REI! I almost forgot that it was Softie Sunday, I would have been so upset if I had missed it because I have been stewing over this for DAYS.
Bakugou loves to tease you. Sometimes, you get all frustrated and then flustered when you realize he's just messing with you and he thinks it is the cutest thing ever. And other times, you burst into laughter and it just makes him fall for you even harder.
You'll be trying to reach the cereal box on the top shelf, dancing on your tiptoes as your fingertips barely graze the taunting box.
He'll walk into the kitchen, grin when he sees you struggling to reach the box and come over to you, feigning assistance before pushing the box further out of your reach.
He can't help the burly laugh that's forced up his throat when he looks down to see your cheeks puffed out like an angry hamster, your brows knitted together at him in frustration.
"Kaatsukkiiiii." You whine up at him, throwing your head back in exasperation like a child, not getting what they want. You want to be mad, but he's so gorgeous smiling down at you as he soaks in your cuteness.
Other times, you'll be bantering about something and when you actually make a decent point, he'll start to mimic you, talking in a high pitched voice, bobbing his head in an attempt to imitate your sassy body language.
You'll stare at him with an unamused expression(đ) which causes him to chortle before he presses a kiss to your forehead, muttering against your temple, " 'm just teasin' you, Peach."
His favorite is when he makes you so frustrated over something so stupid that you both start to giggle at the ridiculousness until you are both in stitches of laughter.
He had put the cream back in the refrigerator, not realizing that you going to use it. You're all in a huff, reopening the fridge to get it, only to melt when he grabs your coffee mug off of the counter, steadily holding it for you to add the cream to.
As soon as you open the container and begin to tilt the carton toward the opening of the mug, he slightly moves the mug out from under the spout of the container, causing you to nearly spill it on the floor.
You begin to giggle, "Katsuki, this is battle neither of us will win." He's grinning like a fiend at this point, loving the way you're trying to suppress your laughter. When you try once again to pour the cream into the mug, he moves it again.
You're shaking with laughter at this point, completely giving up and setting the cream down on the counter. Katsuki laughs with you, setting your mug down on the countertop, watching, waiting for the moment you to decide it was safe to try again.
Playfully narrowing your eyes at him, you pull the mug closer to you. Once again, you pick up the carton and begin to tilt the opening toward the lip of mug, only for Katsuki to gently grab the handle of the mug between his thumb and index finger, slowly pulling it away from you, watching with tears of laughter wetting the corners of his eyes as your pad after the mug sliding away from on the counter, chasing it with the container of cream like a little goblin.
Once he reaches the end of the counter, he lets you have it, snorting as he throws back in head in laughter as you laugh, "Aha!!" in victory, which you both stand there, laughing so hard your bending over to clutch your stomach.
He is just so incredibly in love with you and he loves that you let him mess with you regularly so that he can continue to prove it so because he doesn't mess with anyone like that. Just you.
Pastel, Iâve read this like six times and it makes me so damn smiley!!!! Especially âIâm just teasinâ you, Peach.â đ„șđ„čđđ§Ąđđ
((This happens in my household daily as well đ))
I adore that he does it just to make us laugh, to be silly and stupid. Ending up laughing over stupid things together is my favorite thing and Iâm gonna cherish this thought forever. đ„°đ
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Super fluffy smut with Anakin? Super fluffy whump with Clay? Whump with Scott? Whump and smut with Sam? đ„șđ„șđ„șđ„ș
imma be super honest, I have no idea what whump means đđ you think me reading fanfics especially wattpad ones since middle school I would know fanfic terms but I only know the term âlemonâ
this is Anakin fluff bc I havenât written my baby in awhile
He laughs at all my jokes
warnings: nothing besides bad knock knock jokes
Anakin was stressing about the council and how they arenât taking him seriously as a master Jedi. He has been upset for days about it and I just couldnât stand it. Right now he was standing in the living room starring outside the window deep in thought.
âHey Ani?â I quietly ask rubbing his arm catching him off guard and pulling him out of his deep thoughts. âHm?â Anakin hummed quickly looking at me and then back at the window.
