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Take it out on me - N. Hischier

pairing: Nico Hischier x girlfriend!reader

summary: Nico's girlfriend have an idea how to help him after tough lost

warning: NSFW, graphic sex (18+), mentions of ex boyfriend, softdom!nico, spit, oral (m receiving), hair pulling, cum play, dacryphilia, spanking, unprotected sex, rough sex, choking, swearing

words: 2.4k

note: october comes to an end and i wanted to create at least one fic for kinktober! enjoy it💕

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Nico and Amelia met up two years ago. Since then, they were inseparable. Soon after, they became a couple. Nico was proudly showing Amelia on his games and always wanted her presence there. He truly believed that she is his soulmate. Amelia was grateful to have him. Her previous relationship has been a mess. Her ex-boyfriend was forcing her to things that she didn’t like and if she ever said no, he would punish her. With Nico, it felt different. He was caring, loving and respectful. She started to believe in love again.

One of the things Amelia adored in Nico was fact that he never pushed her to do things. He was always telling her that relationship works in both ways, and she doesn’t have to do something just to pleased him. Nico felt the need to always reassure her. He knew about her past boyfriend, and he wanted to prove her that she’s as important as he is in their relationship.

Although, there was a thing that Nico wished, Amelia could agree on. That was rough sex. He wanted to be in power over her, but he knew how fragile she is. Just for his pleasure, he didn’t want to ruin what they have. He was scared that he will do one bad move and he’s gonna hurt her. That was the last thing he wanted. Nico still loved their sex life, but he wanted more. During one of their talks, he told her truthfully about it but also told her not to pressure herself to do it for him.

The season started great for New Jersey Devils with both wins in Prague against Buffalo. Next five matches were good with only two lost games. Nico felt that he’s in a best shape that he has ever been, and it showed, but there was one game that completely broke him. His team played at home against Washington. After first period, they’ve been losing 1:3 but Nico gave them hope. Second period started and he scored two goals in 10 seconds. Thanks to him, scoreboard showed 3:3 but again, before the end, New Jersey was losing by two goals.

Last period, the most crucial one. Nico scored another point, and it was 4:5. Almost ten minutes later, Hamilton scored, and the scoreboard showed 5:5. They got into overtime which sadly they lost. Nico was blaming himself for the goal. Even though he played incredibly, he was sad and fuming over the result. Amelia was on this game, she saw how Nico was reacting. Even if he weren’t showing it, she could read him like a book. In that moment, she had an idea how to help him with his anger.

The car drive was silent. Amelia tried to approach Nico with conversation, but he hasn’t spoken to her. It was more like a monologue from her side. When she realized it’s pointless, she decided to keep her mouth shut. All the ride back home, Nico had hand on her thigh squeezing it. The fact that she was next to him, and he could touch her calmed him down.

When they arrived home, Nico wanted to go straight to bed but Amelia stopped him.

“I know you don’t want to talk about it, but I think I have a solution for your anger”.

“I’m not angry”. He answered.

“Baby, I know you. You won’t hide it from me”. She grabbed his hand.

“Okay, fine. What’s the solution?” He asked curious.

“Take it out on me”.

“Absolutely no”.

“Nico, I get it that you are scared but I trust you”. She put her hands behind his neck and continued. “It’s something that you would like, and you’ve been always saying that relationship works both ways. I want to be there for you to help you”.

“What if I hurt you? I would never forgive myself that”. He said and grabbed her waist.

“Let’s make a safe word. If you do something that I won’t be enjoying or will cause me a pain, I’ll say it”. Amelia stood on her tiptoes and kissed him. Nico kissed her back.

“You say that I can take my anger out on you? So, I can do whatever I want and however I want?” She nodded her head, but he spoke again. “Words doll. If you want this to work, I need to hear it to be 100% sure”.

“Yes Nico, you can do whatever and however you want”.

“What word did you pick as a safe word?” He asked.

“Red or stop are boring. I was thinking about something random like watermelon”.

“Your safe word is watermelon?” He laughed.

“In my defense, watermelon is not the word that you are associate with sex so if you hear it from me, then you’ll be know that something is wrong”.

“Fair, so watermelon it is”. He kissed her again but this time, it was possessive kiss.

When they pulled apart from each other, Nico put his thumb on her bottom lip and told her to open her mouth. Amelia obeyed him and he spit into her mouth. He saw the spark in her eyes when he done it. She gladly accepted it and swallowed.

“Go to the bedroom. I want you naked there sitting pretty on the bed. I’ll give you a moment to rethink if you really want this”. She hasn’t answered him. She turned her back and started going to the bedroom when he slapped her ass.

Couple minutes later, Nico walked to their shared bedroom. Amelia was sitting on the bed as he told her, but he saw that she’s thinking over something. He placed finger under her chin so she could face him.

“About what you are thinking?”

“I’m scared”. She said.

“Doll, we don’t have to do it. I told you. We can…” Before he could finish, he interrupted him.

“I’m not scared about this. I’m scared that I’ll disappoint you. What if I say safe word in the middle? That’s gonna be super awkward”.

“We made the safe word for this exact purpose. You could never disappoint me doll. Are you sure you want to do it?”

“Yes”. She said confidently.

“On your knees”. She listened to him and kneeled in front of him. He undressed himself so both were naked now, then he spoke again. “If you feel that’s too much for you, hit my thigh three times, understood?” She nodded her again. “What I told you about words?”

“Yes Nico, I understood.”

“Good girl, now spit on my cock and use your hand to spread it. Don’t use your mouth yet”.

Amelia did what he told her. She spat on his dick and started to use her hand over his length until he stopped her. Nico grabbed her hair and pulled them, so she was facing him.

“Open your mouth and relax your throat. Remember about the thigh”. She opened her mouth, and he couldn’t help himself and spit into her mouth again. She closed her mouth to swallow and opened again. Nico pushed his dick into her mouth. At first, he was gentle in his moves but with time he set rough pace. He was pushing himself deeper into her throat and kept her in place by pulling her hair. He was ruthless towards her.

Amelia loved every minute of the way Nico was abusing her throat. He never been so rough with her, but she enjoyed it. When he was hitting her throat deeper with the tip of his cock, tears were falling from her eyes. She was gagging over his length and grabbed his thighs to steady herself. Amelia could feel how wet she got from this act and placed her right hand on her cunt to touch herself. Nico saw it.

“Take your hand from your greedy pussy. I’ll take care of you”. He said firmly and she decided to listen to him.

Nico could swear that he never saw something hotter than Amelia on her knees taking him so well. He was close to release, and he didn’t want to stop. It felt too good for him. He cum inside her mouth and she swallowed it. She looked at him. Her makeup was ruined. Mascara with tears was falling on her cheeks. He helped her stand up and kissed her deeply.

“You want to continue?” Even though Nico knew the answer, he preferred to ask for her permission.

“Yes, please”.

“On the bed. Face down, ass up”. Amelia has positioned like he wanted.

While she was waiting for him to do something, Nico was admiring her in this position. He loved seeing her so submissive for him. After couple of seconds, he spanked her.

“That’s for touching something that’s not yours”. He growled into her ear. “Am I not enough that you had to do it?”

“No Nico, you are more than enough”. She moaned when another slap hit her ass.

“Good fucking girl. Now take your punishment like one”. He said and spanked her couple more times. After Nico was done with her, he leaned over and his chest hit her back. “You will cum twice today. I’m not gonna stop until you use your word. Understood?”

“Yes Nico. Please, just fuck me already”. Amelia was desperate for his touch.

“Your wish is my command”.

Nico started teasing her entry with the tip of his cock. Before she could react, he put all his length inside of her. He gave her couple seconds so she could adjust to his big dick. When he felt like she’s ready, he started pounding roughly into her. He grabbed her hips to keep her steady while he was merciless for her pussy.

Amelia felt incredible. She felt so full and at his mercy. Even though Nico was rough with her, she could feel his affection during the act. She started moan his name loudly. He grabbed her by her hair and pulled her to his body. Her back hit his chest. While one hand was still in her hair, Nico used the second one to play with her nipples. He was twisting and pulling them.

“Nico, I’m gonna cum”. She moaned.

He took off his hand from her tits and placed it on her clit. He started rubbing circles on her pussy. She was shaking from this stimulation. Her orgasm hit her hard. She screamed his name so loudly that she was sure neighbours could hear her. Nico haven’t stopped, he fucked her through her orgasm.

Nico manhandled her so she could lay on her back. He looked at her dizzy state.

“You sure you can continue?” He asked concerned.

“Yes”. She whispered like it was a secret.

“Spread your legs for me”.

Amelia did it but Nico pushed her legs, so her knees were laying on the bed. He looked on her drippy cunt and traded his fingers over it. When she moaned, he spanked her pussy. She closed her legs, but Nico told her to open them again. She obeyed him and he positioned himself in her entrance.

Again, he pushed all his length into her but this time, he didn’t get her time to adjust. He grabbed her by her thighs started fucking her. She arched her back from the pleasure. He leaned over to kiss her. It was sloppy kiss. Amelia moaned into his mouth when he pulled away. She was getting so loud. Nico put his hand on her throat. He squeezed his fingers on the sides of her throat.

She felt overwhelmed by all the stimulation, but she didn’t wanted to stop. It felt so good for her. While one of Nico’s hands was still on her throat, the other one started playing with her boobs. He could feel that she’s close to her release and started fucking her harder and faster. When he knew, she’s seconds from her orgasm, he pulled hand from her throat and placed on her other boob.

“Nico, fuck, I’m gonna cum”.

“I know doll. Cum for me”. Her second climax hit her. She screamed his name and soon after, he released inside of her.

Nico fell on her chest, and they laid like that for couple of minutes. When he recovered, he pulled out of her and went to the bathroom to run a bath for her. He put all her fancy salts and essential oils into the bath. When he returned to the bedroom, he could see her all fucked. Amelia turned her head to look at him.

“Hey, how are you feel?”

“Amazing, thank you Nico. That was the most mind-blowing sex I ever had”. He laughed at her words.

“Can you stand up or do you want me to carry you?”

“Carry me please”. She pulled her arms towards him. He leaned down and she placed her arms around his neck. Nico grabbed her under her knees and carried into the bathroom. He put her in a bathtub.

“Stay here. I’ll be back in a minute”. Nico left the bathroom and went to the kitchen. He grabbed a bottle of water and snacks. He returned and handed it to her. “Eat it, you need it. Also, drink the water, you might feel dehydrated”. He said firmly.

Amelia drank the water while still laying in the bath. She opened a bag of chips and started eating them, handing them to Nico who was sitting next to the bathtub. He helped her wash herself. After an hour, he took the towel and he dry her off. Again, he carried her to the bedroom, placed her on bed and tucked her under the covers.

“I’m going to take a shower, go to sleep”. He leaned down and kissed her forehead.

Nico left her and went to clean himself. He felt bad for leaving her, but he knew he must do it. Amelia couldn’t sleep. She was laying in the bed and waited for him to return. Ten minutes later, he was back. He saw that she’s still awake.

“I told you to sleep doll”. Nico said lying next to her. He pulled her into his arms, so her head was resting on his chest. After couple minutes of silence, he spoke again.

“Thank you so much for doing this for me. I really appreciate it and I hope I wasn’t too rough on you”. He kissed her head.

“It was amazing Nico. You’ve been incredible. You haven’t been too rough. I told you that I trust you”. She snuggled into his chest even more. “If you ever feel anger again, just know that I’m right here to help”. He pulled her on his body, and they’ve been lying now chest to chest.

“You are gonna be a death to me woman. I love you doll”. He kissed her.

“I love you too Nico. Now let’s sleep, you have a practice tomorrow and deserve a good rest”. She said and both of them fall asleep.

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Thank you for reading!🤍

#nico hischier #nico hischier fanfiction #nico hischier imagine #nico hischier x oc #nico hischier oneshot #nhl #nhl fanfiction #nhl imagine #new jersey devils #v' work

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planetpedri · 2 days ago

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HI! I saw you write for Criminal Minds and I was wondering if you could write for Emily Prentiss where she and reader work alongside one another like majority of the times, and maybe one of them (doesn’t matter who) is particularly irritable where it makes the other want nothing more than to just comfort them and it’s slight angst to comfort? (They’re each others work crush!) 💚

Please be rude — Emily Prentiss.

Pairing: Emily Prentiss x Fem!Reader

Summary: This case was getting to Emily. You could see it throughout the day, she was growing more and more agitated. So you take her aside and try to get her to relax.

Word count: 500

Disclaimer/s: Mentions of potential murder , abduction , all the average criminal minds stuff , light angst , comfort !

A/N: clearing out my drafts before my trip yipee !

Emily paced back and forth across the white tiles that lined the mall. A young girl had gone missing, potentially an abduction, and for some reason it was really getting to her. You stood a few feet away, leaning against one of the miscellaneous tables as you watched her with concern.

“Em..” You sigh out, pushing off the table. “Do you need a break?”

“No. No, i’m fine.” She snaps, her eyes widening as she realizes. “Sorry. That was rude. Something just feels off.” The raven haired woman shakes her head, running a hand over the back of her hair until she grasps the back of her neck to rub it lightly.

You nod in understanding, chewing on your bottom lip. “How about we go make coffee and you tell me about it? Hmm?”

Emily reluctantly agrees, dropping her hands to her side. “Yeah, that sounds like a good idea.”

Leading the way, you find the cafeteria. One of the workers agrees to make you two a coffee free of charge. While you wait, the two of you stand back. “So, what’s bugging you?”

“I just…” She glances up at you, “I just have this gut feeling, and it won’t go away.” She shrugs it off, shaking her head. “It could be nothing.”

Frowning, you reach out to the woman, squeezing her shoulder. “Hey, if you feel something, there’s a reason why. Don’t ignore it.”

Emily smiles at the small act of affection. She lifts her hand to cover yours, “okay, okay. Once we get our coffee, i’ll find Hotch.”

You give her a quick smile, trying to ignore the lurch in your stomach at her touch. “Perfect. How are you adjusting to the team, by the way?” You ask as you reach for the coffee’s the barista handed you. “Thank you.” You nod at her before turning back to Emily and hand her one.

Emily blows at the hole in the lid to cool it down. “Good, this is very different from my last job, but still, i’m adjusting well.” She smiles up at you for a moment, “you’ve been a major help, of course.”

Chuckling, you take a small sip. “Glad to be of service.” You’d been watching her intently since she had started talking, noticing what made her relax. “Okay, let’s go find Hotch, and you tell me about this hunch of yours, yeah?”

Emily swallows, “yeah.”

“Come on newbie.” You grin, nudging your shoulder against hers as the two of you make your way to where you knew your boss would be.

“Oh, before we go in,” Emily stops you with a hand on your arm. You turn to her with a quirked eyebrow, waiting for her to continue. “Thank you, for that. I know you were trying to calm me down. I appreciate that, I appreciate you.”

A warm feeling grows in your chest. “Of course, Em. Any time, any place, i’m here to help.”

Emily’s eyes flickered across your face, a small smile on her lips. “Right back at you.”

Likes , comments , and reblog’s are all appreciated. Lmk if you’d like to be tagged in future posts.

DTS , @halfwayhearted @spidybaby !

#emily prentiss #emily prentiss x female reader #emily prentiss x reader #emily prentiss x you #emily prentiss x y/n #sapphic #wlw #wlw yearning #blurb #hurt/comfort #angst to comfort #cm angst

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aayakashii · 1 day ago

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*me at the aya trick or treat store* one haku treat please 🤲 (if there isn't any left, i'll get a trick instead ☝️) <3<3<3

Lazy days were good days. When the rain was just a little drizzle and the breeze flew freely through his dorm, Haku could loaf around just the way he wanted. The temperature was bearable, the sun was peeking through the clouds and he had a good book to read as the hours passed by, idle and peaceful.

Lazy days with you, however? Those were the best days, in Haku's opinion.

He lounged at his room's balcony, which stood right over Hotarubi's lake, with a book in his hand and you right at the corner of his view, dipping your toes into the water.

The splish splash of your feet kicking into the lake and the sudden gasps whenever a carp came too close and tried to nibble on you were the perfect background noises for that moment of peace.

And so were your rambles.

"Haku." You called out to him, and he immediately closed the book on his lap. A lazy smile was plastered on his face as he faced your back (he couldn't deny the lovesick allegations anymore).

"Hmm?"

"Did I tell you that Lyca managed to read another book without my help?" You said, cautiously eyeing the lake for any fish that could try to eat you alive (you were a little bit anxious, he knew that).

"Ohhh, is that so?" he said, sounding genuinely surprised. "I dont think you did. Was it the one about japanese folklore?"

"Nope, another one!" The smile that warmed your voice could melt him into a puddle. "I think Luca told him about a good book for his level, and he picked it up all on his own."

"Look at that. Aren't you the most successful mentor around here, motivating your pupil to read by himself." He teased, sounding smug even though his pride was anything but a lie.

"Oh shush. Please." You protested, kicking your feet quickly against the water, clearly embarrassed even if he couldn't see your face.

A moment of silence stretched between the two of you before you talked again.

"I think I wanna eat sushi soon." You murmured.

Haku had picked up the book again for a moment, but immediately dropped as he heard you speak.

"We can try to order it." He mused. "Or maybe we can see if someone around here knows how to cook it."

"I think we could order it. I don't wanna bother anyone with extra work."

"Did you think about eating sushi after those fishes tried to eat you?" He asked humorously, and you kicked your feet against the water even harder.

