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kitkat11602 · 10 months

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Kisses with the Obey Me Characters

consists of: demon brothers & dateable's x gn!reader

a/n: I've been slowly working on this for the past month and a half so it's all over the place. my inner demons came out while writing Belphie's part, and I'm sorry to my fellow Barbatos lovers but I lost major motivation near the endings.

suggestive content in some parts, ooc, barely proofread

wc: 5.9k

my inbox is open, please help motivate me to get back into writing 😭😭

Lucifer:

Top of the head kisses!!!!

Lucifer would totally be the type to sneak up behind you when you’re sitting on the couch or at the dining table and planting one on the top of your head or side of your temple.

And he has the audacity to just walk away after catching you by surprise, but don’t think you didn’t notice the ever growing smirk spreading across his face.

Your legs were spread out in front of you, a blanket thrown across your lap with a book Satan had suggested in your hands. Eyes scanning across the pages, you were completely zoned out, unaware of the daunting figure standing behind you. Peering over your shoulder, Lucifer studied the words on one of the pages, getting an understanding that this was a book his younger brother had most likely recommended for you to read.

Removing his attention from the book, he locked his eyes onto you, though he couldn’t see your face, he could only imagine the look of concentration you had. Raising a gloved hand, Lucifer gently placed it on your shoulder, startling you from your read.

Head shooting up, your eyes searched around before landing on the eldest demon brother. The panic that was once swirling in your e/c irises was now replaced with a warm gaze, your lips lifting into a small smile as they parted to speak.

“You scared me, Luci-” You had only begun to speak when he leaned over the back of the couch, his face closing in on yours. Your words stuttered when his lips glided across your warm cheek, not fully making contact until they met with the side of your temple. His lips were cold, but quickly warmed up upon making contact with your skin, with his eyes closed he took this moment to clear his head. Not worrying about how Mammon had taken his credit card once again, or how Beel had eaten all the food in the fridge, no, instead he thought about how nice it felt to be within your presence. Thinking about how much nicer it would feel to touch you even more than just this small kiss, but with his brother’s constantly stealing all of your time, Lucifer has found himself missing the small moments with you.

Forcing himself to pull away, Lucifer spared you a quick glance before continuing past the couch, back in the direction he had previously been going before making a pitstop. Your book, now laid on an unoccupied cushion, your place long gone as your gaze followed the demon. From where you sat, you could see the sudden change of expression on his face. His usual stoic, disappointed look had shifted into a small smirk, his narrowed eyes sending you a suggestive look.

“Meet me in my room tonight.”

Mammon

Listen… You know that one scene from Spider-Man? And you know how Lucifer likes to tie Mammon upside down?

He definitely would have done something to piss off Lucifer, and after hanging for hours you finally come to his rescue.

Catching him off guard with a kiss was one sure way to fluster the second eldest (though he would NOT admit it).

The doors to the House of Lamentation were thrown open, feet shuffling through the entrance and the sound of bags being carried in filled the entrance hall.

Asmo, who had dragged you out to accompany him during his shopping spree, still continued to ramble about one of the many outfits he had seen at the store. His voice only stopped once the both of you had reached the bottom of the stairs, eyeing the figure of his older brother strung up by a rope from the top of the stairway.

“Ehh…” He sighed, shaking his head with a slight frown, “Mammon’s back at it again.”

“Wonder what he did this time,” You began, raising an eyebrow when the white haired demon muttered out a few incoherent words. And upon further inspection, you were able to notice that Mammon’s eyes were closed, his breathing slow and steady, indicating that he was truly asleep. “Did- Is he really asleep?”

Resting a hand on his cheek, Asmo could only heavily exhale in disappointment. “Only he would fall asleep like that.” Chuckling to himself, Asmo took the shopping bags you were holding before beginning to head up the stairs to his bedroom. “You can take care of him, right, Y/N?”

Leaving you without any time to protest, he was already up the stairs and out of your sight. Returning your attention to the second oldest, you slowly approached his slightly swaying figure. “Mammon?” You called, hoping that he would wake up so you could help him down. “Mammon it’s time to wake up.”

His head shook, unsure on if he actually heard you or if he subconsciously responded to your call. Stopping right in front of him, you slowly lifted your arms, hands cupping his cheeks, thumbs brushing against his smooth skin.

“Come on, Mammon. I really don’t want to untie you and watch you fall on your head.”

He didn’t respond.

Sighing, you took a moment to study his face. The way his eyelashes fluttered whenever your thumb would get too close to his eyes, the way his lips were parted, puffs of air escaping him as he grumbled in his sleep.

Instinctively, your face slowly inched closer towards his, gaze flickering between his lips and eyes that remained closed.

It didn’t happen immediately when your lips touched, but a few moments after, did Mammon’s eyes finally flutter open. His head foggy as he tried to recall the last thing he remembered, but all his focus left his body the moment he realized that you were standing right in front of him, upside down?

No…no, how could he have forgotten. He was the one upside down, having pissed off Lucifer he now suffered being strung up and left for who knows how long. But…why were you standing so close to him? And why were your eyes closed? And why were your lips pressed against his?

His face was quick to erupt in flames, the pounding of his heart speeding up and echoing in his ears. He was barely given any time to adjust to the kiss before you were pulling away with a face full of surprise, lips parting to say something, you were stopped by Mammon’s muddled words. His voice cracking as he tries to speak, jerking his body back causing him to swing back and forth.

“WhAt- you…hey! O-of course ya would- I mean- Ha! You should consider yourself lucky to have k-kissed the great Mammon, human!” He averted his gaze away from you, instead focusing on a wall to the left.

“Oh, I’m so very lucky.” You said, an amused smile raising as you shook your head at his antics. “Are you perhaps ready to get down? Or do you want to hang some more?”

“What’re ya, stupid?! Of Course I want let down!” He replied, huffing and rolling his eyes, jerking on the rope once more, “I would’ve already escaped, but Lucifer tied to rope too tigh-” Right as he was about to finish his sentence, due to his recent constant movement, the rope tied around his feet had come loose. His body falling to the floor, making you take a quick step back and wince as he let out a loud groan. “Nevermind.”

“That’s tough bud.”

Levi

Hear me out on this…

Levi has been hauled up in his room for days playing some new game that has come out, and he’s been doing so good on it until he gets to the final boss.

He’s been working on this last boss over and over again that he’s begun to neglect himself of his meals, so you, being the nice human you are, decide to take him some because you’ve been worried about him.

But once you’re in his room, and trying to get him to pause the game for a moment, he finally does it. He beats the final boss. And in a rush of pure adrenaline he jumps up and kisses you right on the spot, not realizing what he was doing until he pulls away.

From the other side of the door you could hear the sounds of Levi groaning in frustration, the fighting sequence playing out from the game he was currently trying to beat.

Knocking on the door, you waited patiently, ready to recall the password to gain access to the third eldest brother’s room. But upon waiting a few more moments, there was no reply from the demon, instead, there was only the continuous sounds of buttons being smashed.

“Levi? Can I come in?” You asked, hoping that he had heard you over the loud volume of his tv. With no response, you balanced the small tray that consisted of a couple slices of spicy rainbow pizza you had learned how to make, specifically for him, along with a cup of warm tea. Using your now free hand, you grasped the door knob, giving it a small twist before gently pushing open the door.

Sitting in front of the tv, quite closely to be exact, was Levi. Controller in his hand as his fingers rapidly mashed against the buttons, muttering quietly to himself.

Walking into the dimly lit room, you proceeded to his desk, setting the tray down before sighing out, “Levi, maybe you should take a break. I haven’t seen you at dinner the last couple days, so maybe a food break would hel-”

“Oh-” He suddenly froze, causing you to pause your words. With furrowed eyebrows, you took a step closer to the demon, glancing briefly at the tv screen. “Ah…” The screen flashed brightly, in big, bold words across the screen, YOU WIN!

“Oh, you won.” You stated, switching your gaze from the tv back to Levi, his eyes widening, finally realizing what those words said.

“I won…” He trailed off, abruptly standing up from the floor, turning towards you with an ever growing smile. “I won!” His voice presumed more enthusiastically, fist pumping in the air as he had seen many anime protagonists do. “I finally did it!”

Laughing in amusement at his action, you nodded your head, “Yes, you did it. Now you can take a break, right?” You never got a response, as the next thing you knew, his lips were attached to yours.

Arms wrapped around your waist, holding you against him, his lips moved against yours slowly. His confidence grew stronger with every passing second…well…that is, until he pulled away and realized what he had done.

“WAAAHHH!!” He threw himself back, stumbling over his feet and landing on his butt. His face was quickly turning red, heart pounding erratically in his chest, “Y-you..” He couldn’t find any words to say, and even if he could, he doubted he’d be able to get them out with stuttering over each one.

Burying his face in his hands, he let out an embarrassed cry, his shoulders shaking as the picture of him pulling away from your lips played in his mind. The way your eyes fluttered open and immediately locked eyes with him, the way the corner of your lips lifted into a small smile, the way you…the way you looked like you enjoyed it.

No! No way would you actually have enjoyed a kiss with some stupid otaku…but…

“Levi,” You called his name, crouching on the floor in front of him, gently pulling his hands away from his blushing face. Hesitantly looking at you, his body shivered at the soft expression on your face, “As much as I enjoyed that kiss, I’d really like for you to eat, I even made your favorite.”

“Huh?” Turning his attention to the desk which held his meal, he smiled at the sight of his favorite pizza. “Oh thanks, I’ve been meaning to get something to eat.”

Chuckling at his response, you pat the top of his head before standing up, “It was my first time making it, so let me know how it tastes, okay?” Presenting him one last smile, you took your leave, making sure to close the door behind you.

“Of cour- WAIT! DID YOU SAY YOU ENJOYED IT?!”

Satan

Satan… Oh the book loving demon.

You both would be cuddled up, him reading one of his books and you scrolling through Devilgram.

One of his hands securely held the book, while his other held onto your hand, thumb caressing your palm, breath hitching everytime it began to tickle.

But wait! He unconsciously brings your conjoined hands near his lips, pressing light kisses to your fingertips, making his way up the palm of your hand to your wrist, stopping when his lips were met with the beating of your pulse.

AND HE’S DOING THIS ALL WHILE STILL READING, but don’t let him think that you miss the way his lips quirk up into a small smirk at the sudden jump in your heart rate.

You stared down at the screen of the device in your hand, thumb scrolling through today's feed which seemed to mostly consist of Asmo and what he had been doing all day. Sat beside you was Satan, quietly reading through the pages of a book he had plucked from one of his shelves before settling down with you. His eyes skimming across the pages, his thumb lightly brushing against the palm of your hand that he held, paying no mind to the way your breath hitched to hold back from laughing.

Feeling your hand being lifted, you turned your attention away from Devilgram for the moment, watching as the blonde haired demon brought your conjoined hands up to meet his lips. Delicately kissing the tips of your fingers all the while continuing to read, your D.D.D. long forgotten as you could only watch him with curiosity swimming in your eyes. Paying no mind to your gaze on him, he continued his ministrations, dragging his lips across the palm of your hand. Only stopping once he got to your wrist, his lips hovering over your pulse point before kissing it tenderly, smirking when he felt your pulse rise from his actions.

“Satan?” You breathed out, hand stuttering in his grasp, heat swirling in your chest as you watched him set his book down. Instead of responding verbally, he pulled you onto his lap, hands resting on your hips while finally meeting your gaze.

Adjusting his position, he buried his face into your neck, lips brushing against the sensitive skin, leaving a trail of kisses as he made his way up to your jaw. Tightening his hold on your hips he pulled away briefly, gauging your reaction before leaning back into to peck at the corners of your mouth. Smirk growing when you told him to stop teasing you, egging him on even more, he avoided your lips altogether.

Leaving kisses on your cheeks, forehead, nose, purposely depriving you of what you really wanted.

“Y/N,” He sighed, moving his hands from your hips to wrap around your waist, hugging you against his chest. “You’re beautiful.”

And finally…finally he gives in.

Allowing himself to fall into your desires by locking his lips with yours, slowly moving in sync. Your hands traveled up his shoulders until they were met with the back of his head, fingers tangling into his soft hair.

With your D.D.D. and his book long forgotten, the both of you got lost in your own desires, not hearing the knocks coming from the other side of the door saying that dinner was ready.

Asmo

While he is the Avatar of Lust, he enjoys being intimate with you.

Showering together

Doing skin care together

He just loves being close with you, and he especially loves being able to admire your beauty.

And if he does that by watching you through the mirror as you do the skin care routine he had taught you, then who are you to complain?

The bathroom was warm, steam still fogging up part of the mirror from the hot bath Asmo and you had taken. Standing in front of the mirror with a towel wrapped around you, you stared into the mirror as you gently rubbed in the moisturizer Asmo had given you.

Behind you, Asmo also stood in only a towel, gazing over your shoulder into the mirror rubbing his own moisturizer in. Though he seemed to struggle with finishing his routine as all he could find himself doing was watching you, mesmerized with your movements.

“Something wrong?” You asked, catching his eyes through the mirror, “You always finish up before me, what’s up?”

“Hm?” He snaps out of his daze, shaking his head with a smile, “Oh nothing, I was just admiring your beauty through the mirror darling, but of course, look at me as well. I’m the most beautiful person in all of Devildom,” He sighed happily, resting one of his hands against his cheek, “I was simply thinking about how fitting it was that I have the pleasure of having someone as beautiful as you by my side.”

Rolling your eyes, you smiled at his words, “How kind of you, my dear.” There wasn’t much left for you to do, except for getting dressed in your pajamas and then to finally relax in bed after the long day you’ve had, but as you were about to exit the bathroom, the fifth eldest brother stopped you.

His hands wrapping around your waist while leaning his chin onto your shoulder, continuing to stare at you through the mirror without a word.

“Asmo? Are you sure you’re okay?” You ask once more, attempting to turn your head to look at him face to face, but it was no use from how close he stood.

“I’m perfectly fine, my love. I just can’t help but admire how amazing you are.” He whispered, removing his chin from your shoulder, but still hovering over your bare skin. His lips slowly drag their way across your shoulder to your neck, giving you a quick peck before laying his cheek against the side of your head. “It’s as if you have me under some sort of spell.”

“Maybe I do.” You joked, turning around in his hold and pressing your lips against his in a swift kiss. “While you stand here all dazed, I’m going to get ready for bed.” Pulling yourself out of his embrace, you were finally able to escape the bathroom, “I’ll see you in bed once you’re finished, okay?”

You didn’t wait for his response, desperate to get some clothes on and lay in bed, but you were still able to hear his somewhat mumbled ‘okay’ before exiting.

Slowly returning to his routine, he still found himself thinking about you in that moment, the way you looked, the way your skin felt against his. The more he thought about it, the more his face began to heat up, and he knew it wasn’t just from the temperature of the bath he took.

Maybe you did have some sort of spell on him.

Or maybe, he just realized that he was in love with you.

Beel

Beel is definitely the type to love you no matter of your insecurities/flaws, he’s just so babygirl like that.

And something that he loves, besides eating and working out, is getting to lay in between your legs, his head resting on your stomach.

This mostly occurs in your bedroom late at night while having a movie marathon, or even if you were just scrolling through your D.D.D. before bed.

