave you still circled your wrist. “Besides, if I had created armour for you, it would be in green and gold.” He murmured, bending to place a kiss on the delicate skin below the bracelet. 

“Would it now, have you thought of how you’d dress me for battle?” Now it was your turn to lift an eyebrow at him. “Why don’t you show me how you’d prepare me for battle.” 

Loki gave you a predator’s smile before pulling you closer. “Too many clothes required for battle, darling, how about we practise the celebration instead?”

As you drifted in and out of sleep the memory of Loki’s hands on you followed your sleeping thoughts, his hands spread wide on your thighs, squeezing and kneading while he feasted on you, his body supplicant before you, worshipping as he’d promised. You writhed, rolling closer to him and hooking your leg over his. There was still a deep ache within you, a roiling of your magic needing release and bubbling to the surface in your whimpers and bucking hips. 

Loki stirred beside you and pulled you closer, your naked body was bed warm and soft compared to his perpetually cooler constitution and it felt good to be thawed by your presence. He cupped your cheek, turning your sleeping face so he could look over your features. There was still a tendency for your eye colour to shift without you realising, but everything else had settled and now every time he looked at you the same beautiful face shone back. 

He kissed you on your forehead, revelling in the gentle smile that spread across your lips, he kissed your cheek and nose, moving across your face until your eyelashes fluttered and you snuggled closer, fingers digging into his sides. Slowly, so slowly, he moved down your neck, pressing kisses onto your collarbone and nuzzling into the swell of your breast, he laved wet kisses onto your nipples, blowing cold air over the sensitive flesh just to watch them pebble and tighten before him. 

Loki’s kisses were featherlight, meltingly soft but you needed more, craved more. Light flared within you and, behind the grate, the fire crackled in response, burning blue and filling the room with light. 

He lifted his head watching you with lust blown eyes. 

“Incredible, my darling goddess, do it again,” he encouraged, kissing lower until he could nip at your soft belly, his thumbs pressing into your hips to stop you from lifting upwards. “Do it again and I’ll give you anything you want, name your price.”

“I can’t,” you whined, giving up on struggling in favour of looping your leg over his muscular shoulder. 

“You can,” he traced his nose lower, lower, the point of his tongue guiding him until he hovered over your aching core. “You can do it, Ásynja , you are powerful and strong, you control the fire, you control the light, show me, make me tremble before you.” His words were a whisper, a prayer, his eyes locked with yours despite the lewd poke of his tongue from between his pink lips. 

Frustrated you dropped your head back onto the rug and the fire roared again, the candles dotted around the room flickered. Between your legs Loki smiled again, murmuring something in the same old norse language that you were still trying to remember. But it was hard to care what he was saying when he was teasing you so deliciously, his tongue writing every sinful thing he wanted to do. 

“Please, Loki.” You hummed, tugging on the long strands of his silky hair in an effort to move him. 

“A moment more, my darling one.” He cooed, sucking on the inside of your thigh while his fingers entered you slowly, curling into your fluttering walls. 

“You promised me anything,” you gasped, heat pooling between your legs, Loki marvelled as your arousal slicked down his fingers. 

“I did, and what does my most wonderful Goddess require of me?” He asked, his voice hoarse with lust. 

“Fuck me, Loki- ugh,” he felt you clench around him, so soft yet so strong, and he knew he needed to have you just as much. “Fuck me like you mean it, I’m your Goddess, yours, take me, worship me, and make me yours.” You reached down and squeezed his hard cock as you spoke, watching his mouth fall open at the pressure.

With a growl, Loki prowled up your prone body, hooking your leg around his waist as he settled over you. All you could see was the curtain of his hair, the sharp lines of his face and his glittering eyes. The swell of his cock between your legs was hot and heavy, a tease of what was to come. It felt like it had been so long since you were alone together that you were desperate, clawing, inching your hips up until he was notched at your entrance, waiting. 

“Please,” you begged, breathlessly and he slid home in a single thrust, filling you to the brim and binding you together. “Oh! Loki!” 

“Yes, that’s it my darling,” he began to thrust, rolling his hips to rub against your clit with every movement. “Say my name.” 

“Loki, Loki, Loki.” His name became a chant in time with each thrust. “I’m yours, oh my god, never let me go.” You buried your face in his neck, sucking a bruise into the delicate skin as he ground against you, locked together so tightly he could barely pull back before you were bringing him closer again. 

“Never, I’ll never let you go, you’re mine now. All mine,” he panted, the feel of your lips and teeth a blissful pain, “and I’m yours, all yours.” The flames roared, their reflection catching in the glass of the lamps artfully dotted around the room, painting the walls in jewelled colours, emerald, sapphire and ruby red. 

He sat back, pulling you into his lap so he could kiss your chest and hold you closer. You moved together, riding towards your release as if you were charging into battle, never close enough, never fast enough, chasing your pleasure while Loki looked at you in awe. 

With a final roar he buried himself inside of you and the banked fire of your desire burst forth consuming you both. In the fireplace the flames licked out onto the hearth, the candles flared and blue flames encircled you both. 

Loki pulled away, his eyes tracing over your face as he always did, checking that you were happy and safe and smiling giddily as he was. And then he saw the flames, swirling like ribbons in the wind. 

Guiltily you tried to pull away, but he held you firm, still deep inside of you and as he caught your gaze again you felt him throb against your sensitive walls, “magnificent,” he murmured, before tipping you back against the carpet and continuing his worship. 

The morning came too soon, the mist that danced between the trees faded as it got closer to the cabin windows and you let out a puff of hot air against the pane. You set your cup of coffee on the side and drew a heart in the condensation, smiling as it turned green and gold as the rising sun beyond touched the tops of the pine trees in the valley. 

On silent feet, Loki crept up on you, circling his arms around your waist and resting his chin on your shoulder where your shirt slipped away from your collar. Here he planted a wet kiss, squeezing you tighter when you giggled from the sensation. Between you both, you wondered if you’d ever have need to go clothes shopping again. With a flick of his wrist Loki had sent his suit into oblivion and had manifested a surprisingly sensible pair of dark jeans and a sweater. To his own surprise, try as he might, he couldn’t make it green and instead the fibres continued to insist on a rich, dark blue colour instead. 

“Loki,” you chided, but you didn’t push him away, your body sought him at all times, reaching for his touch, so you allowed him to set his feet between yours and settled his hands on your hips. 

“Darling, we should talk about what happened, now that we’ve had time to rest.” 

Loki led you both out to a small covered porch at the back of the cabin, it’d been too dark to see your surroundings when you arrived but now you could see over through the trees to an open vista. A lake took up the majority of the valley, tailing away into a rushing river at its furthest point. Both sides of the valley were covered in dense trees, golden brown patches in the late autumn and dark green pines knitting together the amber canopy, the mist still rose from them while you settled into an old swing chair. The view was incredible, stealing your breath and your words as Loki settled beside you. 

“It reminded me of Norway,” he said, casually, “and so I had to have it. Especially as things became so -” he waves his hand, “messy, in Asgard.” 

“It’s beautiful, I could stay here forever.” 

“As could I, darling, but we must address what happened. This isn’t the first time you’ve been attacked and I grow concerned it could happen again.” Loki was rarely so serious, even in the early days of your training he had been playful and coy, teasing your abilities from you. 

You sat in silence, sipping your coffees while you thought of how to proceed. 

“So, I suppose we start with the obvious, we know one of the players in this game now,” Loki said, decisively. “Lugh, it is not a pantheon I know well, though my father was always respectful and my mother knew various members. Though it is possible when my memories were taken, I forgot about other gods as well.”

“I suppose... I don’t know why he’d pretend to care now when he had me happily locked away like some fairytale princess.” You huffed. 

“He mentioned your mother? That they were friends? With your mother gone, we could assume he is trying to act on her behalf, protect you as she would.I know my father often behaved in such a manner, keeping secrets when he ought to have told the truth, and then calling it protection, kindness.”

“Do you think - do you think he was the one who kept me locked up as well? Despite it all he didn’t seem like he wanted to be violent, I can’t understand how anyone working for him would be violent when he could have killed us both there and then. And then there’s the boy.”

Loki looked at you, his head tipped to the side. “The boy?” You had mentioned the boy earlier as well, but he had thought you were simply delirious. 

“When he touched me, Lugh, I saw a memory of us together. My mother and I were at his house, he was kind and gentle. He encouraged me to go outside and play with a boy, it seemed like I was - happy?” You stared into the trees, hoping some clarity would emerge inside you to stop the churning feeling in your stomach. 

“I learnt a lot from my father and one of the most important lessons he ever gave me, well, I don’t believe he intended to teach this as a lesson. But I learnt to never trust his mood. One minute he would love me and call me son, the next he would send me away for decades at a time. I would counsel against trusting Lugh, if he’s lived as long as Odin, the time has eaten away at what’s left of his sanity and I don’t doubt he would be kind to you in one moment and lock you up in the next.” Loki shrugged, melancholy at the memory of Odin, and then took a long drink from his mug. 

You looked over to see a sad smile tugging at his lips, as if making fun of Odin was easier than the honesty of his statement. 

“Perhaps - but, I recognised his eyes, the boy. I saw him again, he came for me. After I got away from those Asgardian’s, he tried to get me to go with him and I refused. He told me to stop using my magic, just as Lugh did, and then I was taken again by - hmmm.” 

“If he warned you against the magic and then you were taken again, perhaps it was not Lugh who kidnapped you.” Loki raised his eyebrows and you nodded, silent and contemplative, already wondering the same. “Perhaps he really was trying to protect you?” Loki still hadn’t told you about the sigil he’d seen, about how he knew who your last captors were. How would he explain to you that your betrothed was out to find you? He had no memory of that war between the Aesir and the Vanir, how could he spoil what was growing between you with a fear like that. 

“Perhaps. I just wish there was something in my past I could trust and believe in.” 

He felt sick lying to you, even if it was by omission.. Loki had promised himself that he would protect you and he would, for now you needed comfort and peace more than you needed the truth. 

You lapsed into silence, finishing your coffee and setting it onto the wooden porch floor. The quiet washed over you, the sound of the water and the rustling trees, even the calls of the birds felt perfectly placed to put you at ease. 

After a while, Loki spoke again, quiet and low with that same serious voice that was so unfamiliar. “I still loved him, Odin, though he kept many things from me. Just because things are confusing now, doesn’t mean your happier times are forgotten. You used to speak of your Grandfather and now - well - there has been no mention of him for some time. You are allowed to miss him, and your life before this. It is no slight against me for you to have enjoyed happier times with others. I only wish for you to be happy again now.” 