"Me, afraid of fish? Never! I can just do this and I'll scare all of them away from me" you said loudly over the sound of water splashing all over.

"Aren't you a brave one." He chuckled.

"Hhmmm..." you hummed, allowing the silence to stretch once again as you breathed deeply to calm down your racing heart after the sudden exercise you forced upon yourself.

"Oh, I–" you began to talk once again, finally turning around to look at your boyfriend, eyes wide once you saw Haku closing the book at the sound of your voice. "Oh my god. I'm so sorry, Haku. I didn't know you were reading!" Your face fell immediately, self-consciousness washing over your body.

Haku tilted his head, reaching out his hand to pull you closer to him.

"I am, but why are you apologizing?"

You allowed yourself to rest against his body, snuggling his chest. You eyed the book that was now placed by his side with extreme guilt.

"I've been yapping all afternoon non stop. I probably bothered you when you were trying to read." You said, sounding apologetic despite your voice being muffled against his chest.

Haku scoffed loudly and squeezed your waist before softly pinching your arm.

"Hey! What was this for?" You complained, leaning back to look at his face.

Haku's eyes softened as he placed his hand on the top of your head.

"When you talk, princess, that's the only thing that matters to me. Never apologize for talking. It's my favorite sound." He murmured, holding your gaze as he said those words.

You looked away, embarrassed, feeling too naked under his gaze, in spite of yourself.

Haku chuckled, observing the way your lips trembled as you thanked him quietly.

You still weren't used to his devotion. Maybe you never would be. And that's what made it fun.

#tokyo debunker #ask #trick or treat!!

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pinkyqil · 7 hours ago

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For the baby series, maybe them going to a halloween fair or a pumpkin patch and enjoying the crunchy leaves and autumn atmosphere. And later r convinces lia to go to a haunted house or smth and lia being scared and clinging to r the whole time, with some fluff after

Baby it, pumpkin patch season [ lia wälti x reader ]

Summary : You and lia go out for the autumn season exploring different Halloween and fall activities just to end up at a haunted house and leaving with an extra clingy lia.

A/n : I hope you enjoy reading this, I'm always up for taking requests,hcs for this series if you guys have any to send 💕

Contains : vulgar language, homophobia,

You and lia decided it would be nice if you both went out, mostly you as lia just wanted to stay inside to cuddle up.

You decided to go explore the town nearby after hearing your close friends. Talk about how they had fall and Halloween activities for couples and kids. It took you a while to convince lia to come.because you still haven't gotten your drivers license.

she was like your private chauffeur who wouldn't let you take the uber or train station as she preferred driving you places.

You both arrived at the festival, and already you were dragging lia hands so you could join the line for apple bobbing. When you saw a few couples doing it.

The apple bobbing competition was the first one to reach down an apple and feed it to their love one's giving them a kiss at the end. You were going against this blonde girl. That was already giving you the stink eye the moment her eyes landed on you and lia.

You decided to take no offense to it as you definitely didn't know this random ass bitch. And keeping your focus on winning, hearing the man yell 1,2,3 go you immediately dumped your head in the water searching for an apple. That when you bite one with your teeth and rasing your head up rushing to we're lia was and gave her the other side of the apple.

The girl raised up her head, realizing she had lost but when she saw you and lia with the apple, she definitely lost her shit and started yelling.

"What the heck that isn't allowed you fucking gays"?. She said out loud.

"Lesbian." Was all you could muffle out of your mouth trying to tell her off.

"That isn't fair". She tried walking up you and lia the moment you saw the appl fell out of both your mouths as you told her.

"One more step towards me and my girlfriend I won't hesitate to fucking hit you". You told her looking her dead in the eyes. All she could do was run away while the people around you kept applauding both you and lia.

You both spent a few more hours at the festival with lia winning a brown teddy with stich eyes for you. And that when you saw a haunted house which where one of your favorite Halloween activities to do.

Lia saw the directions your eyes were going."No way am I going in there." She told you

"Baby, please, after this we could go home and just relax". You tired convincing her.

"No way you know I can't do haunted houses".

"Please this would be our last activity to do". You plead with her.

"Fine let's just make this quick". She said you thanked her with kisses all over her face.

Entering the haunted house was a challenge cause by stepping into it.

the jump scares were coming left and right. Kids and adults kept screaming, lia was trying her best to keep calm. You could tell from the way she gripped your hands.

Everything was going well until you guys got the scarier part of the house. Which had your girlfriend screaming more than you could make her.

"Can we hurry this up so we can leave". She said before yelling again. You found it very funny cause you enjoyed seeing this side of her. Which made you laugh.

" I don't know what is funny but I'll definitely love to leave this plac-". She said trying to finish her sentence before witnessing a even scarier jump scare.

"Okay, okay, let's get out of here." You told her, grabbing her hand looking for the exit door. Finally outside lia took in a deep breath of relief not having to be trapped in that horror room any longer.

"You're acting like we were trapped". You told your girlfriend.

"Well, that what it felt like." She said, panting

"Well, I'm sorry about that, my love." You told her while grabbing her face.

You spent the whole night cuddling with a clingy lia in bed while wachting some comfort movies after a day of jump scares and Halloween activities.

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cobaltperun · 1 day ago

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Eternal Flame (4) - What If

Cover by: @ortegalvr

Jenna Ortega x Female Reader

Summary: For her it’s a passion, for you it’s an accident. And as she continues shining brighter and brighter with each role you are left mesmerized, drawn to her flame and cherishing every time she lets herself be vulnerable with you.

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Word Count: 6.1k

-What if I can't go on without you-

You were lying on your bed, staring at the ceiling. The darkness of the night, lessened only by the moonlight, consumed the room as you, but it was nothing compared to the dark storm raging within you.

You failed her.

You clenched your fist in frustration, your entire body tense with pent-up frustration. How could you not see just how uncomfortable Jenna was during the filming?! You dared to think everything would be fine, that she was fine, you failed to realize Jenna wouldn’t tell you she wasn’t comfortable, that she would deem it unprofessional and also as something that would make her seem like a burden.

You didn’t see it. Just how much effort she was putting in pushing herself to do the scene, you just saw the emotions she was meant to act out in her eyes, and you were cursing yourself for not seeing through them.

Your phone buzzed and you nearly ignored it, but the light coming from your phone screen was annoying and you got up to flip it over, just in case whoever sent that message tried again. You reached to grab the phone and froze.

Jenna needs you

You quickly opened the message, making sure you read it right and sure enough, that was what Melissa just sent you.

‘I’m not failing you again,’ you rushed to her room, just barely remembering to close the door of your own room. You didn’t know what was going on, didn’t know what Jenna needed you for, but she needed you, and with that in mind you went into her room and in a single moment recognized what was going on. Jenna was on her knees, held up by Melissa, clearly having a panic attack.

"Y/N, I don't know what to do," Melissa told you, frantic, hopeful that you would know what to do, and you nodded. In the back of your head you considered maybe you weren’t the right person to do this. After all, Jenna wasn’t comfortable enough to have a kiss scene with you, how was she supposed to be comfortable enough to let you help her through her panic attack.

You had to try though. “Jen,” you approached her slowly, as calmly as you possibly could. “Can you take a deep breath for me?” you asked as you knelt down in front of her, taking Melissa’s place. She didn’t do it yet, but she wasn’t trying to get away from you. You could do this, you could help her, you had to. You carefully placed your hand on top of her own, for now not wanting to think about what caused this, you needed to get her to calm down a bit first.

The relief flooded you as she took a slightly deeper breath and leaned closer to you. “That’s it, good,” you spoke softly, gently pushing a strand of Jenna’s hair back and wiped the sweat off her forehead. Slow and steady, just like Hugh did for you when you needed help.

Jenna, contrary to how uncomfortable with the kiss she was, closed the distance and allowed you to hug her, she even leaned her head on your shoulder and took a deep breath. “You’re safe,” you pulled her just a bit closer when she grabbed onto the hem of your shirt. “I’ve got you, just breathe,” you whispered.

“Sorry,” she sobbed, and you could feel tears through your shirt.

“Don’t be, just let it out,” you assured her while rubbing soft circles on her back. “It’s just me,” you could feel her shaking slightly as she cried. “You’ve got this, Jen,” you felt her hands slowly going from the hem of your shirt to your back as she gingerly hugged you back.

“I’m sorry,” Jenna repeated, and you weren’t exactly sure what she was apologizing for.

“We’ll handle it later, just focus on breathing,” you turned to Melissa who stood there, still unsure of what to do. “Could you get me a wet towel and a glass of water?” you asked, not wanting to let Jenna go just yet.

Melissa jumped at that but quickly went to the bathroom to get the towel, and then to the kitchen to get a glass of water.

“Please don’t be mad,” Jenna pleaded, and you found yourself nearly breaking at how devastated she sounded. Mad about what? This?

“Don’t worry about it, okay?” you told her. “I’m not mad, I promise,” you figured she needed to hear it directly, so you said it as Jenna let out a long sigh of relief.

“What do you need first?” Melissa came back with the towel and water.

“A towel,” you said, and then spoke to Jenna in a much gentler way, not that you were stern or anything with Melissa, but you were mostly neutral. “I’m going to pull away a bit, just to freshen you up a bit, okay?”

Jenna nodded and stopped hugging you, though she still kept holding onto the sides of your shirt. You took that as a sign and pulled back slightly, while still keeping one hand on her back. You took the towel from Melissa and gently wiped Jenna’s face and neck, taking a moment to wipe her tears with your thumb. “There,” you said to Jenna as you handed the towel back to Melissa and took the glass of water she was holding. “Can you drink on your own?” you asked and smiled as Jenna nodded. She reached up, though her hands were still trembling and took the glass, spilling a bit of water before you could steady it.

“Fuck,” Jenna hissed, frustrated at herself.

“It’s just water, you’re okay, it’s normal,” you kept reassuring her as the two of you brought the glass to her lips and she took a few sips, before Jenna pushed it back toward you and you handed the glass back to Melissa. “I’m going to lift you up now, okay? Take you to bed?” she couldn’t stay on the floor and with how much she was shaking that was probably your best bet.

Jenna shook her head. “I can go myself,” she finally smiled at you, and you just had to smile back, nodding and letting her lean on you as she got back up and, albeit a bit shakily, went to her bed. “Please, stay,” she requested as she settled down under the covers.

You sat at the edge of her bed and noticed she reached her hand out to you, so you took it, lightly caressing the back of her hand with your thumb. “Okay,” as easily as that you agreed to Jenna’s request.

Jenna smiled and squeezed your hand, but it was clear she wasn’t about to fall asleep, her entire body was still feeling the effects of the panic attack, even though she managed to calm down. She turned to Melissa. “Thanks, for calling Y/N,” she said and Melissa nodded, shuffling on her feet at the end of Jenna’s bed.

“I was pretty useless though. Got scared,” she admitted and looked away, and you could see the shame in her eyes at being unable to do anything but stand by and watch before you asked her to bring you the towel and water for Jenna.

“I’m sorry,” Jenna kept apologizing, even more ashamed than Melissa was and you restrained yourself from telling her she had nothing to apologize for. Melissa was the one who needed to tell her that right now.

And she did. “No, Jenna,” Melissa rushed to Jenna’s side and knelt right next to the younger actress. “You shouldn’t apologize for anything, I’m the one who froze up! Shit, I’m thirty and couldn’t do anything, I’m the one who should apologize,” Melissa was frustrated, and in a way rightfully so, you knew she cared about Jenna, yet she couldn’t do anything. “And then you,” she turned to you when Jenna remained silent. “Handled everything so well and I just can’t excuse how I acted.”

Normally you wouldn’t open up about it. Well, you would to Jenna, you were close and you weren’t worried about opening up to her and being vulnerable, but as much as you liked Melissa the two of you weren’t much more than colleagues that got along really well. Still, Melissa would only continue beating herself up, so, you took a deep breath and came clean. “It’s not as black and white, I just went through those, a lot, a few yours ago,” after… you couldn’t think about it now. You needed to focus on Jenna, the last thing she needed was to feel your distress. Back then Hugh stepped in since no one else managed to reach you, you were just doing what he did.

Jenna’s grip on your hand suddenly grew stronger and the sharp inhale were all you needed to understand Jenna’s reaction, but you still looked at her, at the surprise etched on her face and so much compassion. She probably would have figured it out as soon as she got a moment of clarity to think about it. So, you just shrugged, it was behind you, and while you could never say it wouldn’t happen again it has been some time since your last panic attack.

“That explains a lot,” Melissa sighed and placed a hand on your shoulder. “Thanks for being open with me,” she knew just as well as you did that your bond wasn’t really at the stage to talk about that. You nodded at that, and she pulled her hand back, her glance at your and Jenna’s hand suddenly made you feel a bit self-conscious. “I should probably leave the two of you alone,” she chuckled, and you noticed Jenna blushing at that. “Call me if you need anything, and just so you know, I won’t tell a soul about this,” she assured Jenna and hugged her, sighing in relief when Jenna wrapped her free hand around Melissa’s back. “This doesn’t change anything, I promise you, I still love you with all my heart,” Melissa kissed Jenna’s cheek and pulled away

“Thanks, I love you too,” Jenna whispered and watched as Melissa left the room, leaving the two of you alone.

A comfortable silence set between you and Jenna, she was still tense, but she calmed down, considerably. “Want to watch a comedy?” you suggested, remembering Hugh would often get you to watch some documentary to calm down since comedies weren’t really something you were in the mood for at that time.

Jenna sat up and nodded. “Got anything in mind?” she asked and you shrugged.

“We pick a random one and just watch it,” you were already getting up. “I’ll be back in a minute, just need to get my laptop and phone,” you assured her when you noticed her eyes widening for a moment.

Jenna relaxed at that and nodded, smiling. “I’ll be waiting,” she told you a bit shyly and you couldn’t help but admire her. When you had panic attacks it took you longer to be able to stay alone, the turmoil would remain even after you calmed down, and Jenna’s strength impressed you.

“One minute,” you repeated to her with a cheeky grin on your face as you opened the doors behind you. You went and got everything you needed as quickly as you could and indeed came back within a minute, much to Jenna’s amusement, though you could see relief in her eyes as well. “Where do you want to watch the movie?” you asked, already setting the laptop up on the table.

You glanced back and noticed Jenna patting the spot on the bed next to her while averting her gaze. Now you were officially confused, after the failed kiss scene you were worried about any touch that could make Jenna uncomfortable, yet here she was, offering to have you that close to her. “I mean, if you don’t mind!” she quickly clarified, likely noticing your lack of response.

“I don’t, I just don’t want you to be uncomfortable,” you said slowly and approached her with the laptop and the reaction was instantaneous.

Jenna scrambled to her knees on the bed and latched onto you, hugging you tight and burying her face in your neck, immediately shaking once more and breathing heavily. “It’s not- I didn’t-“ she gasped and you tossed the closed laptop onto her bed and hugged her, recognizing the panic attack was starting again. “You’re mad,” she sobbed as you tried to ground her once more.

“I’m not,” you whispered in her ear and pulled back, lightly nudging her chin up so she would look you in the eyes, hoping she would be able to see how sincere and serious you were about this. And you saw some clarity in her eyes, a sign you managed to prevent another full-blown panic attack, at least for tonight. “I’m not mad, Jen, I never was,” she should be the one who is mad, not you, but you feared telling her that would only make things worse right now. “I’m not mad,” you leaned your forehead against her own and closed your eyes as you wiped the few tears away. “Breathe with me, okay?” you felt a slight nod.

Jenna took a deep, shuddering breath, and then another, and she kept doing it, slowly, surely, getting her breathing under control. “Everything will be okay, we’re okay,” she calmed down a bit more with those words. “I’ve got you,” you needed her to know and feel she was safe, not be stuck in whatever thoughts were plaguing her mind.

“I caused a scene,” she breathed out, frustrated at herself. “I see them looking, blaming me, and it is my fault, but I see them blaming you as well!” you froze for a moment, not expecting this outburst. “You didn’t do anything, it was all me,” her lower lip trembled as she said that.

“It isn’t your fault,” you whispered, letting her move and once more bury her face in your neck. “Don’t ever feel guilt for not doing something you’re uncomfortable with,” you really thought that was the issue, so you approached it like that, but Jenna just shook her head, hugging you tighter as if you were going to let go of her. You weren’t going to, not until she calmed down, not until this all passed.

“I wasn’t uncomfortable, I just, I couldn’t separate things, separate us from our characters,” she whispered, and you realized you got it wrong, and you’ve never been as relieved to be wrong as you were right now. Jenna wasn’t uncomfortable, you just got too close as friends. Building this strong bond made things awkward when kiss or more intimate scenes were involved, and you understood it completely. “I,” she began but stopped herself and you knew better than to push her to say anything she wasn’t completely ready to say.

“It’s okay, thanks for telling me,” you would have never forgiven yourself if you hurt her in any way, if at any point she felt like she had to do anything. “I thought I fucked up, in a way I did when I didn’t notice something was wrong. I should have stopped it,” you admitted, and Jenna’s breath hitched. “I didn’t know how to approach you, how to apologize properly, so I wanted to wait until the morning,” you now knew that was a mistake. If you just had the guts to go to her right away this probably could have been avoided. Hindsight 20/20, you supposed. “Guess we both panicked tonight,” you joked lightly and felt at ease when Jenna chuckled a bit and gradually, on her own, let go of you.