But sometimes he would catch you off guard, littering kisses around your body while you were too distracted.

He secretly loves the look of surprise that flashes across your face when you feel his lips on your skin, but what he even loves more is how flustered you become after catching him in the act.

The room was dimly lit, only the soft glow of the tv illuminating the walls. You laid on your back, one arm behind your head while the other rested on the Avatar of Gluttony’s back. His body was nuzzled between your legs, arms loosely wrapped around your sides, with his head laying atop your stomach.

Your full attention was solely on the tv, completely absorbed into the movie Levi had recommended you watch. And Beel, well, he decided to tag along to spend some time with you, and so far he wasn’t regretting it.

The movie wasn’t all that interesting to him, but he could see how invested you were into the plot as it only continued to thicken. Smiling when your hand clenched the back of his shirt, watching as the main character figured out what they had been missing the whole time.

Using one of his hands, he slowly lifted the bottom of your shirt, nudging his head in between the material of the cloth and your skin. Sighing, contently when he laid his head back down, the warmth of your skin bringing a new sense of comfort to him.

Being too captivated by the movie, you were unaware of the sudden shift underneath your shirt, or the sensation of the sixth eldest pressing light kisses to your stomach. His hand that had lifted your shirt holding your waist, fingers softly tickling your side, hoping for a reaction.

Flinching in your spot, you glanced down at the lump in your shirt, instinctively smacking at the hand that was tickling you. “Stop that, it tickles.” You scolded, the corners of your lips twitching as you tried to hold back your laughter.

With the tickling stopped and your attention now off the movie, you were now able to just barely feel his lips pressed against your stomach. Mumbling incoherent words from underneath your shirt, Beel tried to pull you even closer to him.

Your eyes widened briefly, lips parting in surprise, “Beel?” You whispered, gripping the bottom of your shirt with one hand and pulling it off his head. “What are you doing?” You asked slowly, getting a good look at his face now that you could see it.

His eyes were closed, laying his head back down but still tilted up in your direction. The smile he displayed was one you had seen many times, most often when you would catch him in the kitchen after nightfall, snacking on the leftover food in the fridge despite Lucifer telling him not to.

“I love you.” He stated, without even an ounce of doubt, opening his eyes to finally see your reaction.

You were frozen in place, hand still on his back, though it still gripped his shirt tightly. Eyes widened, staring down at the demon in surprise, feeling your face begin to heat up as his words finally sunk in.

Instead of finding any words to say, you hide your face behind your hands, whining out that he shouldn’t catch you off guard like that.

But it’s okay, you’ll deal with the newfound heat bubbling in your chest. It’s totally worth it when he chuckles deeply, giving you his usual puppy dog smile and repeating those same words. “I really love you.”

Belphie

Sleepy boy, Belphie, who spends most of his time napping.

Oftentimes dragging you along with him up to the attic where he knows you would least likely be disturbed, falling asleep pretty fast, leaving you wide awake as you would have just woken up for the day.

But that’s okay! You’ll still lay there with him, your arms holding him close just as he liked, admiring the soft look on his face while he peacefully slept.

It’s too bad though, that you didn’t make sure he was truly asleep, because now you’re stuck having to hear his teasing remarks.

It was warm in the room, yet not warm enough to make it unbearable.

Or maybe it wasn’t the room, no…maybe it was the thick fuzzy blanket and the youngest demon brother that had your body heat skyrocketing? You had been laying with Belphie for not even twenty minutes, but the demon was already asleep. His arms were wrapped around your waist, head buried in your chest, refusing to be separated from you.

Slowly removing your arms from around him, you broke free from his hold after struggling for a few silent moments. Slipping the blanket off of you and tucking it under the side he was currently laying on, you shuffled around in the bed, searching for a more comfortable position to help you cool off. Slipping your arm under the pillow you were using, you shifted down the bed so you were face to face with the sleeping demon.

His bangs were messily splayed across his forehead, eyebrows furrowed briefly before smoothing back out. A soft smile made its way onto your face, moving your hand to cup his cheek, brushing away the stray hairs that rested above his eyes. Moving your head closer, you brushed your nose against his, laughing lightly when his lips pursed, almost puckering and asking for a kiss.

“You’re so weird when you sleep.” You laughed quietly, giving the tip of his nose a quick kiss before resting your head back onto the pillow, content with just watching as he napped, knowing that you’d fall asleep sooner or later.

“That wasn’t a real kiss,” Your body jolted in shock, not prepared for Belphie’s voice to suddenly ring out, let alone his eyes to be peering into yours. His lips were set into a pout, “I want a real kiss.”

“I- what?”

“You were the one watching me sleep, I saw the way you looked at me.” He said, lips twitching up into a smirk. Slowly pushing himself up, he used his arms to keep him up, hovering over you.

“I was not!” You huffed, turning your head to the side, trying not to let it show that his teasing words had affected you. But with the way his thumb and index finger gripped your chin, turning your head back to face him, and the way your heart began to hammer in your chest. You knew that he knew what kind of effect he had on you, the smirk on his face said enough.

“Oh?” His voice was smooth, “So, you look at everyone like that?” He was pouting again, but this time he was doing it on purpose, teasing you, purposely trying to get under your skin.

“What? No, I don’t.” You answered, rolling your eyes, trying to look anywhere else but his beautiful violet eyes. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“You only look at me like that, right?” He asked teasingly, leaning in closer to your face, much like you had done before, brushing your noses against one another. “You’ll only look at me like that, right?” He rephrased, breath fanning against your lips as his eyes closed, your lips molding together much to your surprise, though you guess you should have suspected it coming from the Avatar of Sloth who enjoyed getting under people’s skin.

His lips were surprisingly soft, and tasted faintly of the hell cream cat tongue cookies you saw Beel munching on after breakfast this morning, remembering how the twins had made the journey last night to Madam Scream’s to specifically get them.

Your lips moved in sync with his, gasping when his hand that had been gripping your chin slid down your side, holding your hip as the kiss became more heated. After another long moment, you pulled away as best as you could to regain your breath, the demon following after you, not quite done with his assault on your lips just yet.

“I like it when you look at me like that.” He whispered, attaching his lips to your neck, allowing you your moment to breathe.

But don’t expect him to wait long, his want for a peaceful nap with you long gone, replaced with a growing fire inside him.

Diavolo

Diavolo is a very, very busy man. I mean, he is the future ruler of Devildom after all.

Time with him is rare, and even when you do get a sliver of a moment, Barbatos is always there to fetch his master who had run away from the work he needed to do.

With the almighty loyal servant of Lord Diavolo, one would imagine that he would never lose track of the future king.

So imagine everyone’s surprise when Diavolo is nowhere to be found. Sure, he was on a break right now, but within an hour he had a very important student council meeting to attend.

But little did everyone know, was that Diavolo had been ambushed by his favorite human who was supposed to be walking to their next class, and dragged into the nearest supply closet.

“Shouldn’t you be in class?” Diavolo asked, his arms crossed over his chest as he watched you close the door sneakily, laughing when you leaned your back against the door as an extra measure to keep people out.

“Let’s not talk about how much trouble I’ll be in with Lucifer right now.” You sighed, pushing yourself away from the door and approaching the demon. “I’ve barely seen you these past few days, it’s been torture.” You dramatically spoke, falling into his awaiting arms. Hugging him closely, you breathed in his scent, your nerves calming with just the slightest touch from him. “I’ve missed you.”

He hums in agreement, tightening his hold on you, tucking his head into the crevice of your neck. “I’ve missed you as well. Getting away from Barbatos is…quite a tricky task.”

“I can imagine,” You laughed, moving your head back so you could see his face. Still as handsome as the last time you had seen him, if not more. “I’m just happy I was able to catch you on my way to class.”

Not saying anything more, the both of you leaned in, lips connecting in a heated, passionate kiss. Your hands finding themselves unbuttoning his coat, toying with the tie tied around his neck. His own hands were on the back of your head, holding you in place, refusing to be apart from you after having not had any time to see you lately.

Taking a step forward, Diavolo swiveled around, pushing you against the wall he had been leaning on. Hands now perched onto your hips, pulling you closer to him, his lips traveling down your jaw and neck, stopping when they reach the collar of your uniform.

“Do you-” He started, pulling back just enough to catch a glimpse of your flushed out expression. His words were cut off by three knocks at the supply closet door, the shadow of the person on the other side peeking through the crack underneath.

“My Lord, I have given you as much time as possible, but it’s time for the meeting.” Barbatos’ voice rang out from the other side, a hint of amusement in the situation, but sternness as his master still had to attend to his duties. “You as well, Y/N.”

Your shoulders dropped in disappointment, sighing solemnly as you fixed your slightly wrinkled uniform before helping Diavolo straighten up his tie and button up his coat once more.

“Hey,” Diavolo spoke softly, catching hold of your hand before you could make your way to the door. You stopped in your tracks, squeezing his hand back as you gave him your attention. “Why don’t you come stay at the castle tonight? I’ll speak with Barbatos, that way we can spend the night together, what do you say?”

“Really?” The hopeful look in your eyes caught him off guard as you lovingly gazed at him, his smile dropping as a blush rose to his cheeks.

“Yes,” He answered without a waver, “I’ll make it happen.” He said, smiling in reassurance, “I’ll make anything happen for you, Y/N.”

As long as you keep that look in your eyes.

Barbatos

Barbatos is a very dignified man, always keeping his composure as the loyal servant to the future king of Devildom, Lord Diavolo.

But that doesn’t mean that he has another side to him, in fact, I believe that Barbatos is a man with many different sides.

I see him as being more intimate with you in private.

Now that’s not to say he’d say no to a kiss in front of others, but only a peck here and there. But I think that alone time with him completely makes up for the lack of pda.

After the doors are closed, he’s on you like a light, completely ravishing you and letting you know how much he appreciates you.

Stepping into the dark room, Barbatos undid the buttons of his blazer. A sigh slipped past his lips when he shed the clothed material, his gloves coming off next, fingers smoothing out the silk texture before moving further into the room, stopping beside his bed.

You were sprawled out in his sheets, clutching one of his pillows in your arms as a substitute until he was able to slip away from work for the night. You had arrived earlier in the night, having dinner with him and Diavolo before scurrying to his bedroom, leaving him with a quick peck on the cheek and telling him that you’d wait for him.

Turning his attention to the clock beside his bed, he sighed at the time displayed. He knew that he had overworked once again and kept you waiting until you had fallen asleep alone, but at least he could have the joy of waking up with you in his arms before repeating the day all over again.

Quickly changing into some sleeping clothes, the demon got into bed, adjusting your form into a more comfortable one for you to wake up in before lying down himself. Throwing an arm around your waist he sighed out once again, blinking owlishly when he found your eyes staring straight into his.

“Hey.” You said, voice hoarse, having just woken up from a deep sleep.

“Hello.” He pulled the blanket up over your shoulders, scooting closer towards you in the bed, “I’m sorry for making you wait.” His eyes closed momentarily, taking in the silence of the room, allowing himself to relax into the soft cushiness of the bed.

“It’s okay, you’re here now.” Tucking the blanket under your chin, you gave him a small smile, meeting his eyes once they had reopened. His eyes were narrowed in a teasing manner, a small, crooked smirk tugging at the corner of his lips.

“It’s been a while since we’ve had time to ourselves, my dear.” He started, closing in on you and brushing a hand over your cheek, “Truly is such a shame that our time has been reduced to the late hours of the night.”

You hum quietly, eyes feeling heavy once more, you lean in closer and place a kiss on the corner of his mouth. Pulling away to lay back in bed, the green haired demon followed after you, his lips capturing yours before you could even register what was happening. Your eyes widened, gasping into the kiss, your startled expression causing him to smile into the kiss.

“Barb?” Your voice shook, gasping for air when he pulled away, opting to hold you close to his chest for the time being.

“Shhh,” He cooed, one hand wrapped around your waist, while the other was under your head, acting as a pillow to keep you close to him. “Go to sleep, my love.” Kissing your forehead, he laid his head down onto his pillow, nestling his head on top of your. “Sleep well.”

Simeon

M O R N I N G K I S S E S

He’d wake you up with kisses early in the morning, despite you specifically telling him to not wake you up early.

He’d smile while doing so, even going as far to tickle your sides to get you up and moving.

And he’s just too damn adorable with his eyes crinkled as he puts on a big smile, voice soft as he tells you it’s time to wake up, so of course, you can never stay mad at him.

Your eyes fluttered open, the lantern on the bedside table lit, casting an orange hue across the room. You could feel the soft texture of Simeon’s lips, peppering kisses across your cheeks, his lips curled up into a smile as he did so.

“It’s time to get up.” He whispered, his breath tickling your cheek as his lips slid across your skin, kissing the tip of your nose. “I let you sleep in for a couple minutes longer.”

“Nooo,” You whined, turning your head to the side and attempting to cover your head with the blanket.

“Yes yes, we have plans with the others, remember?” He laughed, poking your side with his index finger, “And you’re the one that planned it.” Continuing to poke you, he took to tickling you instead, eyes shining in amusement when you began to wiggle around in the bed, desperately trying to escape from his attack.

Laughter bubbled up in your chest as your hands swatted at his gently, body rolling towards the edge of the bed where you were sure to fall if not for Simeon’s arms grabbing onto your and pulling you closer to him.

As your laughter died down, you found yourself frozen in his arms. His smile had softened, fondly watching as your heart began to race. Even just his face was enough to fluster you, especially when he was looking at you like…that.

“Stop it,” You said, turning your head away with pursed lips, “Don’t look at me like that.”

“Like what?” He chuckled, taking your chin in between his fingers and guiding your attention back to him. “Like I love you?” He asked in a teasing tone.

“Y-yeah!” You stuttered, hiding your face in your hands, hoping to conceal your expression from his eyes, but should have known better.

Carefully prying your hands away from your face, he hovered his face over yours, pressing a quick kiss to your lips not once, not twice, but thrice. “That’s because I do love you.” He quietly said against your lips, “You have no idea how much I love you.”

Solomon

DO NOT TRUST THIS MAN! He may seem all sweet and innocent, but I swear he’s a biter.

You’ll be in the middle of a sweet moment and he’ll kiss you all nicely, but then BAM he’s gnawing on your lip.

He’s just a cheeky little shit that likes to tease you.

And it works.

The sky was dark, very few stars littered the sky overhead in Devildom. You laid on your back, eyes locked onto the dark sky, silence surrounding you except for the occasional sound of Solomon humming.

“So this is what humans do nowadays?” He asked, still unsure what you both were supposed to do. He understood that you wanted to watch the stars, but was that all, was that really all you do?

“You’re talking like an old man.” You laughed, turning your attention away from the sky to glance at the white haired sorcerer. “And to answer your question, not everyone does this. Not everyone is into this sort of stuff, I guess I just wanted to try it out.”

“I see.”

It fell silent once again, and from the corner of your eye you could see that he had rolled over onto his side, now facing you. While your attention was on the stars, his was solely on you, watching, studying your every expression.

“And what’s the point exactly?” He smirked, seeming to already know the answer he was expecting to get.

“What do you mean?” Rolling over onto your side, you mimicked his actions, propping up a hand and resting your head on it. “What’s the point in watching the stars?”