Emotion welled within you, “I do still think of him. I miss him so much, even if - I know, I know he wasn’t real. But he was real for me. He was kind.” You stuttered, reaching out for Loki’s hand to ground you. 

“I’m glad.” Loki squeezed back, tangling your fingers together and he held you as you cried “ I think we should consider going back to Tønsberg , to show Brunnhilde what you saw. Perhaps she has some more answers, now that there has been time to think.”

“I thought we were supposed to rendevouz with the team again?” You sniffed, wiping the tears from your cheeks, “won’t they be looking for us when we didn’t meet to swap cars?”

“Well that’s what we were supposed to do, but they’ve got their item now, I thought we could enjoy some time together here and then, when you’re ready, I shall take you home.” Loki put his arm over your shoulders and held you against his side, the deep scent of amber still lingered on him, mixed with the crisp, clean, scent of pine. You tucked your feet up onto the seat, leaning your weight into his warm, strong body and allowed yourself a moment of peace to think of it, a home for you and Loki.

You hadn’t felt as safe and secure since you first left your flat, any time the God was in your presence you felt at peace, content with the world and your place in it. Loki was right, you needed some time together, and practising your fire skills was exactly the kind of cosy activity the glowing hillside and crisp air required. 

You whiled away a few more hours, snuggled together in the early winter air, Loki created a small green fire that glowed in front of you while you practised sending blue sparks dancing around the edge. 

Inside the cabin the fire smouldered, warm and inviting. Wood stacked by the fireplace shuddered and a single log rolled off onto the floor surrounded in white light. 

Distracted outside neither you nor Loki watched the divine woodwork taking place inside as the log slowly became smaller and smaller, leaving chips of wood in it’s wake. Finally, after an hour of craftsmanship, the light faded and left behind a small wooden box. It grew hot, as it sat before the fire and opened, revealing a misty mirror inside, and a swatch of delicate lace wrapped around a glass sphere. 

The lace unravelled, allowing the marble to roll away from its container, bumping against the back of the sofa and coming to a stop before the fire, heating up and then cracking, releasing the secret inside. 

A soft voice escaped, “I saw a vision of a flock divided, a tup of pure chaos and a ewe of love, a ram standing watch, a singular lamb frolicking, a lamb with a fiery fleece. It has burnt the farm. But from the ashes rises lush land, strong crops and healthy babes. I have told this vision to my husband, and Lugh, he does not believe me when I say she is no threat, he believes this to be a prophecy of Ragnarok, he cannot see the verdant land beyond the fire. You must hide the girl, my friend, I can protect her no longer.” 

Frigga’s voice, lost to the mortality that even the seemingly infinite possess, faded into the quiet of the cabin. 

And outside your chatter continued obliviously, happy and full of love. 

<< Part 12

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Demi Demon || Alastor x Reader, A3 part 6

Synopsis: Alastor disappeared for 8 years, leaving you confused, crushed, and angry. You spent those years building up your new self and protecting the haven from dangers left and right. What will happen when he returns to the new changes? Will he return anytime soon? Could you even go back to the way things were?

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Part 6: sweet nothings

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I let out a groan as I stretched my arms out. My eyes snapped open to see Alastor still here and sitting in a chair by the empty fireplace. The evening sun was streaming through the large window and making his red pop out all the more.

His eyes were already on me when I looked him over. He placed his book on the side table and stood, his shadow lifting his cane for him to take. It took two strides to cross the room to kneel beside the couch.

I rolled over on my back as a red claw gently caressed my cheek and unstuck a strand of hair on the side of my face. When had he put a blanket over me? I pulled it off most of the way from being overheated.

"How did you sleep, dear?" he asked, voice crackling like his radio. His cane rested on his thigh.

"Not bad." I ran my hand up his sleeve to cover his hand, our fingers shifting so they could half interlace against my face. It was satisfying to stare up at his face.

He leaned down to press a gentle kiss on my forehead.

Beautiful darling, I heard him say.

He moved lower and pressed his lips onto mine. I leaned further into the pillow and found the back of his head with my other hand. His hair tickled my cheeks where it fell.

A string of fear pulsed through my mind at the thought of him leaving. I wanted so badly to keep him at a safe distance yet that had proven futile in the end. I couldn't resist him. Not now, and not when I first developed feelings for him. He somehow always managed to rope me back in.

I wasn't so sure I wanted to untangle myself.

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Alastor spent the next few days doting on his soulmate. It felt like he was basking in warm sunlight on a breezy summer afternoon every time you were in the room together. Your magic melded so perfectly where it had been jagged before. It was comforting.

Though it was bittersweet.

Now that the bond had connected fully again, he was able to hear the little doubts that plagued your mind. You weren't shielding him in the way he was shielding you. His...other...feelings were still hidden safely behind a wall. You didn't need to see those.

You were highly skeptical of his affections but you never stopped him. He noticed the little devils making more frequent appearances around you. If he left you alone, they were at your side by the time he came back. If he barely turned his head, one of them was appearing from underfoot to grip at your pant leg.

Nym was the more intriguing one. She had a tough, rowdy spirit and seemed to drag her brother with her wherever she went. The boy was smaller than her and ran to his adoptive mother if he feared Nym would bring him somewhere muddy or had a small creature in her palms.

Reagan still hated him. He never cared for her to begin with but she lived under the same roof and caused plenty of problems. If it wasn't for his soulmate, Alastor would've corrected her bad manners long ago.

All three devils were in the kitchen while you made dinner. He placed a gentle kiss on your forehead before excusing himself outside through the back door. He stood at the corner of the house furthest from the haven — a place no one would ever be looking — then leaned against the wood grasping at his chest.

He pulled his bow tie loose and gripped his microphone until it bent under his strength. His breathing was erratic, his legs felt numb, and his claws were frozen in whatever position they were currently in. He tried to force his heart to slow its beating but his magic was difficult to reign in.

He had been suffering from these random panic attacks for days. They came on without warning. Horrid memories and anxieties resurfaced, along with bad possible scenarios. He had to get a hold of this panic. Every time he grew more panicked, his magic would slip away from his fingers—the one thing he relied on for centuries, the one thing that made him feel safe and in control.

A thought came to mind and his panic flew away. You had managed to regain control of your magic with a magic-restraining headband on; back when Blackwater was still alive. Alastor had been yanked into the darkness too soon for him to properly search your mind for how you did it. Maybe you would allow him to look back in that memory.

Dinner was awkward, as expected. The two of you sat on the long ends of the table with the devils in between. Nym sat on the chair adjacent to Alastor while Thatcher and Reagan sat closest to you.

Thatcher liked to talk—whenever his sister wasn't talking over him—and Nym liked to stare. She looked away whenever Alastor caught her observing him.

Reagan was silent unless you asked her a direct question. After the first two, you left her alone and listened to the younger pairs' wild adventures in the haven.

After dinner, Alastor watched from the corner of the kitchen as you and the tiny children cleaned up. Reagan was quick to retreat to her room for the night. Alastor would make a comment about that later.

He focused his attention on you as you stood behind the pair washing and drying the dishes. Thatcher liked to play with the water and soap while Nym preferred to dry, probably from her love for mud and anything dirty.

He was surprised to see Thatcher placed a cluster of soap bubbles on her arm. She tried flicking them off but when that didn't work, she angrily took a towel to it. You laughed and placed a gentle kiss on both of their heads.

Something moved in Alastor.

He wasn't sure what exactly. Was it love? Jealousy? Adoration? What he did know was that it made his shoulders less tense, made the edges of panic fade away. His smile was genuine when you glanced over your shoulder at him.

After the dishes had been cleaned, dried, and stored away, you sent the two to their bedroom. He wrapped an arm around your waist and basked in your warmth when you returned the gesture, leaning in so your bodies were comfortably against each other. It felt so good to be able to touch you again.

"I need to speak with Reagan first." You said after a quick kiss. He grimaced at the name but unstuck his claw from your waist. The sooner you spoke to the insolent child, the sooner he would have you for the rest of the night.

He waited in the bedroom, coat off, and glasses on as he read through the abstracts you had made in his absence. Your handwriting was difficult to read but the farther he read in a book, the better it looked.

His foot tapped the floor repeatedly and his eyes kept jumping up to the clock on the mantle. How long did it take to speak to Reagan? It had been thirty minutes already.

He glanced at his cane resting against his leg to ensure it was still there.

Footsteps creaked on the floorboards. His eyes snapped up to the door in anticipation. Upon seeing your head poke through the door, he sprung to his feet and glided over to meet you.

His mind touched yours as his arms wrapped around your back. You let his mind pass through the shields and he shoved away the uneasy feelings Reagan had caused. He felt amusement and annoyance from you at his action.

When you tried to push further past his walls, he placed a firm kiss on your lips as a distraction. He didn't want you to see the building anxieties and tension he had been hiding for weeks since his return. He knew that if you felt him shielding from you too firmly that you would grow upset with him and ask questions.

He threaded his claws through your hair, practically bending you backwards from the effort to be physically close, and searched your mind. It took all of three seconds for you to notice what he was doing and broke the kiss. You pushed him out of your mind and unhooked his arms from your back.

"Tell me what's going on." You crossed your arms.

"What do you mean?" His distractions had failed. How did you even feel he was searching her mind? He had been painstakingly light.

"You keep trying to go deep in my mind but you won't let me into yours."

Ah, so he hadn't been doing a good job at hiding it. Your magic perception must've gotten stronger in his absence. He felt both pride and disappointment knowing he wouldn't be able to hide much from you soon.

"I have allowed you in my mind," he argued gently. He glanced over to see his cane still resting on the chair.

"Not deep. Not as deep as I allow you. So why?"

His eyes left yours as he claws closed around nothing. He summoned his cane into his hand and tried to find the proper words. He felt your mind moving softly around his, not yet trying to push through the barrier. It was something he had done to you so many times before.

He was waiting, expecting you, to say something more to move the conversation along but you didn't. You waited in silence, eyes pinned on him and nowhere else. It was as if he was on a dark stage with a single spotlight on him. Usually he didn't mind it but tonight was different.

"You have your fears, I have my own," he finally said. General, not too specific, but still revealing in a way.

"What fears do you have?" Your question was genuine and not at all accusatory. Everyone had fears. Yet you truly thought he had none.

"Leaving you." His red eyes flicked up to yours for your reaction. Your ears perked up on the sides of your head. Your mouth hung open and a single hand was hovering over your stomach, as if you were debating on touching something, on touching him.