âknock knockâ I ask him looking up at him with a big smile. âSweetheart not now..â Anakin sighed looking down at me. âpleeeeeease just a couple and then I let you go back to your broodingâ I whine and stick out my lip making a pout and stare at him making my eyes big knowing he canât resist.
âfine fine but only a coupleâ he gives in and stares at me waiting for me to continue.
âknock knockâ I ask him again. âwhose there?â Anakin humors me. âTankâ I say trying to stifle a giggle. âTank whoâ Anakin grumbles. âYouâre welcome!â I say trying not to snort and smiling up at him. Anakin looks at me and smiles and shakes his head. âok, ok next oneâ I say. âknock knockâ I say again. âWhoâs thereâ Anakin asks. âFigsâ I say matter-of-factly. âFigs whoâ Anakin responds. âFigs the doorbell itâs not working!â I say throwing my hands to the door. âGet it cause you fix things.â I say lightly punching his arm. âyes I get itâ Anakin says softly laughing.
âok last oneâ I say. âKnock Knockâ I ask him one last time. âWhoâs thereâ Anakin smiles at me. âWoo!â I say excitedly. âWoo Whoâ Anakin asks while ruffling my hair. âGlad youâre excited too!â I say excitedly.
Anakin starts to laugh and wraps his arm around me and pulls me into his chest. âThank you sweetheart you always know how to make me feel better.. even if your joke are god awfulâ
âHey! theyâre not awfulâ
This is was fun to write đ as always if you need me to change or add anything please let me know! (also i realized you asked for smut after i finished this so im sorry :( but i hope you still enjoy :3)
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my bf is my #1 fan and itâs the sweetest thing đ„șâčïž
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thinking abt kenkaba x reader i fear its too late for me
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Your newest snap audio story made me cum so fast, your stories always do. Do pay her for snap, you won't regret it for a second. Best money ever spent, you guys.
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A small req? Wheree we're a milf and our incel son eventually joins the military (you choose if he joins the military or meets at a bar I ain't gaf) and meets Ghost, 141 whatever. He brings Ghost home to his basement room(or the 141 bb do whatever you want) and ghost is surprised n shi that we this incel momma when we com with snacks or something like 'get outta here mom you're embarrassing me Infront of my new friends!" Is our sons reaction or sum. And ghostie pookie excuses himself up to the bathroom to sloppily makeout with us đ„ș
nobody look at me iâm foaming at the mouth
c/w: simon is kinda strange but in a weird sexy way, mentions of misogyny, talks of sex must no actual smut, housewife kink kinda
itâs no secret that your son is a nasty little misogynistic shit. everyone on base has had the experience of standing next to him on a night as out when he gets a drink thrown in his face by whatever girl is he was chatting to
theyâd been there every time he dogs out in front of everyone when you visit him on base. watching your eyes well up when your son tells you that he doesnât like your new haircut or dress, that youâre too old to wear stuff like that
simon tried not to judge, appearances can be deceiving. perhaps youâre not all smiles and baked goods, maybe youâre an awful mother behind the scenes. he really tried. until he found out the real reason your son treats you like shitâŠ
âshe made my dad leave. he told me after they divorced that she wasnât giving him what he needed, thatâs why he had to go and get it somewhere else.â your son finally admitted one night after going through half case of beer
simon felt his hand tighten around his bottle as your son continued to ramble about how you were always busy with shit jobs. waitressing, cleaning or retail. he spent most of his childhood never getting all the latest toys and clothes because you could never afford it, too busy catching up on late bills to make sure there was a roof over both of your heads
âsheâs so selfish.â
âfuck being non-judgmentalâ simon thinks. this kid doesnât know how lucky he is. having a such a lovely mum like you, never losing your patience with your son even when he treats you like dirt. always trying to greet him with a hug or kiss just for him to push you away. begging him to call when heâs away just so you can know your boy is safe :(
âsounds like your mad at your mum for being the one that stuck around, lad.â price buts in, shaking his head with a small laugh.