“We did,” she sat back on the bed and wiped the few tears away. She smiled at you and patted the spot next to her. “Let’s just watch a movie?” Jenna suggested. Everything was a mess, the sheets, the blanket, the pillows, yet it didn’t matter, you both got comfortable, and Jenna leaned on you as you found a random comedy to watch.

~X~

Jenna woke up, still emotionally exhausted, her brain immediately repeating the scenes from the last night. She could still see Melissa's panicked expression when she closed her eyes. She could still see you and she saw it all vividly. And she wasn't sure if her heart pounding in her chest was due to another panic attack or if it was because of everything that happened with you. You held her so gently, like she was the most precious person in your life, yet so firmly at the same time, as if fearing she’d slip out of your grasp if you loosened your hold on her. Her family was the most supportive family she could hope for, loving her, cheering for her, keeping her grounded and humble… Still, she never had anyone support her through a panic attack before, especially like this, Aliyah froze a lot like Melissa did, and her parents were busy, so she didn’t want to add yet another thing for them to worry about. You just came in and handled it, calming her down not once, but twice. You knew what to do, and you did it, probably taking notes from your own panic attacks.

Jenna’s heart broke at the thought of you going through panic attacks. How many did you go through on your own? How did your family respond to them? Who calmed you down? She wanted to ask so many things, but she didn’t want to reopen the old wounds. She turned to the other side, only to see you there at her table, doing something on your laptop.

Her heart definitely sped up because of you.

"You stayed," she spoke before she could even consider if that was what she should say first. Before thanking you, before wishing you a good morning. But you stayed, you didn't leave her, you kept your promise. When she asked you to stay, she hoped you’d stay until she fell asleep, but you went above and beyond, probably staying in her room all night long. A blush crept up to her cheeks when she remembered watching the movie, the comedy was awful, and half-way through you just muted it and began making up dialogue, nudging Jenna to join you and improvise. She laughed so hard just the thought of all the ridiculous things the two of you came up with made her smile.

You snapped out of whatever you were doing and turned around and you really should have given her a warning. "Hey," you smiled, and she really should Google if it was healthy to start her day with her heart going out of control. You were wearing glasses, and she had to rub her eyes to make sure she wasn’t dreaming. Wouldn’t be the first time.

‘Well, it would be the first time I dreamt of you wearing glasses, but not my first time dreaming- What am I thinking?!’ she was panicking for a whole new reason now, and it wasn’t that scary panic from last night, it was much, much worse. It was a ‘you look good and who turned the heat up’ kind of panic and the embarrassment was getting to her.

How the-

Who gave you the right to look like the most adorable dork with glasses? It was ridiculous, the glasses made you look like a completely different person, less serious, or intense, or just something, somehow, Jenna wasn’t even sure anymore! Not that she thought about you like that a lot, but she had eyes, and she noticed the way your muscles and height made you look more intimidating. She was attentive to details, it was not her fault. Glasses kind of just stripped that intimidating factor away. Jenna bitterly thought that maybe there really was something to that Clark Kent disguise just to get her mind off the way you looked now.

This wasn’t helping her crush at all. It was making it worse! Wasn’t taking the glasses off meant to cause this reaction, not putting them on?!

Who was she trying to fool, she was just trying her best to suppress her feelings and now it was all getting out of hand because she, apparently, had a thing for you wearing glasses!

‘Or, or, I could just admit I have a thing for Y/N in general, that’ll definitely help me be professional!’ she thought sarcastically.

She saw you raising an eyebrow and then saw the realization in your eyes. "Right, guess this was a surprise," you chuckled and reached up to take them off. Alarms went off, a disaster was about to strike, you could not be allowed to think you shouldn’t wear glasses around her!

"NO!" Jenna cried out, jumping out of bed and stumbled, pulling her blanket along. "Oh fu-" she tripped on the blanket and nearly fell face first on the floor, she would have, if you didn't jump yourself and catch her.

"Woah there," you chuckled, prompting Jenna to start laughing as well, though she was laughing mostly out of embarrassment. This really was a ridiculous situation.

She managed to free herself from the blanket, but remained in your arms, her hands firmly holding onto your forearms. Well, maybe glasses didn't make you an entirely new person. And you had moments of being adorable without glasses as well. And, she was so doomed and just had to know it. "Keep them on?" she asked, suddenly feeling shy and timid.

You smirked.

You fucking smirked and she didn't mind one bit as long as you kept them on.

Fuck. She's got it bad.

“Whatever you want, Jen,” you were absolutely teasing her, and she felt like she deserved it for having such a monumental crush on you.

“You look adorable with glasses,” there, she said it, and got her payback as your eyes widened and you raised your head to lightly scratch your cheek, grinning like a goofball and looking to the side. Was it too dramatic to think she could die happy now?

You finally looked at her again. “You too,” and then your own words registered in your brain and you pulled away. “Fuck!” you clenched your fists and cursed through your teeth as you turned away from Jenna. “Adorable! You look adorable too, all the time,” you corrected and facepalmed before quickly shutting your laptop down. “That’s it. Too embarrassed,” for a moment she could avoid panicking over your own compliment and just adoringly watch as you panicked over complimenting her back. “Not my fault you’re beautiful, and my brain loses all control over my mouth and the things that come out of it,” you muttered, clearly annoyed as you put the laptop in the bag. “You too,” you mocked yourself and grabbed your laptop and phone. “Like you’re wearing glasses too, fucking dumbass,” you were too adorable right now and Jenna really, really wanted to kiss you to stop the rant you were on.

No! None of that! You were friends!

Friends absolutely fall asleep on the same bed and spend the night cuddled together after one of them has a panic attack.

Did the relationship between your characters in the very movie you were filming right now teach her nothing?

“See you on set! Bye!” you were being dramatic and Jenna just dropped down on her bed and glanced at the side of her bed you were sleeping on.

A single question went through her mind. ‘Is it just a crush or am I in love?’

And worse than anything, she knew exactly what the answer was.

~X~

Another night shoot extended from Friday to Saturday and you all ended up going to a local fast food restaurant for a quick bite. You haven’t really slept that much the night before, you barely took a nap, really, instead you made sure Jenna was okay as she slept. The hours after the panic attacks were generally difficult, the body still full of adrenaline and prone to restless night filled with randomly waking up from either a nightmare or just for any reason really. Luckily Jenna didn’t wake up, and she didn’t have nightmares, but you still stayed awake, letting her basically use your chest as a pillow. It wasn’t until the morning that you actually slipped out from under her and went to get some work done on your laptop.

It was a good thing none of you were all that easily recognizable just yet, because all any of you wanted right now was to have a quick bite at three in the morning and go to sleep as quickly as possible. You were so tired and desperate to sleep that you just ordered fries and were sleepily munching on them as you leaned on the wall.

Weight dropped onto your side, and you looked down, seeing Jasmin, who was previously sitting next to you, just leaning her back on your side and eating her meal. “Get off,” you muttered sleepily, though you didn’t move to push her off, it wasn’t worth the effort.

“Nah, you’re comfier than my chair,” she downed the rest of her soda and yawned. “Where were you last night?” that definitely woke you up, and it seemed to wake the rest of your co-stars as well.

“Oh, late night escapades? Someone got lucky?” Sonia teased you as you rolled your eyes.

“Mhm, all the Pokémon I caught got really lucky,” you dismissed them both and pretended to get really invested in the menu. From the corner of your eye, you noticed Jenna barely containing the blush appearing on her face.

“I’d believe it if the Pokémon was 5 foot 1,” Mason joked earning a laugh from Jasmin and Sonia and causing Jenna to look down and make herself as small as she could be.

“Mason,” Melissa warned him to stop with a look.

“Yeah, not happening after that thing on the set the other day,” Jack commented, and you could swear you could hear the pin drop when he said that, and you sat up, pushing Jasmin off you as well.

“None of your business, any of this,” the glare you sent Jack was more than enough of the message, because you haven’t once gotten angry on set, haven’t once raised your voice, haven’t once gotten as serious as you did just now.

“Okay, okay, let’s just finish eating and chill,” Mikey jumped in to calm the situation down before it could escalate further and a single glance toward Jenna told you to drop it, to not bother with this anymore. So, for Jenna, you did, you just huffed and finished your food.

“Good idea, tensions are high, we’re all tired, let’s just go to the beach on Sunday, chill out, relax,” Mason suggested and thus the conversation of where you were last night, or your and Jenna’s failed kiss scene got pushes aside in favor of making plans for Sunday.

When you came back to the room you got ready for bed and glanced at your phone. “Fuck it,” you unlocked it and opened your Instagram messages with Jenna.

03:43 YN L/N: How are you?

You sat down on your bed, wondering if you should really be as glued to your phone as you were right now, waiting to see if Jenna would answer it. Ten minutes passed as you doom scrolled through different posts when your phone buzzed,

03:53 Jenna Ortega: Sorry, I was taking a shower

Well, that was an information you did not need to know. And you definitely didn’t need to form that imagine in your head! Damn you brain!

03:53 Jenna Ortega: I’m okay, I promise. ❤️❤️ Glasses though? You didn’t explain them this morning

You honestly hoped she wasn’t trying to change the subject and was just curious. Too bad the answer was quite a boring one.

03:54 Y/N L/N: Sorry to disappoint, it’s just for blue light, I wear them when I work on my laptop. Should probably wear them when I watch movies in bed as well

03:55 Jenna Ortega: That would be very appreciated. Want to watch something tomorrow?

03:55 Jenna Ortega: As long as you wear glasses of course 🥺

Okay, she wasn’t changing the subject. That made you grin.

03:56 Y/N L/N: Sure, you’re picking a movie this time

You really couldn’t handle watching another disaster, even if you and Jenna turned it into something fun.

Jenna just sent you a thumbs up and you could finally rest.

~X~

A weekend filled with rest and relaxation, both on the beach and in Jenna’s room watching movies and hanging out later you and Jenna were once again filming together. The scene where C/N comes into her room while Sam is sleeping, after Tara figures out Amber is one of the killers. Melissa wasn’t with you, since she would basically be in only several frames, and under the blanket so her double handled that bit of the scene. Jenna was already in the position as you came into the room, followed by the camera.

Jenna looked, well she always looked beautiful, but the dim light bouncing off her face, the way her eyes shone in the darkness, it made you freeze completely, ruining the first take. “Sorry!” you quickly apologized to everyone around you and shrugged at Jenna who just gave you a thumbs up.

You could feel yourself getting into trouble over this.

‘She’s your co-star and a dear friend, get it together!’ you took a deep breath and pushed the growing feelings for Jenna down as much as you could. You had to, otherwise you’d really be in trouble, and it would only be a matter of time before it becomes too difficult to hide. You couldn’t afford that, Jenna was too important to you to just let the unrequited feelings mess things up.

~X~

She couldn’t black out again, she struggled to get into Tara’s character, though it didn’t matter. The scene in question was a soft, romantic one, and as you slipped under the covers and she hugged you Jenna noticed she was much calmer this time. The worry from the last time persisted, strengthened by the trust forged between you.

How would you feel knowing she couldn’t properly separate you and your character? She imagined it would feel unpleasant to say the least.

At the same time she was very much aware that you both crossed that line between personal and professional in more ways than one. Staying by Jenna’s side through her panic attack and the days that followed were the proof of that, and you were aware of Jenna’s issue with filming these scenes with you. You just didn’t know the exact reason, still believing Jenna’s issues were just based on your friendship and not the already developed crush Jenna had on you.

So, instead of blacking out like she was used to doing, Jenna decided to just go with the flow, to let the scene play out the way she felt it should.

“Call me love again,” she said her line and got lost in your eyes. Were you just acting? Looking at her with so much love and admiration? Was there even a hint of real feelings or was she just a lovestruck teen getting ahead of herself?

“I’ll call you whatever you want, Love,” your voice was just as gentle as it was last week when she was having a panic attack, just as soft, and you glanced at her lips for a moment. Should she go off script? Would you let her? From what she saw you wouldn’t have any troubles stopping Jenna way before she could make you uncomfortable.

“Again,” it felt so easy, so right this time. The guilt over not blacking out was there, she doubted she could ever be rid of it as long as these feelings remained, but there was a pull she couldn’t get ignore. A pull she didn’t want to ignore, and she just let it lead her, pull her closer to you.

“My Love,” the scene was supposed to end there, you were done, you just needed to wait for Matt to say ‘Cut’ and be done with it, but she leaned in, looking for the permission in your eyes and you actually closed the distance as well.

She could almost feel the brush of your lips against her own and you both waited a moment, waiting for anyone to stop you, but no one said anything and Jenna just leaned in, kissing you in the most modest way she possibly could, just connecting your lips.

It felt right, it felt right for the characters, it felt right for the two of you, it just felt right. And it felt good. She really was in trouble as she tentatively deepened the kiss and you brushed your fingers against her cheek, cradling it before Jenna pulled away, unable to wipe the smile of her face. It was nowhere near as passionate as the kiss the script originally intended, but you kissed, even if it was just an improvisation.

“Cut, I guess. I have no words,” Matt sighed and Jenna honestly felt pity for him. Just last week she stopped a kiss scene and now she included an unscripted kiss without talking to anyone, you included, about it. “Don’t get me wrong, that was great, but still, no words.”

“You can always cut the kiss part,” you chimed in as Jenna sat up and moved to the edge of the bed to sit while you seemed to just be content lying there.

Tyler sighed and approached you and Jenna. “Okay, we really need to sit down and figure out where your characters are. Do we cut out Tara and Amber’s relationship and have Tara and C/N together from the start? Remove any of Tara’s relationships from this movie and just get Tara and C/N together in the sequel if it happens? Have them get together here? You’ve been playing these characters for over a month now, where do you see them?”

Jenna didn’t expect this question, she didn’t expect to be asked, or to influence the decision in a way. Though, she would be lying if she said she didn’t appreciate it. “They are both traumatized, they aren’t ready for a relationship,” she began, her voice shaking slightly until you finally sat up and put your arm around her shoulder.

Matt raised an eyebrow at that but didn’t make any comments.

“That hardly ever stops people from getting into relationships,” Tyler pointed out, and well, she really couldn’t disagree with that.

“True, but this would be a really bad timing,” you easily took her side and in response to that Jenna leaned a bit closer to you. If she had to pick out just one thing she really loved about you it would have to be how confident you were. You made discussing with movie directors look easy, like you were certain there wouldn’t be bruised egos after the conversation.

Still, there was a growing feeling within her, something that’s been on her mind since she first read the script. Even if the actual kiss, as far as kissing you went, it still felt rushed for Tara and C/N, and being traumatized was just a part of her reasoning. “Can’t we just make a bridge between this movie and the sequel if it gets approved?”

Matt finally joined the three of you. “What do you mean?”

Jenna felt her cheeks turning slightly red. As used to attention as she was it still felt embarrassing at times. “You want to make C/N retire from MMA, you want to get them together, so why not just do it in a short movie? Release it online just before the sequel if we end up making one?” thinking about it now she figured there were several flaws in her idea, mainly getting the higher ups to agree to the idea, but she genuinely thought that would be for the best.

You nodded at her idea. “Complications aside, as far as the actual story goes, this is about as realistic as it can get for their relationship, regardless of whether or not Tara and Amber stay as girlfriends in the final cut. C/N just reunited with Susan and nearly lost Tara several times, and Tara got attacked, nearly died, and then had to shoot her girlfriend slash friend. They aren’t fit to start a relationship at any point of the movie,” you absolutely agreed with Jenna.

And from the looks of it, so did Matt and Tyler as they exchanged a look. “Okay, we’ll see what we can do a d get back to you about it soon enough,” Tyler agreed.

A/N: Right, those familiar with the previous EF4 will notice that nothing from that chapter appeared in this one. With the plans I have I figured it would be better to have two decently long chapters instead of having another huge chapter. Since I already deleted the previous versions I figured I can forget about the same chapter covers the same thing rule. Again, most of the things that happened in original EF will still happen, now it might just happen a chapter or two later.

Have fun reading and do tell me your thoughts on the chapter, they do make me write faster. 😁😁💙

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AdamsApple Month Harvest!

Horns and Tail~

this is a bit short and i left it open ended? so you all can pick if adam forgives lucifer or not! i might write more for it, or i might not!

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Sometimes, he forgets.

In the quiet of a cold night, Adam shivered, curled up beneath a thin blanket, while the chill of winter slipped into every crevice. He felt his skin prickle as a gust swept over him, pulling him back to wakefulness, disoriented and aching. His mind, tangled with dreams, urged him into the dimness of the living room, yet something held him tightly. He tried to twist free, but a firm warmth wrapped around him, like an anchor in the dark, keeping him still.

He blinked, but all he saw was an expanse of shadow. Each blink grew faster, more desperate, as his eyes began to sting with unshed tears, breath hitching painfully in his chest. Just as the tightness rose and his vision blurred, a soft voice whispered his name.

“Adam…”

The familiar sound melted the dread inside him. A gentle hand touched his shoulder, rubbing soothing circles, while another tangled itself in his messy red hair, drawing him close. He could feel a calmness ebbing through him, warmth slipping into the hollow spaces the cold had left behind.

“I-Is it… is it snowing?” he mumbled.

“Not yet,” a low voice answered with a quiet hum. “But soon. The storm will be here soon.”

“Oh…” Adam tried to steady his breath, but his lips quivered. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to fall asleep on you again.”