He wanted you to touch him.

"But...why won't you let me in?" you asked next.

"I do not want you to be fearful of my absence again. If I fear it, you will too."

You let out a sigh and took a step closer. Your gentle claw laid carefully on top of the one on his cane while the other gently grabbed his other arm. His hand came up to rest lightly on your back.

"I'm not as fragile as I once was," you said, your eyes scanning his body from his waist to his antlers. They settled down to meet his eyes, "You don't need to protect me from everything."

For a while nothing was said. Your eyes never parted, drinking in each other's gaze after such a long time apart. He noticed then that you were right. You were looking at him differently. Before, you always had a look of anxious anticipation or fear. Now, you looked at him with curiosity and even a fan of confidence. You had grown in the past eight years.

You retracted your hands from his body and he instinctively pulled you against him, afraid to lose you a second time. You let out a small laugh and patted his chest lightly. "I'm just doing something. I'll be right back."

You pushed off his unwillingly arm and walked over to the dresser where a radio sat. You switched it on and turned the dial until you found the station you were looking for. Soft, slow jazz music filled the red room (Unforgettable- Nat King Cole). You kept it at a decent level where you could both hear it but not disturb the children across the hall.

The low piano tunes danced overhead as you sauntered back over to him. You gripped his red staff and lightly pulled his wrist up, successfully peeling off his tight claw from his crutch. You placed his hand at his side and moved to lean the cane against one of the chairs.

You returned to him a moment later, his hands moving instinctively into a waltz position. Your claws were so thin and small compared to his thick, red, sturdy ones. But that didn't lessen your comforting grip. He noticed the way your gaze lingered on your intertwined fingers.

He also noticed the way your pupils widened when they finally looked up at him. His other hand was comfortably on your waist, your own resting on his shoulder. Had you grown taller? He could vaguely remembering stretching his arm more to touch your back when you first learned to dance with him.

He noticed the shadows mimicking the dancing movements along the wall.

He felt a small spike of nervousness from you as you took the first few steps of the waltz. He could feel that it had been some time since you last danced like this with anyone. It was both a sadness and comfort.

He had been stuck in darkness but you had to live on, remaining loyal without an explanation to his disappearance. You had chosen him as he had chosen you. From the big actions like killing Blackwater to the small things like never dancing with someone in his absence, you had chosen him.

His smile grew. His lips were closed as he stared lovingly into your soft eyes. They were the only ones he ever wanted to look at him. They were the only ones that deserved to look at him.

He drunk in your presence, your stare, your love, your touch, your everything. He waited for so long to experience another dance with you. Why had he been so stubborn with you before?

The song ended and you both came to a slow stop. Another song came on, one just as soft and slow as the first, and you continued the gentle waltz (moonlight serenade - glen miller).

Nothing was needed to be said. You basked in each other's mind, unable and unwilling to pull away. You threaded your souls together like stitching a quilt, careful and slow and methodical. No rush. Just peace. Just warmth. Just love.

At one point you laid your head on his chest. Love and adoration swelled inside. He felt like a cup overflowing with something. He was utterly shocked to find himself coming close to the feeling of crying.

He had done plenty of that in the darkness but out here? Why was such a happy moment making him want to cry? It seemed counterintuitive.

You rubbed your head against the red fabric and let out a heavy sigh. He slowly let your hand down and wrapped his arms around your shoulders, allowing you enough room to wrap your own around his waist.

You swayed from side to side now, no stepping required to break your concentration on him. Your mind filled him to every inch and centimeter of his being. He could feel you in his fingers, in his cloved toes, in his wretched tail, in his ears, and every mind space he had.

There was you and only you.

Until your glow dulled as you nearly fell asleep standing up. He hummed a laugh and felt another spike of something strong coming from you. You pushed your face further into his chest.

"Come love," he whispered. He leaned down and lifted your legs, his other hand holding your back securely. He brought you over to the bed and, before placing you down, snapped his fingers to switch you into your usual night attire.

He pulled the covers over your shoulders and moved to get himself ready for bed. Your hand grabbed his and he gently tapped it. "I'll be right back."

He noticed your watchful gaze never left him as he walked to the other side of the room. He snapped his fingers again to adorn himself in different clothes. His cloved feet touched the soft carpet underneath.

He slipped under the covers and you attached yourself to his side instantaneously. He wrapped his arms securely around your back and nuzzled his face into your soft hair. He sucked in your sweet, earthy scent and let out a heavy, relieving sigh. You followed suit.

"Goodnight my dear," he placed a kiss on your head.

"Goodnight," you mumbled. He began to hum a familiar tune and felt your conscious fighting to stay awake to enjoy the feeling of his chest vibrating against your touch.

I love you.

I love you too.

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Author's Note:

It's been a long time coming...

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You stare at the white ceiling. The light blanket draped over your body feels like a suffocating weight that’s pressing down on you. Yet, you lack the strength or mental energy to peel it away. As you lie there, it’s hard to believe that you’re back in this house, back in this room - your room.

When you first woke up, you had thought you would spend the rest of the day crying. But now, the reality of your return, the fact that you didn’t escape, that you’re back where you started, seems oddly natural. It’s as if you had always been caught in this relentless cycle and the brief moments of freedom were just cruel illusions. Of course, you didn’t escape Simon’s grasp. How could you? And for what reason did you even dare to dream of running, when your fate had already been sealed?

A chilling realisation settles heavily on you: deep within, you always knew that you weren’t going to make it too far away. The thought of escape was nothing more than a tantalising mirage that kept you going.

You sink deeper into the mattress, and your thoughts drift to Johnny, his memory filling the empty spaces of your room. His belongings, once scattered haphazardly here, are now all gone. The lack of his familiar presence, the void where he once existed, suggests that he’s probably been banished as well. Simon knows he can trust his friend. Yet he likely doesn’t want Johnny around you anymore. His presence is too dangerous for you. It sparks rebellious thoughts, ignites dangerous ideas that should have just remained as silly fantasies in your silly little head.

Simon occasionally comes into the room. Each time he appears, he brings you a meal: breakfast, lunch, and dinner. He always places the neatly arranged tray on the nightstand. However, your appetite fails you every time and you never reach for the food. The meals, untouched, grow cold and then Simon, without saying anything, takes it all away.

You had thought that Simon would grow furious with your refusal to eat. Despite his seemingly calm demeanor, you braced yourself for the moment he would finally snap and unleash his pent-up frustration the moment you dared to meet his gaze. You imagined him yelling, maybe even resorting to physical violence, then dragging you to the basement to be shackled and left alone on the lumpy mattress. However, contrary to your expectations, his interactions with you are limited to occasional curt commands. He orders you to eat, to go shower, to change clothes. Sometimes you comply, sometimes not.

Day after day passes, each blending seamlessly into the next. From the confines of your bed, curled up into a tight ball and clutching your pillow, you watch the sunrises paint the sky with hues of pink and orange. A haze of sleep consumes you, pulling you into its depths and then pushing you back to reality, though every time you wake, you still feel an overwhelming sense of fatigue that never seems to lift.

Time becomes a blur, its passage marked only by the changing light outside your window. You can’t tell if only a few days, a long grueling week, or perhaps a full month has passed since Johnny found you in the forest. But the truth is, you don’t really care. What’s the point? What’s the point of caring, of trying, of devising potential escape plans when you feel the hopelessness seeping into your every pore?

There are moments when you catch yourself questioning your own sanity. What if you really do have a delusional disorder? What if you fabricated all those terrifying scenarios about Simon kidnapping you and forcing you to stay with him? Everything seemed to point in that direction. After all, when you mustered the courage to make an escape attempt, his reaction, when you were brought back home, was far from the explosive rage that you had predicted.

Instead of a storm, there was a surprising calmness, an almost passive acceptance that rocked your preconceived notions. His demeanor was mild, oddly gentle, and this discrepancy led you to question the authenticity of your own perceptions. It was as if a mirror was held up to the distortions of your own mind, casting doubts about the reality you thought you knew.

Simon himself was constantly proving to be nothing more than a caring and soothing presence. His actions were always considerate, his words tender and comforting. This gentle behavior conflicted with the image of the captor you had created in your mind, leading to further self-doubt. You found yourself wrestling with your own thoughts, trying to convince yourself that perhaps, just perhaps, you were indeed fabricating all of these disturbing scenarios.

* * *

Simon has reached his breaking point. The relentless sulking, the constant gloom, the oppressive atmosphere that hangs in your bedroom like a shroud - it’s unbearable. Each day is a mirror image of the one before: he’d make his way into your room, anticipation gnawing at him, only to find you in the exact same position in which he had left you, sprawled out on the bed in an almost lifeless manner, neglecting food and water, your gaze fixated on the wall, staring blankly as though you were lost in a world far beyond anyone’s reach.

So, on one evening, Simon decides to take matters into his own hands. He isn’t going to stand by and watch any longer. He is going to do something, anything, to bring back the light that once twinkled in your eyes.

Simon enters your room, cradling a bottle of what appears to be an extremely expensive bourbon, its golden liquid glinting under the soft evening light. His brows are furrowed in determination, a silent testament to his resolve.

He carefully places the bottle on the nightstand, accompanied by two gleaming glasses. “We are going to drink,” he declares, but you don’t say anything. You raise your chin up and just stare at him. Your gaze empty.

He studies you, his eyes shimmering with a complex cocktail of concern and firm resolution, before he reaches out for your hand. With a gentle yet firm tug, he pulls you out of the bed, making you stand. As you do, your gaze falls upon your own reflection in the mirror that hangs on the wall. You stumble, taken aback by your appearance.

You are still clad in the same clothes you had on when you left the house. The fabric is uncomfortably sticking to your skin, chaffing at the edges. This realization sparks a sudden urge within you to shed it all off. However, you remain frozen because you aren’t alone in the room.

Simon approaches you once more, this time presenting you with a fresh set of underwear, a fluffy white towel, and a pair of shorts along with a shirt.

“Go shower,” he instructs in a tone that brooks no argument. Although a part of you, the part that’s grown comfortable with the cocoon of sadness, wants to shake your head in refusal and retreat back to the bed, you decide that a quick shower wouldn’t do any harm. It might even serve as a much-needed break from the tumult within.

As you make your tentative way out of the room, you catch a fleeting glimpse of Simon’s silhouette against the window, managing to open it despite the lack of a handle. Once the window is cracked, inviting a breath of fresh, untainted air in, he proceeds to methodically peel off all the sheets from your bed, preparing it anew.