you had been a topic of discussion the night after your first visit to the base. the product of a few glasses of bourbon shared between simon and john
âdid you see the new recruits mother? fuckinâ hell, if I were 10 years younger Iâd be all over that.â price admitted, adjusting his hips as he leaned back in his desk chair. simon let out a small grunt of agreement, having thought about this since he first laid eyes on you
simon had come to the conclusion that you both just needed a good man in your life. your son needed a father figure that would actually stick around, he could tell by the way your son looks up to him and the captain, eager to impress them
and you. oh, you. with your sweet, simple dresses and adoring smile. simon wishes youâd smile at him like that. all that cooking that your son lets go to waste could go to him instead. you could cook his favourite dinners for him and take care of his house whilst heâs away at work, whipping the boy into shape. teaching him every thing that your sack of shit ex-husband clearly didnât
heâd be so good to you too. he knows itâs been a while since youâve had a man to take care of your needs. he sees the way you nearly drool as you watch him running laps around the field, tatted arms on display. heâd spit you open so nicely on his cock and he knows youâd take him so well too, your pretty cunt would he creaming all over him
he soon takes advantage of this knowledge, subtly convincing your son to invite him over to your home on leave. dropping some story about how his flat is getting some work done and that he only lives 20 minutes from you both. your son was quick to offer the lieutenant a place to stay, telling him that he could take your room. that you could sleep on the couch for a couple weeks.
âweâll share the bed.â simon thinks, but he doesnât dare say it to your sons face. canât have this little brat meddling with his plan
his arrival is clearly a surprise to you from the way you rush about shortly afterwards to start scrubbing the house top to bottom, rattling off apologies about the state of everything. simon quickly shuts down any offer of him taking your bedroom
âkeep your bed, love. Iâll take the sofa.â he grumbles, sipping the tea that you made for him whilst your son rolls his eyes from the other side of the kitchen
he can see the way your eyes look at him with this longing. he knows it wonât take much to get you into bed. poor thing that hasnât had anyone to look after her for years
he spends the next few days proving to you that he can provide. helping you carry anything heavy, drying the dishes after youâve watched them, fixing the handy jobs around the house
youâre constantly praising him, focusing your love and attention towards him instead of your ungrateful son and the boy hates it. which is just the cherry on top, simon thinks
âyour mother is so lucky to have a son like you. you must help her around the house all the time!â you coo, fidgeting with your skirt
âmy mum passed away⊠jusâ me left out of the whole family.â simon admits, solemnly
âyou poor thing, Iâm so sorry. youâre welcome here anytimeâŠâ you gasp softly, placing your delicate hand on his arm and squeezing the muscle of his bicep gently and simon is ashamed to say it made his cock twitch against his thigh
âthank you, sweetheart⊠such a lovely girl, arenât you?â he smiles behind his mask, reaching over and wrapping his arm around your waist. he pulls you against him, putting one hand over your mouth to keep you quiet as he hoists you up onto the kitchen counter
he squeezes his large frame inbetween your spread legs, leaning forward to look into your widened eyes
âbeen so good to me, love. taking care of me. such a good mum to your son, ya just need a good man to be a wife to, donât you?â he says, pushing your skirt up your lap and revealing your thighs to him
he feels your thighs squeeze his waist, an aroused reaction from you. your body slumps into his with a natural submission that makes his cock ache. he lowers his hand and hooks his mask over his nose, revealing the scar running over his lip
âsâalright, darling. âm here to look after you now. me, you and the boy will be a nice happy family, yeah?â he says with a small smirk. leaning forward to mould his lips against yours before you can answer
he hears the little whimper you let out as you kiss him back, a little sloppy and inexperienced from years of being single, too busy with your son and work to date
but thatâs okay because simonâs here now. ready to claim his family.
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pls let Simon hold that baby đ„ș
Light on - single mom/neighbor fic
Simon Riley/female reader
18+ mdni / mild suggestive content, mention of spanking - could be considered mildly dark and twisty
"Oh, you came!"