The other man’s hand settled on his cheek, brushing back a stray tear. “It’s alright. I don’t mind at all.” He chuckled softly, “Besides, I do the same after I’ve had a bit too much wine.”

Adam managed a small smile. Yes, he knew that all too well. Nights at the tavern often ended with the other staggering home, collapsing onto Adam with a soft, warm weight. The mornings that followed were some of his most cherished memories, a quiet joy and comfort in their shared space.

“I’m here,” the voice murmured, “I’ve got you. You’re not alone, Adam.”

Adam’s heart thudded gently, words rising to his lips, but his companion silenced him with a kiss, a soft warmth that chased away the last of his fear. His head tipped back, lips parting as he leaned into the touch, feeling the familiar heat flutter down his spine. His hands, uncertain but brave, reached out, finding their way along the contours of his lover’s form—slender legs, soft fabric, the brush of fingers against skin. His fingers met with soft, dark hair, longer than he remembered, spilling across his hands.

“Your hair is getting long again, Lucifer,” he whispered, a small laugh escaping him.

Lucifer scoffed against his lips. “It is not,” he murmured, pressing their foreheads together. “It only feels that way because we’re lying here.”

Adam’s hand trailed through the familiar tangle of dark locks. “It’s almost to your shoulders.”

Lucifer chuckled, pulling him closer. “Then I suppose you’ll just have to remind me to cut it.”

In the stillness, Adam felt the weight of Lucifer’s gaze on him, the silent understanding that connected them. Despite the terror that had lingered, Lucifer was here, as he always was—solid, unwavering. Adam’s breath hitched as a tear slid down his cheek, and Lucifer brushed it away, his voice soft and low, echoing against the quiet.

“Adam… tell me how I can help?”

Adam shook his head, voice choked. “You can’t… I just—hate this, Lucifer. I hate it so much.”

“I know,” Lucifer whispered, gathering Adam into his arms, resting his forehead against Adam’s. “If I could, I’d take it from you. Every bit of it.”

Adam’s hands tightened against him, the pain too raw, too real. “I don’t want anyone else to carry it. I just don’t understand why it happened. Why God didn’t stop it…”

Lucifer held him close, his hand trailing slow, reassuring circles across Adam’s back. He didn’t answer, didn’t offer hollow reassurances; he simply stayed, holding Adam in the silence that followed, letting him release the weight of words he could not say.

Eventually, Adam eased back, his face buried in the folds of Lucifer’s shirt. His fingers traced the familiar fabrics, the delicate ribbon, the soft cotton. He breathed in, comforted by Lucifer’s scent, the grounding presence of him.

“I��m alright now,” Adam murmured, steadying himself. “Sorry, Luci…”

“Don’t apologize,” Lucifer whispered, his voice playful but gentle, “I promised I’d be here. We promised to face this together, didn’t we?”

Adam nodded, a shy smile growing on his lips. “We did. Together.”

Lucifer chuckled, tipping Adam back onto the grass, positioning himself with a smirk Adam could practically feel. “Good. I’m not letting you run away from me.”

“Luci!” Adam laughed, batting at him, though his laughter grew as Lucifer’s warmth surrounded him again.

He felt the heat rise in his cheeks, the flutter of something deeper—of safety, of love. Lucifer leaned in closer, grinning as he scattered soft kisses along Adam’s cheeks and nose, murmuring little endearments, each word steeped in mischief.

As Lucifer leaned down again, Adam reached up, pressing his hand to Lucifer’s chest, their faces close. They held each other’s gaze, a world of silent promise lingering between them. When Lucifer’s lips finally touched his, Adam let his own guard slip away, allowing himself to be held, cherished, loved.

And under the blanket of stars, they stayed entwined, the winter’s chill nothing compared to the warmth that bloomed between them. The night whispered promises, filling the quiet with hope as they held each other close, two souls bound in love, stronger than any storm that might come.

Lucifer smiled, his blue eyes bright with affection as he took in Adam’s flushed cheeks, the blush deepening across his freckled skin.

“So, am I forgiven for being mean?” he murmured, his warm breath ghosting over Adam’s lips, the space between them barely a whisper.

Adam pouted, instinctively trying to turn away, though Lucifer’s gentle grip held him still.

“Maybe… but only if you stop teasing,” he replied, his voice softened with a shy smile.

The night air around them was crisp and laden with the promise of the coming snowstorm, the chill creeping slowly up from the frozen earth. Unable to see Lucifer, Adam reached out, trailing a careful hand along his shoulder until his fingers found the line of Lucifer’s jaw, taking in the faint stubble beneath his fingertips and the cascade of midnight hair that brushed his shoulders. A quiet, trembling sigh slipped from his lips as he leaned into Lucifer’s warmth, drawn to his steady heartbeat, an anchor against the cold.

Lucifer chuckled softly, his voice as warm and smooth as velvet. “Alright, alright. I promise, no more teasing… for now.”

Tilting Adam’s chin with practiced gentleness, he pressed a soft kiss to his forehead, the touch lingering just long enough to send Adam’s pulse racing.

“Just… stay close,” Adam whispered, his words barely audible. His hands curled into Lucifer’s shirt, grounding himself as his heart hammered in his chest, every beat amplified in the stillness of the night. “I just want you near, Luci. Right here.”

Lucifer wrapped his arms protectively around Adam, pulling him even closer, until they were sharing each breath, the warmth between them sealing away the cold.

“Always,” he whispered, his voice low and steady. “I’m not going anywhere.”

He traced soothing circles along Adam’s back, his touch gentle and calming, until he felt the last of Adam’s tension slip away, melting into his embrace like snowflakes against warm skin.

Adam let out a soft laugh, arching himself up on his elbows. With a shy determination, he leaned forward, his hand finding its way along Lucifer’s jawline as he kissed him. The kiss began gently, almost hesitant, but then Lucifer pressed back with a bit more fervour, guiding Adam down onto the soft blankets. Their lips parted, and Adam felt the warmth of Lucifer’s breath and the electricity between them grow, each touch leaving chills that seemed to melt into a deeper heat.

“Sorry,” Lucifer whispered, his voice slightly unsteady as he pulled back. He brushed his fingers over Adam’s cheek, his voice tinged with concern. “Did I hurt you? Was I too rough last night?”

Adam blinked, licking his lips with a bashful smile. “What? No… no, not at all. I’m just… a little sore, but it’s a good kind of sore.”

Lucifer nodded, his hand drifting down to trace delicate patterns on Adam’s collarbone, then pressing a few feather-light kisses along its line.

“Are you uncomfortable?” he asked softly. “We can stop anytime.”

Adam chuckled, his cheeks warming under Lucifer’s gentle attention.

“No, it’s not that. It’s just…” He bit his lip, feeling the nerves settle into his stomach. “I want to be here with you, I really do. I’m just… nervous again.”

“Nervous?” Lucifer’s tone softened; his thumb tracing circles over Adam’s knuckles as he held his hand. “Why? Am I… am I doing something wrong?”

Adam shook his head, a faint smile playing on his lips. “No, Luci. It’s not you. You’re… you’re perfect. It’s me. I always feel this way… like maybe I don’t know how to keep up with you.”

With a tender sigh, Lucifer cupped Adam’s cheek, his voice a low, soothing murmur. “I’m not perfect, Adam. No one is. We’re just two people figuring things out… together. And that’s all I want with you.”

Adam’s hand found Lucifer’s, and he wrapped his fingers around it, grounding himself in the warmth and strength there. “I know. I just… can’t help it. I get nervous all the time; afraid I might mess this up somehow.”

Lucifer leaned down, pressing his forehead against Adam’s. “You know I’d never let anything happen to you, right?”

His voice was firm but gentle, his thumb brushing along Adam’s cheekbone. “It’s alright to feel nervous, but please remember—I’ll always be here to catch you if you trip.”

Adam’s lips curled into a soft smile as he breathed in the comforting scent of Lucifer, steady and reassuring. “…I love you.”

Lucifer’s smile mirrored his, the words coming easily as he whispered back, “I love you too.”

Then, he wrapped his arms around Adam, pulling him close in a warm, protective embrace, holding him as if he were the most precious thing in the world. The night air faded away, leaving only their breaths mingling in the quiet, the unspoken promise of always being right there, together.

Adam’s world hadn’t always been wrapped in darkness. As a child, he’d had perfect eyesight, thank you very much, and he remembered colours, shapes, and faces with an almost wistful clarity. But when he was fourteen, things changed abruptly, his vision slipping away until he was left in an endless blackness. He remembered the frustration, the fear, and the feeling of being adrift, isolated in a world he could no longer navigate alone.

It was during those early days at the hospital that he’d met Lucifer. They were both kids—young, scared, and navigating lives that had been altered in ways neither of them fully understood. Lucifer had his own challenges; he had a foot deformity that made walking difficult. When Adam had asked what exactly that meant, he’d reached out and felt along Lucifer’s leg and foot, half-expecting something strange or jarring. Instead, he’d simply felt another person: warmth, the roughness of skin, and perhaps, as he’d noticed with amusement, a bit more hair.

Honestly, Adam hadn’t cared. What mattered was that Lucifer was there, his steady presence a comforting constant in a world that had become frighteningly unpredictable. In Lucifer, he found someone who understood the subtle rage and sorrow, who shared his jokes and eased his fears. Over the years, they grew closer, the bond between them going far beyond shared hospital visits or childhood dreams. Lucifer’s love was fierce and unwavering, never faltering, never hesitating—even when Adam struggled, even when he doubted himself.

As they lay on the cool grass now, Adam traced his hand along Lucifer’s face, letting his fingers memorize every contour.

“I always knew you were something special,” he murmured. “Even back then… you made everything feel less scary.”

Lucifer’s lips curled in a soft smile beneath Adam’s touch. “I knew you were something special, too. I didn’t want to lose you, no matter what.”

Adam felt warmth flood his chest, and he gave a quiet laugh, burying his face in the crook of Lucifer’s neck. “You never once made me feel different… or broken. I’m grateful for that, Luci. You were my light when I couldn’t find my own.”

Lucifer wrapped his arms around Adam, holding him close. “I’m always going to be here, Adam. You don’t ever have to be in the dark alone.”

He pressed a soft kiss to Adam’s temple, his voice a warm whisper. “It’s you and me, always.”

Adam relaxed, his hand resting on Lucifer’s chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart—a rhythm as sure as their promise to each other, a reminder that he was never alone.

A week later, Adam’s hand clamped tightly in Lucifer’s, Adam clung a bit closer, carefully navigating each step on the uneven forest path. His fingers fidgeted with the loose blue ribbon in his free hand, twisting it as he tried to match Lucifer's sure strides. Though he couldn’t see, he felt utterly surrounded by the quiet of dawn, the soft crunch of leaves underfoot, and the warmth of Lucifer’s hand in his.

They’d been walking for…well, Adam wasn’t exactly sure. All he knew was that it had been chilly when they set out, the early morning silence blanketing the world around them. Gradually, a soft warmth crept over him as sunlight filtered through the trees, and Adam realized the sun had risen. But still, he hadn’t a clue where they were headed.

“Lucifer,” he blurted, tugging his boyfriend’s hand, “I-I forgot my cane! We have to go back.”

Lucifer turned, a soft smile in his voice as he cupped Adam’s cheek. “You don’t need it. You have me, so don’t worry,” he murmured, leaning in close. “I’ll be your eyes.”

Adam’s cheeks burned. “I…well, I’m not so sure—”

“Don’t you trust me?” Lucifer teased, his tone as warm as the sunlight on Adam’s face. “Not even your charming boyfriend?”

Adam lifted a hand, aiming a playful flick at Lucifer’s nose. From the surprised yelp, he must’ve landed the mark.

“You’re incorrigible,” Adam said, a faint smile tugging at his lips.

“Brutal! My pride,” Lucifer sighed, dramatically pressing a hand to his heart.

Adam could practically hear Lucifer’s grin. “I trust you,” he said softly, his fingers tracing over Lucifer’s as they walked on. “I wouldn’t have let just anyone drag me out of bed so early.”

With a chuckle, Lucifer tilted Adam’s chin up and pressed a gentle kiss to his forehead. “Then you’re in safe hands. I’ll take good care of you.”

Adam let himself relax as Lucifer resumed guiding him. He felt silly for his earlier nervousness; he was with Lucifer, who had always been there for him. Lucifer had been his anchor, especially after the loss of his eyesight, when he’d been too frightened to trust anyone. Lucifer had been the first person he’d spoken to, the one who had coaxed him out of his silence and back into the world.

“What are you thinking about?” Lucifer’s soft voice broke the quiet.

Adam blinked, his face heating. “Just…about how we met.”

Lucifer shifted their hands, his thumb tracing gentle circles over Adam’s knuckles. “Really?”

Adam nodded, fingers brushing his cheek shyly. “I was remembering…when I lost my eyesight. How scared I was, how I hid in the hospital, refusing to let anyone in…”

“I saw you,” Lucifer murmured, his voice close enough to send a shiver through Adam. He felt Lucifer catch him gently as he stumbled over a root, a firm but tender hold that kept him steady.

“I remember.” Adam’s voice was barely a whisper. “That was the first time I opened my hospital curtain. I was about to close it again when…”

Lucifer’s fingers brushed through his hair.

“When I stopped you and started playing for you,” he murmured. “I played you a song, the best I could think up right there.”

“You really made it up on the spot?” Adam gasped, awed. “But it was perfect! You didn’t miss a single word.”

Lucifer spun him gently, wrapping his arms around him with such care that Adam felt cocooned in his warmth. They were ‘hospital bed neighbours.’ Lucifer had been waiting for a moment to interact with Adam, but he always kept that blasted curtain drawn.

“I am a professional, after all,” he laughed softly. “But honestly…that was the moment I fell in love with you.”

Adam’s breath caught. “You did?”

He felt himself blush even harder, overwhelmed.

“I’d never seen anyone smile the way you did,” Lucifer murmured, holding Adam close. “Your smile…you were so beautiful. I couldn’t stay away after that.”

Adam’s heart fluttered as Lucifer nuzzled his cheek, his words melting away the last of Adam’s doubts. In that tender silence, Lucifer pulled him in, guiding him into a kiss, their breaths mingling until they were both breathless and warm.

When they finally pulled back, Adam let out a shy laugh, feeling himself flush deeply.

“How do you always make me feel like this?” he mumbled, looking away bashfully.

Lucifer’s fingers traced Adam’s cheek, planting soft kisses over his nose. “You’re adorable,” he teased. “And don’t even think of denying it.”

“Annoying,” Adam muttered, but his smile was undeniable. Lucifer only laughed, tugging him close once more, his laughter a bright warmth in the quiet morning.

“Happy birthday, my love,” Lucifer whispered, his voice brushing close to Adam’s ear. Adam felt a warm tingle at the sentiment and leaned into the embrace, savouring the rare quiet and the familiar, comforting presence of Lucifer beside him.

“Where are we going?” he asked softly.

“Still a surprise!” Lucifer replied with a grin, pressing a quick, playful kiss to Adam’s cheek. But Adam didn’t mind. With Lucifer’s hand in his, every step felt like an adventure, wrapped in the certainty that, as always, he was safe.

Lucifer’s hand cupped the back of Adam’s head, bringing their lips together in a slow, possessive kiss that left Adam’s doubts melting into silence. The kiss deepened, Lucifer’s tongue slipping past his lips with a tender urgency, his other hand moving deliberately up Adam’s side, fingers tracing gentle patterns through layers of fabric. As Lucifer’s hand glided over Adam’s chest, then up to cradle his neck, Adam felt himself shiver, caught between warmth and an ache he couldn’t name.

"Now," Lucifer murmured, his lips brushing close enough that Adam could feel his breath, "Tell me what’s on your mind. Don’t hold back."

Adam stammered, voice soft, “I… I was just worried you were slipping away… It felt like you’d grown bored, and—”

“Bored?” Lucifer’s tone dropped to a low, almost disbelieving whisper. "Adam, I’m captivated by you. How could you ever think I’d be bored?”

Adam shifted his feet, fingers nervously tugging his shirt. “You’ve been so distant lately. I kept hearing people say it’s normal for… lovers to fall out of love. I thought maybe…”

His voice trailed off, leaving the fear hanging between them.

Lucifer’s hand tightened, pulling Adam’s fingers to his own chest, pressing them over his heart.

“Feel that?” he murmured, his voice a gentle command. Underneath Adam’s fingertips, he felt the fierce thud of Lucifer’s heartbeat, almost unnaturally rapid.

“Your heart…” Adam’s voice caught, awestruck. “It’s beating so fast. Are… are you alright?”

Lucifer laughed, low and soft. “My heart does that every time I’m near you. You’re everything, Adam.”

He leaned in, his voice almost a whisper. “There is nothing—no one—more important to me.”

Adam felt his cheeks burn, wrapping his arms around Lucifer, feeling the weight of unspoken words still thick in the air between them. “Then why… why have you been so distant?”

“It’s… difficult to explain,” Lucifer hesitated, pulling back just enough to lace their fingers together. “I’ve been working on something for you. A… reveal, let’s say, and I worry that once you know it all, you might not want to stay.”

Adam froze, a startled gasp escaping him. The words lodged deep, twisting with both hope and dread.

“Why would you think that?” he breathed.

Lucifer’s fingers traced a gentle line down Adam’s hand.

“Promise me,” he whispered, almost desperately, “That you’ll try to keep an open mind.”

There was something raw, almost broken, in Lucifer’s voice, and Adam squeezed his hand, trying to steady his own voice. “I… I promise. I trust you.”