You spend a while standing under the scalding hot water. The warmth washes over you, blanketing you in a comforting heat that seems to momentarily suspend the world outside. The luxurious, expensive, fruity smelling gels that Simon has purchased for you are ignored, lined up against the wall of the shower. You simply don’t have the energy to slather your skin with them. However, you make a conscious effort to untangle the knots in your hair, running your fingers through the strands repetitively.

When you come back into the bedroom, Simon is sitting on the bed. Your bed is adorned with crisp, clean sheets, and on the nightstand, next to the bottle and two glasses, there’s a bowl with some steaming hot soup. The aroma wafts through the room.

“You can’t drink on an empty stomach,” he says in a tone that suggests he’s more stating a fact than offering an opinion. If you had the energy, you would no doubt argue with him, insisting that you have no intention of drinking or eating. But instead, you only manage to sit down next to him, the exhaustion preventing any form of protest.

When you make no move to reach for the bowl, Simon takes the initiative. He cradles the dish in his hands and begins to feed you. You allow him to. When a stray droplet of soup trickles down the corner of your mouth, he gently wipes your chin with his thumb, an act that is both comforting and strangely intimate.

There’s a part of you that wants to ask why he’s being so patient, so considerate with you. In fact, myriad questions are swirling in your foggy head, each one demanding an answer. But the haze clouding your mind is so thick, so dense, that formulating even a single coherent sentence feels like scaling a mountain.

Simon insists you finish the entire bowl of soup, meticulously ensuring that not a drop is left before he finally puts it away. As he proceeds to unseal the bottle that has been sitting on the nightstand, you find your eyes inadvertently drawn to his hands, noticing the rough, hardened callouses that adorn his fingers.

“Drink,” another command slips past his lips and he passes you a glass filled to the brim.

You gaze tentatively at the glass. The liquid inside shimmers under the soft glow of the room’s light. You hesitate. You don’t want to drink. However, you know that Simon, with his stubborn persistence, won’t back off or leave you alone until you do. So, with a heavy sigh, you bring the glass to your lips and take the first, small sip, instantly feeling the harsh sting of alcohol as it trickles down your throat, searing every inch it touches.

You hope that after the glass is finished, the alcohol will make you drowsy, lulling you into a deep slumber. After all, it seems that’s all you seem to do these days. Sleep.

However, when your glass finally drains, reaching its anticipated emptiness, instead of the expected heaviness or sense of dread, your eyes unexpectedly widen, and you find yourself becoming more alert. After enduring days of feeling emotionally numb, hollow inside, akin to an empty shell thoughtlessly discarded on a deserted, lonely beach, you feel an unfamiliar warmth spreading gradually throughout your body. This sensation is new, yet not unwelcome.

And then, when Simon, seemingly satisfied with your compliance and perhaps even relieved, nonchalantly turns on the TV, randomly selecting some film to fill the room with some background noise, you find yourself giggling as you watch the screen.

You don’t know why you are laughing or why you keep extending your arm towards Simon, wiggling your glass every time it empties, but you do.

Simon, with a careful vigilance, keeps an eye on you from the periphery of his vision. Matching your pace, he drinks as much as you, if not slightly more, but he is not nearly as drunk as you. Just a bit tipsy. He knows that getting drunk with you is far from the wisest decision he could make. But he quiets his mind, trying to convince himself that you won’t do anything reckless. After all, the bottle was only uncorked after he was fully convinced that you had no intentions of trying to run away again.

After Johnny brought you back, Simon was relieved. Ecstatic, actually. The thought of you, alone in the dark, lost and frightened, was a horrifying prospect that had Simon on the brink of tearing his hair out in sheer anxiety. It felt like a thousand icy needles were piercing his heart. In fact, the notion of you in danger was so excruciating, it made him want to raze the entire forest to the ground until he found you.

He had initially steeled himself, preparing to unleash a storm of admonishment, to let you taste the bitter regret of your impulsive decision to venture outside the safety of the house. After persuading Johnny to leave, under the guise that your condition had worsened, and you needed to recover in a safe environment devoid of any agitation, he stationed himself in your room, sitting by your bedside, watching over you, waiting for your eyes to flutter open so he could mete out the punishment he believed you deserved.

But when you woke up, something was amiss. Simon immediately noticed it. At first, he thought you were simply sad, but there were no tears to confirm his suspicion. No other emotions were evident on your face, either. The vacant stare you wore, the long, empty days you spent lying in bed, refusing to eat, and merely gazing aimlessly out of the window, filled him with an unsettling, gnawing fear. He longed for some kind of reaction from you, any indication that the person he knew was still there, beneath the facade of emptiness. He reasoned that perhaps you needed time to process everything, so he gave you space. Yet, even that didn’t seem to help.

During the times when his emotions would threaten to consume him, when his mind would be bursting at its seams with a relentless onslaught of thoughts, or when he felt the crushing, suffocating emptiness that seemed to envelop him, as though the bullet that had merely grazed him had instead ended his life, he would seek solace in the comforting burn of the most expensive bourbon he could find in the store. He would drink until his mind was blissfully quiet, until he lost consciousness, in the hopes that the morning would bring relief, and the horrors of the previous day would feel like a distant, unpleasant dream from which he had finally awoken.

“Hello? Earth to Simon,” you call out, playfully nudging his shoulder with the tip of your index finger. A lazy smile plays on the corners of your lips. “Are you falling asleep on me—yes, yes, you are!” you exclaim, your laughter bubbling up from deep within your chest. The sound of your giggles fills the room. You sink deeper into the bed and finish the last of your liquor. “You are such a lightweight,” you tease, your voice slightly slurred from the alcohol. Unexpectedly, a hiccup slips past your lips, causing your giggles to escalate into full-blown laughter.

Simon raises his eyebrows. His eyes twinkle with mild amusement and a hint of disbelief. His gaze is fixed on you. It takes him a moment to register your words, but then he shakes his head and smiles. Genuinely, smiles. A feeble grin spreads across his face, accompanied by the gentle crinkling of his eyes at the corners. 

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BACK TO DECEMBER 04: druken words, sober thoughts !

scaramouche x reader smau

op note: do you guys like my comeback :D anyways venti said kys so thats a warning (he said it to child so its ok)

"Is this a good top?" you ask Ayaka, the goddess of fashion herself and she nodded. Finally. You now have clothes to wear in that party.

You should really be thinking about the release of grades tomorrow but it's time to party and see him again. Yehey! What if you two meet and talk again? Yeah right. No way. But as clothes were placed and staring at the mirror.

It was alright.

And out of the dresser you stepped out and finally found yourself to the comfort of books and refreshing air conditioning. The reading club truly is well funded.

"You look so good on your outfit bae!" Yoimiya smiled at me.

"They're gonna have scaramouche on the bed right this second." Kaveh even sneered at me.

Rule 24 of the reading club: Always compliment your fellow member in a new outfit (especially if it was made to impress their crushes) BECAUSE WE ALL SLAY. -rule made by kaveh

And as compliments flooded in everytime the members one by one showed their fits. You were all about to dominate floptaglia's party....

....or so you thought

It was no surprise that Childe was rich. The surprise came that even with all this much space the rooms were filled with people. Who will clean this mess? And as your friend scurry on to their places.

Kaeya making out with someone. Oh wait is that Albedo?

Kaveh and Alhaitham bickering with each other. They will probably end with making out. And as all comes down you realized that you were alone. And so the corner of the room, in that tiny empty space you just stand. Feeling left out.

A wine in hand you just sat there watching people. It wasn't that you're anti-social but where will you fit in any of their conversations? You'll just bother them.

"So it is possible to be lonely in a crowded room?" He stared at you and sat in the couch, his voice sound slurry, maybe he had too much.

You didn't bother to greet the voice, instead looking at Xiao blushing while talking to Aether. "It is very much possible. But I'm talking to you right now so I'm a little less alone."

His sound seemed a little hushed, that you can't hear and as an act of curiosity you moved from your place and stared him at the—YOU WERE TALKING TO HIM?! Scaramouche's looked puffy and pouty right now, his once pale skin now slightly red.

And every single plan to meet him flew out the window. He needs rest. And as you carry him, (he was heavy for his size) you finally arrived at the nearest guestroom you tried everything for him to rest. Getting him to bed, giving him a blanket and even tucking him in and making sure he has enough pillows.

He still was awake..

What does the great and mighty Scaramouche need to sleep? You do have something, but you feel like only Kunikuzushi would appreciate it. Perhaps the past is simply non existent to him anymore but still you started to sing a lullaby that his mother always sang to him when he was younger. And little by little he finally went to sleep.

As you grabbed the door handle to exit the guest room he quietly muttered:

"If all of this never happened would we still be what we used to before?"

"....."

"It's for the better."

BACK TO DECEMBER

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SUMMARY: you were childhood bestfriends with scaramouche, and with many unanswered confessions and one sided goodbyes, you both meet again, but now he wears a cold glance even turning agressive when his eyes wander yours, and it all came down the day he became the top of your class, beating you and rejoicing in success. his smile was because of your pain. maybe you could turn back time where promises actually never broke, and love was a beautiful thing.

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Sunwoo snuggled into your waist as you slumped against the couch getting swallowed by the cushions and pillows of the sofa. The blanket over the top of both of you, He was as warm as ever like your little portable heater for when you were cold, always snuggling into you. Purple drowning over both of you drowning your entire living room in the purple glaze from the LED behind your TV. Glass table in front of you filled with snacks and half eaten McDonald’s.

As the atmosphere in the room got more intense, the moaning from the TV as he threw her on the bed towering over her small figure. Sunwoo’s breathe was getting heavier as time progresses, heavier every minute. His hands starting to sweat, eyes darting over to look at you every couple of seconds just wanting you there and then. The scene having the same effect on you, picturing him being you over that table in the middle of the living room making you scream out of pleasure as he fucks you from behind.

Tension so thick you could cut it with a knife, his cock straining against his sweat pants at this point. So hard that he could barely move, head clouded over with list. Feeling the throbbing between your legs and the heat arising from your checks at the thought of those strong hands gripping at your waist, him telling you how good you are for him. Tired from fighting the tension you got up from the couch beside him and took your place in his lap.

His thighs hard from all the time he spends at the gym, shirt straining against his pecks and biceps. You lick your lips in anticipation. He looks like he has been built by all the Greek God’s he’s too good to be true. His bulge throbbing against your thigh begging to be touched. “You going to be a good girl for me, please me baby girl” He whispered into your ear as he started to kiss your neck, making his way to your sweet spot. “Anything for you, daddy I’m your princess “ you replied back to him, giving him the biggest puppy dog eyes ever. Grabbing the side of his face to bring him back up to eye level.