What? Yes, he came. You invited him, didn't you? Wasn't that... did he get this wrong? "Er, yeah... I thought you said-"
"I did, I did. Come in." You step to the side, allowing him entry into the hallway where the smell of something incredible lingers, pulling at the pockets of his cheeks. You can cook. Judging by the scent of roast chicken and herbs that fill the room, he knows immediately that you're better than the 'subpar' dinner you mentioned yesterday. "You just ah, seemed unsure. I didn't want to assume." His hand pats his pocket instinctively, seeking the mask, trying to fight the urge to pull it over his face, pleasantly surprised you don't seem off put by his face, or the fact that it's the first time you've seen him without it.
"I had some things going on today, wasn't sure about my schedule until a few hours ago." Lie. It's a lie, a bold faced one. He knew he'd be here from the moment you had rushed out the invite, offering to cook him dinner as he dwarfed you inside your cozy apartment, dead smoke detector batteries in his hand.
"Well, thank you for coming. And thanks for all your help yesterday. I couldn't figure that stupid thing out to save my life." You laugh, teeth exposed, easy and carefree. A shiver ricochets down his spine. Why you let him inside your flat the first time, he'll never understand. Maybe one day, he'll reprimand you for it. Chide you for letting a stranger inside your home, remind you to be more cautious. He would explain why you need to more careful, more observant of your surroundings, as his thumb rubbed away the fat tears falling over your cheeks, the result of him taking his palm to your ass a dozen times for the slip up. Can't be makin' mistakes like that, love. Not with it just being you and the baby when I'm not here- he'd tell you, make you promise not to do it again, soothing your tears with cool cream against your skin and gentle, but firm, reassurance.
You just need someone to take care of you, that's all. Teach you.
Emmaline makes a noise, a half babble, half cry, and it breaks him from his reckless daydream, bringing him back to reality in a matter of seconds. What is he thinking? You're his neighbor. He doesn't even know you.
"Thanks for inviting me." You're bent at the waist, hands pulling a roasting rack from the oven, perfectly cooked bird sitting on a bed of potatoes and carrots, and his stomach rumbles almost loud enough for you to hear.
"I owe you. That beeping would've kept little miss here up for hours." You jerk your head in Emmaline's direction, where she's fixated on you, mouth hanging half open. "Needs a few more minutes." You mumble to yourself, and then turn around again. "Do you want a drink? I've got some lagers, and a bottle of wine somewhere." Your fingers knot together, words on the tip of your tongue hopeful, almost... nervous, and you give him another smile, albeit this one is less confident.
"A lager would be good." He tries to settle you by being agreeable, and you produce two from the fridge, your fingers brushing against his when you hand one to him, skin warm and so, so soft, the kind of soft he's rarely felt, the kind that feels like silk against sandpaper. Yours against his.
"So, you said you travel for-" Your question is interrupted by a shriek, a demanding cry from Emmaline, her little fists waving in the air at you, like she's indignant about the redirection of your attention. You pick her up, yellow jumper bright against your red apron, and you shoot him an apologetic grimace. "I'm sorry, I was hoping she'd be down by now but, she's just been so fussy lately." You bounce her back and forth, cries quieting until she's just blinking at you with wet eyes, and the timer on the oven goes off. "Shit. Ah..." You look at her, and then look at the oven. "Can you, would you mind?" You extend your arms, Emma inside them, and he puts every piece of his training to use trying to control his reaction.
His heart soars.
His brain panics.
"Yeah, okay." He says, and you dip forward, pushing her into his arms. He knows how to hold a baby, held Joseph plenty, and she seems to agree, settling in against his chest, hands grabbing at his sweatshirt, tugging and trying to eat the fabric. She's light, lighter than he expected, but still sturdy, and when her lips shift into a gummy smile as she makes eye contact with him, he feels everything logical inside him shutting down.
Beautiful baby girl, and her perfect, sweet, angel of a mum.
He'll be keeping you.
He'll be keeping you both.