“Yeah.”

“Well, it’s something to do. With friends, or a lover, it’s just a time to bond or whatever. I don’t know, I don’t know how this stuff works.” You shrugged your shoulders, hoping that he was satisfied enough with your answer.

“So then what are we?” He asked, leaning the front half of his body closer, “Friends…or lovers?”

Your eyes widened at his question, lips sealed as you finally registered the words.

“Idiot!” You softly scolded, smacking him on the shoulder making him laugh. “You already know the answer to that.”

“I know, I know. I couldn’t help myself, you’re so easy to fluster.” He slowly leaned in until your lips were connected. The kiss was filled with so much tenderness, so much passion that even you were surprised. His lips moved against yours in a gentle urgency, one hand cupping your cheek to keep you close.

But even with the kiss filled with so much passion, you know you should have expected something to be up the sorcerer's sleeve. You could feel the corners of his mouth twitch upwards into the kiss, his teeth gently grazing your bottom lip before taking hold of it, causing you to gasp in shock.

Pulling away, you rolled back a couple inches, putting some distance between the both of you. “Hey!” You stared at him with wide eyes, lips parted still in a state of surprise. “No biting so suddenly! Jeez you’re like some kind of wild animal!” You hid your face in the ground, ignoring the pounding of your heart as he could only laugh.

“So it’s okay if I bite later on, hm?” He teased, once again meeting with the wrath of your hand slapping against his shoulder.

“Shut up!”

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sokkadora · 5 months

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reunion in song — modern!mizu x covey!reader

summary: reunion with your best friend (and crush) after coming home from college

a/n: im still new to this show so if this seems ooc for mizu im sorry 😭 reader is supposed to be loosely based off of lucy gray baird from the hunger games because i have been obsessed with her since i saw the ballad of songbirds and snakes

wc: 2k

warning(s): musical whimsy, mizu being smitten with reader, alcohol, bars, reader had a sleazy ex boyfriend, fighting, typical (but toned down) violence, use of y/n

from the river to the sea, palestine will be free 🇵🇸

︿︿︿︿︿︿ ✎ᝰ . . . .

It had been a long time since you’d been home, and for your first return to be at the tavern you’d performed at with your family when you were young had only made it better.

Your hands shakily gripped the fretboard of your guitar as the song your covey played was quickly coming to an end, trying to get a grip on the fact you were performing again after being off at school for so long.

You breathed in deeply, the smell of alcohol and a lively sweat filled your sinuses from the rowdy crowd dancing to the music, and breathed out.

Nothing you couldn’t handle before.

At least your friends would be there. Akemi, Taigen, Ringo, it was lovely to see and catch up with them again after coming home. But one person was missing.

God, you missed her the most.

You had frequently talked over the phone while you were gone, but since you had come back, you hadn’t seen her anywhere. But you had sent her an invite to see your covey here tonight. You always did, even when you weren’t performing with them. She always came and watched from the corner, at least when you were there.

She was your closest friend, and you loved her. Even if it was in a way you weren’t supposed to, but you hoped the feeling was mutual.

You heard your cousin, Maude Ivory, shout your name into the mic and it snapped you out of your thoughts.

You quickly hopped on stage with your instrument, the crowd immediately cheering at the sound of your name. You grinned so wide, you thought that you probably looked like a clown, but you didn’t care. It was good to be back in your element.

Maude Ivory stepped back from the mic, cheering for you with everyone else as you did a small twirl, and practically leaped towards the mic.

“Oh, hey there everyone!” You tucked a lock of hair behind your ear, glancing around the crowd before you. “Did you miss me?”

“Yeah!”

You chuckled at their single response, “I bet you never expected to lay eyes on me again since I left for school, but I am back.” You grinned, nodding as you noticed your friends near the front, giving them a wave, not noticing the one you most yearned to see in the far back.

You crouched down and quickly took a swig from your water before turning your attention back towards your audience.

“Now, how about a song?” You queried, and the crowd responded by cheering once more. You grinned again and slowly began to strum the notes to a song you used to play often.

“Can’t take my past,

Can’t take my history,

You could take my Pa,

But his names a mystery,”

Mizu watched in awe of your voice in the back, reminded of how much overwhelming joy you filled her with just by laying eyes on you. Let alone hearing your voice; when you sang, she believed it was the most beautiful sound.

“Nothing you can take from me

Was ever worth keeping

No, nothing you can take

Was ever worth keeping,”

The covey soon kicked into gear after you ended the last note, the folky melody flooding the bar and echoing off the walls along with the stomping of boots from the crowd dancing.

Mizu fought back a smile, subtly nodding her head to the song as you performed it. Loving how you easily got back into the groove of performing, her eyes wandering over your form as you bopped along to the song.

“Can’t take my charm,

Can’t take my humor,

Can’t take my wealth,

Cause it’s just a rumor,”

Your eyes fell on your friends, you were happily clapping along to the song — Ringo a bit more than the other two, but it succeeded in drawing a bigger smile out of you before you zoned back in.

“Nothing you can take,

Was ever worth keeping,

No, nothing you can take

Was ever worth keeping,”

Mizu’s eyes followed your gaze to your friends before turning back to you, just when you looked in her directed and spotted her.

“Thinking you’re so fine..—“

Your smile dropped in surprise, eyes widening at the sight of the woman. The corner of Mizu’s lips couldn’t help but tug up, finally being able to meet your eyes for the first time in years that wasn’t through a camera.

You were even more beautiful than she remembered, and she already thought of you being more gorgeous than any flower or girl she’d ever come across.

“Thinking you’re in control,

Thinking you’ll change me,”

Your grin came back quickly, keeping your gaze on Mizu for a moment longer to memorize her rare smile before turning back to your audience.

“Maybe rearrange me,

Think again if that’s your goal,”

You began to hum into the mic before someone started stomping through the crowd, shouting your name. A woman chased after him and called his name as Mizu’s sharp gaze landed on him, narrowing her eyes at him immediately.

Why was he here?

You rolled your eyes, but continued strummming for the sake of your performance. It was your first performance back home, you weren’t about to let your ex boyfriend hinder your happiness.

His current girlfriend fought to get him away from the stage, her hand harshly gripping his arm but he yanked it away. He drunkenly stumbling towards the stage and attempted to hop on right in front of you with his accordion, causing you to cringe away, ceasing the playing of your guitar as the others slowly stopped right after you.

His girlfriend yanked back off stage.

“What are you trying to play with them, Yusei!?” She scolded. He placed his hand on the center of her chest and pushed her back, eliciting a gasp from the crowd that she stumbled into.

Another man pushed him for pushing his girlfriend, since everyone knew who she was.

The mayors daughter.

“Settle down- Settle down!” You announced into the mic, but no one paid you any mind.

A brawl began to break out, and Ringo quickly ushered your friends out while your ex crawled his way back onto the stage and gripped your long skirt tightly.

You attempted to back up and pull away, angling your guitar to your side as you glared down at him harshly.

“I know you miss me, (Y/N)!” He shouted, tugging at your skirt as you attempted to kick him off.

“You get your hands off me right now, I swear to god.”

Mizu began to step forward to yank the man off you, god knows how much she already hated him from past encounters, but a missed punched landed right on her jaw and she stumbled.

“Get your hands off me, Yusei!” You repeated in a shout, starting to panic as your hands gripped your guitar tightly.

The guitar strings began to leave marks on your fingers as Mizu recollected herself and marched over to the man, decking him in the face and effectively knocking him off you. You gasped as she punched him a second and third time before Ringo began dragging him off, and Maude Ivory tugged you off stage and through the back exit of the bar.

After getting outside, Mizu spit the blood out of her mouth after accidentally biting her tongue when getting punched and Ringo laughed.

“I never thought I’d have to save you,”

Mizu huffed a small laugh, before her mind returned to you, “She’s back.” She whispered, and Ringo’s eyes lit up with her.

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“You think I’m gone cause I left…”

Mizu paused on her search through the woods and meadows surrounding your hometown for you after hearing from Maude Ivory, looking to where the voice was coming from.

“But I’m the trees,

I’m in the breeze,”

Her feet began to move absentmindedly towards the singing, feeling inexplicably drawn to it. There you were. A smile quickly made its way onto her lips as she cleared the clump of trees onto the top of a hill, overlooking a meadow from its edge of flowers and tall grass.

“My footsteps on the ground,

You’ll see my face in every place

but you can’t catch me now,”

Her eyes landed on the back of someone’s head, the beautiful plucking of their guitar strings filling her head with a nostalgic sound she’d only felt when she was with you.

Snap!

Your head whipped around quickly at the sound of a twig snapping, your gaze quickly landing on the blue eyed woman a few feet behind you.

“Maude Ivory said I might find you out here,” Mizu spoke softly as you felt your cheeks heat up, and turned to set your guitar down against the rock you rested on.

“She was right,” You smiled softly, making your way around the rock to stand just a few feet away from Mizu. It was still too far for your liking, your body itched to run to her and feel her arms around you again, but it’d been so long…

“I’m glad you’re back,” Mizu spoke, with a warmth to her tone that was rarely ever there with the average person. But you weren’t a stranger to her. You never would be. She made her way to you, looking down at you as there was finally less than a foot of space between you. “I missed you. More than you’ll ever know.”

You smiled softly up at her, your gaze running over every curve on her face, admiring her. You wished you could’ve been home sooner, maybe if you’d never left…

You teared up, your gaze turning down and staying on her collarbone, you felt ashamed.

“I’m sorry I couldn’t come home sooner,” You began, and Mizu furrowed her brows in confusion. “I wanted to. I wanted to see you more than anything — I missed you more than anything, but I couldn’t afford the trip and tuition. I’m so sorry.”

Mizu put her hands on either side of your head, her thumbs rubbing the curve of your cheekbones as you looked up at her with so much love.

“It’s alright,” She whispered her reassurance, looking down into your eyes and then your lips before leaning down. She stopped right before kissing you, her forehead gently pressing against yours as she silently asked for permission.

Your stomach flipped as your hands came up to grip her shirt, your eyes fluttering shut before she tilted your head up and pressed her mouth against yours.

It was needy, almost pleading for you to never part and be that far from her again as her chapped lips molded to yours like they were made for resting against your own.

Your hands came up to grip her wrists as you parted, eyes still shut before she pressed her lips against your again, pulling you closer to her desperately. You let out a small whimper before you heard a whistle from behind you, and pulled apart to see one of your cousins waving and bounding towards the two of you.

“Looks like the proper authorities are looking for you,” You said softly, your hand resting on top of the one hand that still rested against your head before walking up towards Maude Ivory. “I’ll handle this; they’ll be here about the fight last night.”

“When will you be free again?” Mizu asks curiously, wanting to be in your presence again as soon as she could.

You smiled, stepping back down to take her hands in your own. “There’s a lake out in the woods if you remember.” You remind her, and her mind wanders to all the trips you’d take there as kids. “If you meet me here tomorrow we can go there. Like old times.”

“Like old times,” Mizu nodded, repeating your words before gently grabbing your face in one hand, planting one more kiss on your lips. “See you then.”

#mizu x reader #mizu x you #blue eye samurai x reader #mizu x oc #you x mizu #reader x mizu #mizu / reader #mizu/reader #you/mizu #reader/mizu #luzura writes #olive writes #zoe's works #my works

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f10werfae · 2 years

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Baby Doctor

pairing: Husband!Dad!Henry Cavill x Doctor!Reader

summary: Fans retell the events of what’s going on in the Cavill fam, especially with two new arrivals, the twins Poppy and Lucy

Requested by @stormcloudss

- Requests are open!

Likes, Comments and Re-blogs are appreciated♥️

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@/hensvavyvirl: Y/n is absolutely glowing after just having two baby cavills, just saw pap pics of Henry tying her hair up for her🫣🫣

>> @/marveldcgirl: Henrys new post about Y/n going back to work after giving birth is so emotional, he just loves her so so much

@/pieceofmind: Poppy and Lucy are such cute names, I just can’t contain myself after Y/n announced her and Henry are moving to the UK. I REPEAT THEY ARE MOVING BACK TO THE UK. They said in an interview that they want to raise their kids where they grew up

@/Atlasgiver: Y/n said she can’t wait to start in a new hospital, HENRY POSTED A VIDEO OF HER POSING IN HER NEW SCRUBS AND HE WAS WHISTLING AT HER 😭😭

>> @/winstonwho: I GOT DR Y/N AS MY CONSULTANT IN A&E AND SHE WAS SO SWEET AND NICE, FELT LIKE A MOTHER FIGURE

@/poppyrose: Seeing Henry as a girl dad makes me wanna cry out of joy. When I saw pics of him tying up the twins hair into mini pigtails, while Y/n got their baby booties on😭

>> @/lizziebet: I’m pretty sure I saw them at a park in my local estate, they were on a family walk. Kid you not both Poppy and Lucy were the ones holding onto kal's leash, and he is so gentle not to pull on them. THEN HENRY AND Y/N ARE HOLDING HANDS AND SHARING KISSES WHILE BEHIND THEM OMG

@/DChabes: Y/n and Henry on date night is the sweetest thing, bro I jus want what they have

@/HenryCavill: Glad i’m doing life with @/Y/nCavill♥️

>> @/Y/nCavill: Baby stop tryna butter me up and go change the girls' diapers😭😭 Dinner isn’t making itself

@/DailyTelegraph: Henry Cavill seen getting affectionate with wife Y/n Cavill by Hyde Park, babies Poppy and Lucy also in tow in prams beside them!

@/Listjaet: I remember watching Y/n's pregnancy on her youtube channel, and now I can’t believe i’m watching her go through motherhood

>> @/bobbyjo: I still remember her video when she first found out, and she surprised Henry by giving him a rugby ball with the words “Future No.1 Daddy” sewed into it 🥺

@/Bettieboops: According to Y/n, Henry can’t keep his hands to himself when it comes to her☠️ He’s constantly on her or annoying her whenever the girls are put down to sleep

>> @/HenryCavill: Well she never seems to complain when it’s happening so…

@/buttercuppuckerup: I just know Poppy and Lucy have Henry wrapped round their fingers, I’ve witnessed this man build a bookshelf for his wife, I can’t imagine what he’d do for his kids

>> @/Y/nCavill: He literally bought a sewing machine and is learning how to make yarn dolls😭 Then he is adamant that their bassinets are in our room for at least two days of the week for “bonding time”

@/truthberolled: Ok but Miss Y/n post pregnancy 🫣 That woman is fine asf, Henry care to share?