Looking him in the eyes before you before you bring him in for a kiss. Starting off slow and gentle, his plump lips brushing against yours, nice and gentle for his princess. But as time went on it got more intense, thrilling even. Waiting on his next move, wanting to know what he would do next. Feeling his hot breath fan over your face as he looks deep into your eyes after pulling away for oxygen not long until he latches back on. The kisses getting sloppier, groans erupting from his throat and the sound going straight to your core. His hands made his way slowly up your back to find your bra clasp.

The warmth of his hands on the coldest of your back left goose bumps in his trail. His large hands get the clasp in the one go, as the bra straps where draping down your shoulders he left kisses in their place. Your nipples hardened at the temperature change soon as your grace was off. “My beautiful girl” he’s says laying back, taking the whole picture of your body in. You blushed at his comment and shivered as he caressed his hands over your thighs, his hands getting closer to taking your pussy. He lay you on the sofa and knelt down in front of you hands never leaving your body.

He pulls your underwear down, leaving kisses in its place. The cold air making you shiver, the gentle stimulation on your clit. Kissing up your thighs teasing you, you place your hands in his hair begging him. “I need to take my time with my princess “he said with a smirk, he knew the damage he was doing on you and man was he loving it. But when he did eat you out it was like entering heaven. Those plump lips wrapped around your clit and that rappers tounge getting put to use., making you squirm under him. Your breath getting heavier as your orgasm was building, Sunwoo not wanting to pull away. Tugging on his hair the right way to get a groan out of him. You felt the bed move and then that’s when you saw him humping the bed. His hard on still straining against his underwear, you were begging for his cock at this point.

He pulled away from your pussy, His eyes blown out and his mouth covered in your juices from his nose to his chin breath heavy, still pussy drunk. He moved from his spot on the bed to come up and kiss you pulling you into him, tasting yourself on his lips. Slowly reaching your hand down his body ice cold hands ghosting over his abs to get to the band of his underwear.

Him shivering at your touch, eyes blown from lust always wanting more. Undoing the knot in the strings bringing the sweats down over his hips and down his legs, the coldness of you hands making him jump. The look into each other’s eyes as you rub his buldge gently just enough for him to feel the contact. He takes you hand taking control having enough of your teasing. Lifting his hips for his underwear to come off, kicking them off his body ready for you.

His figure leaning over your body, all you can feel is his breathe down your neck and his cock at your entrance. His cock collecting the wetness and teasing your clit making your breathe hitch in your throat, he takes that to his advantage and slides in. The breath in your throat turning into a moan from the stretch he was giving you. Only thing you had to grip onto was his biceps, holding onto them with all the strength you had left in your body

“Am I making you feel that good princess” he was smirking to himself. Your answer came out broken from the force of his thrusts and your orgasm approaching. “You always make me feel good” you breathlessly answered back just wanting your orgasm, he didn’t stop hitting that spot inside of you. Not long later you felt your whole body go numb that tingle feeling from your hips down. Opening your eyes to see the smile on Sunwoo’s face. “that’s a good girl” he said as he kisses your forehead

[an-angel-in-the-garden]

hi hi lillyyyyyyyyyyyy~ so hear me out a nice picnic with xiao, kaveh, ayato and ayaka~

Ahhh yes! It's such a cute idea. I want to spoil all of them so much. Please enjoy nothing but fluff~ More notes at the bottom!

Xiao

It's honestly going to take a lot to convince him that going on a picnic is okay

Lots of soft little moments and gentle coaxing to show him that taking a break is perfecting fine, there's nothing wrong with it

He appreciates what you're doing and will agree in the end so long as he picks the place

A lovely mountain view is where you're gonna get because he loves showing you the secret but gorgeous views Liyue has to offer

You bring a nice basket of food and drinks, he brings the blanket and view

It's the calmest and most at peace he's felt while outside and it fills him with warmth that becomes more then welcomed with you around

There will have to be almond tofu there but also something a little more hearty to help stave off the cold from being so high up

Though he always keeps an eye out for danger Xiao plans to spend the day beside you, soaking up the sun light and enjoying your sweet affection

It's gentle and soft love all day and though it might have taken some time to get him to agree he's glad you both did this

" Maybe we could plan this again sometime. I don't mind taking a break with you."

Kaveh

The easiest to convince, he just loves getting to spend time you and he'll do anything to do it

Kaveh adores any time spent with you be it at work or just a nice day out it's always a joy with you

Though he seems like the type to be over the top with his love I think it's the total opposite

Yes he wants everyone to know you're together but his love is or you and only you so others don't need to see or hear it, though his drunk ramblings have ratted you out many times

Still a picnic is right up his alley, its cute but simple and lets you both just relax away from the city

He'll want to help you prepare it but understand if you want to be a full surprise

If he can help then Kaveh will want to join you in make the meals, you can make one thing and he'll make the other

Of course he'll bring one bottle of good wine and some fresh fruit juice

The day is long awaited by him and nothing will stop him from making the most of it, he's over the moon for this little outing

Nothing but good feelings and joy, lots of love and comfort to be a sweet cherry on top

" Oh my love! Inspiration always comes so easily when I'm with you, my dearest light thank you for inviting me to this~"

Ayato

The second hardest to convince but not for any bad reason it's just that he's so busy it's hard to put work down

With everything being so hectic in Inazuma and how much work he's always given indulging in romance is hardly easy but he does try

Honestly he wants to say yes right away when you mention wanting to go on a picnic but he knows it's not so simple

You'll have to get Thoma and maybe even Ayaka involved to help make sure he has the time and since you're going that far just make it a nice surprise

Finding a beautiful and secluded spot is really easy in Inazuma but it still takes some time to prepare everything

From food to drink and of course the soft blanket and even a pillow or two

While Ayaka distracts him you'll have to rush around to set everything up but after that its smooth sailing

This man swoons at seeing everything you set up for him and be prepared for the most clinging version of Ayato you'll see

All the kisses and cuddles you could ever want, he's gonna feed you and let you have his milk tea and just everything you want

It's the most wonderful thing in his eyes, getting to take a break and just enjoy a day with the one he loves is nothing but bliss

" You're everything I could ask for and more, I promise to give back just as much next time."

Ayaka

She would love a picnic but once more she's a little busy bee sometimes, still much easier to work with then her brother

Honestly if you just get everything prepared and then ask her to come along she has the brightest smile while asking for a break from work

She dress in a pretty spring outfit and will want to walk around with you first if possible

It's just a full on day out now and she loves getting to be with you

The picnic is just as sweet of course, Ayaka will help you set up everything and then just relax

Sipping on fresh juice, feeling the breeze and watching the sakura blossoms fall

It feels so perfect and she'll take this chance to nap peacefully with you while soaking up the sun

Ayaka just feels so loved right now, sure she always feels loved thanks to you but when you do things like this its just feels all the stronger

" You never cease to amaze me! Thank you for planning all of this for us. We still have some time so let us enjoy the sunset for a little longer."

So I really wanted to get this out right away but as you can see I did not. Still I had fun and truly I love Kaveh so much. I've already maxed him out and gotten him nice things, he's in the teapot and everything. Just the bestest boy with Ayato and Xiao. Ayaka is also very cute tho and I like writing for her, she's just so sweet. Hope you enjoyed it! Have a great night or day~ Lilly

[necros-writing-stuff]

Coming from discord!! Would you write something all fluffy cute w Eden for my bday?🥺 Have a v nice day Necro ILY 🌺

You mentioned breeding, soooo, Eden being nice and soft with pregnant PC before going down on her? And then some soft sex? Yeah, let's indulge in something sweet.

Happy birthday btw!

You sigh as you lay down, the weight of your body sinking into the furs of the bed. The fire rages on, keeping you cosy inside the small cabin as rain poors outside. You can smell both, your nose sensitive in your pregnant state. You can also smell yours and your husband's scents, cocooning you in a blanket of warmth.

Eden pokes the logs a few times before turning to you. His old worn boots carry him across the creaky old floor to your side, his large hand gently stroking your belly as he leans in for a kiss. You're at the point where your pants aren't fitting anymore, Eden's shirts keeping you covered. He doesn't seem to mind sharing - if anything he's been even more touchy.

"How's your back?" He grunts out as he pulls off a boot, the other soon following. His clothes are next.

Eden wasn't always this good with checking up on you. It's been a learning curve, one he's struggled with. But he's smarter than he thinks he is, and he has most of the script memorised by now.

"Better, now that I'm lying down. Still, could you pass that pillow, please?"

You reach your hand out, making a grabbing motion as the hunter turns and leans to get you your pillow from the bottom of the bed. It's plush, long and perfect for helping your comfort.

Eden climbs over you, careful with his limbs so that he doesn't knock against your tummy. He hates sleeping on the wall side, but you need to be able to rush to the toilet easier these days.

He grunts and makes a few other sounds as he gets comfortable himself, a smile breaking out on your face as you hear them.

"What?" He raises a brow, shifting onto his side.

"You're already making dad noises," you giggle, your nose scrunching.

Eden raises a brow, his mouth forming an O. "Well that's a good thing, because I'm about to be in a few months. I'm prepared."

His hand returns to your stomach, fingers deftly working to undo the buttons and expose your skin. There's a dark line in the skin from your belly button down to your pubic area that gets more prominent as your belly extends. Like a little tiger stripe or something. Eden loves tracing it, up and down, up and down with his finger.

"Any kicking yet?"

"One tiny one yesterday, but it didn't show."

He knows you'd call him over to feel if the little one did noticeably kick.

Silence takes over the cabin. A comfortable one, accompanied once more by the crackling fire and pattering of the rain. Eden's breath fans over your shoulder as he continues to circle his finger over your skin.

You shiver, not from the cold or because it tickles, but because it sets off a familiar longing at your core. As Eden's fingers trace lower, you know he knows too.

"Still need help relaxing?" Eden's voice sounds deeper, muffled by your shoulder as he kisses the skin there.

Letting your eyes flutter shut, you nod, swallowing hard as a low heat spreads through your abdomen. It's all he needs before he's shuffling between your thighs, gently placing your legs over his shoulders.

His lips follow the same pattern as his fingers, kissing around your belly button before following that line down.

Eden can be a very patient man. He'll hunt for days if he needs to. He'll work all day for the tiniest pay off, should it make life easier. He'll sit content as you do the same.

Eden is not patient when it comes to tasting, touching, or taking care of you.