Lucifer leaned forward, pressing a swift, fleeting kiss to Adam’s lips, then took his hand again, leading him forward. Adam followed with blind trust, feeling the earth shift beneath his feet as they stepped into a space that felt… sacred. He sensed the openness of the clearing; the branches no longer brushed him, and he could feel the faint warmth of sunlight beginning to break through.

“Where… where are we?” he asked, his voice barely a whisper.

“This place means everything to me.” Lucifer’s voice softened, filled with an almost reverent tone.

“Here, touch this.” He guided Adam’s hand to a delicate blossom. “It’s called a wind-bell. Blue and white, it glows when night falls, like stars scattered over petals.”

Adam’s fingers brushed the soft, strange petals, longing to see their glow. “I… I’m sure it’s beautiful.”

“I wish I could show you,” Lucifer murmured, his voice thick with something deeper, darker. “This place… it’s tied to me in ways I can’t explain. And I want you to know it all. I want there to be no more barriers between us.”

A cool shiver traced up Adam’s spine, yet he reached out, hand searching through the air until his fingers found Lucifer’s. Their hands met, and something powerful and unspoken passed between them.

“Just follow me,” Lucifer said, his voice softer than before. “I’ll guide you. You’re safe with me.”

They continued forward, and Adam felt the grass grow longer and thicker around him, brushing up to his knees. When he reached out, it felt almost otherworldly—softer and warmer than any grass he’d ever known. Then his fingers brushed something rough, ancient, and alive.

“This… this is my Apple Tree,” Lucifer said, reverent. Adam laid his palm against the bark, and a strange energy pulsed through it, warm and steady, as if it were breathing.

“It’s… it’s alive,” Adam whispered, awestruck, sensing something deep and untamed. “How…?”

Lucifer’s hand joined his on the tree, fingers folding around his. “There are secrets, Adam. Things that can’t always be explained… but magic is real. This tree, this place… it’s all real.”

“Magic?” Adam’s voice caught, almost a breathless laugh. “But… that can’t be…”

Lucifer’s fingers tightened on his. “Why not?”

Adam let out a soft whine, biting down on his lip. "This tree… it’s really filled with magic?"

Lucifer’s voice was a quiet murmur, close to his ear. “Yes. Light magic, to be precise.”

Adam blinked, surprised. “There… there are different kinds of magic?”

A chuckle rumbled through Lucifer, warm and low. “Magic isn’t just one thing. It’s… limitless. It can take different forms, whisper in different sounds, flow in waves you can’t see. You could probably hear it, if you listened.”

“Me? Hear magic?” Adam’s voice was a breathless murmur, disbelieving yet filled with wonder. “Really?”

“Of course.” Lucifer’s handheld steady over Adam’s on the bark, the coolness of his fingers sending faint shivers up Adam’s spine. “I’d wager you’ve heard magic before without even realizing.”

Adam’s lips curved into a small, uncertain smile as he tilted his head, concentrating. He focused on the Apple Tree, letting his other senses take over. Gradually, he became aware of a low, soft hum dancing through the leaves above. It moved with the wind, carrying whispers and the faintest suggestion of motion, like the tree itself was sharing its own sight with him, giving him a glimpse into its world.

Then he felt it—an odd sensation tingling through his hand, coming both from the tree and from Lucifer’s cool, steady touch. It was as though the emotions swirling around the Apple Tree pulsed into him, and Lucifer’s presence amplified it. Goosebumps prickled his skin, climbing from his hand to his elbow, a thrill that raced up his spine, leaving his face flushed.

“It’s… so strange,” Adam giggled softly, his voice breaking with awe.

Lucifer’s hand lingered over Adam’s hand moment longer before pulling back. “That’s only a trace of it. I wanted you to experience seeing differently, through your hands and heart. Magic is everywhere, hidden in nature’s rhythm, in the rush of rivers, the warmth of the earth beneath. It’s woven through everything.”

Adam’s breath hitched. There was so much he wanted to say, questions that burned inside him. How did Lucifer know so much about magic? How had he found this place—and why did this Apple Tree seem to belong to him in some secret, unspoken way?

Adam ran his fingers over the bark again, feeling the strange, pulsing hum within the Apple Tree. But the more he tried to understand, the more it slipped away, like smoke through his fingers.

"Why bring me here?” he murmured, frowning. “What makes this tree so special?”

Lucifer went quiet, the air between them thickening. "I… I’ve made mistakes, Adam."

His voice was barely a whisper, laced with something that sounded like regret. "Choices that… I thought would lead us somewhere beautiful. But they took us somewhere else entirely.”

Adam’s brow furrowed, confusion growing as Lucifer’s words twisted into shadows in his mind. "I don’t understand… what do you mean?"

Lucifer’s hand slipped from his, the warmth fading. “A long time ago, I took something I shouldn’t have. I thought it would make us closer, thought it would… but it hurt you, Adam. It hurt you deeply, and I didn’t see it until it was too late.”

Adam could feel his heart quickening. Lucifer’s tone was so raw, so vulnerable, yet the words were like a language he didn’t fully understand. “What did you take, Lucifer?”

Lucifer hesitated, his voice lowering. “I thought… I thought you’d be happier without them. Without Lilith, without Eve. I wanted you to see that it was always meant to be us. Just us. I wanted… wanted you to choose me. And so, I… I pushed her, in ways I shouldn’t have. And then you… you went with her, you followed her out of Eden and you’ve been in darkness ever since.”

The implications struck Adam like a cold wave, leaving him unsteady on his feet.

“Darkness?” His voice shook, and he slowly pulled his hand away from Lucifer’s. “Are you saying… Are you saying this is your fault?”

Lucifer didn’t answer. He only looked at Adam, his silence heavy with words he wasn’t saying. Adam took a shaky step back, the bark of the tree rough against his fingers.

“I-I don’t understand,” he stammered. “What are you talking about? Who is Lilith? And… Eve?”

Lucifer’s hand twitched, reaching for him, but he paused, his fingers closing into a fist. “Adam, please… it’s not something I can explain so easily. I wanted… I wanted to bring you here, back to Eden. To make things right.”

The word struck something deep inside Adam, a raw ache he couldn’t place. “Eden?”

His heart pounded, and he took another shaky step backward, his hands flaring in front of him as if searching for something solid. “Lucifer, where did you take me?”

“It’s… it’s okay, Adam.” Lucifer’s voice softened, trying to soothe. “Once you remember, it’ll all make sense. Everything will be as it was, before Lilith, before Eve. Just you and me… how it was always meant to be.”

Adam’s breath came faster, his pulse erratic. The fragments of what Lucifer was saying circled in his mind, strange pieces that didn’t fit.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about… please, I just want to go home. Take me back,” he whispered, his voice barely audible.

Lucifer moved closer, his hand brushing against Adam’s cheek. “Adam, listen to me. This will make it all better. Once you remember… we’ll be whole again.”

Adam jerked away, a whimper slipping from his lips as he tried to make sense of the terror thrumming through him. “Remember? Remember what?”

Lucifer paused, his own hands falling to his sides. “The garden… our garden. Eden, the place where it all began. I was so jealous, Adam. So afraid I’d lose you to them. And now… I’ve spent ages trying to fix what I did.”

His voice cracked, his fingers twitching as if reaching for something just out of reach. “This is our chance to make things right.”

Adam’s face paled, stumbling back as his hands caught in the cool grass and low branches around him. “Fix… what, Lucifer?” He could feel his voice edging on desperation. “Just take me home!”

Lucifer’s gaze darkened, his expression both longing and haunted. “Adam, please, don’t you want to remember? Don’t you want us to be together? Like it was supposed to be?”

But Adam’s head shook, panicked and frantic.

“I don’t want this—I don’t want to remember. Just take me home, Lucifer, please,” he choked, his voice laced with fear as he pulled further away, stumbling blindly, lost in a place that felt both foreign and achingly familiar.

Adam sighed, rubbing his face as the weight of confusion settled heavily upon him. Released from the strange embrace, he fell forward, landing face-first on the ground. Pain shot through his body, but he pushed himself up, fingers splayed against the earth as he struggled to grasp what was happening.

“I’m so confused,” he mumbled, his voice shaky. “I don’t understand what’s going on.”

“Adam,” came the voice he knew so well, its tone both frantic and gentle. Lucifer was near, hovering above him like a spectre, yet still so achingly familiar. “Are you okay? Are you hurt? Where does it hurt?”

Adam’s ears perked up, and a breath hitched in his throat. Even with the confusion swirling around him, he could feel the unmistakable presence of his boyfriend, yet it did little to alleviate the turmoil within. He stretched out a weak hand, awkwardly navigating the thin air, searching for him.

“Lucifer? I…where are you?”

Suddenly, two hands slid around his own, startling him. They seemed to come from above, an angle that defied logic.

“You’re…floating?” he stammered, bewildered.

A soft chuckle resonated in the air, warm yet haunting. “Something like that.”

“I don’t understand,” Adam admitted, confusion deepening, his heart racing in his chest.

“I know,” Lucifer whispered, and the sadness in his voice wrapped around Adam like a shroud.

Then, without warning, Adam felt the caress of countless feathers brush across his skin. He jolted, his head whipping to the side, pressing against his shoulder as he stumbled back, nearly losing his balance.

“What’s that? And why do you sound so different? What’s going on, for real this time?”

Lucifer’s voice was different—airy and ethereal, like the wind itself was speaking through him, but the familiar softness still anchored Adam. “Here,” he said, taking Adam’s hands once more. “Feel.”

Feel? Adam swallowed thickly, trembling. “Okay…”

“Just trust me,” Lucifer urged, curling his hands around Adam’s. But the texture was strange; his touch felt oddly rough, fingers long and pointed, like claws that scraped against Adam’s palms. Lucifer guided Adam’s hands to his cheeks, breathing in deeply. “Just…keep feeling.”

Tentatively, Adam moved his hands up to the sides of Lucifer’s head, toward the silky strands of his blonde hair. He couldn’t see, but he could sense the weight of something more—two protrusions at the crown of Lucifer's head, sharp and ominous. His breath hitched as he followed them upward, realization dawning like a dark cloud settling in.

Horns.

Lucifer had horns.

Suddenly, a rush of feathers swept across Adam’s face, startling him further. “Lucifer? Are you, um, an angel or something?”

“I have another, more known name,” Lucifer replied, the air around them thickening with tension.

“Huh?” Adam tilted his head, trying to angle his hand toward the source of the feathers, his heart racing. “Another name?”

A soft hum of amusement escaped Lucifer as he caressed Adam’s cheek. “You know it.”

“I do?”

“Yes. Once…you realize who I am…you might not want anything to do with me…”

The words hung between them like a spectre, chilling Adam to the bone. A swirl of emotions coursed through him, twisting his insides. No. No, it couldn’t be.

“Lucifer…what do you mean?” he whispered, disbelief creeping into his voice.

The winds around them shifted, vibrant and alive, almost responding to the dread rising within Adam.

“Lucifer has wings too. Wings of feathers and horns.”

The realization hit him like ice water. He felt a flicker of something brushing against his hip, like a tail.

“Lilith? Eve? Eden?!”

His breath came faster, heart pounding in his chest as he realized what this meant. An archangel punished, cast out of Heaven for deceiving the first humans. For tricking Eve…

“No. No, it couldn’t be…” he murmured to himself, shaking his head in frantic denial. “N-No, that’s not possible, you can’t be—”

“Adam.”

Inhaled sharply, gathering all his courage, he forced the words out. “The Devil?”

Silence engulfed them, thick and heavy. Adam’s heart raced, every beat echoing in his skull as the winds grew stronger, swirling around him like a storm.

“Does that scare you?”

Gasping, Adam felt his entire body tremble. “Y-You’re the Devil!”

Oh God! The devil was real! He wasn’t just a silly myth! He was flesh and blood, standing before him! Lucifer was the fallen archangel, the King of Hell! His boyfriend—this sweet, charming man—was the very embodiment of darkness!

Panic surged through Adam, stiffening him. His arms locked to his sides, and he instinctively took a step back, grappling with the shock. “Y-You’re the Devil and I—”

He yelped as he was suddenly thrown backward, landing flat on his back with a weight pressing down on him. Hands held his face, a warm breath nudging against his own.

“Lucifer may be my other name, but I am Lucifer to you!” he cried, desperation colouring his words. “I am Luci. I am still your boyfriend!”

A gasp escaped Adam’s lips, his mind spinning. “I-I—”

“No,” Lucifer interrupted, a fervent hiss escaping him. “Lucifer.”

“Lucifer…” Adam nodded, though confusion clouded his thoughts. “I-I know that. I know that. It’s just…you’re the Archangel Lucifer. And that’s…you’re the Devil! How am I supposed to process this?”

Lucifer pressed his face into Adam’s throat, surrendering to the closeness. “But I’m still me. I’m still just Lucifer.”

“Then why reveal yourself now?” Adam managed, struggling to find clarity.

“I didn’t want to continue lying to the one I love,” Lucifer murmured, his voice muffled against Adam’s skin. “I didn’t want to hide from you, especially you. You’re…my everything. Oh, Adam. I’ve been looking for you for so long!”

This was the true Lucifer. The devil, the fallen one, cloaked in mystery and longing.

Slowly, Adam sat up, the weight of the moment pressing heavily on his chest. Lucifer allowed the space, shifting back, but their proximity remained intoxicating. Adam could feel the heat radiating from him, the urgency in the air thick with unspoken words. Gulping, Adam pushed his thick orange fringe out of his face.

“I don’t understand. You’re Lucifer? All this time, the Devil lived among us?” His mind raced with the implications. “B-but why? Why didn’t you…were you really the cause of all those terrible, horrible, evil things?”

He paused, heart aching as uncertainty gripped him. “Was anything between us real?! Was it all just—just a joke to you? To amuse yourself or something?”

Lucifer gasped, his hands trembling as he reached for Adam, who flinched away. “What? No, no, no, Adam! That's not it at all! I love you!”

Panic surged within Adam, a tidal wave of emotions crashing over him.

“You’re just tricking me!” he shouted, his voice quaking with fear. “You think I’m just some pathetic toy to mess with! That I’m amusing to you, don’t you?”

His heart raced, and he couldn’t hold back the bitterness that bubbled up. “You played me, Lucifer! You made me feel like I mattered, like I was special, but it was all a game to you, wasn’t it?”

“No! Adam, please!” Lucifer’s voice was desperate, filled with anguish. “It’s not like that at all! I love you!”

“Love?” Adam spat, tears brimming in his eyes. “What does that even mean coming from you? How can I trust anything you say? You’re the Devil!”

His voice trembled as the weight of the revelation settled heavily upon him. “You manipulated the first humans! You tricked Eve into biting the apple, and now here you are, pretending to care about me!”

“Adam, please listen!” Lucifer urged, his eyes pleading as they locked onto Adam’s. “I’ve been searching for you for so long! I’ve wanted to find you, to be with you. I never meant to hurt you.”

“But how can I believe you?” Adam whispered, his heart aching with confusion. “You’re the one who’s been cast out! You have wings and horns and… everything I thought was just a story!”

“Stories don’t change the truth of what I feel for you,” Lucifer insisted, his voice shaking with sincerity. “I didn’t choose to be cast out, Adam. I chose to protect you, to keep you safe even if it meant hiding who I truly am. I thought you deserved better than the truth.”

“Better?” Adam scoffed, anger mixing with heartbreak. “What kind of better is it to find out that the person I love is actually the Devil? That my feelings were a lie?”

“No!” Lucifer’s hands trembled as he reached out again, desperate to bridge the chasm of doubt that had opened between them. “You were never a lie to me. You were the light in my darkness, the only thing worth fighting for! I’d give up everything to have you in my life!”

Adam recoiled, overwhelmed. “You don’t get to say that! How can I trust a word from you? You’re a fallen angel, a deceiver! I’m just some plaything to you!”

Lucifer’s expression faltered, the pain in his eyes cutting deep. “I am so much more than that, Adam! You are not a toy to me. You are my heart! I’ve never stopped searching for you since the moment we parted. I thought I could never have you again. This isn’t a game—it’s my reality, and you’re at the centre of it.”

“But why?” Adam cried, the tears spilling down his cheeks. “Why would you look for me if you knew what you are? If you knew you’d hurt me?”

“Because I knew the truth of who I am doesn’t change what I feel for you!” Lucifer’s voice cracked, desperation etched into every word. “You are the one who makes my heart feel whole. I’ve waited for so long, and every day without you has been agony. I wanted to show you a world beyond the mundane, one filled with magic and wonder—one where we could be together, just like this!”

Adam shook his head, confusion swirling in his mind. “I… I don’t understand.”

Lucifer stepped closer, the air thick with tension and heartache.

“Let me help you understand. Please, give me a chance to show you that I am still the Lucifer you fell in love with. The devil, yes, but not just that—I am yours.”

With every word, Lucifer's earnestness seeped into the atmosphere, battling against the storm of fear that raged inside Adam. But doubt still clawed at him. “How can you expect me to believe you after everything? After finding out who you really are?”

“Because I am not just the Devil,” Lucifer said, his voice low and fierce. “I am also the one who loves you, Adam. I will fight to prove that to you, no matter the cost. Just please… don’t shut me out.”

Adam’s heart twisted, torn between his fear and the undeniable pull of the love he felt. “I just… need time. I need to think.”