>> @/HenryCavill: No can do

@/peppersaor: Seeing how far they’ve come as a couple genuinely makes me tear up🥺 We lit watched them from the very start too when they first announced they were dating

@/freedi: Y/n in scrubs can step on me any day of the week, smart and beautiful?? Damn Henry got lucky

@/luckofdirish: Just saw Henry and Y/n on the beach with their babies. Each of them had one between their legs while they played with the sand, and both of them were wearing pink suits with tiny baby bucket hats. I swear I saw Poppy try to eat sand at one point because Henry had to keep pulling his hand out of her mouth

>> @/luckofdirish: Then when Henry went into the water, EACH BABY HAD THEIR OWN SUN CHAIR, it was honestly the cutest thing. Mama Y/n and her babies chilling under the umbrella while Henry played about in the ocean. Poppy and Lucy were very much jus sipping on their juice boxes while Y/n read them a book

@/user2586478: Omg that insta photo Y/n posted of Henry holding Poppy and Lucy’s hand against the sunset😭 Wtaf they’re such a cute family, i’m so glad they’re pretty open about their family for the most part, with us fans

>> @/dettypig: I totally get what you mean! I love how we basically get to see their family grow, without seeing the most intimate parts of their lives, because of course everyone deserves privacy. I can’t wait to see Henry building PCs for Poppy and Lucy when they’re older, Henry will be heartbroken if they’re not gamers like him🙃

@/legend69647: Dr Y/n just took my appointment at the hospital and she’s so much more beautiful in person, pics of Henry and the girls are literally everywhere

>> @/HorridHenrietta: Don’t even. I had her as well and she was blood amazing, she was so gentle when she had to examine my broken arm and she even gave my son free stickers even though he wasn’t the patient

@/Y/nCavill: Please can people stop trying to bombard our family home to get pics of the girls!! We are the only ones allowed to share pictures of our family and we’d appreciate if the paps respected that.

>> @/HenryCavill: I’d like to follow this by saying our girls are scared, legal action will be taken if this harassment doesn’t stop. Thank you for our fans who understand our situation♥️

>>> @/boompower: right which one of yall are attacking this poor family☠️ Don’t yall know basic respect and privacy? The girls are barely 3 and yet all they are getting is cameras shoved in their faces. Do Better.

@/pearpotur: Seeing Henry go all protective on the red carpet over his girls is so cute. He always has one arm around his wife’s waist, Poppy on his hip and Lucy on Y/n's or the other way round♥️♥️

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invidiia · 6 months

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⋆⭒˚｡⋆ "Happy Halloween!" 𖤐 bsd yanderes // reader

trick or treating with the yanderes of BSD! can be read as platonic or romantic.

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[ a/n ; HII HAPPY HALLOWEEN!!! i hope everyone's having a good day today! i'm going as reze for halloween, what about you guys? <3 separate posts for trick or treating prompt coming out later today! ]

[ warning ; yanderes lolsies, blood, mention of death/previous kidnapping ]

— disagrees with the very idea of you going out to trick or treat! aren't you too old for that anyway? only gives in when you beg. it'd be nice to let you get out of the house a little anyway.

— keeps a hand on your shoulder while you trick or treat. they don't even want to do this, it's just to make you happy, and they're willing to go out if it'll stop you from complaining about your predicament. tries to steer clear of other people, they're still cautious. absolutely afraid that you're going to rat them out and leave them.

— makes you share your candy as payment for letting you go out. you don't mind though.

FYODOR DOSTOEVSKY, JOUNO SAIGIKU, chuuya nakahara, yukichi fukuzawa, doppo kunikida, michizo tachihara, VERLAINE, agatha christie, ango sakaguchi, edgar allan poe, akiko yosano, ryuunosuke akutagawa, sigma, hirotsu?

— didn't plan to take you trick or treating, but wanted to. sure, they had an underlying fear you'd use that to run, but they knew they'd get you back anyway.

— goes with you to the door to ring the bell. (and depending on the character, might dress up with you, too!) keeps you close and doesn't let other people talk to you, other than kids that like your costume. you wouldn't tell a kid you were kidnapped, would you? probably not.

— goes through your bag of candy, probably pretending to find something they like, while they're making sure that there's nothing dangerous or something you snuck in. shares their candy with you, too!

osamu dazai, atsushi nakajima, sakunosuke oda, lucy maud montgomery, ichiyo higuchi, gin akutagawa, kyouka izumi (platonic), rimbaud, kouyo ozaki, tatsuhiko shibusawa

— gladly takes you, since it was their idea. they wanted to trick or treat with you, for both the candy, and getting to see you dress up and get a bunch of treats.

— obviously keeps you close. they doubt you'd run, and if you did? well, they'd just catch you and bring you right back. why would you run and ruin this night anyway? it's no fun to miss out on halloween! don't you want candy?

— shares their candy, watches horror movies with you, even makes little treats with you, like taking dough and wrapping it around a hot dog to make a mummy!

RANPO EDOGAWA, kenji miyazawa (platonic), mori.., ichiyo higuchi, q (platonic), nikolai gogol?

— forces you to go out with them, trick or treating or maybe just out cause it's halloween, nothing too social. probably kills someone for the blood to look real. "oh wow, that looks real!" "thanks, it is!"

i can't think of anyone who'd do this but nikolai idk

— platonic bonus :: probably goes through your bag. checks your candy for blades, or anything dangerous. they can't have you hurt, can they?

[ a/n ; "this isn't accurate!" suck my dick 😭 anyway uh if you see multiple on the same thingy, it's intentional, i probs couldnt pick just one. happy halloween !!! ]

#bsd x reader #yandere bsd #tw yandere #platonic yandere #yandere bsd x reader #yandere #yandere dazai #dazai x reader #yandere atsushi #atsushi x reader #yandere fyodor #fyodor x reader #yandere ranpo #ranpo x reader #platonic yandere bsd x reader #platonic yandere bsd #bungo stray dogs x reader #bsd dazai x reader

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glossamerfaerie · 20 days

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ACOTAR characters and the solar eclipse

Cassian: stares directly at the hidden sun without protective glasses, the dummy.

Nesta: whacks Cassian for his stupidity. She is unamused by her mate tackling her into his arms and flying straight into the clouds. Once she stops scowling and struggling, Nesta is quietly awed by how beautiful the sky looks. They spend the next few hours in the skies, flying north and following the eclipse’s path to the Illyrian mountains.**

Gwyn: hangs out in the training ground with her fellow priestesses, Emerie, and Azriel. Cassian had grabbed Nesta in the middle of training, and everyone else had agreed to pause their drills to admire the sky. While the priestesses and Emerie chatter amongst themselves, Gwyn notices that Az has removed himself from the group and is standing near the weapon rack. Gwyn approaches Az, teasing him that as a Shadowsinger, the eclipse is a triumphant moment for the shadows to come out and conquer the training ground. A puzzled Az asks what she means. Gwyn shrugs, explaining that she’d noticed that the shadows avoid direct sunlight and stay away during morning training. She’d only ever seen them at night or inside the house, you see. At these words, the shadows cautiously exit the House of Wind — but they don’t swarm the darkened training ground like Gwyn expected. Instead the shadows stay close to Gwyn for the duration of the eclipse. Gwyn laughs in delight and pretends to bat them away in jest. When the returning sunshine marks the end of the eclipse, the shadows don’t disappear into the safety of the house. To Az’s shock, the shadows hover around Gwyn for the rest of training, seemingly immune to their fear of sunlight for the first time ever.

Feyre, Rhys, and Nyx: Feyre has ensured that Nyx can’t take off his protective glasses by accident, taping them securely to the back of his head. When the eclipse starts, Nyx gets very upset and starts bawling — not because he’s scared of the dark, but because this has never happened before and it’s scary. Feyre quickly uses her Day Court power to light up her body, distracting Nyx and providing a source of light. When that doesn’t quell the crying, Rhys comes over and does his Night Court blanket of darkness trick, coating the River House with his power and stars. It’s still dark, but Nyx is familiar with this kind of darkness and stops fussing. 🥹

Elain: watches the eclipse in her garden. Alone. When the sun disappears, Elain suddenly, desperately, irrationally wishes for Luci sunshine. She wishes for sunshine, nothing else. Elain is relieved when the world goes back to normal an hour later, chalking up her pesky thoughts to temporary insanity and sun deprivation.

Helion: there’s no solar eclipse in the Day Court, duh. The Prythian path of totality has a random break between the Dawn and Night courts. Even science and gravitational physics have to obey the court borders, obviously. Rhys did invite Helion to view the eclipse in Velaris, but Helion declined. He’d attended a previous eclipse centuries ago and felt his magic wane during the phenomenon; while beautiful to witness, Helion has no desire to experience that vulnerability again after Amarantha’s imprisonment.***

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I wrote this out very quickly and missed some folks — I’d love to know how you think the characters would react! Wanna add your own take? Feel free to reblog or comment. ☀️🌄☀️

** Yes, I know the eclipse travelled southwest in the real world, but let’s pretend it can go north. I don’t know if that’s possible with science 😭

*** Idea shamelessly stolen from Avatar: The Last Airbender 😅 Hey, it makes sense!

#my acotar headcanons #gwynriel #elucien #feysand #nessian #gwyneth berdara #azriel #lucien vanserra #elain archeron #feyre archeron #rhysand #nesta archeron #cassian #pro gwyn #gwyn x azriel #nyx archeron #helion spell cleaver #emerie

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barblaz-arts · 15 days

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Thought of a couple more Drama Club ideas.

Rosie as the Home-Ec teacher who’s a genuine sweetheart, but don’t get on her bad side.

Odette and Clara (Carmilla’s daughters) being younger than Vaggie. Maybe 10-12 to emphasize how protective Carmilla and Vaggie are to them and in general.

Lilith writes and sings songs she posts online and performs in local concerts. She recently got noticed by a record company and has been away from home for a few months now. Luci and Charlie both love and support her dream coming true…. BUT PLEASE COME BACK HOME WE MISS YOU SO MUUUUCH😭😭😭.

I haven't fully decided on what these characters do in the AU yet but this is super cute. Tho i have to say I personally prefer to make Clara and Odette older than Vaggie, have them either be seniors or in college. Vaggie's old lore said that she died in 2014 in her early twenties. Her now being an angel doesn't necessarily mean that's retconned(yet!) so I still see Vaggie as someone younger than most of the cast and can't see Vaggie being a big sibling figure to the Carmine sisters. That's just me tho!

#asks #hazbin hotel

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lxinesux · 8 months

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i’m holding my breath for you

Characters: Tasm!Peter Parker

Relationships: Peter Parker/Reader

Summary: Reader regrets her time with Peter and attempts to push him away to get her friendship back. Peter does not take it well. Smut ensues.

Warnings: Blood, Fingering,Loss of Virginity, Floor + Counter Sex, Creampie, mildly dark!Peter, Possessive Sex

A/N: There’s a read more because this gets smuttyish pretty early. love creepy peter, hes just a liddle freak 😭. this is the unexpected second part of a story i posted in june-ish. read the first part here!

It had happened, it was real.

He got to touch the untouchable-make you cry out and cum and squirm. He did that. He had been the first to do that.

He’d wanted to fuck you-either with his fingers or his cock-but you were way too spent. He teased you relentlessly in the shower-chasing water droplets that ran over your body with his mouth, touching you all over, kissing you roughly against the shower wall.

You were irresistible, adorable, as you shied away from him, trying to keep his hands above your waist.

“I don’t think…I can’t…”

You could. You could come again. Over and over and over until you couldn’t stand. But he didn’t want to push you. That had been your first orgasm with another person. Stamina could be worked on later.

You were in your head, too. He could tell. You were never the most talkative but there was something going on between your ears he desperately wanted to know about.

Did you regret it? What happened?

Fuck. Did you not trust him anymore?

Was there a way for him to regain that trust?

He corners you in the kitchen, the smallest room in the entire apartment. It was very easy to do, given how small you were in comparison to him.

“We have to talk.”

“About what?” You turn away from him, trying to organize the groceries you bought on your measly paycheck. There wasn’t much, and he could tell you were avoiding him. You could only pick up and put down the same clementine before it became personal.

“About…that.”

“No, we don’t.”

His heart breaks a little.

He thought he’d made his case very clear and apparent.

He was in love with you. Had been for a very long time.

“I haven’t felt the way I do about you since…”

The silence lingers heavily in the kitchen. Your spine is ramrod straight, shoulders tensed. And you’re not looking at him.

Looking like a perfect soldier. Looking like you weren’t human, but a perfect robotic clone. The portrait of frigidity.

His stomach twists. Okay. Alright.

“Forget I said anything. We can just…we can go back to where we were before.”

“Can we?”

The knife between his ribs twists. Wonderful. Great.

“I don’t see why not. We can just..forget this happened.”

“Peter…”

He brushes past you, “Gotta head out.”

“Peter, wait-”

“‘Ts fine. There’s nothing left to say, fresh restart. Factory settings. Just…stop.”

And you do stop. You watch helplessly as he crawls out of the window and into the frigid night air.

Peter was avoiding you entirely.

You attempt to wait up for him, now that he’d made a habit of going on patrol without you. But more than once, you would fall asleep.

You found yourself missing him. The smell of his skin, his hair tickling your nose, the feeling of his arms around you while you slept.

The few times you saw each other in the apartment, he was curt if he made conversation at all. Not even a good morning or good night, just ‘hey’ and ‘bye.’

You’d rather be in the basement at Oscorp getting your brain scrambled than deal with this pain.

You had gone on your own patrol and had gotten back way past mid morning in an attempt not to run into Peter. You’d changed into your civies and walked through the front door-

There’s a stranger in your apartment.

She must have not seen you or if she’d seen you, she didn’t care. The entire apartment smells like breakfast-smoky and sweet alongside the bitter sting of coffee.

And she’s wearing Peter’s favorite t-shirt.

It’s fucking Lucy. Lucy from fucking accounting. She couldn’t figure out how to use the copy machine. The goddamn copy machine!

And she was in your shared apartment.

She had slept here, had slept in Peter’s bed, your bed.

She fucked your Peter.

The kitchen isn’t that large, the aisle blocking off the living room is short enough that the two of you make eye contact as soon as she turns her head.

“Lucy, I told you to-” Peter’s voice comes from behind you.

“Get the fuck out of our house.”

How dare he. How fucking dare he. Fucking sleep with some random girl beause you wanted space? You wanted his friendship back and he fucks LUCY?

Her lips are parting, like she wants to say something. Her hand is on her hips, like you’re just some girl in competition. Like you didn’t know how to break her neck in a millisecond, like you didn’t have the training to ruin that pretty face.

In an instant, she was an enemy and your programming slams into overdrive. You’re up and over the counter in a millisecond, the t-shirt bunched into your first.

Superhuman strength is a blessing and a curse. You only mean to maybe shove her lightly.

What you do instead is leave a Lucy sized hole in the cheap door to your apartment. She lands at the end of the hall. Every door on the floor is flung open, revealing shock and amused faces alike-all of them turned to you.

“You’re so lucky we weren’t evicted,” He sighed, “And that Lucy was only a little bruised.”

A little bruised was an understatement. Lucy has a contusion in her shoulder that’ll take weeks to heal.

You tried not to look too pleased at the news as you helped Peter install the new door.

“She’s lucky she was only bruised,” You breathe through your nose.

“Seriously?”

“Seriously. Why did you even bring her here? Couldn’t you guys shack up at her place or something?”

“I didn’t think you’d be back before morning.” He actually has the grace to look guilty, maybe a little sad.

“Whatever.”

More silence.

You chew diligently on your bottom lip until he speaks.

“I’m sorry. It’s been weird these past few weeks. I think…I think it’d be best if I moved out?”

“Excuse me?”

“Come on, you’re actually comfortable like this? We nearly fuck, we kiss. You mauled my one-night stand! You push me away, you try to reel me back in. Forgive me for getting mixed signals!” His hands move into his hair, running his fingers through it, “I can’t do this anymore, I really can’t! Seeing you, it’s like…it’s fucking torture. I can’t do it.”