He laps at your clit, tongue stroking the little bud as you run a hand over your forehead. Said hand soon finds its way to Eden's head, fingers threading through the locks of his hair. It's been getting longer, due a cut, but he keeps putting it off. Probably because you keep tugging on it like this.

Fluids mix, yours and the drool from Eden's wanton mouth. That wondrous tongue continues to play with you, circling your clit before he draws it into his mouth and sucks. He's so warm, so gentle but intense at the same time.

It doesn't seem like he's getting enough though, not until he is able to use his thumb to pull back on the hood of your clit. Then he's right back to it, suckling away as you play hairstylist for him.

"Think you can take me, love?" Eden sighs, still refusing to pull away from your sopping wet cunt.

"Please," you whine, pulling him up by his hair until he's crawling up your body with a chuckle.

"Alright, alright. I'm coming."

Your husband pays attention to where he puts himself, sitting up and keeping your legs leant against his shoulders. You can't see his cock over your bump, but you can picture what it looks like right now. The tip leaking, how it twitches and begs for your attention.

The fire reflects in his eyes as he slowly sinks in, but not all of the way. Not anymore, as much as he may love to. He gets so scared to hurt the baby.

"I can't wait to have you fuck me properly again." Your voice is strained: it is full of longing.

"I will, but not for now."

Your eyes hold his as he begins, rocking his hips back and forth, stroking your insides as gently as he stroked your clit with his tongue. The backdrop fades, no more flames in the hearth, no more rain bouncing off of the windows. Just you and him, joined together in your own small piece of the world.

Grabbing at him again, you slip your legs free from Eden's shoulders. He needs to be closer, to cover you fully. There is no protest from the hunter as he hunches over to kiss you, and your taste on his lips doesn't inspire protests in you, either.

Still his hips rock, drawing his length in and out as far as he dares go. Even if you're able to push on his back with your now free feet, he only mumbles out for you to behave. Another smile adorns your lips. He's still your Eden, still in charge even if he's learned some self control. And learned to be much more thorough.

Evidence of Eden's thoroughness grows in you right now, with more to come if he has any say in the matter. A gaggle of Edenspawns, wrecking havoc around the clearing. Maybe while you sew them clothes, and he carves them toys.

You leave your own evidence, nails scratching down his biceps before reaching around to his back. The muscles flex, each thrust making them ripple beneath his sun-kissed skin.

It's hard to keep kissing now, both of you breaking away to seek the air you need. The air is hot and cloying, but far from a deterrent.

Orgasms are different depending on the day. But you can tell which type you'll have as it builds, by how your muscles tingle or clench. By how that tingle can spread up your spine and make your legs quiver.

This one is sweet, long and drawn out. Not full-bodied but satisfying and tiring. Your toes curl, Eden still going as his face scrunches up in that adorable way.

He lets out a groan, his spine straightening as he fills you up. Sweat gleams on his forehead, almost making him glow.

The world takes its while to seep back into your notice, like it doesn't want to intrude on this private moment. You dare to think that nothing could possibly ruin it.

Even though you have your pillow, Eden insists on wrapping himself around you as he returns to his side of the bed. He provides, and he comforts. He brings a peace you couldn't find elsewhere.

Sleep comes easily. The darkness wraps its arms around you, welcoming you into its domain for the night. When you wake into the day, Eden's arms will still be guarding you.

[fushiguroll]

"WHY ARE YOU STILL UP?”

⇢ oikawa toru, sugawara koshi, miya atsumu, kageyama tobio

synopsis: the one in which he reacts to you sleeping late 

ʚɞ OIKAWA Toru | the light peeking from the living room landed perfectly on oikawa toru’s sleeping face. “y/n,” he mumbles with the slightest of groans, “the light, the light, its in my eyes.” even in his sleep, oikawa can’t quite escape the dramatics. “y/n?” at your lack of reply, the sleepy brunette finally opens his eyes to find the empty space where your body should’ve been. he sighs and crawls out of bed, arms crossed, leaning against the frame of the bedroom door, watching you bite your lips in anticipation at the screen in front. “princess.” the sudden intrusion of his exasperated voice had you jumping slightly. “toru! why are you standing there at 2 am?” oikawa walks in front of the TV, hands placed on his hips like an angry mother. “me?! what about you?! what are you doing up at 2 am? I woke up because of you!” you look at him with confusion, “why? the volume is turned down so low...” oikawa shakes his head angrily. he’s always been so stingy about getting at least eight hours of uninterrupted beauty sleep. “the lights, y/n! now, can you please get your butt to bed?” “but, I got one more epi-” “no.” he strolls over and in one swift motion, turns off the tv. “I need my beauty sleep,” he glances towards you,  “and evidently, you need some too.” “hey! that’s mean!” he ignores your pouts, walking back into the bedroom leaving behind a thinly veiled threat, “you better hurry, or no cuddles and I mean it.” “fine, I'm coming.”

ʚɞ SUGAWARA Koshi | suga is a classified class A clinger when he sleeps. and after two years of marriage, he’s grown accustomed to cuddling you, holding you close long after he’s fallen asleep. so when you replace yourself with a body pillow, suga immediately wakes up. “where are you going?” he asks. “I’m just gonna go check my emails real quick, see if there’s any emergency from work. I'll be right back, babe.” “okay,” he murmurs before closing his eyes. an hour later, suga wakes up again to an empty bed and glances at the clock flashing 3:14 am. “y/n?” “I'll be right in.” he rolls out of bed, not believing your words. you said you’ll be right back an hour ago. he might just be a little dramatic, but he’d rather not sleep than to spend another hour without you. he plops down right next to you, arms circling your waist as he rests his chin on your shoulder. “ko, I said I'll be right in.” “okay,” he murmurs sleepily. “go in first.” “no, if you’re gonna stay up late, then I'm gonna stay up with you.” you smile as suga tightens his grip on you, head feeling heavier as he drifts back to sleep, still tightly clinging to you. The two of you eventually fall asleep on the couch and when the morning sunlight pour through the blinds a few hours later, your husband stayed in the same position, cuddling you like usual. 

ʚɞ MIYA Atsumu | he is oddly very warm tonight. in fact, a little too warm before he realizes the blanket is draped across his body. what a rare circumstance to be in. where were you, his little blanket hogger? it’s not every night atsumu can stay warm, having grown accustomed to fighting you for the blanket at least twice every night. The faux blonde goes out looking for you, only to find you scrolling through your phone, laughing silently to yourself.“ya gotta stop watching TikTok til the wee hours of the morning.” he rolls his eyes when you dramatically clutch the phone to your chest, “tsumu, you scared me!” he walks over to you, asking you to scoot over with his butt. “get your big butt outta my face,” you complain as he forces you to move closer to the armrest. “let me rephrase, ya gotta stop watching TikTok til the wee hours of the morning without me.” you laugh as he grabs your phone from you. “what’s got you laughing like that earlier?” atsumu smiles when you excitedly point to the dog on screen. truth be told, miya atsumu loves his sleep, but he's come to learn, love sometimes comes in the form of TikTok at 4 am on a Monday morning.

ʚɞ KAGEYAMA Tobio | kageyama is a deep sleeper, once he’s asleep, he’s out like a light. The only exception to stir him from his deep slumber is his alarm clock or the need to use the restroom. tonight, it was the latter. Kageyama wakes up annoyed, having to go use the toilet when he made sure to go before he went to bed. guess he drank too much water earlier. as quietly as possible, Kageyama tries to get out of the bed only to find you missing from his side.“y/n?” he walks out into the living room, letting out a little yelp when he sees you sitting in the dark. “tobio? what are you doing up?” “me? I need to use the bathroom. what about you? why are you just sitting there in the dark?” “I'm not, I'm watching anime.” you point to the bright screen of your laptop, “see?” your husband shields his eyes from the sudden brightness, “okay, okay, turn it off, you’re blinding me.” “you’re so dramatic.” he glares at you before heading to the restroom, “you better be in bed when I come out.” “fine, I was gonna go sleep anyways.” “sure, you were.” A few minutes later, he joins you in bed, an arm automatically finding its way around your waist. “don't stay up so late,” he murmurs against your hair. “no promises, but I’ve always known you cared about me.” “why’d you think I married you?” “my charms?” “please go to sleep.”

reblogs are wildly appreciated <3

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[3nergy-spirit]

since naughty anon is thirsty for their major skele-crush,, i'm going to give you a bit more of work and ask for a whole smut oneshot with swap, if you can and you want of course!

GRR I LOVE YOUR WRITING, SMOOCHS FOR U MWAH MWAH

naughty anon out ✧(｡•̀ᴗ-)✧

AWWW TY ^^ ok babes, this is also, my only request, come on guys gimme more!!!

reader has feminine genitals but still remains as gender neutral pronouns.

DNI IF UNCOMFY !!!

Swap Sans X Reader Smut OneShot

you laid down sideways on the couch, watching some MTT. in the underground, there wasn't much, just the things monster-made to support them in this underground hell-hole, your boyfriend, Sans was a very...optimistic one. he wishes to be in the royal guard, training hard and never quite being lazy.

your lives have been ok in the underground, papyrus doing his daily routines, hanging out at muffet's and more, and smoking that damn cigar that filled your lungs and nostrils scent with distaste. you laid there, huddled in blankets, no lights on just the colors of the TV spraying out into your eyes vision.

Sans was out, training with alphy's as always. god you always loved that smile, the way he acts is so, attracting. you always though about him when he wasn't home, slouched in pillows and blankets on the couch, a simple plastic water bottle being left on the floor next to you to drink.

many hours had past, and your boyfriend had come home, "Y/N IM HOME!" he greeted through the door before closing and locking it, he walked inside humming his little theme before stopping infront of the couch with his hands on his hips "Y/N? ARE YOU THERE?" he asked in a curious matter, opening the folds of the blankets before he saw you all curled up like a cat inside like it was your own personal yarn ball.

sans laughed before joining you inside this little cocoon, covering you two with the blankets for only your heads to be out, he laughed before kissing your forehead, laying on your chest looking at you with loving but also smug eyes.

you opened your eyes to see sans staring right at you, you didn't really wanna move but you actually couldn't considering sans was on you like a big dog. you gotta admit he is heavy with that extra ecto-stomach, its like trying to pick up a heavy dumbell.