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Channieâs Room
pairing: bang chan x reader
word count: 343
warnings: my man is whipped
genre: fluff
a/n: another drabble cause itâs sunday in korea and i miss my channie đ„ș
Chanâs pov.
âhello everyone. welcome to this weekâs Channieâs room!â i smile at my phone as i notice the count of viewers go up every second.
the comments on my laptop are flooding in, thousands asking me to say hey, their names and strands of questionable emojis too.
iâm off today and had nothing better to do, so i decided to do a Channieâs room even though itâs not sunday.
âask me some questions and iâll try to answer as many as possible.â
Y/n walks into the room with a bowl of fruit and plops herself on the couch across from me. i look up at her and smile.
âlive?â she mouths and i nod, turning my attention back to the screen.
âletâs seeâŠâ i try to catch one of the questions.
âwhatâs your favourite colour? pink and blue.â
âfavourite movie? all marvel ones.â i laugh.
âhow tall are you? iâm an average 1.71 cm.â i continue answering the questions, taking in the adoration of stays and what they want to know.
some questions catch me off guard.
âwhereâs your girlfriend? howâs your girlfriend?â i read aloud and Y/n looks up at me, almost choking on a piece of fruit.
we havenât made our relationship official online yet. weâve gotten coffee out in public before, but nothing more than just that. we love the private life and want to keep it that way.
but that timeâs up i guess. i turn to my phone and shrug. âlet me ask her.â i look at Y/n.
âhow are you doing, baby?â i ask in english.
her mouth drops open, unsure of whether she should speak or not. she gives an awkward thumbs up, making me laugh.
âheâs blushing.â âaw, he looks so cute.â âheâs so in love with her. i can just tell.â i read in my mind.
laughing of low key embarrassment, i smile, looking back at Y/n.
âi am definitely in love.â
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Sorry if this isnât a good prompt, Iâm just curious to know how Rafe and sweetheart!reader would spend a normal day together? Like he doesnât have anything to do that day and neither do you, so youâre just spending the day together. The domesticity of it all is so đ„ș
this is actually adorable!
sundays were the one day out of the week that rafe designated to be solely dedicated to the two of you spending quality time together and making sure that everything within the tannyhill residence was up to par, prior to the upcoming weekdays. so, the two of you usually slept in, the bright north carolina sun seeping through your powder white drapes as you stirred awake. all squinty-eyed and half-asleep, your naked body sprawled out as you moaned with your morning stretch.
swinging a leg over the side of rafeâs waist, you press your puffy lips to his stubbly jaw, earning a stubborn groan from your sleepy man, âyou can stay here, papi â i just need to do some laundry and make breakfast, tienes hambre?â you coo softly, your acrylic nails gently scraping at rafeâs scalp as he lowers his head to your chest, nodding against your skin.
âthank yâbaby,â rafe mumbles, his voice hoarse and raspy from his drowsy state as he lazily cups a gentle hand around the plush fat of your ass, kneading the skin for a brief moment, before laying a light, yet stinging slap to the skin.
throwing your head back, you let out a held back moan, your tangled hair falling down your exposed shoulder blades, ânooo, mâstill sore from last night,â you whine with a breathy laugh, playfully rolling your eyes as rafe jiggles the soft skin, whilst peppering kisses against the skin of your neck, âpapi, câmon â necesito limpiar la casa,â you reach down, your delicate hand gently raising rafeâs busy head from your chest.
forcing a pout on your plump lips, you watch as rafe swats the side of your thigh, clearing his throat, âaâight, yâcan clean, iâll make us breakfast, yeah?â he rasps, leaning down to press a quick kiss to the diamond encrusted âRâ pendant that hung from your dainty chain.
ËËđąÖŽà»đ·ÍÖâ§Ë.đàŒâ
after about twenty more minutes of getting lost in a wet and noisy kiss, you and rafe decided it would be a smart idea to shower together.