“You don’t talk to me for weeks and this is what you have to say!? You think this is easy for me?! God, Peter! I don’t know how to feel about you! I’m a fucking lab experiment gone rogue! I’m barely a person! What part of that screams girlfriend material to you!”

“I’ll let the landlord know I’m getting off the lease. I’ll be out at the end of the month.”

“So that’s it?”

“I can call Stark back, so you aren’t by yourself. I know you hate that. I don’t want you to have to be alone. We just…can’t be alone together. Not like this. Not until I’m over this…”

“Fuck you, Peter Parker.”

The new door slams, the hinges cracking.

You’re awake for hours, waiting for him to come home. You smell him before you see him.

Blood. You smell blood, thick and salty, and wrong on Peter.

His suit has been shredded along his abdomen, the blood making the spandex cling to the open wounds.

He nearly falls through the window and you catch him before he hits the floor. Guilt is swift and immediate.

Wordlessly, you help him to the bathroom. He doesn’t fuss, doesn’t put up a fight.

You peel off his suit gently, careful of the-are those claw marks in his chest? Before you can grab the first aid, his fingers are loosely wrapped around your wrist. He pulls you towards him. Pressing you against him, his sweaty bloody body touching your skin. He lets out a tense breath.

“Peter-”

“Just let me hold you. Just for a little bit.”

You can’t say no to him. You let him run his fingers through your hair, rub your back. Gently, you lay your head on his shoulder, trying to be careful of his wounds but selfishly trying to soak up all the emotion and touch you haven’t felt in weeks.

“I’m sorry,” He breathes out after a long stretch of silence.

“I..I’m sorry, too.”

“I kept trying to push you.”

“I was trying to protect you from me.”

He takes your face in his hands. His blood feels tacky on your cheeks. He brings your foreheads together, his breath warm against your lips. You remember what it was like to kiss him. How he’d begged for it, begged for something so simple as that.

The thought makes your body pulse in ways you don’t want to think about. Not right now. His thumb rubs against your cheek, leaving your flesh tingling in its wake.

“I don’t need you to protect me. Let alone protect me from something I want.”

“I told you before, you don’t know what you’re asking for.”

He chuckles weakly before letting you go. You grab the first aid kit out of the medicine cabinet but still feel his eyes tracing along your back. When you turn, he doesn’t shy away from his staring, a goofy smile still plastered on his face.

“I wanna kiss you again.”

“Peter, can you focus?”

“So mean to me,” He pouts when you come near him, “I’m injured and you won’t kiss me better?”

“You’ve lost a lot of blood. Healing factor is making you loopy. Sit up straight, I’m going to disinfect your wounds.”

“Yes ma’am,” In the same scratchy voice that he had when he-

Ugh. You are not thinking about that right now. Even if he’s being too handsy, running his hands over your hips, up your sides. Trying to pull you into his lap.

“I can smell it, ya know? Super senses.”

You want to dose him with the rubbing alcohol bottle just to get him to stop talking. His blood was clotting nicely and you’ve since surmised that most if the blood on him wasn’t him as you feared.

“Smell what?” You dab him gently instead. A tight, clean gauze dressing and the deep marks should go away in a few days. You apply the clean cotton and begin to wrap him up, seconds away from applying skin safe tape.

“When your cunt’s wet, when I turn you on. Like now. Can smell it, always have. That’s how I know you want this too, you’re just scared.”

Your noses touch when you look at him earnestly, “I am scared.”

“I’m scared, too,” His fingers move through your hair, his eyes scan your face, “I don’t want to lose you. I don’t wanna lose your trust.”

It feels good. The silence surrounding you doesn’t feel as oppressive knowing that you’re both in it together. Your eyes close without your permission, lounging once again the comfort of just having Peter touch you again.

“I trust you, Peter.”

You feel his face move further toward you, his lips inches away from yours.

“Say that again,” he whispers breathlessly, “Please, say that again.”

“I trust you.”

It was the closest thing to confirmation he was ever going to get, but he’d take it.

His lips press against yours, a soft peck. Another and another until he can feel your body relax. He’s been so starved of you, greed fills him when your lips part. He lifts you up, possessive hands firm on your ass.

God, you were soft. So soft and warm. He wants to devour you, piece by piece.

He puts you on the bathroom counter, your legs hike up over his hips. Your pussy is pressed against the tent in his pants through your thin sleep shorts.

He won’t pull away. His lips leave yours only briefly to catch his breath. Your shaky hands move through his hair and he shutters.

“Missed you so bad,” He whispers, “Missed you so fucking bad.”

His hands move up your shirt, his warm hands traveling up to your bra and then running back down to your thighs.

You whimper, your flesh breaking out in goosebumps. His lips trail pecks from your mouth, across your cheek, and down your neck. The soft noises you make control him. You’ve never experienced pleasure like this and he wanted to be the only one to give it to you.

The only person you’ll ever have. The idea of anyone else seeing you melt like this makes him suck the sensitive skin of your neck between his teeth.

“Peter-“ Slightly desperate. Begging almost.

He pets your hair, “Shh, baby. I’m right here. Do you feel me?”

He pulls your hips tighter to him. Your fingers dig into his shoulders. When you hiss between your teeth, he can feel himself leak precum.

“Y…yeah…” You move minutely against him, “Yeah, feel you. Feels good…”

He kisses you again, just to taste the words. He pulls away just to get your shirt off. New skin for him to put his mouth on. He unhooks your bra easily, how starved he was for your flesh. He mouths along your collarbones, leaving bruises with his mouth that would linger on your skin.

He kisses down your chest. Your nipples are hard and pink and distracting.

“Peter, Peter, I-“

His tongue swirls around a nub, the other is tortured by his fingers. He pulls it away from your flesh. You try to move your chest further into his face. Christ, you’re so fucking adorable. You gasp and writhe.

Fuck, you’re getting so wet too. He can feel it against him, dampening the front of your panties and his Spidey suit.

His cock aches. He needed to be inside you, couldn’t take getting pushed away again. He was going insane. He was going to jump out of his skin if he had to wait any longer.

“Get down.”

“Wha?” Your voice is thick and heavy. Your eyes are glazed over. It’s making it so much worse.

“Get down, lean over the counter.”

For the first time in weeks, you do as you're told. Your panties are around your ankles before you realize it. He spreads your ankles apart.

Your pussy is pink and glistening. His mouth waters while he admires it. You whine.

“Nah baby, don’t be embarrassed. Most perfect thing I have ever seen…” He kisses along your shoulders, down your back.

His hand moves between your thighs, “You’ve never had anything inside this sweet pussy, have you?”

Your cheeks are flushed, “No…”

He smiles, reaching around your front and pressing against your clit.

“Oh my god-“

“Breathe, baby,” He presses the tip of one finger against your opening, “Gonna open you up so I don’t hurt you. It’ll feel good, I promise. Just breathe.”

One finger slides in instantly. In and out, hearing the sound of your soaked cunt. He can see your legs lock at first as you feel the awkward pressure. You relax again when you get accustomed to one finger. Another slides alongside and you keen as the press against that spot inside you.

“Too much…” You whimper.

“Pretty girl, I know you can take more,” His fingers speed up slightly as you leak against him, “Fuck, you’re so tight. Been dreaming about you cumming around my cock…”

Your eyes flutter closed, your mouth opens just slightly. Your hips move back against his fingers. You might be trying to say something, but the only thing Peter can hear is-

“Ah, ah, fuck, please…”

Your face in the mirror is gonna make him lose it. He gently tilts your head back.

“Look at yourself,” He whispers in your ear, eyes locking with yours in the reflection, “Look at what I’m doing to you…”

Another finger, his free hand returns home to your clit. You don’t avert your eyes, even though you really want to. Watching your own skin flush, your pupils unfocuses, your jaw slack.

“‘m so close…so close…”

Embarrassing for you, arousing for him.

He pulls his hands away from you. You whine, your chest rising and falling rapidly. “No!”

You feel the tip of him press against your hole. Protests die in your throat. He’s big. So big, you don’t know if he’ll fit. He might tear you apart. You feel so empty though, open and ready. If he doesn’t do something, your heart is gonna explode in your chest.

You trust him.

He’s trying so hard to be patient. You’re a fucking velvet vice around the head of his cock and he wants to feel you all around him. He pushes in farther, letting out a strained moan.

Your breathing picks up, your eyes squeeze shut. He knows before you say. He can feel your walls pulse, your thighs quivering-

“Cumming, Peter, fuck I’m gonna-“

He nearly finishes right there and then. Your cunt tightens impossibly around him, trying to milk him for all his worth. Your body crumples, nearly hitting the floor. He holds you while you shutter through it, kissing along your temple.

He guides you gently to the floor, laying you on your back before boxing you in with his own. He guides your thighs over his hips.

He slides in much easier after your first orgasm. By the time he’s fully seated inside you, you already accept your fate. He takes a minute to look where you're conjoined, your puffy pussy taking all of him.

He pulls out just enough before slamming back in, watching your face. Your groan, your head lulling back. He does it again, and again. Shallow, slow thrusts to get you used to the weight of him. He’s seeing stars behind his eyes, watching your face contort while he overstimulates you on purpose.

“You’ve got more in you,” He pants out, “I know you’ve got more in you.”

Those swallow thrusts change into deeper, faster ones. Hitting that spot inside you over and over. Your skin glistens with a light sheen of sweat, his blood is drying on your body. The sight of it is making him insane. Peter leans over and starts sucking bruises into the soft flesh of your neck. His teeth trace your jugular.

“One more,” He breathes in your ear, “Gimme one more…”

Your abs are twitching underneath him, whimpering and whining and clinging to him. You say his name over and over, like it’s the only word that exists in your brain.

His thrusts get more sloppy, feeling your own second impending orgasm build pushes him toward the edge.

“Gonna cum inside you…” Not a question, a statement.

No going back.

You only cry out, seeking out his mouth to drown out the embarrassing noises you’re making. He licks into your mouth just as you tighten and gush around him again.

With one final thrust, he cums deep inside you. He bites down hard on your lower lip.

Now, he’s got your blood on him. No matter how small the amount.

“I love you,” He whispers against your skin, “I love you…”

You nod, struggling to catch your breath. You lean your head against him.

“If you love me, really, you’ll help me clean up.”

He laughs. It’s the prettiest sound you’ve heard in weeks.

“Fine,” He presses a noisey kiss to the crown of your head, “Shower?”

“A shower shower,” You say, “No funny business.”

“I promise nothing.”

“Christ, Peter, at least wait until I can stand…”

It’s a start.

#tasm peter parker x reader #peter parker x y/n #peter parker x you #peter parker x reader #spider man x you #spider man x reader #spider man x y/n #tasm peter x reader #tasm peter parker #tasm peter smut #tasm imagine #andrew peter parker #peter 3 x y/n #peter 3 x reader

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frogserotonin · 1 year

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Hiiii, I badly need more Anthony Lockwood x reader on this app so could you do one where reader joins the agency and there are immediate sparks between her and lockwood (he's always flirting with her, he always does small things for her and he always protects her first in a mission) and one day he gets really injured trying to save her during their missions and at home she's really worried when patching him up and they end up confessing to eachother after they have a mini argument. Then they kiss and make up or makeout 😘

god yeah anon, i get what you mean, the reason im writing is literally bc i need more fanfic 😭 i have read every fucking lockwood x reader on here and ao3 if ya'll want anything written just ask :D - lots of love, mars

everything - anthony lockwood x reader

warnings: violence, ooc, kissing, cursing

You weren’t exactly sure when it had started, this weird tension between you and Anthony Lockwood. It was an odd thing that the both of you left unspoken about, despite the numerous jokes, comments and questions from Lucy and George.

Maybe it had been when you’d first joined the agency. When he’d opened the door to see who was knocking and gone completely slack jawed at the sight of you, before collecting himself and adorning his prize-winning smirk.

“Well hello love, how may we help you?” he’d said, casually resting against the doorframe.

“Are you Lockwood of Lockwood and Co?” your cheeks had reddened from the cold and nothing else. Most definitely not because of the casual pet name he’d thrown in.

“That would indeed be me.” he nodded, easy smirk still resting on his lips. “I assume you’re here for an interview then, come on in and we’ll get you sorted.”

After you’d passed the interview with flying colours, he’d told you how much he looked forward to working with you with a wink and a charming toothy grin. Even now, your heart rate went up a considerable amount every time you saw that fucking smile.

Maybe it had been your first case, when you and Lockwood had had to hide from a very persistent Type Two and you’d dragged Lockwood into the nearest open room and shoved him into the wall. You’d pinned him there with one hand on his arm, pressing it to the wall, and the other over his mouth. Afterwards he’d tried to charm his way out of your teasing his red face.

You didn’t know when it’d started but far out, you knew that it was there and that if nothing happened soon you might just kiss him the next time he speaks.

~~~

“George, Luce, angel, we’ve got a new case.” Lockwood called from the hall, placing the phone down and smiling widely. (Damn that smile, it made your heart weak and your brain fuzzy) “We’re going as soon as possible so it’s best we get ready as fast as we can.”

And that was that. You all packed the necessities, like you always did. You all loaded into a taxi and waited patiently until you were at the clients house, like you always did. Lockwood checked with you to see if you had everything you needed, like he always did.

“George!” Lucy called from her place halfway up the stairs. “Come with me, we need to check out the drawing room you read about.” You almost missed the wink she directed your way.

Great, now you and Lockwood were alone. Fan-fucking-tastic.

“Shall we?” he offered his hand and pulled you towards some of the creepier looking closed doors, not-so-discreetly pulling you behind him. Slowly he opens the furthest door, nothing happens. You open the second door, and suddenly you’re thrown against the wall.

“Y/N!” Lockwood cried, pulling his rapier out and swinging it at the ghost that’d materialised. For a bit he succeeded in pushing it back, allowing you time to reorient yourself, before he too was thrown away from the ghost, his rapier landing near his head. You groaned and hauled yourself up, grabbing your own rapier and stabbing at the ghost. It disappeared, then reappeared behind you, causing you to swing around wildly, accidentally putting yourself in the ghosts close vicinity. You felt your limbs start to lock up as you held eye contact with your doom, hoping and praying that Lucy and George had found the source and were covering it with the silver net. The ghost moved closer and closer to you, and you silently mourned all the things you never got to say.

And then, just as you’d accepted your fate, Anthony fucking Lockwood pushed you out of the way. You didn’t have time to dwell on that though, the both of you rolling in opposite directions so as to avoid the ghost swiping at you, before disappearing. You sat up and looked at Lockwood, catching his eye and sending a wobbly smile his way.

“You okay?” he asked, voice a bit strained. You nodded and asked him the same question.

“Yeah…I’m good.” he said, lying through his teeth.

“The fuck you are.” You forced your sore body to stand up so you could walk towards him and check him for injuries.

“Y/N! Lockwood!” Lucy ran towards you, halting your endeavour. “Are you two okay?”

~~~

The taxi drive home was awkward and tense. You fought a raging battle against the urge to call him out for being injured, to ask him what was wrong.

When you got home you dragged Anthony into the kitchen and sat him down on a chair.