"WELL, HELLO MY PRECIOUS" sans said with a hand on his cheek, a grin spread wide around his skull, "mm..." you couldn't speak, you were too tired. sans nuzzled into your neck, giving it tiny pecks and kisses, before running his blue ecto-tongue down your collarbone.

you gripped onto him, holding him in place while still waking up, sans began making a few light moaning sounds, he began to hump you like a dog in heat. you grabbed onto sans lightly tugging on him before he got up from giving you attention on your neck.

he began to take off his clothes, teasingly almost slowly taking it off while you waited with a blush hue forming on your face.

after he took off his clothes, he was only left with his boxers on, he began to take off yours, first starting with your *what your wearing as a clothing on top* and then took off your *what you wear as bottoms* he gently stroked your breasts, his boney phalanges feeling cold considering hes just a skeleton. you couldn't say it hurt from him squeezing from the bottom but it was replaced with gentle massages.

after a while, he took his hands off your breast and gently stroked your cunt, rubbing his thumb up and down, feeling for your little button that made your legs twitch, you could tell you were wet considering blues hand looked soaked from your folds, he gently moved his thumb further down, moving the folds around your clit to expose the little slit where your entrance was.

after he had found it, he retracted his hand back before licking your juices of his thumb, he took off his boxers exposing his member and tip to be springing upwards, in a baby blue hue mixed in with some navy blue, the thorns piercing out looking like tiny shards of glass that could cut through your folds in a silent way.

he took one hand and placed it on his member, gently stoking it while pre-cum spilled out, gently dripping down onto your folds with a glow. he placed it near your entrance before gently pushing it in to not harm you with the thorns around his member.

after he had finished pushing his length inside you slowly, you could feel your walls extend, grappling onto sanses member, the thorns pushing inwards into your clitoral folds secretly. the navy and baby blue glow emitting out of your stomach, showing he was inside.

sans took a deep breath from your clitoral folds holding onto him tightly, but with your liquids dripping down to help him slip in and out. he growling lightly, the feeling of sans inside you felt...big.

he began to thrust in and out of you, soft sounds of your skin slapping against his pelvis emitted from inside the blankets, you two huddled inside with your heads now covered and stuck in the cocoon.you moaned while sans groaned with you, growls coming out of him like an animal.

he picked up his pace, picking up your legs stradding them around his hipbones. little whines emitted out of you, you clinged onto sans out of overstimulation your body feeling like it was melting out of excitement.

sans kissed you passionately, allowing his tongue to slip through your soft lips and dance with your tongue while still pounding into your cunt. you loudly moaned, orgasm reaching you as your stomach began to emit a belly bulge from sanses rapid speeds and pressing onto your clitoral folds.

"Hnngghhhh....sweet CheEEKS!" he cried out, his eyelights turning into hearts as he was reaching orgasm, his pounding getting sloppier and the wet sounds of your skin slapping against him began to sound more wet and slow down.

he twitched inside of you before orgasming inside you with a loud huff and groan. you orgasmed afterwards laying on his chest panting heavily. the thorns grew inside you after he orgasmed with a tiny prick you felt, so you two were knotted together.

he panted heavily with a groany smile, his face filled with blue sweat. he cooed at you before nuzzling into your neck, letting go of them and holding onto your back kissing around your cheeks to your neck and collarbone leaving hickeys around you.

you were gonna be stuck together for a while.

this is too easy >:P if i had more requests maybe it would not be too easy >:3

[stayatiny]

Red Hands ~Chapter 2

Idol!Jimin X fem!reader

Series warning(s) – murder, blood, violence, obsessive!jimin, eventual smut, More warnings will be added as the story continues

Chapter warning(s) – Killer!Jimin, blood, straight up murder, cunnilingus, swearing, Please let me know If I missed anything.

Tagged Lovelies- @vitrealisbunny @strxwbloody

I woke up snuggled into blankets and pillows. I turn my body to feel someone stir next to me. I smell Jimin's cologne and natural musk pulling me even closer to him. Blurry images from us kissing came back.

“What time is it?” Jimin kissed my head before turning to grab his phone.

“Its 8:40 in the morning,” he says turning back to me. I jumped up from his arms. I hummed and snuggled back into him. So glad I’m off today. Jimin wrapped his arms around me, holding on tight. I feel his lips press to the top of my head.

“Do you want breakfast, Y/N?” I stayed where I was not moving.

“Yes, but I don’t want to get up yet. I’m comfortable.” I feel him laugh then placing his hand on my face. His thumb caresses my cheek moving down to my lips. I blush while he kisses me. Damn his lips are so soft. He pulls back from me and pulls me closer into him. My head right under his chin. I was ready to doze off again until I hear the doorbell. Jimin sighed and got up. I hear his feet softly padding across the floor. I hear him speaking to someone, I couldn’t quite tell who it was. I finally got out of the bed and headed to the bathroom to use the toilet. I look at myself in the mirror before finding my spare toothbrush in the draw and my hairbrush. I brushed my teeth then my hair. Once done I see Jimin waiting by the bathroom door. He looked kind of annoyed or irritated.

“What’s wrong?” He huffed a little, trying not to get angry with me.

“I’m sorry but I have some meetings that I have to do today. I didn’t know until out manager came here to tell me about them.” I frowned a little bit, but I knew that he is an idol, duty calls.

“It’s alright, Jimin. We can always hang out later,” I say, hugging him. He hugs me back I could still tell that he was upset.

“I know but I wanted to use today for us. How about after my meetings we go on a date?” I smiled, then giving a peck to his cheek.

“That sounds good to me. I’ll see you later then.” I grab my bag.