“Take all the time you need,” Lucifer whispered, a flicker of hope igniting in his eyes. “I’ll be right here, waiting for you to remember how deep our connection runs. I won’t give up on us.”

As the weight of his words hung in the air, Adam felt a rush of warmth despite the shadows surrounding them. But he was still trapped in a whirlwind of uncertainty, grappling with the truth and the unknown. What lay ahead felt like an uncharted abyss, but he could sense the flicker of something beautiful waiting to be discovered.

“I-I’m…” Adam began, his voice shaky as he fought back a sob, sniffling and attempting to wipe his tear-streaked face, only to find his hands drenched from the relentless rain. “I’m going h-home now. Alone.”

A gasp sliced through the storm, and Adam could barely make out the voice, lost amid the heavy downpour. “But Adam, we’re far from the gates. You—You won’t be able to find your way back without—”

“I’ll be fine,” he snapped, the anger bubbling up as a shield against the hurt.

“But—”

Before he could finish, Adam felt the warmth of fingertips brush against his arm, startling him.

“Don’t. Touch. Me.”

His words hung in the air like thunder, a heavy silence that threatened to suffocate him. Guilt coiled in his stomach as the echo of his own harshness reverberated in his mind. He shivered as memories of happier moments flooded him, now tainted by betrayal and confusion. Why did this have to happen? Just when he was starting to feel joy again?

“I-I’m sorry,” he mumbled, the words barely escaping his lips. “But…I need time. You—you understand that, right?”

“Please let me at least help you back to Town,” Lucifer’s voice softened, losing the urgency of the winds that had accompanied him. Adam felt the shift and knew, deep down, that he was right. “I can’t—I mean, I can’t live with myself if you…if you got lost out here.”

Adam bit back the bitter retort on the tip of his tongue. He knew he needed someone, anyone, to help him find his way back to the hospital. And of course, it had to be Lucifer, the one person he wanted to push away the most. “Fine,” he relented, nodding mutely.

“Um, you…you will have to hold my hand—”

“We can hold a stick between us.” The words came out sharper than he intended, but Adam felt too raw to care.

“Oh,” Lucifer replied, the disappointment clear in his tone.

Adam swallowed hard, his throat constricting as he battled the emotions swirling within him. The rain pounded around them, muffling the world, drowning out everything except the thoughts spiraling in his mind. A dragon had been close to him; he had touched a dragon. But no—no, he needed to focus on one thing at a time. He needed to get back to his bed. He just wanted to curl up under the quilts and never face the world again.

The journey back to the gates was an agonizing silence, the rain soaking him to the bone. Adam refused to speak, unwilling to break the fragile silence with Lucifer. Thankfully, the Bard didn’t attempt to strike up a conversation either. They walked in the shadow of each other, the weight of unspoken words hanging thick in the air

“We’re here,” Lucifer said, the words heavy and soft, breaking the quiet as they reached the gates.

Adam clicked his tongue, releasing his clammy grip on the soaked stick. It fell to the ground with a squelchy thud, and he stepped onto the platform outside the hospital doors, his heart hammering in his chest. Should he say something? He turned back in the direction where he thought Lucifer stood.

“I need time. I just…need time, Lucifer.” The words felt both like a shield and a knife, protecting him yet cutting deeper.

“I understand,” Lucifer replied, his voice barely above a whisper. “I’ll…I’ll give you all the space you need.”

Adam parted his lips, ready to thank him, but the words twisted in his throat, caught between his heart and his mind. Instead, he turned away, shuffling along the slick floor to the doors, his hands searching for the familiar cold metal handle. As soon as his fingers wrapped around it, he pulled the door open, stepping through and shutting out the chaos of the storm behind him.

As the door clicked shut, the weight of everything crashed down on him. A sob tore free from his lips, raw and painful, echoing in the empty corridor as he leaned against the door. The warmth of the building contrasted sharply with the chill still lingering in his bones, but it did nothing to thaw the icy grip of heartbreak wrapped around his chest. Alone, he could finally let the tears flow freely, the pain unfurling like a dark flower within him, consuming every flicker of light he had fought so hard to reclaim.

#hazbin hotel #lucifer x adam #fanfic #adamsapple #guitarduck #for adamsapple fans #adamsapple month #adamsapple harvest #adamsapple tail and horns

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imgonnagetyoubacktv · 1 year ago

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bestie is coming home on 1st im having thoughts

#obviously i missed her and would love to see her but seeing her brings so many complicated feelings and i hate it #i realised somewhere in the middle of a metro surrounded by a crowd that my bestfriend loves her boyfriend more than she loves me #i saw them flirt and hug and ive known her since we were 11 okay i had never seen her be so happy and calm and peaceful and CONTENT #and it made me feel yuck disgusting gross that i could never give her anything like this in years of our friendship so ofc she loves him #more than me #i used to be annoyed at her telling me about him what he did down to evey detail but there's one i can remember really well #how she was upset with him and he got angry too very angry so she thought he was breaking up with her and she started sobbing so #uncontrollably on the phone itself because she couldn't lose him and so he at like 11 pm?? he left his pg and showed up at her house told #her to come down just to give her a hug and then they went to have ice cream to make her feel better #and i just.#obviously she loves him more ivy you don't even talk to her unless she talks to you you talk once in like 2 months #she has made me realise so many things about love 😭#i think i get it love means showing up being there when the person you love needs you no matter what #like i get it's not always possible real life problems but #like he did have real life problems going out so late getting an auto not even being sure if she would come down cause she has very strict #parents #he was willing to put in all that effort just cause she was sad and that's why she loves him more than me it makes sense #but this is why i feel so scared im not even 2% of the person he is i always feel she is going to realise im an asshole and leave me #but we talk so less it wouldn't even affect me realistically #but then i would have lost all my childhood friends everyone who knew me when i was happy better than present atleast #i would have lost all friends period since i don't have any irl friends 😭#this is why i feel conflicted 😭😭😭

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chososdiscordkitten · 8 months ago

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Baby Fever?!

Synopsis: JJk men/reader have baby fever ≽^•⩊•^≼

Includes: 𝐆𝐨𝐣𝐨, 𝐓𝐨𝐣𝐢, 𝐍𝐚𝐨𝐲𝐚, 𝐆𝐞𝐭𝐨, 𝐍𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐢, 𝐇𝐢𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐮𝐦𝐚, 𝐧𝐝 𝐂𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐨 Content: afab!reader, topics of pregnancy, marriage, breeding, and having children. mostly nsfw (sorry anon) (a.n) Jesus my page has been full of baby fever nd marriage recently.

Dedicated to; this ask.

MDNI

Satoru Gojo

Ever since you first became official- Gojo had this little habit of asking to give you a baby. You always shook him off, telling him ‘no’ because it was far too soon and you were too young to start having children.

Birth control became a necessity because of the little need he had to finish inside of you.

On one occasion of him asking the incessant question- you leaned in real close to his ear, “I will impregnate you.” you whispered.

This unlocked a whole other can of worms in Satoru’s mind. The urge to breed you was strong, but that little promise lit a fire in his soul.

But one day, while out on a date- walking down an empty street, a child no older than 7 or 8 ran up to Satoru, Tears staining his cheeks and asking for his mom.

Though you hardly saw Satoru interact with children in your daily life, you could see his demeanor change from a normal playful one to a more serious and authoritative one.

Crouching down to the child’s height and asking where he last saw his mom and his name—all with calm.

You watched the little interaction unfold before you with wide eyes- the thought that Gojo was too immature to be a father completely being thrown from your mind as Satoru stood up straight and held the child’s hand in his. Guiding him back to where the child last saw his mom and reuniting the stressed mom and the crying child.

After that, more and more little instances Satoru did, made you start contemplating his little offer of giving you a child.

Whenever you’d go shopping with him, you’d always pretend to accidentally stumble across the baby aisle.

Gojo perked a brow, watching your eyes admire the little socks attached to the onside in your hands.

Corner of his lip curled up with a soft giggle, stepping over to you and whispering- “You’re actually considering having a kid?” he teased watching you furrow your eyebrows and hang the little onesie back on the rack.

You shoved him with your elbow, scoffing and making a mental note to never bring this up again.

That night, you were scrolling on your phone- watching any video that popped up of a chunky baby with a soft expression.

Satoru was beside you, focused on his phone, but the sound of a child’s laughter made him look over at you with furrowed eyebrows- peeking over to your phone and watching the tiktok you were looking at.

Some video of a mom showing their child’s massive hair bows- he was about to laugh at how silly the baby looked. Only he scanned your expression and got a hint as to why you hadn’t scrolled yet.

Satoru rolled atop you, resting his head on your sternum and urging you to put your phone down.

Holding his head in your hands- “I can give you a baby if you want one so bad~” he teased, causing you to furrow your eyebrows.

Parting your lips with a soft gasp, “Satoru Gojo!” you feigned shock, whispering, “A child out of wedlock? What would the clan think?” you teased, mushing his cheeks together as he rolled his eyes.

Pulling your hands from his cheeks and hoisting himself up- face to face as he placed a hand between your thighs, urging you to open them.

Placing a kiss on your lips with a smile- “I am the clan.” he scoffed smugly.

Toji Zenin

It all started with one little sentence he littered during intercourse, legs bent to your chest, and Toji pounding into you like his life depended on it.

Something along the lines of, “Gonna breed this perfect pussy-” in a low husky tone. It was muttered- like his internal thoughts seeped from his lips without permission.

But the words stayed in your mind- long after you had cleaned off his copious mess from your center. Even as Toji was snoring next to you- you stayed up thinking about the words he had muttered into the air.

They made you squint thinking about the possibility of it. Questions you wish Toji was awake to ask him.

Rare were the times he would sprinkle dirty talk during sex. But the way he said it, it wasn’t meant to be heard as dirty talk. The way it sounded was he spoke it as a proclamation.

The next morning, when Toji woke up to your face pressed against his chest. Feeling your eyes watch him sleep, he woke up asking you what you needed.

“You want to-” air caught in your throat, recalling what he said. “..breed me?” you whispered, looking at his hazy eyes and furrowed brow.

Corner of his lip curled, “Where’d you get that idea?” he scoffed, closing his eyes and pretending not to feel your harsh gaze on his skin.

“From you- you said it last night.”

Toji nodded ‘no’. As though the idea of him saying that was impossible.

“Yes, you did- I heard you.” watching Toji’s smug face nod ‘no’ again.

“You can’t gaslight me Toji- I heard you.” Your determination amused the man- feeling his chest rise in a half laugh against your cheek.

Even a few days after- the thought lingered in your mind. Toji still refused to believe he said it- telling you that you were mistaken.

And then Toji caught onto the feverlike smile you’d get on your cheeks whenever you’d see a baby in public. Smiling to himself as you pinched your eyebrows at the little humans.

But there was this one time- on an elevator with a new mom and a baby in her hands. Toji noticed your staring as the woman struggled to reach into her purse, which caused it to fall and spill her belongings on the ground.

The woman sighed- looking down before peering her eyes back to you- “Could you?” she asked, holding out her baby to you- which you happily took and looked at Toji with the child in your arms.

Toji swore his eye twitched as he watched you- happily bouncing the child in your arms before the woman reached her hands back to her child.

After that, Toji started expressing his urgent need to breed you full of his children during intimacy- to which he still denied he said any of those things.

“Whatever- as long as you don’t become a deadbeat again, I don’t care.” you scoffed, referring to his son he refused to talk about.

Naoya Zenin

While he was dating you- Naoya took a lot of care in ensuring not to get you pregnant. “Children out of wedlock never result in anything good.” he would defend. He told you to start taking birth control- only you laughed in his face and said no.

That if he wanted to have safe sex- he would have to wear a condom. That you wouldn’t alter your body’s hormones just because he doesn’t wanna get you pregnant. And Naoya obliged.

Midway through sex, pulling his ear down to your lips and telling him how much better it would feel without a condom- only for his eyes to shut tight- trying to keep his focus on not cumming, going as far as telling you to shut up. Multiple times, knowing if you didn’t, he might just listen to you.

Though you liked teasing him with the possibility. Asking if he didn’t want to see you barefoot and pregnant, waiting for him at home. Watching his neck pulse with a low gulp just thinking about it.

In truth, you didn’t really want to get pregnant- Naoya had a point in the whole ‘marriage first, then kids.’ thing. You only liked watching his ears turn red and warm whenever you’d try and tempt him with having sex without a condom.

You didn’t think much of it- unknowing of the temptation brewing in Naoya’s mind with every waking day he didn’t marry you.

Every time you whispered a temptation in his ear- the mental image of you waiting for him at home, swelled with his child and the future of his clan—Naoya was hanging on a very thin thread.

And once he finally had the guts to ask you- it took very little time for the wedding to be planned. The thought of children was nowhere near your mind on the day.

A small ceremony with his family, prancing you around like some trophy in front of the elders.

And that night- Naoya held a gentle hand as he undid the little buttons of your wedding dress- carefully unwrapping you from the costly lace.

You found it odd- sure. Naoya wasn’t usually the type to take things slow and gentle in this department.

But when you looked at him, his hips between your knees with your back on the bed. Looking up at Naoya as he undid the buttons of his dress shirt- “We’re not stopping till you’re pregnant.” he huffed, tossing his shirt aside and easing himself onto the bed.

Had you known your little temptations and offers of unprotected sex would cause his brain to rewire the idea of having kids- you still would’ve done it. Maybe with a little more tact though.

Naoya no longer saw it as another responsibility of being head of the clan- he saw it as an opportunity to breed you again- and again. Till you were so full there was no other choice than to get pregnant.

Suguru Geto

All it took was Suguru showing you pictures of him and the two girls he adopted when he left Jujutsu High and telling you countless stories behind the photos for you to look at him differently.

You saw a certain change in the way you looked at him. No longer a father figure to two teenage girls, you saw him as an actual father.

Mouthy and mean as those girls could be, you saw how gentle he was with them anyway. And you knew he could make a phenomenal father.

You chose a tactless form of asking him. Sitting at the table eating breakfast- looking at his soft expression.

“Would you be a dad again?”

Suguru looked at you with furrowed eyebrows- “...Again?” unsure of when the first time he became a father was.

You rolled your eyes, urging him to answer the question with a sigh.

“Depends.” Geto murmured, looking back down to his phone and earning a kick from your socked foot.

You scoffed, “On?”

“If we are stable- money wise, and if the conditions are right.” he grinned, wondering where this topic came from.

Your cheeks tingled in the slightest when he used ‘we’ to refer to becoming parents, answering another question you had.

Suguru thought back to the question again, lightly raising his eyebrows at realizing what you were asking.

“With…You?”

You laughed- “No Suguru- with your next partner.” tone full of sarcasm as he rolled his eyes.

“I would be open..?” he squinted, trying to gauge where you stood on this. Watching your face go unchanged at his response- wanting to hear the truth, not just something that he said catered to your opinion. “...To it?”

You grinned, “Suguru, this isn’t a trick question. Just answer honestly.” assuring him that this was a necessary conversation in a relationship.

He gulped lightly, trying to shake away the worries of saying the wrong thing. Placing his phone on the table and looking at you with his hands between his knees. “I would love-” he grinned, cheeks blushed and avoidant of your gaze. “To have children with you.”

You couldn’t help the shy little laugh that left your lips- “But we are a smidge too young- don’t you think?” you grinned, watching his head nod with a scoffing smile.

“I did the teen dad thing- so maybe a little too young.” he joked-

You nodded agreeingly, looking at him with love filled eyes- “We’ll wait till we are 40.” you grinned, watching his shoulders move in a small giggle.

“Till 50- if we can.”

Kento Nanami

You both had been toying with the idea of children. Small comments like, “Awe Ken-” looking at him with a soft smile. “You would be a wonderful dad.” whenever he talked about the fears of becoming a father.

The talk of kids was spoken early in your relationship. Often were the times when the conversation of how many would come up a few minutes before bed.

Playing with your hand in the dark, lying on your back with Nanami beside you.

“How many?” You asked softly- hearing Nanami hum, close to falling asleep.

A low exhale left his lips; “Two. Maybe three.” His voice husky from how close he was to falling asleep. But he was always happy to answer your questions- knowing they would keep you up if he didn’t answer.

Rolling over onto your side and placing your head on his chest, “Twins?” you asked with a smile. Picturing the future with him as he put his hand onto your back.

Nanami let out a soft exhale with a smile. “Twins are a handful,” he spoke softly, his eyes daring to drift off to sleep as you caressed his torso.

You thought about it- remembering that you would have to carry them. “Okay. No twins.”

Hearing his heartbeat against your ear as you thought of another question.

“When?”

Nanami gruffed a soft laugh, rubbing small circles on your back. “We’d have to be married first.” he mumbled.

“Then wait a year or two.” his voice dwindling its tone as he eased into the exhaustion.

You furrowed your eyebrows, “Why?” softly blinking your eyes.

“A year of blissful marital life before children come into the picture.” Nanami spoke, half asleep, as the tiny part of his brain that filtered his words refused to work.

You grinned, “You wanna marry me?” softly giggling against his chest.

Nanami sighed- pressing his hand onto your back a little firmer, holding you close. “I do. Dunno why I haven’t ask you yet.” his words breathy and bordering on sleeping.

“Should get on that-” he exhaled, hearing his breathing ease into a heavier pattern against your ear.

After that, conversations about children only came up more and more. There was talk of names and if you’d move into a house instead of an apartment.