“Tell me where the fuck you’re hurt right now or I swear I will find out what your worst fear is and make it real.” Lockwood chuckled.

“Love, I’m fine, really.”

“Don’t lie to me, Lockwood.”

Then silence and a slight guilt and still, somehow, that damned fucking tension. So you, do what any normal person would do and pull his jacket off, immediately spotting where he was injured due to the blood staining his white shirt. More silence and more guilt, that stays in the air while you wrap his cut.

“I’m sorry-” He starts but you’re quick to cut him off.

“If you were sorry you’d stop throwing yourself at danger at every given opportunity. You’re so fucking reckless, all the damn time!” You didn’t mean to start berating him but now you couldn’t stop, because he did need to hear this. “Do you know how much you worry us? Do you think George and Lucy and I like seeing you get injured? Goddamn it we care so much about you. Why do you pull these stunts?”

You only now realise how close your faces are. You could feel his breath on you face.

“I don’t think you realise how deeply I care for you.” he whispered, voice husky and low. “You are...everything. I can't breathe when you're not around me and I can't think when you're near me. I would set the entire world aflame if you asked me to. You're the first thing I think about when I wake up and the last thing I think about before I sleep. I love you so much it hurts my heart and my head and my entire being."

You didn't know what to say to respond to that. You were a mess. God maybe-

Fuck it.

His lips were soft against yours. His hair between your fingers, softer. His hands on the sides of your face, gentle. You were kissing him and he was kissing you and you were losing your mind.

"Darling, you drive me insane." he whispered against your lips, matching smiles painting both of your faces.

"I love you too, idiot."

"Of course you do."

#anthony lockwood x reader #anthony lockwood #lockwood and co #lucy carlyle #george karim #mars's fanfiction stuffs ✨

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writtenontheport · 9 months

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Hi can you do a lockwood fic where you’re in the library late at night and you decide to play classical music and he asks you to dance (kiss on hand as a greeting, lucy recording and having a bet with george, etc) thanks!

Hear the Crackle of the Radio, I Know I’m Home

Anthony Lockwood x (gn) Reader

Warnings/Tags: Fluff, sleepy Lockwood, dancing but it’s more like just staying in each other’s arms for the sake of it, repetition, I’m a SUCKER for fluff

Notes: Thank you anon for this sweet little request, I absolutely adored writing it!! I didn’t know how to incorporate a classic piece at first (considering their technology would be quite behind and they don’t have access to boomboxes or speakers) but then I remembered the old radio my family used to have. Lovely thing it was, I miss the crackle of it dearly!

ALSO, I MISREAD YOUR REQUEST SO BAD ANON. IM SO SORRY 😭 -added after posting LMAO,,,,

Summary: It’s a quiet day in the library— until Lockwood comes and forces you up from your seat to dance with him.

The static of the radio fades away into the crunch of violin and piano compositions, coming through gently and filling the room. There’s an air of old books and frail paper about you as you handle the fragile pages. The paper is old under your fingers, the texture familiar in your hands; the library smells of the past and sounds of it too.

You didn’t expect anyone else to be awake considering they all just got back home after a long and tedious case, but Lockwood comes into the library with a sleepy smile and you find yourself pleasantly surprised. He’s in a loose white T-shirt and the pyjama pants you bought him not too long ago, looking just about ready to pass out as he makes his way over to you. Much like a cat, he smiles patiently as you put away your book before unceremoniously dropping himself into your lap.

“Anthony,” You laugh, moving him around into a more comfortable position. He’s like putty in your hands, he is; sleepy and warm and all too happy.

“I checked, and you weren’t in bed,” He mumbles, his face resting in the space between your head and collar. His eyes peer at you from behind his lashes, hooded with exhaustion that has him blinking slowly. “ ‘Just wanted to make sure you were alright.”

“I am very alright, now that you lot are all home.” You press a kiss onto his head, a hand combing through his hair. “I was about to head to bed, actually. Have you checked on Lucy and George?”

“Already—“ he yawns here, stretching out all his lanky limbs “—did. They’ve both headed into their rooms already.”

He leans into your touch and into you, relaxing in your arms. He snakes his arms your waist and his lips end up on your jaw. If Lucy or George were here, they might have had half the mind to call you both out on your lovesick behaviour. Since it was just you two, though, that goes unspoken. You hope Lockwood ignores the quick beating of your heart just as Lockwood hopes you can’t feel his smile on your skin growing coy. The world filters back in around you with every breath; library pages and the sound of something slow and relaxing.

“Let’s dance,” Lockwood mumbles, not pulling himself up. “This is our song.”

It is not your song; you don’t have one, (yet, you secretly hope) but you indulge him with a laugh. “Get up then. I can’t dance if you’re on me now, can I?”

It takes a solid minute for him to make good on that, at which point you think he’s fallen asleep before he blows into the skin of your neck and you swat him. It’s a giggly affair getting up, books left forgotten on the table and the radio drowned out by your joy. You take your places in the center of the room, Lockwood more awake as he gazes lovingly into your eyes. The piece rises to new heights as you both begin dancing slowly, a bit off beat with the music, but in tune with the rhythm of your hearts.

With one arm wrapped around your lower back, and the other in yours, it’s more of a sway than a dance. And yet you sway, to and fro, to and fro, as the music swells and softens through the radio crackle. His eyes trace your face with such tenderness and care; smiling subconsciously as he sways with you.

When you’re on the job, Lockwood is doing little more than burning himself into ash and soot to protect you all; ghoulishly hollow in all the ways he has already given himself up for you, George, and Lucy. You scold him for it, all of you, and he does try to make it better, but sometimes you can only be thankful of what you have still. This look of his is one of them.

This particular look is reserved for you alone, made of gentle edges whittled down by your persistence to get close; the walls around his heart so low they’re all but flattened. This particular look is full of something more than just ash and hollow soot: it’s full of warmth and giddy happiness. This particular look is one you can’t help but cherish.

“You look lovely today,” He hums, peering into your eyes as he masterfully dodges stepping on your feet. His hair is messy and crumpled from where you’d ran your hand through it, making him all the more endearing.

“And you look like you’re about to pass out,” you tease, squeezing his hand.

“How do I look like besides that, though?”

“Gorgeous and radiant,” You playfully coo, laughing when his face splits into a wide grin.

Nothing else is said after as you both fall into the rhythm of being near each other. To and fro, to and fro, you sway; to and fro. The smell of old books and the sound of a crackling radio all fade into the background as you and Lockwood slowly but surely lean in to rest your foreheads gently against one another’s. He pushes his nose into yours, humming along to the song, and like instinct your lips fall into each other’s. The world sways as you do, to and fro, to and fro.

Kissing him tastes like warmth and joy bottled up; feels like sinking into your bed and hiding yourself away from the world. Kissing him feels like everything is going to be all right.

A camera click startles you both and you quickly pull away (still in each other’s arms) to find Lucy at the door. She’s grinning ear to ear with a twinkle in her eyes as she leans back out of the doorway and yells,

“George! I won!” and leaves.

You and Lockwood stay there standing, before slowly falling into a fit of giggles and deeper into each other’s arms. From beyond the door, Lucy and George race down the steps in a thunderous manner, and suddenly the whole of 35 Portland Row is awake well past midnight. You wouldn’t have had it any other way.

Your song plays again the next day in the library, and the smile that takes you over has Lockwood kissing you again just for how beautiful you are to him. The world settles in your kisses, and when you dance you do little more than hold onto each other and sway; to and fro, to and fro.

A/N: This actually gave me some nostalgia, because I used to love the radio (the old classic ones they don’t make anymore) and I loved when we used it. I’m also SUCH fan of swaying with someone you love gently, and just— UGH.

#portie writes fanfic #anthony lockwood x reader #anthony lockwood x you #lockwood and co x reader #lockwood x reader #lockwood x you

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pasta-in-the-pudding · 4 months

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So as mentioned in a separate post I read by you, you mentioned Jeff had a mannequin named Lucy in his room who was his "true love" 😭😭

Basically how would he handle his s/o finding out about Lucy??

Oh my goodness we STAN lucy 🫶🫶🫶

Thank you so much for requesting!!

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Finding out about Lucy as Jeff's s/o

It had been about 4 weeks or so since you and Jeff had begun dating

And it's been wonderful so far

Neither of you are perfect, but your relationship is loving and very refreshing

And with the conversation you got wrapped up into tonight, you almost called all that into question

You, Jeff, Ben and Toby were chilling in one of the manor's many living room areas, chatting about nothing in particular when all of a sudden, Ben speaks up

"Sooo, have you been introduced to Lucy yet, y/n?"

You make a confused face and tilt your head "Lucy? Lucy who?"

Ben and Jeff look at each other, and Ben lets out a dramatic gasp

"Jefferey! You haven't told y/n about Lucy? What kind of boyfriend are you?"

Jeff decides to play along "I guess I just never got around to it"

Ben looks back at you "Y/n, I don't know how you'll take this, but uh...Lucy is Jeff's...intimate partner, so to speak. They've been on and off for years"

Your face heats up and you look over at Jeff with shock "What?? You never told me about any other partners!"

Honestly it probably wouldn't have been that big of a deal if he would've just told you about this, because this is a huge dealbreaker

Jeff uses his pinky to dig around in his ear "oops."

"oops?? That's all you have to say?"

"She lives here in the manor." Ben says "Would you like to go meet her?"

You look down at your lap and are very quiet for a few minutes, taking in all the information

Eventually though, Jeff lets out a huge sigh and stands up, picking you up by your arm and making you stand as well "Come on. It's not that big a'deal."

'Not that big a'deal?!' you think, quietly following Ben and Jeff to Jeff's bedroom

You hadn't been in Jeff's room yet, so the entire experience was pretty new for you

You were immediately taken back by the smell, it was a mix of body odor, blue razz, and nicotine

The next thing you notice is how messy it is, you could barely walk without tripping over either clothes or trash

And as Jeff walks through the mess, he comes to stand next to a very disheveled mannequin

"There she is" Ben says in an admiring tone "Our girl Lucy. Aka Jeff's one and only"

You study the mannequin confusedly

She is missing fingers, has a knife through her eye, is missing a leg, has a matted and tangled wig practically falling off her head, her makeup is smudged and almost wiped off, and she has mlp stickers over her nipples

You are once again, quiet for a moment

"You're joking, right? This is her???"

Jeff looks up at Lucy and begins to stroke her hair "Yep, this is her alright. Sight for sore eyes, isn't she?"

You begin to laugh before coming over to jeff and lightly slapping his chest "You jerk, you had me seriously worried!"

"Nah, you ain't gotta worry. I like you pretty good" he says, pulling you into his chest and kissing the top of your head

You look at Lucy again, and study her closer "What was the point of the stickers even?"

Jeff sneers "well I can't leave my girl naked and cold now, can i?"

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honeystwiggypeach · 2 months

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I heard you still write. If you still write for Eddie and Lucille I’d love a fic about them. Been missing them lately

Hi! I definitely still write for Eddie and Lucille, I’ve been missing them too I just haven’t had the motivation to like sit down and write like I should, nor did I have any ideas but I have one!

Anywho, thank you sm for the request if you want me to write anymore Eddie and Lucille let me know pls I love them sm😭

Dad!Eddie x Mom!Reader

Dad!Eddie Munson Series

Tw: reader has a cold, fem!reader

You’d woken up with a pounding headache and a cold sweat, you let out a quiet groan.

“Eddie?” You murmur your clammy palm touching your husband’s bare back. “Think ‘ve got a fever”

His hands press against your head and he nods. He starts to sit up resting his arms against his knees, the sheets falling round his waist.

You blink up at him groggily seeing the sun peaking in through the window above the bed. You roll over in bed as you look to your husband. You let out a quiet groan hearing your baby, Davie start to cry.

Not even five minutes later, Lucy is bursting into the room, “Mama! Baby Davie’s up!” She tells you eagerly. You let out a whine shutting your eyes as you try to resist the urge to burry your head in your pillow.

Before you know it your husband is taking over, getting Lucy ready for preschool and calling Wayne to ask if he could watch Davie for the day.

“Sweetheart?” You hear Eddie ask as he pokes his head in the room David on his hip and Lucille clinging to his calf, you hum in acknowledgment. “Ya want me to call in sick for ya?” You shake your head no. Lucy’s birthday was soon and you just needed to save up a little more for that Barbie dream house she wanted!

It takes an extra hour but eventually you show up to work, making sure to stay away from your coworkers, and somehow making it through the day.

When you get home you take a hot shower and lay back in bed, and when Eddie gets home he knows you must still feel sick since all the lights in the house were on.

“Where’s mama?” Lucille starts asking loudly as she toddles through the house, and Eddie quickly sets David down on his playmat and scoops up Lucy.

“Hey, hey, gotta be quiet squirt, your mama doesn’t feel good” he tells Lucy as he presses kisses on her cheeks as she giggles and nods.

“I can make mama a card!” She shouts before she whispers “sorry” as she remembers her daddy said it was quiet time.

And so an hour later when you come out the room to make a cup of tea and take medication for your cold you find your husband on the floor near the coffee table. You squint slightly seeing him covered in glitter, macaroni noodles stuck to his work clothes as he holds David feeding him his bottle and watching Lucy finish up her card.

“Mama!” You hear Lucy shout as she runs up holding up her card pushing it at you excitedly.

“Ohhh it’s so beautiful honey” you tell her as you smile at Eddie thankful for what he’d done today.

Guys, would you like to see if I wrote something about Billy Hargrove?

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ladylooch · 2 months

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Take What You Need - [Mack X David]

A/N: Idk if you all are ready. But here we are. I would like to thank Starbucks for their gracious hosting of me while my internet tried to cockblock Mack and David harder than Lucie and Con. And I would like to thank my vanilla oat milk latte for helping me power through. Also, I can’t post this without thanking the bestest of the besties @casualhilarity. I’d be lost in this world without you 😭 This one is for you!

Enjoy 6.7k words of Mackenzie Hischier and David Carlson finally giving in.

Mack’s eye open as the wheels of the Airbus A340-300 slap down on the tarmac at JFK. The roar from the massive plane breaking on the asphalt roars through her audiobook as she blinks away her dreamless sleep.

“On behalf of our flight crew at Swiss Air, we are excited to be the first ones to welcome you to New York City…”

Mack stretches her neck, looking over at the woman next to her, still engrossed with her book. To the left, Mack can see the skyline outlining the metropolis she calls home for now. Her eyes scan over the buildings as she bites her lip.

Good to be home, she murmurs internally.

Good to be back in the place she went running from two weeks ago.

14 days ago to the day, she laid awake at Lucie’s unable to stop thinking about the mustached man tucked away in his apartment. She kept tossing and turning, trying to decide what she wanted to do with David Carlson and his insistent proposition. When no clear decision came to her, Mack did what she does best and dove into work. An opportunity had been in her inbox in the morning and she jumped to take it. It just happened to be in Switzerland. Perplexingly, Mack hasn’t heard from David since that night either. No cheeky texts. No general inquires. Nothing. Nt even when she has been missing from Stella’s dance recital. Mack had talked to Lucie a few days ago, but she didn’t bring up David or if he was asking about her either.