“Do you need me to walk with you?” I shook my head. In the daylight I wasn’t as scared, and it wasn’t that far from here. I headed to the door and slipped on my shoes, jacket, and mask. I needed coffee before heading to my apartment.

~~~~~~~~~<3~~~~~~~~~~~

I watch her leave with a smile, excited for our date tonight. I took a deep breath and took the time to put up her spare toiletries. I showered and got ready putting on slacks and a burgundy button up. I went to the door slipping on my dress shoes. I didn’t want to go to this meeting. I NEEDED to be with her.

“Hey Jimin!” I hear walking into the HYBE building. I see our manager heading right to me. He fills me in on what the meeting is about, I only half listen.

“This shouldn’t be long just long enough for you to meet with Taeyang and to set a date for the music video shoot.”

I made it back to my apartment. I chunk my purse onto the counter. I let out a sigh. I can’t believe that I already missed him. I head to the shower to get ready for our date. I didn’t know what to expect for our date nor did I know what he wanted to do.

-Hey sweetie, I’m done with my meeting. I’m heading over to your place to get you.

I smile reading the text while drying my hair and fixing it. I decided to put on a simple strapped black dress. I put on my slippers while waiting for Jimin to arrive. I grab a matching black denim jacket to go over my shoulders. I can guarantee we aren’t going anywhere fancy. We’ve never been that way. When we went to school together, we would go to the same café every weekend until he decided to move to Seoul. When I moved here, we restarted our tradition. I was in touching up my hair and mascara. I run to let Jimin in. He immediately grabs me picking me up by the waist. I kiss him as he sets me back down.

“You look so pretty.” I blush to a new shade of red and I didn’t think that was even possible.

“Thank you. You look nice too.” Jimin’s still holding my body tight to me.

“So, where are we going to go?” He smiles before grabbing my hand and pulling me to the door.

“We are going to the first restaurant that we went to together after you moved here.” My heart leaps. Besides going to cafes, we went out to eat a lot and we would drink a lot too.

“Jimin, that place is kind of expensive are you sure that’s where you want to go?” He hands me my purse while I put on my shoes.

“Well, I thought it would be nice. It was when I realized that I loved you.” My face turns fire red again, even through my make up. My ears also gave it away. He laughed at my expression.

“So, let’s go before it gets too late. It’s the weekend so it gets busy.” I nodded and grabbed his hand locking the door to my apartment.

We got another bottle of soju, our second one for the night. I was a lightweight compared to Jimin. We started with drinking shots when our food arrives.

“Jimin, should we get another bottle.” He shook his head.

“Nah I’m good. I don’t want you to get drunk and then get sick.” I scrunched my nose at him at the last memory of us drinking with him.

“That was one time. Okay so I ended up vomiting in your shoes. I didn’t know that I was such a lightweight.” He laughed at me.

“Yeah, I’m just glad we know that now. Let me pay and then we can head out back to my house. We can watch a movie or something.” I nodded and grabbed my jacket and purse. I feel anxious while waiting for Jimin like something exciting was going to happen. He was putting his wallet back into his pocket when he walked back up to me.

“Hey are you alright?” I snapped out of my zoning out. I grab his hand as he led me out of the restaurant.

“Yeah, I’m okay I was just thinking about stuff.” He smirked before giving me the side eye.

“Like what kind of stuff?” I laughed then scoffed a little.

“Wouldn’t you like to know.” His smirk got bigger. I know I was playing with fire at this point. I knew I could get away with it.

“Oh, trust me I do,” he whispered, leaning down next to my ear. This jerk…I hummed and squeezed his hand. We reach his apartment. I took off my heels at the door putting my purse in its usual spot on the counter. The sexual tension was so thick I could cut through it with a knife. I took a deep breath right before Jimin grabbed me up and putting me on the couch. I yelped as he landed on top of me.

“You’re so pretty. I want to keep you here forever.” I smile before kissing his cheek. I can’t help but feel like a little schoolgirl again. He kisses me, harder than before. Jimin reaches under my dress feeling my thighs. I stop his hands from going further.

“Why are you stopping me?” He looks offended. My face was a dead giveaway that I was embarrassed.

“I’m just nervous is all, minnie. I’ve never had sex before.” His frown softened to a reassuring smile.

“We don’t have to do that if you don’t want to. I want you to be comfortable with me. We can take things as fast or as slow as you want them.” He hugs me tightly then kissed my cheek. Jimin holds me like I was going to disappear. I took a deep breath before pulling away from him. I lean back on the couch as he turns on a movie when he gets down on the floor.

“Jimin?” He hushed me as he grabbed my waist. I gasp as he gently bites my thigh. I whined trying to shimmy away from his mouth.

“I need to taste you.” My whimpers and whines growing louder the more he bites and kisses my thighs. He hushes me as he pulls down my thong that was now soaked. Jimin spreads my legs further apart placing on his shoulder. I practically scream as Jimin wraps his lips around my swollen clit. He rubs my legs as he sucks harder.

“Ah Jimin,” I whine. I could feel him smirk as he flicks my bud again and again. He pulls back long enough to take a deep breath and pushed my legs up to my chest. He dives back between my legs lapping up at my juices that I could swear are getting on the couch under me. My hands bury into his hair. I needed to cum. His tongue working feverishly to make me come undone.

“Jimin I’m gonna cum.” He only nods letting me know its okay. I can’t stop myself from grinding my cunt against him. Once I rode out my orgasm, he pulls away from me wiping his face on a discarded towel.

“You taste so good, sweetheart.” He helps me clean up as the post orgasm sleepiness set in. He kisses my head before carrying me to his bedroom. He hands me some clothes and letting me change. I lay down in his bed waiting for him to join me, but I fell asleep before then.

I let Y/N go to sleep first. I’m still reeling from the taste of her cum and the feeling of her hands in my hair. While she sleeps, I work on finding out if anyone is messing with my little baby. I stalk her Instagram with my secret account that I hide behind. It doesn’t take me long to find some desperate fuck trying to impress Y/N. I scoff at his attempts to meet with her. She hasn’t responded to his comments thankfully. I open his profile and use my account disguising me as a woman. I knew all this was wrong and that eventually I will be caught but until then I’ll keep her safe. I messaged the man wanting to meet up and get to know him. I finally convinced him to meet up tonight. I check the time only seeing that it’s 11 pm. Still early in the night for some fun. I gathered my backpack with all the tools that I need. First I need to go and let Y/N know that I won’t be here. I don’t need her looking for me while I’m working. I shake her gently before speaking.

“Hey sweetheart, I have to meet up with my manager really quick because of a schedule change. I’ll be back in an hour or so.” She stirred long enough to listen and then nodded before dozing back off. I kiss her head and put on my mask and beanie. I head out locking the door on my way out. Tonight’s going to be fun.

“Leave me alone you fucking freak!” I laugh running after the man. He managed to escape the warehouse but since it’s in the middle of nowhere nothing to worry about but I love the hunt. The man stumbles. My smile grows wider under my mask.

“What do you want? I have money take anything you want just let me go.” I grab the man by his arms and drag him back to the warehouse. He screams and cries for me to let him go.

“I’m going to kill you.” He cries louder. I throw him back on the dirty bloody floor. I jam my knife into his throat and chest. The warmth of my victim’s blood fueled my rage. The man was long dead when all my rage wore off. I got up and placed my knife back on the table. I took a deep breath looking at the dead man on the floor. I carved ‘She’s Mine’ into his arm like my other victims. I cleaned my knife and hands after bagging up his body. I decided to leave him on the side of the road. I just finished getting rid of his body when I hear my phone going off.

“Hey baby girl. I’m on my way back if that’s what you’re calling about. The meeting went longer than what I thought and I even met with an old friend.”

“Oh that’s nice, minnie. I woke up and I still didn’t see you. I ordered some food and I started to get worried.” I hummed slightly.

“I’m sorry. I’ll be home before you know it.” She continued small talk when I reached my building.

“I’m home!” Y/N jumps up from the couch and hugs me tightly. Thank God I changed my clothes. I kissed her before placing my back next to the door. I pick her up into my arms.

“My pretty girl. I love you so much.” She kisses me again. Never knowing the lengths, I will go for her.

[mortifiedatbeingknown]

"An Odd Little Thing" (Pt. 8)

Masterpost:

The robot lasted for a full half hour with full mobility before she had to put it on a leash. A frayed length of wiring did the trick; looped around its shoulders and then tied to the factory arm she was in the middle of repairing, the little thing just sat there and squirmed.

   She watched him, rather pleased with her solution. It wasn't that she wanted him cooped up, per say, but not having it stumbling around with damaged vision sensors ready to trip on whatever mess she had forgotten to clean up was a surefire recipe for disaster. She couldn't risk the android getting damaged further. Besides, it wasn't complaining. No trembling no crying, if anything, it looked content. Like it was happy to just sit there and just wriggle his limbs around. Like it didn't matter where it moved just as long as his limbs where able to swing back and forth. Just as long as he could move… 

She felt a curious stirring in her gut. A small ache that wouldn't go away. It was just… The robot asked for so little. A full battery. Rust-free frame. Functioning system. To be kept powered on. There was little else more that she would have been able to provide, but still, it was enough. How? How had she been the only one left willing to offer it the bare minimum? 

Her thoughts were busy as she scrubbed away the last of the paint and scribblings from the robot's outer layer. Whoever had last owned it had been a true artist: of particular note were the angel wings on the androids back, and the crudely drawn penis in its… anatomically correct position. Both, of course, doodled with permanent marker. 

Classy. 

Once the outer shell was sparkling, she wrapped the whole of it in clear plastic bags. After a pause, she took them off. 

"Don't get used to it, alright? I just need you to be clean for tomorrow." 

Without another word she scooped him up in her arms and headed upstairs to her quarters. 

**********

He hadn't even known this place existed. 

The monster had always slept in its den, snoring away along with all the metal corpses it had dragged back there with it. But just through a door and up a flight of stairs was a mattress, blankets, pillows, as soft as his masters had back home. It was a lot shabbier, yes, scraps and threads everywhere, but it was clean. And when the monster set him down square in the middle of the soft piles, he could hardly believe it. 

"Stay there." It said. "I have to… go work some more." 

But as it stomped away, he almost started to wish it didn't have to. 

*******

She glared down at her latest project, indignantly poking it with her wrench. What was wrong with her? Nighttime was when she was supposed to be most productive! 

When the heat of the day had cooled down, and the fairy lights she'd cobbled together could twinkle like fireflies, and the air was finally peaceful and quiet… 

She threw down her wrench with a final clunk. Oh, who was she kidding? Loneliness didn't help her worth ethic. Not at all. Or at least… not anymore. Ever since that parasite wandered into her workshop…

 She gave an irritated sigh. 

******

When the monster clomped back in, he couldn't even be surprised. He looked up innocently as the dark blurry form crashed on the blankets next to him, sending him bouncing. A low groan sounded. Maybe it was supposed to sound scary, but he knew better. It didn't have any tools it could use on him. Besides, playing with toys after bedtime was against the rules. He was completely safe. 

But even so, it didn't feel that way as the monster grabbed him by his head and moved him to the far side of the bed. 

"This." The sleepy voice grumbled. "Is your side." 

He felt the mattress dip and sway underneath him as the monster rolled away from him. 

"And this," It continued. "Is my side. Don't make a racket." 

Before he knew it, the monster was asleep and snoring. 

[syresdcthings]

DC Highschool AU Core Four edition.

This post includes: Core Four (Bart, Tim, Kon, Cassie) they are all in middle school and are 11-12. That's it they are just having fun I made this cause I was bored.

Cassie and Tim are sat under the tree outside their school the group always meet up at. Its around 11pm. Tim is laying out a blanket and food whilst Cassie is trying to set up Netflix on a laptop.

Tim: Okay, Bart said he was bringing the pillows right? There's alot of blankets but the ground is still pretty solid.

Cassie: Yep! Though I'm not sure this screen is big enough for the 4 of us.

Tim crawls over to her: Yeah you're right...

He thinks for a minute.

Tim stands: Uh, you wait here until i get my computer. Its bigger... and I left my bag down at the field anyway so I need to go grab it.

The boy scurrys away and Cassie falls back on the blankets, sighing. She turns her head to the other side and sees two familiar faces.

Kon, carrying 4 pillows and a box full of cola cans with Bart hanging onto his leg: Cassie... help.

Cassie, blinking for a few seconds and then rolling over in laughter: WHAT-hkheue... ACHEM...what happened??

Kon drops the pillow and places the box down next to the tree, shaking Bart off his leg. Then he proceeds to flop down onto the pillows, Bart falling ontop of him immediately after.

Kon: HRG- ugghhh.... I don't know, either. Me and Clark picked him up and drove him here but as soon as I got out the car he attached onto my leg like a toddler.

Bart: Hehe ;)))

Cassie: Sounds like you've become Barts object of interest

Bart: Hehehehehe

Kon: Don't know what that means, don't WANT to know what that means...

He looks around

Kon: Where's Tim?

Cassie: OH! The laptop is too small of a screen so he's away getting his computer.

Kon: Will that really make any difference?

Cassie: Umm I don't know Kon I've never compared Tim's computer to my laptop. 😒

Kon: Damn, snarky... :(

Tim runs back to the group, seemingly exhausted. Kon sits upright, pushing Bart off in the process. Tim sets the computer up and low and behold, it's just the right size.

Bart immediately clinging onto Kon again: What are we watching? I forgot

Tim lays down panting: hhh .... hhhh ....

Cassie: ehehe.. Um, well we think we're gonna have an MCU bashing marathon. I know it's alot of movies but it's a weekend and (albeit, illegal) Tim brought a car we can sit in when it gets cold.

Kon: Dude, I hate marvel.

Cassie: That's why it's called a 'Bashing Marathon', idiot, we make fun of it the whole time.

Bart: Marvel has alot of stuff going on in their movies so it's always fun for me to watch :p

Tim: Okay okay let's get this party started!

Tim jumps up from the ground and places the pillows neatly on the blanket then grabs another 2 thicker blankets and, once everybody's comfortably laying, throws it over them. He tosses a can to Bart and then lays down with the rest of them.

Tim: You punks are gonna be asleep by the 5th hour, I bet.

Bart chugging his drink: NOWAYletsgoletsgoletsgo!!

Cassie: Heh nahh Timmy. I'm so ready for this.

Kon: Let's get ready for a little over 2 days of making fun!

6 hours 30 minutes in and Cassie, Kon, and Bart are all huddling into eachother. One of them is snoring, one is just kicking the blanket continously and the other is sleeptalking. Tim lays happily awake with a bowl full of popcorn when he looks down to his sleeping friends.

Tim: Knew it.

....

Tim sighs as he gets up and turns the computer off, looking back to his friends.

Tim: We probably should've chosen a smaller Franchise, huh guys? Well ... It's dark. And... I don't really wanna drive a car this late so. I'm gonna phone Bruce and see if dad can come pick us up.

He pats his friends.

Tim: And I know you all were tired during Iron Man 2. I saw it in your faces... But you pulled through to the 4th movie out of pure pettiness.

He laughs.

Tim: It's goes to show how resilient you all are... That you don't back down from a challenge. Even if you barely beat it in the first place. It's one of the things I like about you all, and I hope it's something I can one day find myself.

Tim falls back chuckling as he brings his phone out of his pocket and messages his brother.

Tim: Geez I cant believe I'm talking to a bunch of sleeping people.

He feels something brush his leg and sees cassies hand barely but noticeably touching him.

Tim chuckles again, holding his face: Yeah, hehe. You're the type of person to take the chance to tease me about that.

He shuts his eyes.

Tim: Love you guys too...