Slowly your own baby fever stuck onto him- you sending tiktoks of the chunky babies you’d get on your fyp didn’t help either.

The words “Practicing won’t hurt” were uttered whenever you mentioned the word breeding. All too thankful to the iud you had, knowing the apartment would be crawling with children if you didn’t have it.

Hiromi Higuruma

When you started letting Hiromi cum inside- he kinda just assumed that you were on something. Never hesitating to give you what you asked him for.

But Hiromi started getting the hints that you had a particular itch in your brain that only he could scratch.

The topic came up when you joined him for lunch- sitting outside a sandwich shop and hearing Hiromi talk about a case debriefing after this.

Too focused on telling you about it before he realized you had stopped listening.

Eyes looking off to the side and your thumbs twiddling in your lap.

“Honey?” he asked, looking in the direction you were looking and seeing a mother playing with her child. Snapping your gaze back to him-

“Sorry.” Softly exhaling, “Sorry- you were saying?”

Hiromi furrowed his eyebrows, watching your eyes glimmer with a nervous light. Reaching a hand out to yours, “What’s wrong?” he asked- all too intuitive at what the look on your face meant.

“Nothing- it’s okay.” Squeezing his hand assuringly.

Hiromi raised a brow- parting his lips about to speak only for you to interrupt him.

“Do you want kids?” preferring to rip the bandaid off rather than ease into a conversation.

He inhaled again- only for you to speak again. “With me. I mean.”

The corners of his lips curled, almost in a teasing smile.

Hiromi sighed, thinking about the question and looking down to his half-finished sandwich.

“I’ve never been in a relationship serious enough for the talk of children to come up.” he grinned, leaving your question unanswered.

“You’ve never thought about it?” holding his hand tightly. Scared that you were illusioning yourself into a future Hiromi didn’t want.

Hiromi tilted his head- thinking about it.

“I think I do…?”

You pursed your lips, unsatisfied with the half answer. And Hiromi let out a blushed scoff- “If wanting kids meant wanting them with you- i do.” he clarified. Earning for you to look at him with soft eyes and a wiggling pout.

“You mean-?” you pouted, looking at him with a soft expression.

His eyes widened at the sudden severity in your gaze, not knowing how much his confirmation meant to you.

Raising his hand to your lips and pressing a light peck on his knuckles “Can we?”

“...Now?”

You scoffed, “No, not now.” with a soft smile.

Hiromi exhaled, thinking of having an actual child- “How ’bout we focus on getting married first?”

Choso Kamo

Ever since the first time you had sex- Choso always finished inside, no patience nor ability to time his orgasm and pull out in time.

Not recalling the repercussions of unprotected sex- nor really caring.

And when the conversation of children came up- You insisted on giving him an army of children. “I think it’s what you deserve.” To which he looked at you as though something awakened in his mind when you said that.

While on dates, he would see an overly large family struggling to keep the many children in check. He would look at you and remember what you had said.

‘An army of children.’

Between the two of you- he caught babyfever first.

Walking through a strip mall- looking for a new pair of shoes when you passed a baby store.

Choso tugged your hand, looking at you eagerly and leading you into the store. “Just to look,” he said.

Holding onto a tiny pair of shoes, looking at you, and presenting them in his palm. “Are these really meant to fit a child?”

You let out a small giggle, nodding your head yes and watching him prattle around the store.

Asking you questions- as though you had any more idea than he did.

Watching your face uninterested in the window shopping he was doing- “You don’t want to have kids anymore?” furrowed eyebrows and determined to cut the window shopping if you didn’t.

You grinned, “Of course I still want to have kids.” taking his hand and placing it on your tummy as though you were already pregnant.

Eyes wide and cheeks pink as he rested his hand onto your tummy. “You gotta pump a baby in me first.” Smiling at the fact he was already looking for things for a child that hadn’t been conceived yet.

His mind sparked the idea of watching you grow big with his child. Made his eye twitch knowing that if you acted on your promise. That image wouldn’t be just an idea in Choso’s mind.

Marriage didn’t make a difference to him- only a meaningless piece of paper. Like a license, or a ssn number, or money. (he’s in denial)

So the next time you had intercourse- Choso accidentally overstimulated himself. Keeping your words of ‘Pump a baby in me.’ in mind as you allowed him to pump you full of potential children.

You did say an army of them. And Choso was more than happy to assist in creating the small army.

𝐍𝐞𝐱𝐭: play fighting with the jjk men!

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icharchivist · 10 months ago

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cw: child abuse (psychological, grooming, ect)

also speaking of parental abuse there's also this text of how Millie wants to be Tyra's mother, but she doesn't want anything that makes Tyra unique.

She started loving Tyra the moment she saw her find some dinosaure when she was dying in the cold and starved after being separated from her parents, seeing that despite her situation, Tyra was so excited about finding a Tyranosaure she was forgetting how desperate her situation was and instead loved the dino right away.

Millie saw how excited Tyra was about it, and loved Tyra right away enough to decide to make her hers.

But Millie hates dinosaurs, she finds them disgusting, she uses them as tool and keeps insulting them, hates that Tyra sees them as her family.

she used the dinos as bait to get Tyra to pay attention to her, and she used a particularities of the dino to mind control Tyra

but even now as Tyra is being brainwashed, everytime she looks at the dinos, Millie just tells her "don't look at those disgusting things, just look at me, your momma"

and it's another level of control that rings way too true on parents who """"""love""""" their children, but not for who they are -- just for what it brings them.

yes Tyra is cute. But everything she likes, everything that makes her happy, is disgusting. So it needs to be removed from Tyra's life. Her love and her excitement has to carry over to Millie, not to the stuff she actually like.

it's something way too real and it's genuinely giving me the yikes it makes me unwell.

#ichablogging gbf #ichablogging tyraevent #sorry massive tmi in the tags #sorry it struck a cord bc it's something that's been on my mind for days with my own mom and i'm just. god.#my sis has a new boyfriend who happens to have 3 children - including two very cute twin girls who are adorable #i meet them for the holidays and we hit off right away. they're very cute and hyperactive and everything #and i kept encouraging them in that so they really imprinted on me hard that i legit couldn't get away from their cuddles aha #point is though that i was talking about it with my mom afterward #and she was all 'you know they remind me so much of you when you were a child. thats why i found it so shocking when you closed yourself in #and it hits me hard in the. who's. who's fault do you think it is.#because i saw how all of the adults around us were rolling their eyes at the girls #i saw how all of them were telling them to calm down or telling them straight up they were annoying and exhausting #i saw how when i tried to tell a cute story from my dad's home to the girls (about saving a hedgehog once)#my mom tried to derail the topic on how she's been done horribly dirty by my father -- directly to the girls #like. mom. they're 7. why the fuck are you cutting me when i tell them something they're interested about to tell them such a heavy thing.#and with xmas obligation and the fact i'm forced to be here but i'm mostly ignored most of the time and cut off #(s/o to the family member who said they didn't want to hear anything from me because i was 'neither interesting nor smart' a while ago)#also it reminds me of how my mom loves to brag about how passionate i am but always cut me off & belittle me bc she hates what i care about #it keeps reminding me of that. saying they love you but they don't care about anything about you. it's about what you bring them.#it hits fucking hard the timing is too tight i legit had a family thing yesterday which was the reason i could only read this event today #Granblue why would you do this to me

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hoshigray · 6 months ago

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hello, lovely! is it okay to request a short fic wherein gojo’s pregnant wife (y/n) stole his kikufuku? thank u! (missing soft gojo hours 😭)

𝐚. 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: omg stoooop this is so cute and sweet, what!?

⊹ 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬: Gojo x pregnant afab/fem! reader - tooth-rotting fluff - pet names (angel, baby, stars and moon, sweetheart) - Gojo being a big crybaby over sweets - so soft, i was smiling while writing, hehe~.

⊹ 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 1.1k

THUD!

“…!” You jolt, immediately looking to the entrance of the living room to see your husband. “Gojo! You okay?”

The white-haired man stands still with a gawked expression, eyes covered by his black blindfold with his usual Jujutsu Tech attire, and you can assume the noise came from the souvenir bags he dropped to the floor.

“…Y/n, my angelic stars and moon,” he finally speaks after a few seconds of silence, and you can see his lips quiver with trembling hands. “Is…Is that my last kikufuku?”

If there is one thing Gojo loved more than anything other than you, it would be his undying love for sweets! You could never find him without any at his disposal; he’d have a bunch of lollipops in his pockets, be licking popsicles or soft serves while monitoring his first years during their missions, or typically stop by a café and grab some crepes for dessert to take home and share with you. He’s known to have a childish heart, and sweets are his weakness!

His all-time favorite would be the mochi delicacy he often gets during his mission trips to Sendai, and he’s always sure to buy a whole box worth to make the long trip up North worth it. Kikufuku, the crushed edamame and cream-filled mochi, is Gojo’s favorite sweet to eat — you’re a witness to him happily stuffing his face with them lying on the couch after a hard day’s work. He’s the type to eat one every week until he can return to Sendai and get more.

This week was the very last one he had saved, secured in the cold fridge for him to eat once he got home. And he wasn’t going to Sendai anytime soon, so he planned on treasuring and savoring it the moment he stepped inside and lay beside his pregnant partner to chill on this blissful spring evening.

He could never get over the sight of you whenever he came home. Gojo loved his partner so much that he swears he would burn the world if you commanded him to, which you knew is an exaggeration, but his love is true. The day he got on one knee and heard you say yes to his proposal was the happiest he’d ever been, sweeping you off your feet, putting you in your dream puffy white dress, and officially becoming the spouse of the strongest sorcerer in the jujutsu world! And now you were swole with his child!? Not even God could strike this man to calm him down of his glee.

You were sitting on the living room couch like you always did, waiting for your husband to return, wearing a black maternity one-piece that comfortably molded around your figure and a blue flannel shirt – his flannel – to keep you warm. Gojo came home with souvenirs to share and impress, a huge smile just from thinking about your reactions.

However, the sight has him gasp dramatically loud and drop everything to the wooden floor, because he saw something in your hand, something that broke his heart noticing the green and white filling apparent from a bite on an undeniable white rice cake.

You were eating the very last of his kikufuku…How could you!?

You blinked at him, then turned to the sweet in your hand, and the realization of what you were doing finally hit you. “Oh! I’m sorry, Satoru! I was feeling snacky.”

The tall man teeters to where you’re sitting, whining with every step. “So why didn’t you eat your snacks, sweetheart?”

“I don’t know?” You shrugged, licking bits of the edamame cream off your middle finger. “They didn’t seem like what I was craving for. I wanted something sweet, ya know? And I finished my ice cream two nights ago, so this was all I could find.”

“Yeah, but like,” you can tell his eyebrows were scrunched together even if the black material concealed his upper face. “That was my last one, baby! Plus, you could’ve texted me you’d eat it, or I could’ve stopped somewhere to grab you something sweet!”

“I know! But, you were very busy today; a big mission up in Kyoto and a meeting with Principal Yaga, sooo…” you squished the mochi gently, licking more of the filling coming out. “I didn’t wanna interrupt or bother you…”

“But stilllll~!”God, you were so cute when you cared for him, you almost made him forget the whole thing then and there. But you can’t hate the man for being a little upset, right? Gojo sighs and places his cheek on your belly. “Little booger, you hear what your momma is doing to me? So cruel~.”

You gasped. “Hey! Don’t say that to them!” Your free hand tries to yank him off your tummy by the hair, yet he doesn’t budge as he exclaims painfully. “What, are you saying the pregnant love of your life is some villain because they ate one of your sweets? As if I never caught you taking scoops of my favorite ice cream!? Have you no shame, Gojo Satoru!”

He swats your hand off his snowy hair, “I’m sorry, I’m sorry!” Between you and Principal Yaga, there is a scarce few Gojo would allow to beat him up for his foolishness. He turns his head – still above the baby – to face you and releases a sigh. “I’m sorry, I was just really stoked I’d get to have that kikufuku; it’ll be a long while before I go get more…Ughhh.” Another sigh is exerted, and you can only shake your head with rolled eyes. He’s such a baby.

You bring his blindfold down to his chin to free the azure eyes he’s been hiding since this morning, and his hair falls from its spiky appearance. Then, you separate the mochi into two and push one to his lips, “You happy now?” You say with a grin. “I’m sorry, but I wanted to give these a try. Besides, we’ll have a little one to look after soon; wouldn’t it be nice for them to know what their father likes to snack on from time to time?”

Now, how in the world could Gojo still be upset with that logic? Being a father is a foreign concept he’s accepting with open arms, sharing the experience with the person he values and cherishes the most. To have a child with you is the highest honor of all for him. And imagining his small family happy and eating sweets together under his care makes his cheeks show a subtle shade of pink.

He smiles as he accepts the piece of the rice cake, chuckling when you flick his nose playfully. “You’re so sweet, angel.”

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rafecameroninterlude · 15 days ago

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౨ৎ ˖ ࣪⊹ when a heated argument between rafe and bitchy!kook!reader leads to the cops knocking at their door when they’re already.. ‘making up’

warnings: toxic!rafe, toxic!reader, nothing about this is romantic, cheating accusations, arguing, lots of yelling, physical violence, angst, lots of throwing and breaking things, banter (?), making up, the cops show up, unprotected sex, rafe gets slapped and choked during sex too..

a/n: this has been in the vault for a while now lolll. huge thanks to my bb @nemesyaaa for giving me this idea <3

wc: 2.8k

“you’re acting fucking crazy right now!” you walked through the front door, rafe following closely behind as you slipped your heels off. “i’m acting crazy?” you spun around, rafe eyeing the shoe in your hand. “i hear this bitch talking about how you and her fucked while we were on a break, and you expect me to be calm?” you scoffed, “don’t tell me i’m acting crazy when you haven’t even tried to start explaining to me what the fuck she’s talking about!” you threw your shoe just like rafe suspected you would.

missing him by a few inches, rafe lunged at you, grabbing the other heel out of your hand. “what the fuck did i tell you about throwing shit at me!” you rolled your eyes, shoving him away as you walked past him to the kitchen. “start talking rafe.” your boyfriend pinched the bridge of his nose, his nostrils flaring as you took a water bottle out of the fridge. “she’s obviously lying! why would i go have sex with someone when me and you were still fucking? blocked contacts and all?” you narrowed your eyes at his form.

“i swear to you, i don’t even know who that girl is!” he walked around the kitchen island, a groan rumbling from his throat when you moved away. “then why would she say that? why would she be talking to her friends about it in a pathetic little circle if it wasn’t true?” you shot back. “hello?! so that we could argue exactly how we’re arguing right now. are you really gonna give her the satisfaction by doing what she wants you to do?” he slammed his fist down on the marble slab separating you two.

arching a brow, your gaze flickered to his phone in his pocket. “give me it.” rafe scoffed. “give you what?” he sneered, his heart dropping when you pointed to the cellular device tucked away in his pants. “do you seriously wanna act stupid right now? i said give me your fucking phone.” rafe cursed under his breath, not even wanting to imagine what you’d do if you saw him hesitating. sliding the damned thing across the island, you picked it up and unlocked it. “if you take one step i’m shattering this shit.”

the first thing you did was go to his text messages, scrolling through every thread for any sign of whatever her name is. you didn’t find anything after a few minutes of searching, ‘recently deleted’ messages included. his social medias were next, a lot of them clean for the most part. you bit the inside of your cheek when you opened his photos. golfing selfies with topper, loads of offguards of you at your vanity, even more photos of you and him while you were out running errands.. amongst other things..

despite not finding anything, you noticed rafe still had this worried look on his face. biting your lip, you followed your gut feeling and opened his notes app. sure enough, there at the top was a phone number with the initial ‘s’ next to it. tapping the number, you put it on speaker before muting yourself. “who the fuck is ‘s’?” rafe’s eyes widened in realization. “don’t-” he stepped forward, making you raise a finger. the phone rung twice before a sultry voice picked up. “hey, handsome, i was waiting for you to call me..”

eyes flickering over to his, you smiled in disbelief. “rafe? hello?” you hung up, your heart beating in your ears as white hot anger blinded your vision. “i can explain that!” he knew to keep his distance from you, your fingers clutching his phone even tighter. “i don’t want to hear shit. you’re a liar, rafe. you always have been.” now you were calm, and to rafe that was worse. what made you so angry wasn’t the fact that he slept with someone else, but acting like you were the crazy one and flipping all of tonight’s arguments on you.

rafe still continued talking. “we didn’t have sex! i never even called her or anything! did you not hear her say she was waiting for me to call?!” you turned, your eyes burning into his skull. “it’s the principle! you still had this bitch’s phone number saved! that’s the fucking problem, idiot!” without thinking, you chucked the phone across the room, shattering a picture frame of you and rafe. following the line of damage, rafe’s jaw clenched. he really liked that picture of you two. “we’re breaking each other’s shit now? bet.”

you rolled your eyes as he stomped up the stairs, a bottle of perfume flying from the railing and into the wall where a hole now resided. “i could always buy a new one, asshole!” you taunted him, “with your credit card, too!” the next thing that came hurling from upstairs was a glass jewelry box where you kept all the jewelry rafe specifically bought for you. that one did in fact hurt a little. you took a breath before he really took the cake with the next item, or items. as if moving in slow motion, you watched as rafe threw over various makeup products over the spiral staircase.

eyeshadow palettes, foundation bottles, tubes of lipgloss and concealer also amongst the mess, all came to a booming crash smack in the center of the foyer. there was glass absolutely everywhere. and you were barefoot, great. you stared at the space around you, tears pricking your eyes at the scene. you and rafe stood in silence, thinking about why this continuously keeps happening. you didn’t care if he saw you crying, the sound of your sniffle making his demeanor change. “i’m sorry, baby.”

you shook your head, not wanting to hear anything. “no, you’re not.” your voice shook as you tiptoed to the couch, trying your best not to step on any glass. going inside your shared bedroom, rafe came back out with some shoes for you before making his way downstairs, the glass crunching underneath his feet. “please, i’m begging you to just let me explain all of this.” he plopped down next to you, in which you moved over all the way to the other side. petty.