Fine. She didn’t care anyway. I guess that tells her more about her answer than any forced proximity or space would. She isn’t interested. Next time she sees him, her answer will be a firm and resounding no.

“Ms. Hischier, always a joy to have you on board.” One of the pilots, Bruno, nods in greeting when Mack gets to the plane door. “We hope to see you again soon on Swiss Air.” This personal treatment always happens on this airline, dating back to when she was a kid and her dad had a partnership deal with them. She remembers getting a pair of clip on wings every flight to and from Switzerland while hanging from her mom’s hand.

“I’m sure you will.” She jokes. “Thanks for the smooth flight.”

Mack turns out of the plane, ready to begin her long journey home. She glides through customs easily with her global entry and dual citizenship, thanks mom and dad, then rushes to grab her bag from the baggage carousel. When she finds the sleek black case, she hoists it off. With the wheels spinning next to her, she hails a cab, then nestles in for her ride home. She tips the driver, then smiles at Ron, her doorman, coming down the stairs to open the door for her.

“Back sooner than usual, Ms. Hischier.” Ron greets her.

“Work trip, so not much family time.” She is more than capable of carrying her bag up the stairs, but every time he insists for her. He grabs the door, twirling the handle of her suitcase back to her.

“You should stop by the desk before you head up. There is a delivery for you.” The delivery in question is visible from the door. A beautiful vase of hydrangeas, roses and lilies in various shades of pink has a card peaking out from the top. She knows who they are from before she even reads the note.

Sorry we missed you, Mackie! Hope these brighten your other home for you. We love you!

See you next month. Love, Mom and Dad.

Mack smiles, snapping a picture and sending it off to the two people she didn’t get to see when she was home. Lexi and Nico had a pre-scheduled Mediterranean vacation. They tried to come home early when they heard she was in Switzerland. Mack had thrown a fit, insisting they couldn’t possibly change plans because of her. Her parents rarely get time away from Switzerland. The would surly be in New York again soon to visit. She would see them, apparently, in a month.

Tiredly, Mack goes upstairs, unlocking her apartment and falling into bed face down. She curls into her pillow, the sheets she washed before she left. She knows she should get up, not give in to the sleep whispering seductively in her brain, but she can’t help it. Her bed is too welcoming. She falls asleep curled into a comma on top of her comforter. it is dark outside when she wakes up.

“Shit.” She moans to herself, smacking her face with her palm. She is going to be up all night. She grabs her phone, scanning through her texts. There is one from her parents, a picture of them drinking umbrella drinks on a rooftop overlooking the sea. The others are from her older sister, asking if she is still coming over for dinner tonight.

I hate when you do this 🙄 Tacos are at 6. Let me know if you aren’t coming so I don’t worry.

Sorry, I fell asleep. I’m on my way.

It’s 5:38. She should be able to make it on time for dinner.

When Mack walks out of the elevator on Connor and Lucie’s floor, her heart begins to pound excitedly at the person standing outside of their door. Stella Wood is wrapped around David’s leg, begging him not to go. All the pretending that Mack doesn’t want the man in front of her evaporates. As if she hasn’t been gone for two weeks, Mack’s internal turmoil begins to churn where it left off. She longs to touch him even with the knowledge that they can’t be so forward about such things in front of present company. If they were alone, she would run her fingers through his black hair and lean in slightly to kiss him, knowing he would go most of the way of her.

“Stelly, I gotta. I’m meeting a friend.” David pats the young girl’s hair lovingly with his palm.

“You’re so secretive about this friend.” Connor jokes as Mack gets closer. Her stomach tightens then swirls. The recklessness of such a reaction has Mack’s steps faltering. Friend? What friend. David and Connor glance over to Mack as they hear her footsteps swipe along the carpet. David grins at her, making Mack’s chest even tighter.

“Welcome home.” David murmurs as she comes to a stop to his right. He looks so handsome and sexy. He is dressed in a pair of nice, worn in jeans. There is a bulge in his back pocket where his wallet rests. A dark wool coat drapes over his big shoulders while underneath is a waffled, cream sweater. On his feet brown dress boots are tied tightly, looking new and rarely worn.

“Thanks.”

“You fell asleep?” Connor asks.

“Yeah.”

“You’re fucked.”

“Yeah, I know. I travel internationally more than you, bud.” She pats Connor’s arm as she walks between the boys and into the apartment. Mack withstands the urge to inhale David’s scent as she does.

“That is why she is my least favorite sister in law.” Connor jokes to David.

“Ha-ha.” Mack shoves Connor’s ass with her Ugg boot.

“So who is this friend?” Connor asks David again, clearly not wanting to let it go. Mack glances at David who is staring beyond his teammate at her.

“Just a friend from home.” He says. He licks his lips, then pulls his gaze off Mack as she walks away to say hi to her niece. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“Bye, David! Keep my husband in line on the road!” Lucie yells from the kitchen.

“Luc, I don’t think you know what you ask of me.” David calls back to her.

“Dude.” Connor snaps, slapping David’s stomach. “Tell her the truth.”

“He is lame as hell.” David confirms.

“Yeah, baby, I’m lame as hell.” Connor repeats.

“I’m sure you are.” Lucie nods. David tosses another wave to the group then leaves. Slight disappointment, scratches at Mack’s eyes. “Hi Mackie.” Lucie opens her arms for her sister. Mack curls into her, wanting to lay on her shoulder for a minute. “Oh, she so sleepy. Did you miss mom and dad on your trip? Apparently they are in Greece?” Lucie pets her hair for a moment.

“Yeah, I missed them by a day.”

“Mack.” Lucie rolls her eyes. “You could have stayed another day to say hi.”

“I could have.” Mack nods, reaching into the shredded cheese bowl and grabbing a pinch to eat. “But I know they’ll be here soon anyway. Apparently in a month?”

“You and I are not the same.”

“Nope.” Mack sighs. “Do you need help?”

“Can you bring all the toppings to the table?” Mack nods. “Stell, please go wash your hands. Bring your daddy too!”

The rest of the night is spent munching on tacos, talking about Mack’s travel, and Connor’s upcoming road trip. Then they each have a homemade cookie, ice cream sandwich, with sprinkles wrapped around the ice cream filling. Lucie made them and wants everyone’s honest feedback. They all agree, even picky Stella, they are a 10!

“Is David back from his date yet? He should come try one.”

“He says it wasn’t a date.” Connor shrugs.

“Then why is he so weird about who it was with?”

“I don’t know. He is kinda weird about his Iowa life.” Connor mumbles. “Probably because big city women don’t get it.”

“I apologized.” Mack snips.

“He really appreciated it.” Connor says sincerely. Mack knows that. She can still feel his lips on hers weeks later. “I’ll text him babe.” Connor says to Lucie. “What do you want to watch?”

“You two pick. I’m going to get Stell ready for bed.”

Mack takes the remote from Connor, who seems more interested in watching reels to pick an actual movie or show to watch. A knock sounds at the door as she is reading the summary of a documentary on the Ocean.

“No, I don’t wanna learn.” Connor instantly nixes what is on the screen as he stands up.

“You’ve never learned a thing in your life.” Mack snorts. Connor opens the door.

“See.. this… right here, Mack.” He snaps her fingers to get her attention. She looks over her shoulder, then startles a bit at seeing David with a 12 pack of Modelo. “This is a good friend.”

“Cause he brings beer?” Mack laughs. “Your standards are impossibly low, Wood.”

“And yet I bagged your sister.”

“Yes, because her standards are impossibly low.”

“Says the girl no one is good enough for.” David murmurs, then drops a bottle of beer over her right shoulder.

“I need a bottle opener.” David takes the bottle back, cracks the top open with the ring on his right hand, then hands it back to her. “Here, princess.” He is in a mood. Mack furrows her eyebrows, watching as he plops down on the couch next to her. He tips the bottle back, gluing down half of it.

“Dude, what is up?” Connor asks, sensing the angst in his teammate like Mack.

“Dinner didn’t go well.”

“She wouldn’t come back to your place?” Connor moves into the kitchen with the rest of the beer.

“It wasn’t with a she.” David rolls his eyes. “It was with my shithead brother.”

“Which one?”

“Exactly.” David scoffs, slumping down more on the couch. He widens his thighs farther apart, jiggling his left foot anxiously. Connor continues to put beer away in the fridge. Mack observes David’s down posture, hating the way he looks so frustrated and deflated.

“What happened?” She asks quietly to David. He turns to look at her. His eyes scour over her face, almost like he is trying to decide if he trusts her. Then he sighs and looks away.

“He asked me for money. And a lawyer. That’s all he ever wants from me.” He mutters, shaking his head again. Mack remembers her conversation with Lucie in the bathroom before the mentor’s trip. How his brothers both have significant issues and use David for what they want.

“I’m sorry.” She says sincerely, a deep frown pulling her mouth down. He looks over at her again, licking his lips. Lucie calls Connor from Stella’s room. Mack and David are quiet as he goes to join his girls down the hall.

“You go to Switzerland to get out of giving me an answer?” David immediately changes the subject when Connor is gone.

“No.” She answers anxiously. Neither of them are convinced.

“Blink if it’s yes.” He grins at her.

“Oh shut up.” She rolls her eyes, pushing his thigh with her foot. He captures it in his hand, holding it hostage. His fingers on her has her heartbeat pounding in her ribs. So much for firmly saying no to this man. God, what is happening to her?

“Don’t blink, baby.” His voice lowers, getting husky around the edges as he devours her with his eyes. That’s what is happening to her. His pull is too strong for her to overcome. Mack’s lashes flutter from the heat and need she instantly feels building in her core

“Mackncheeeee.” He sing-songs, holding the vowel at the end of her nickname. He leans over and nips right behind her ear.

“Oh my god.” She startles, then shoves him back into his spot. The both notice how her fingers stay curled into his cream sweater, like she can’t decide if she wants him to stay there or pull him back over to her. One by one, she releases them, then puts her hand on her own chest.

“I’m going to make an excuse to leave and go back to my place. Meet me down there.” He reaches out, cupping her cheek. Mack turns into his touch. This lingering decision cannot be put off any more. Her eyes hesitantly reach his. He wants her. His green eyes burn with liquified fire for her. Mack chews her bottom lip as David finish his beer, then stands. He tosses his bottle in the recycling bin, then goes down to say goodbye to Connor and Lucie. He goes back to the freezer, grabbing an ice cream sandwich that Mack is sure Lucie insisted he needed to take.

He comes into the living room again, stroking along Mack’s cheek before he teases her lips with his. His thumb traces down the center of her throat as their eyes stare. Then, without any confirmation that she is coming, David leaves. Mack’s whole body stays still. She tentatively breathes, mind running a million miles an hour. She closes her eyes, swallowing hard, then opens them when Lucie and Connor come down the hall together.

“What are we watching?” Her sister wonders.

“Um, I actually have to go.”

“Oh, are you okay?” Lucie asks. Mack nods her head.

“Do you need some water or-”

“No. I just need to go.” Mack insists, standing up.

“Are you okay to go by yourself? Connor, walk her-“

“No. I’m good.” Mack nods, then gives a faint smile.

After rushed goodbyes, Mack’s back hits the steel of the elevator. The box descends. She waits for the door to open on David’s floor. She pauses in the doorway, licking her lips, so nervous for what she is about to do. Then she shakes her head, turning to the left, walking down to the one with the 4 numbers of his unit beside it. She stares at the grey door, imagining him tucked behind it, waiting for her. A shiver of pleasure zig-zags from her scalp to her toes. She raises her hand and knocks. His soft footsteps come closer to the door. She looks down at her boots. The lock flips. She raises her gaze and meets his head on.

David slowly opens the door, then leans his shoulder against it. He cocks an eyebrow at Mack.

Leap! Her need roars. So she does.

“Yes.” She whispers. His second eyebrow dashes up, his mouth drops a little open.

“Say it again.” He demands.

“Yes.” Mack says more forcefully, then she stuffs the last remaining shred of doubt down deep into her stomach for another time.

Mack shoves David back into his apartment with two palms on his chest. David barely gets the door shut behind her, their mouths attacking each other. As she pushes him farther back, he wraps his arms around her. Mack places his back against the opposite wall, near his living room. She loosens her grip now that she has the leverage of the wall. David takes advantage of the opportunity to twirl her, then pin her against the wall with his hips.

His hands slide down to grab her wrists, bringing them up by her head and pinning them there. She moans into his mouth. He loosens his grip in response, moving his hands around her waist again to eagerly pull her flush against him. She brings her hands to his hair and shoulder. His hands glide from her waist to connect with the backs of her thighs, hoisting her up. Mack clings to him like she did a few weeks ago, unable to get close enough to his heat.

They roll down the hallway to, presumably, his bedroom. Mack has never been here and as much as she wants to look around, she wants him to fuck her more. She reaches down, between their abdomens, rolling her hips back so it will fit. His hands on her ass dig in, wanting to keep her close. He lowers her a bit, letting the apex of her thighs hit the hard erection she was working towards. Mack shudders at how large he feels. She knows, without even seeing it, he will be the biggest she has ever had. David must sense her hesitation.

“I’ll make it good, honey. I know how to use it.” He murmurs. His tone is the sexiest and sweetest elixir of temptation.

Into his bedroom, David strides. Mack pulls back from him, looking down at his face. He smiles at her. She smiles back, then purses her lips, feeling excited flutters assault the walls of her stomach. His palms let her legs slide down until her feet touch the floor again. She steps to the left, he turns to follow her, his back towards the bed. She forces him down, standing triumphantly between his spread thighs. Teasingly, she pulls her shirt up over her head, leaving her in the lace bralette she put on just in case. David’s green eyes feast on her as she loses that too. It falls to the floor. She pauses, nodding at him to take something off. He sheds his sweater fast, exposing an incredible body, taut from hockey and farming. Fuck, he is so hot. It makes Mack’s brain dizzy and her pussy clench around a frustrating emptiness.

David’s fingers wander to the belt on his jeans, opening it up. He pops the button and zipper down too, almost looking relieved to not have his dick confined so tightly anymore. He lifts his hips, working them to his ankles. Mack leans forward, putting a palm on his abdomen, scraping her nails down the hard ridges until she gets to the Calvin Klein waistband. Her fingers grip the white elastic, then tug. She watches with glittering eyes as his cock springs free. She inhales heavily. David watches her with such intensity, like he can know every thought of hers if he doesn't take his eyes off her face. She bites her lip, swarming butterflies filling her stomach with anticipation of having him buried deep inside of her soaked core. Her pussy flutters again then she backs up as David sits up. HE presses his mouth to her abdomen.

“Wanna see you.” He murmurs, grabbing the waistband of her leggings and tugging down. He brings her panties with, practically sneering at the wet trail down Mack’s thighs from how drenched she is. “So wet for me.” He mumbles. “Been wondering how you taste here.”

His fingers slide through insistently, confidently, like he’s been there hundreds of times. Mack can’t help but wondering if he has in his mind. All the times he touched himself to the thought of her. She spreads her thighs wider, swaying forward when he rolls her clit once. David’s hand goes around to her back and he forces her more forward until she falls. Her palms hit the bed, catching her momentum as he explores her folds with his more dominant hand.

His fingers play with her slickness, gathering more from her entrance and spreading it against her clit. Mack moans urgently. David grabs the back of her thigh, then glides his fingers down to her knee, lifting. He maneuvers out from between her legs, then gets on his knees behind her. Mack’s eyebrows furrow, she is about to ask him where he is going with this when she feels his mouth against her folds. She jolts forward. He brings a hand up to her hip to steady her. Mack arches into his tongue swimming through her folds, on it’s way to her clit.

“Holy.” Mack squeaks. This is far from Mack’s first time, but the way he sucks her clit brings new sensations to her core. She falls a bit more forward, gripping the sheets in front of her. “Oh…” She says again. She starts saying words before she even has time to think of them, completely uninhibited squeals streaming from her lips.

David devours her pussy like it’s his favorite meal and he’s been starved for days. His tongue does a majority or the stroking and building. Then he goes in for the kill, sucking her sensitive bud into his mouth, rolling and prodding, until Mack’s legs and arms start to shake. She comes hard, wetness dripping down from her entrance and collecting on his chin. In thirty seconds, he has ripped her first orgasm from deep in her core.

Mack blinks rapidly, trying to catch her breath. She looks down at her hands fisting the comforter, trying to release them but she can’t. That’s when she realizes she is still coming. She jolts against his face again. His nose bumps her clit as he kisses his way out from between her thighs.

Once will not be enough with him. Any hope of that is dashed.

“You taste so good for me.” He murmurs. “Sweet and desperate. You been desperate for me, Mack?” She swallows hard, closing her eyes and nodding. “Never thought I’d see you speechless.”

“I-I- Oh.” She finished with a profound moan as he glides a finger into her entrance. She clenches around it desperately.

“Need me so bad, huh, honey? Need this cock to split you open?” His filthy words has her collapsing forward, losing the battle of staying upright. David taps her hip. “Lay on your back.” Mack rolls compliantly. He climbs onto the bed beside her, long hard cock bouncing with each of his movements. Mack reaches for it.

“Not yet. Trust me, baby.” He murmurs, leaning down to kiss her. She can taste herself on him, melting into the bed as he swipes along her right nipple. His lips coast along hers, dropping lazy and wet smooches. Mack moans loudly as his fingers glide over her soaked folds, rolling her clit gently, careful not to overstimulate her, then fills her entrance with them. “Those skinny Swiss boys you hook up with make you feel like this? Heard that’s your type.”

“No.” Mack chokes.

“Didn’t think so. You need to be fucked by a real man.” He lays on his side next to her, playing between her legs like he has all day to pleasure her. “Didn’t think I could take care of you babe?” He stuffs a third finger in. Mack gasps, feeling the stretch. “This is how big I am.” He coos to her. Mack gets wetter, they both feel it. He grins, kissing her neck. “My needy girl. Show me you can take this cock.” He begins thrusting harder into her. Mack’s hips shift up, searching for more. He stretches his fingers, then curls the pad of his middle one up to circle her velvet button.

“C-close, Davi-d…”

“Yeah you fucking are. Let go for me, honey.” Mack’s whole body tenses, legs shaking violently on his sheets.

“Oh fuck.” Mack groans, jolting forward as a second, harder orgasm grips her. She turns on her hip towards David, thrusting down onto his hand. Her thigh hits his hip. He pulls her close. She can feel his dick against her other leg as she shakes. Her whole body seems to grip his fingers, pulling them deeper.

“That’s it, baby. Use me. Take what you need.” Mack groans as she goes limp when her orgasm completely releases. Her limbs have turned to gelatin. She no longer can speak, barely breathing, and he hasn’t even put himself inside of her yet. While Mack recovers, David kisses along her face for a few more moments, taking the limited breath she is capable of breathing right now. Then he rolls away from her. Mack closes her eyes, trying to refocus.

David reaches to his bedside table. He grabs a foiled condom, tearing it open with his teeth before rolling it down his shaft. Mack watches, lip folded between her teeth. He didn’t even ask. He just did it out of respect for her, not putting her in the awkward position to say yes and then watch how disappointed he is at her answer. At least in her previous experience.

“Ready for one last ride, baby?”

“Wha-?”

Suddenly, David has her on top of him. She looks down anxiously, feeling how unsteady her legs and core already are. Her muscles still shake. There is no way she has the strength for this.

“David, I can’t…”

“Shhhhh baby, you think I’m gonna make you work now?” He chuckles lowly at her confusion, plants his feet flat on the mattress and grips her hips in both hands, “I got you baby.”

He glides her carefully down his cock. The stretch is a pinch, even with his fingers preparing her, it stings for a few moments. He rocks her forward and back, getting her comfortable, watching her face. Her moan croaks from her chest when the pinch turns to raw pleasure. Mack jolts forward as David thrusts up into her, hands scrabbling on his chest to hold herself up as he fucks deep up inside her, hitting her spot with every thrust.

“Oh, oh, oh, oh.” Mack hears herself moaning. “Oh fuck. Oh mygOD.” She cries out. “Don’t stop.” She bites down hard on his shoulder. David moans loudly at the pain.

“Feel so fucking good for me, Mackenzie. Such a good fucking girl, aren’t you? You like big cock, huh?”

“Yes! Yes!” Mack yells back. “David, I’m… oh shit…” Mack feels the creamy release of the most intense orgasm of her life slide down his latex wrapped shaft, collecting on his balls and making a mess between her thighs. David enjoys the feeling of her coming undone on his cock. She clenches down tighter. This spurs him on more as his jerky thrusts chase his own white hot release. He falls into it seconds later, turning his face into her hair, moaning her name desperately, holding her to him like she’s his only tie to this planet.

David reaches around Mack’s spent body. He grips the latex at the bottom of his shaft, then gently eases out of her. Mack whimpers at how empty she feels without him, pressing her face deeper into his neck. His head and shoulder lean down as an attempt to hug her head.

“You okay, pretty girl?” Mack nods, then kisses his throat. He hums in appreciation of her gesture. “I’m going to take care of this okay?”

“No. Not yet.” She whispers.

The second his skin moves from hers, reality is going to begin to descend- what they just did, how he made her feel, the things they said to each other. It’s going to be a cold bath of the truth Mack isn’t ready. She wants to stay here for hours until she can memorize every part of what they just experienced. David kisses her forehead, feathering his fingers over her spine.

This continues for several more minutes of quiet contentment. Then, when the reality of a leaking mess is close, he moves her to the side, off his chest. His hand runs the length of her body. After, he struts to the bathroom, holding the latex tight to his softening form.

Mack rolls to her back, trying to put words to what she feels. Before this moment, sex had always been so transactional. You help me, I help you. We feel someone else’s touch besides our own and go our separate ways. Never has it felt like that. She never craved sex before. She liked it, had fun plenty of times, but it was never an all consuming fuckfest focused on her pleasure.

Mack hears the shower turn on in the adjoining bathroom. Apparently he is a shower after sex kinda guy. For some reason, that really bothers Mack. She wants to go home smelling like him and he can’t wait to wash her off? She sits up, glancing around for her clothes. She avoids David’s gaze as he comes out of the bathroom. She is trying to decide how to get off the bed without smearing what is on her thighs across the sheets when David comes over, holding a hand out to her. She takes it and he pulls her up, putting an arm under her knees. He carries her into the bathroom then delicately puts her feet on the bath rug, mirroring before. He lets her test her weight on her legs. They both see how she is basically Ariel coming out of the sea for the first time, so he keeps an arm wrapped around her waist as he test the temperature of the water.

For once, Mack and David are quiet within each other’s presence. David washes her hair and skin, sudsing her up with no hidden agenda, taking care of her worn out body. She holds onto his back or hip or stomach the entire time, needing to be close to him as he attentively loves on her body. When they are both clean, David pulls her into his chest, turning so her back is hitting the steam, but her face remains out. He presses his mouth to the top of her head, swaying them gently. Mack could fall asleep right here with him in this warm and comfortable cocoon.

“Done?” He murmurs a few moments later. Mack nods. They step out together. David wraps her up in a fluffy towel. “I don’t really… have any um, lotion or anything?” He says, but brings out what he does. She sees CeraVe daily moisturizer and figures that is enough for now. He watches her smooth it out on her cheeks. She holds up some extra on her fingers.

“You need some?”

“Mhm.” He murmurs, presenting his face at her. While she works it over his skin, he makes funny faces at her. She chuckles. His eyes are closed, so he uses her hips as a steadying anchor for him.

“All done.” She tells him, rubbing the rest into her hands.

“Am I as pretty as you now?” Mack blushes.

“Close.” David nibbles at his mustache as he looks at her intently. Mack looks away, seeing so many emotions and words that it is too early to talk about. They walk together into his bedroom. Mack glances at her clothes again, then walks over to where her shirt is.

“Don’t you dare. We sleep naked in this house.” The question hangs in the air. Is she staying? Or is she going? To both of their surprise, Mack drops the towel and gets back into the sheets they ruined earlier in the evening. David slides in next to her and without hesitation, pulls her into his arms. “Are you comfortable?” He asks her.

“I usually sleep on my right side.” She is currently on her left. She didn’t want to turn her back to him immediately, feeling that was rude. He lifts the covers so she can roll. She does, then nuzzles her bare backside into his bare front. She closes her eyes, feeling his cock stir against her still puffy lips. She is going to be sore in the morning.

David holds her tight to his chest. Mack trails her nails over his forearm, feeling the heaviness of her eyes. She thought she would be up all night.

Luckily, David found the solution to her jet-lag.

- - -

In her dream, Mack is wrapped up in a cozy blanket at her parents cabin in the Swiss mountains. The fireplace pops in front of her as she wiggles her way deeper into the warmth of the fluff. A bit of sweat is forming at her hairline, but the comfortable feeling outweighs everything else. Someone is under the blanket with her. She can’t tell who in her dream, but his light breathing tickles her hair as she looks out at the falling snow.

Her eyes suddenly get lighter and pop open. Gone is the Swiss snow and in it’s please is a room she has never seen before. Was this the dream instead? She inhales, then stiffens in the heavy arms wrapped under and around her. What the-

“Don’t get weird on me, Hischier.” David mumbles sleepily behind her. The rush of memory crashes into her. Their lips and the desperation and the steamy connection. Mack gets warm instantly, inhaling heavily, but relaxes into his body. She brings her arm out of the covers, hoping to release some of the furnace under the blankets with them. Damn, he is burning hot behind her.

He runs his finger tips along her arm, easing forward to kiss her shoulder. Mack sighs, pressing her hips back into his. She can feel his sold length pressing into her cheeks, then the awareness of a dull ache between her legs. Despite that, her nipples tighten as David continues to gently stroke her skin. Her hips instinctively press back into him more, giving David all the approvals for a playful morning.

From her arm, his fingers glide across her chest, playing with each nipple until they are aching point, sending pleasureful need to her throbbing clit. His fingers work there way there soon. Mack spreads her legs eagerly for him, pressing down into his touch.

“You like helping.” He mumbles gruffly. His rough voice coated in sleep makes her wetter. She loves the idea of being the first thing he has in the morning.

David’s fingers continue their lazy wander, working her up. He alternates between thumbing her nipples and rolling her clit with two fingers. Then he does both, catching Mack’s head in his shoulder as she moans.

“Needed a real man to touch you, hmm? Never felt like this before have you? Practically coming the second I touch you.” She nods. Then he moves south, the pain of his finger tip circling her sore entrance is too much for her to work though.

“I-I’m too sore for that.” She murmurs regretfully. He backs off immediately.

“S’okay, honey. You’ll get used to me.” He kisses her neck softly. His fingers glide up her slickness to rest against her clit again. “This okay?” He asks. She nods eagerly. He rolls the pads over her, taking his time so he can memorize every curve and place that makes Mack press harder against his firm cock. He settles himself slightly between her cheeks, then rubs her to her morning bliss. She comes with a soft cry of his name, so much gentler than last night. He finishes her off with a kiss on the back of her neck. Her eyes are closed, but she brings her hand around to his hip, holding him while she recovers.

Mack feels more than hears David get out of bed. She turns, surprised.

“As much as I want to do that about three more times, I’ve gotta get going.” He tells her questioning look. He walks into the bathroom, shutting the door. When he comes back, Mack is waiting for an answer. “I’m heading to practice, then we are heading on the road immediately after.”

“Oh. Yeah.” She remembers. She lays back into her pillow, yawning.

“You even do that cute.” He chuckles. Mack smiles at him, but has to roll her eyes too. Now he’s just sucking up.

Mack watches him get ready, stuffing down the disappointment she feels at him disappearing from New York for a few days. She wants to ask him when he will be back, but she doesn’t want to appear desperate. Well, any more than she already has in the past 12 hours. After putting a suit on, he goes back into the bathroom then emerges with a travel bag. He tosses it into the duffle bag on a chair by the door, then zips it up. Mack can see the LV on the black leather from here. It surprises her. She wouldn’t pick David for a designer kind of guy.

He comes over to her side of the bed, putting his palms on either side of her to lock her in place. She drinks him in, admiring the complimentary tailoring of his green suit. It makes his eyes look like exploding emeralds, especially in the morning light filtering in. His black tie swings down by her chest. She grips it, tugging him down inch by slow inch with the silky fabric.

“There is breakfast food in the fridge. Help yourself to whatever you want. I do have milk if you want some oatmeal.” He quips. “I’m sorry I can’t stay.” He goes the remaining distance without her help, kissing her. “Or bring you back to your place.”

“Most hook ups don’t do breakfast or drop offs.”

“Or sleep over.” He points out. He’s got Mack there. “You gonna hide from me when I get back?” Although his tone is light, there is a seriousness to his question.

“Maybe.” She smirks as she says it, wanting to keep this interaction light.

“Something tells me you’ll be back for more.” He moves his eyes down her body, drinking her in, all tangled up in his soft sheets. Mack rolls her eyes, ignoring how true that is. He burst apart her world and put it back together last night with him as the center of it.

“Something tells me you’ll still be interested even if I’m not.” She sits up, letting the blanket fall down to her lap, exposing her bare chest. He grins, leaning forward and tickling her nipple with his mustache. Mack breathes in deeply, then lets her head fall back towards the ceiling as he sucks it into his mouth. His nose traces over it too.

“I’ll see ya, honey.” He murmurs after kissing her breast tenderly. Then he stands up, full hard on displayed while he heads to his travel bag by the door. “I’ll leave the spare key on the counter for you.” He calls over his shoulder as he leaves the room.

“What? We are definitely not there yet.” Mack calls. He pops his head back in.

“No, but I’d appreciate it if you could lock my door when you leave.” Mack purses her lips together, dimples turning pink at her embarrassing assumption. She nods after clearing her throat awkwardly.

“Yeah. I’ll do that.”

“Thank you.” He murmurs, laughing heartily at her sheepish look.

Mack waits until she hears the apartment door close behind him. Then she collapses back into his bed, laughing loudly and excitedly. She can’t help but kick her feet too, rolling around a few times to get tangled up completely in the blankets like a burrito. The outside world peaks in from an opening in the curtains. She watches a few birds fly by the window. As they soar through the air, sun soaking their feathers, they tweet their greeting to her then continue on.

Mack reaches out at them, content smile on her face, feeling as free as they are this morning.

#Mackdavid au #I am so proud of this one 🥹🤭

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