“me and topper were at the golf course, kickin’ it the way we always do when this bev cart girl came up to us,” you looked over at him, your teary eyes making his stomach churn, “she was telling us that she had just started there and that she lived on the other side of the island and long story short she started flirting with me, okay?” he held his hands up defensively. “i told her that i have a girlfriend and i wasn’t interested by a long shot.” he started, “she got a little irritated and then topper, being the instigating asshole he is, invited her to the party tonight—” you cut him off.

“that still doesn’t explain why her number was in your phone, and why she was talking about you being the ‘best fuck of her life’ while i was sitting right there.” rafe rested his head in his hands for a moment. “can i finish?” you waved him off as you settled back in your corner. “things got awkward so i gave topper my phone before going inside and getting a drink. when i came back out, she had winked at me all weird and topper showed me that he had saved her number in my notes for me to send to him later because his phone was dead. that’s it, i swear.”

you didn’t say anything, a part of you hating yourself for wanting to believe him. “explain to me why she was talking crazy with her friends then.” rafe tapped the side of his head, “because she obviously knew it was you that i’m with!” he shouted, making you glare in his direction. “how would she know me?” you crossed your arms. “y/n.. besides the fact that we were all over each other, who the fuck doesn’t know you?” rafe asked incredulously. fair point. “is that all?” you looked up at him as he scooted closer.

“no.” his tone switched to that gentle lilt, your breathing slowing when he took your hand in his. with the last bit of resolve you had left, you pulled away from him. “well make it good, because i’m on the verge of leaving your ass.” rafe scoffed. “you said that last time..” he shot back, “and the time before that..” you shot him a glare. “and who broke in when i changed the locks?” you reminded him of the time you woke up to a busted door in the middle of the night. “you got me.” he shrugged, in which you looked away.

“whatever.” you felt exhausted, all of tonight’s activities were starting to catch up to you. who knew overthinking, arguing on the way home, breaking stuff, and yelling and crying could make someone so tired? “no— i mean like, you got me.” rafe closed the space between you two, wrapping an arm around your shoulders as you still avoided his gaze. “hey,” he thumbed your chin, “there has never been, and never will be, another girl. i’ll die on that hill.” your eyelids fluttered when you felt his fingers creep up on your thigh.

“i know you could see right through me, does it look like i’m lying?” the expression on his face was clear as day. he was telling the truth. you let out a shaky breath, your arms wrapping around his neck as he pulled you on top of his lap. “oh, baby, we have to do better.” he squeezed you tight, inhaling your scent as his palms ran up and down your back. you sniffled into his neck, pressing a kiss to the skin there. “i’m sorry for breaking your phone.” rafe shushed you, eyeing the broken device in the corner.

“don’t be. i’m the one who broke like half of your shit.” you didn’t even care, mostly because you knew rafe was going to replace everything anyways. you pulled back, cupping his face in your hands. “i love you.” you whispered, those three words making rafe’s heart clench. giving you a small smile, rafe replied with a ‘i love you too,’ followed by ‘give me some sugar..’ of course, you leaned in, rafe’s lips meeting yours halfway as he groaned at the taste of your lipgloss on his tongue. this was just how things went, you two have been here plenty of times before.

his hands snaked down to the globes of your ass, hiking your dress up as he kneaded your flesh between his fingers. your kisses became more feverish, a muffled moan sounding from you when rafe slipped his tongue inside your mouth. he dragged your hips against his clothed erection, both of you hissing at the much needed friction. “how bad do you want it?” rafe panted, nipping the skin of your neck. you almost laughed at his words. “how bad do i want it?” you repeated, “how bad do you want to take it from me?” rafe groaned when you wrapped a hand around his throat, pushing his head back against the couch.

he should’ve known taking the reigns wasn’t going to be that easy. with one of your hands restricing his intake of air, he blinked up at the ceiling, his eyes fluttering shut as you pressed kisses to his chest. you were so sexy like this, he let you grind against him until he couldn’t stand to not be inside of you for another second. you let rafe remove your grip on his neck, a small gasp leaving your lips as he took both of your hands and tucked them behind your back. your head was resting on his shoulder as he pulled himself out of his pants, his fingers moving your underwears to the side before forcing you to sink down onto his length.

you were so slick and ready for him, rafe couldn’t refrain from cursing in your ear. “you’ve been soaked this whole time, huh? fighting turns you on, is that it?” you met his eyes. “mhmm,” you leaned down, “you make me so wet when you’re mad..” rafe grunted, landing a harsh smack to your ass. he knew that already, but hearing you say that while he’s both angry and sexually frustrated just ticked him off even more.

soon, you were the one bouncing on top of him, making him watch in awe as his cock disappeared inside of your greedy cunt. wanting to watch you unravel, he started stroking your clit, making you double over. “you wanna cum? you have to earn that shit.” without a word, you reached up, slapping him across the cheek. the action made him twitch inside of you. “you only cum if i get to.” you kissed him roughly, biting his bottom lip as you pulled away. you were so serious too.

rubbing your clit in harder circles, you nearly screamed when the tip of his cock began pressing that sweet spot inside of you. “fuck—” your thighs began trembling, your orgasm just right there in arms reach when there was a loud bang at the front door. both of you jumped, the fire in your loins melting away into nothing as both of you froze. “what the fuck?” rafe held onto you tighter before the banging continued. “who the fuck is that?” you got up, pulling off of him with a hiss. “outer banks sheriff deputies, open up!” you and rafe looked at each other with wide eyes.

rafe cursed under his breath, adjusting your dress and his pants before stepping in front of you to answer the door. “can i help you?” he peeked out, two other cops standing at his side. “are you the owner of this home?” rafe squeezed your hand, responding to the officer with a ‘yes, sir.’ opening the door a little more, the cop continued to explain why him and his team were there. “we received a few calls reporting a domestic dispute at this address, ‘said that they heard yelling and a lot of ruckus.” you shut your eyes for a moment. you should’ve assumed the whole island was able to hear you and rafe going at each other’s throats.

“uh, no sir, nothing domestic going on around here.” rafe joked. no one laughed. “no? so the four separate calls we received were all lying?” four separate calls? damn, people couldn’t mind their business around here. “well, uh.. yes, me and my girlfriend had a little disagreement but we’re okay now—” immediately, the sheriff demanded to see some kind of identification. taking his id out of the wallet in his pocket, rafe cooperated as the older man had him confirm his information. “so you said you and the woman are ‘good’ now?” officer shoupe, as rafe had learned, asked with concern.

“yes, sir, she’s right here.” before you could protest, rafe dragged you to the front, an awkward smile adorning your lips as you were pretty sure they could see the smudged lipgloss all over your mouth. “hello, sweetheart. can you confirm that you are safe and in not any immediate danger with this man?” you looked back at rafe, having never been questioned by the police before. “yes, i’m safe,” you answered, “we just had a little fight, but we’re making up now..” one of the female officers cleared her throat awkwardly.

“i see..” shoupe nodded, gaze flickering back at rafe. “well i guess we’ll leave you two alone then. next time, can you please keep your volume low? you two had some people pretty spooked there.” you mumbled a ‘yes, sir.’ before rafe pulled you back inside and shut the door. it was silent for a moment, both of you seemingly looking around at the aftermath of everything. “i can’t believe people called the cops..” you walked over to the kitchen and grabbed the broom. rafe watched with a confused expression as you started sweeping up glass.

“so, uh— we aren’t going to pick up where we left off?” you looked up at him with a look that said ‘seriously?’. “no. how about we ‘pick up where we left off’ after you help me clean all of this up, and replace everything you destroyed?” rafe groaned. he could always count on you to leave him with blue balls. deciding to help you, it wasn’t long before everything was cleaned up, no sign of any earlier events except for the new hole in the wall. after you two showered and settled in bed, rafe held you flush against his chest while he kissed up your back,

“are you sure you don’t want to finish?” rafe sounded pained, like he needed to be inside of you immediately. turning around in his embrace, you pecked his lips before swinging a leg over his hips. “make it fast.” you pretended like you didn’t want the same thing, a smile gracing your lips when you heard rafe mutter a ‘thank god.’ before slipping off of your nightgown.

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fastandcarlos · 2 months ago

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The Littlest Surprise : ̗̀➛ Charles LeClerc

summary: when your lack of presence around the paddock is noted, fans start to speculate. little do they know the real reason for your disappearance…

pairing: charles leclerc x reader

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charles_leclerc: always a joy to have my beautiful niece and nephew at the race and enjoy my biggest fans cheering me on ❤️🏎️

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username1: wondering at what point yn actually decides to show her face again…

carlossainz55: and there i was thinking you were waving up at me 💔

charles_leclerc: @/carlossainz55 when you’re as cute as these two I’ll consider it 😘

username2: some support yn is constantly leaving you at races alone

username3: how come the whole family managed to be there apart from yn 🙃

maxverstappen1: it must be easy being the cool uncle with all that money to your name!

username4: the best uncle is gonna make the best dad too one day 😭

oscarpiastri: how come cousin oscar didn’t get to meet these cool guys!?

charles_leclerc: @/oscarpiastri they only wanna meet the cool drivers 😂

landonorris: @/charles_leclerc you shoulda brought them over to me then 😎

username5: I don’t wanna be that person, but it’s been a long time since we saw yn on the feed…

pierregasly: it was so nice to see them both this weekend 🫶🏻

username6: can we all just calm down, I’m sure yn and charles are fine!!

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charles_leclerc: the race of dreams, so proud of how the whole team performed this weekend 🏆❤️

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landonorris: super race my friend, enjoy the celebrations 🎉

username7: a whole podium and still no sight of yn anywhere 🤔

username8: anyone thought that yn might just be busy??

maxverstappen1: btw I let you have this one 😂

charles_leclerc: @/maxverstappen1 yeah sure you did… 😂😂😂

username9: congratulations charles, so deserved this weekend 🏆

username10: at least the team is there to celebrate with you 🙄

carlossainz55: ik how much this means to you, couldn’t be happier for you brother ☺️

username11: I’m sure yn and charles will celebrate together, with privacy…

username12: I’m so proud of you winning your home race!!

arthur_leclerc: I’ve got the perfect plans for this evening don’t worry about a thing 🤔

charles_leclerc: @/arthur_leclerc that immediately makes me worry 😬

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charles_leclerc: enjoying the off season with my favourite people. just a reminder to mind your business during this off season, there’s nothing to worry about with me 🤍🌊

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username13: charles really telling us to mind our damn business 😂

oscarpiastri: if you need anything you know where I am!

username14: hoping this is charles’ way of telling us him and yn are fine 🙏🏻

landonorris: couldn’t agree with you more 👏🏻

username15: I always knew you guys would be alright!!

carlossainz55: I’ve got your backs always ☺️

danielricciardo: sending you both good vibes for the summer ☀️

username16: enjoy the break charles and the peace and quiet for a while!

arthur_leclerc: getting ready for the best summer ever 💪🏻

username17: hope you and yn get to have the rest you deserve ☀️

carmenmmundt: if yn needs me, I’m only a phone call away ❤️

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ynusername: we’ve been keeping a little secret. charles and i are so proud to tell you that baby leclerc will be with us in the new year. it’s been a far from easy process but we’re so excited 👼💞

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charles_leclerc: you’ve been so incredibly strong, I cannot begin to tell you how proud I am of you ❤️

username18: ah I’m so happy for you guys ☺️☺️☺️

username19: so pleased to hear you’re on the mend yn 💞💞

arthur_leclerc: present and ready to be the coolest uncle in the world 🎉

username20: I’m so ready for charles’ dad era!!!!

lilymhe: cannot wait to visit you and get all the baby cuddles in the world soon 👼

username21: shout out to all the people sending congratulations who were convinced they’d broken up 🙄

carlossainz55: I’m gonna be back at ferrari every week making sure I visit now 😂

charles_leclerc: @/carlossainz55 can williams offer you an adorable baby like we can??

username22: this is the best news ever, cannot believe my fave duo are going to be parents…

pierregasly: ik just how much you guys have wanted this, couldn’t be happier for you both!!

username23: I’ve been dreaming of a post like this for so long and now it’s finally true 😭

oscarpiastri: buzzing to welcome another leclerc into our family 😂🫶🏻

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charles_leclerc: making sure to capture all the moments with my best friend and bump 📸

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landonorris: the caption said best friend…but I wasn’t on this trip with you??

charles_leclerc: @/landonorris do I have to explain this to you??

username24: it’s not fair how two expecting parents can be so cute ☺️

ynusername: thank you for choosing the photo where I don’t look like a swollen mess 😘

charles_leclerc: @/ynusername you look breathtaking in every photo I have of you!

username25: I bet charles’ camera roll is absolutely adorable rn 😭

arthur_leclerc: you better be taking care of the best sister in law in the world!!

ynusername: @/arthur_leclerc you’re only saying that cause I’m pregnant 😂

username26: I wish I could pull off pregnancy as well as yn omg

username27: the cutest set of photos I’ve ever seen in my life

maxverstappen1: make the most of all the peace and quiet whilst you still can!!

username28: now this just makes me feel incredibly single 💔

username29: this is the definition of living the dream now

carlossainz55: can’t believe you guys went out on the boat without me 😭

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ynusername: one last race for me for the season, charles has officially now put me on house rest until the baby arrives 😂❤️

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username30: get plenty of rest baby mama… you deserve it!

charles_leclerc: forever cheering me on, see you at home soon 💕

username31: thank you for always being by charles’ side ❤️🏎️

georgerussell63: make sure if you need anything you give carmen a call!!

username32: what are we going to do without you in the paddock?? 😭

iamrebeccad: can’t believe we’re never gonna be in the same paddock again 💔

ynusername: @/iamrebecad I promise to come and visit as soon as I’m back 💞

username33: I can just imagine charles refusing to even let you lift a finger too!

username34: counting down til baby leclerc arrives now 🥺

lewishamilton: looking forward to being right beside you next year and babysitting 😂😂

username35: pls make sure you get plenty of rest, make the most of sleep whilst you can!!

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charles_leclerc: making sure to not let these two idiots feel left out as we prepare for the baby to arrive…turns out they are actually quite needy 😂🥺

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username36: I love how needy the leclerc boys are ❤️❤️

arthur_leclerc: I will be round your house every single day don’t you worry 😂

charles_leclerc: @/arthur_leclerc changing the locks as we speak!

username37: they’re definitely not gonna be left out, they’re never gonna leave your side 😂

landonorris: I feel like I’m looking at promo for the next boy band or something… 🤮

username38: not emotionally prepared for these photos…

ynusername: my three favourite human beings 🫶🏻

charles_leclerc: @/ynusername I better be the number one!!

username39: I love the bond these guys have 🥺

oscarpiastri: seems you were forgetting an important part of the family here 🤔

username40: bet charles is secretly hoping for a boy to add to this trio!!

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ynusername: btw charles has been using this holiday to practice everything he knows about babies and doing nothing else 😂 according to him he’s perfect 🥺

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username41: the baby isn’t even here yet but I already know charles is gonna be the cutest dad in the world

carlossainz55: rebecca says these photos have got her in her feels…so kindly stop 😩

ynusername: @/carlossainz55: bets it’s you guys next 🥳

username42: look at how much of a natural he is 😭

pierregasly: btw he’s not stopped telling me how excited he is to become a dad 😂

username43: my heart can’t cope with the dad feels rn

charles_leclerc: thanks for flexing how good of an uncle I am 💪🏻

username44: thank you yn for blessing my timeline with these 🙏🏻

landonorris: were these just an excuse to post topless charles again???

username45: if you ask me, charles is most definitely perfect 😂

username46: can the baby just hurry up and arrive now pls…

lilymhe: you just wait until it’s your baby he’s holding instead 🥲

ynusername: @/lilymhe I cannot wait 🥺

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charles_leclerc: we are so happy to share that our baby boy is here…mum and son are doing amazing and i’ve just about stopped crying for now 🥺💕

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username47: crying. screaming. throwing up.

arthur_leclerc: I’ve never been prouder of the two of you than I am right now!!

username48: congratulations charles and yn, we’re so happy for you 🥺

oscarpiastri: welcome to the family little one 🥺😂

username49: another boy to add to the leclerc family 🥳

scuderiaferrari: welcome to the newest member of the tifosi ❤️🏎️

landonorris: I’ve been refreshing my feed all day 😂 so glad he’s here and healthy 💕

username50: his little face, I can’t cope with how cute he is 😭

carmenmmundt: glad to hear mum and baby are good, get plenty of rest you three 😘

pierregasly: it’s not fair, how do you guys manage to make such cute babies!?

username51: can already tell this dude is gonna be a heartbreaker one day!

lewishamilton: so pleased he’s here safely, congrats you two!!

username52: he’s finally here omg 🥺

carlossainz55: could not be happier for you guys, cannot wait to meet little man 💞

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