âshit, baby â keep fuckinâ yâself on my dick,â rafe groans, the steamy and dewy shower raining down his face, both of his hands fisted in your hair as you throw your hips back against his, the palms of your hands and side of your face pressed against the fogged up glass shower door.
stretching your swollen lips into a lopsided smile, you continue to roll your hips, soft moans leaving your sore throat as rafeâs slippery hand slides around your throat, swiftly pulling you flush against his chest.
meeting the fat of your ass with quick thrusts, rafe tightens his hold on your hair, catching your parted lips in a swallowing kiss, âgonna get yâpregnant â i fuckinâ swear,â he huffs, sending a sharp slap to the wet skin of your ass, earning a pained mewl from you, âyâwant me to make you a mommy, yeah?â rafe questions, his bright blues hung low as you nod, allowing your head to fall back against his shoulder.
ây-yes, i want it, papi,â you cry out, your smaller frame jutting forward with each thrust that clapped against your poked out ass.
the moment rafe filled you with his cum for the second time within the last 24 hours, you became so cum-drunk that the thought of rafe fucking his kid into you, just didnât seem all that bad. and shit, if rafe was being completely honest â his goal was to have you knocked up by the end of the year and donning his last name in the new year.
remaining inside of you, rafe releases your hair from his grip as he leans against the tiled shower wall, sliding his hands up and down your spine, a knowing smile tugging on his handsome mouth, âmâgonna keep it in for a bit, okay?â he decides.
ËËđąÖŽà»đ·ÍÖâ§Ë.đàŒâ
the remaining duration of your morning and part of your afternoon was spent in the sunny backyard of tannyhill, your wet and now curly hair pinned up with a kitsch hair clip, your bronze body now adorned by a silk crĂšme colored nightgown. you laid between rafeâs spread legs, the two of you reclined in the lounger, popping random chunks of assorted fruit into your mouths as rafe laid a soft hand atop of your tummy.
letting out a sigh of content, you steal a quick glance at your empty ring finger, before staring down at your stomach, âpapi ⊠dâyou think that iâll be a good mommy â a good wife, one day?â you ask sweetly.
âi donât see why not, yâalready such a good girl for me, yeah? i think yâwill be the best mommy and the best wife, mama,â
âyou really think so?â
âfâcourse, sweetie â all i need now is yâwalkin around all moody with a biiiig belly,â rafe confirms, pressing his lips to the top of your head, rubbing small circles over your stomach, ânow, we jusâ gotta keep practicing tilâ youâre all full, okay?â
placing your hand on top of rafeâs you fiddle with his gold signet ring, âokay,â you smile, your doe eyes sparkling with hope that maybe, just maybe there would be a little baby in your stomach.
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my mistake | lando norris x fem! reader
summary; lando had been chasing after oscarâs friend, y/n for a couple months now. heâs confused on why she keeps dismissing him until he finally got his answer
fc; nailea devora
warnings; cursing
taglist; @namgification
note; requested !
masterlist !
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yourusername: thank u mclaren n oscar for having me đ§Ą
tagged; oscarpiastri, mclaren
mclaren: always a joy to have youđđ§Ą
username: pretty girls stan y/n
oscarpiastri: ur annoying
yourusername: god forbid a girl ask for food
oscarpiastri: i kept getting weird stares bc you made me get you 4 plates of food.
yourusername: THE CHICKEN PASTA WAS GOODđââïžđââïžđââïžđââïž
username: her friendship w oscar is everything
username: PAPAYAAA
landonorris: youâre forgetting someone đ€
yourusername: no i donât think so
landonorris: a handsome brit? đ
yourusername: oh! lewisđ
landonorris: i meant meâŠ
yourusername: ok !
username: landođ
Y/N L/N ANSWERS YOUR FAN QUESTIONS!
landođ
y/n
y/n
y/nđ·
what now lando
landođ
what happened to u and whyâd u distance yourself from f1đ
y/nđ·
none of ur business
landođ
pleaseeee
arenât we bffsđđđ
y/nđ·
no we are not
you just got my number from osc
lando đ
well iâm not leaving you alone until you tell me
y/n
y/nnnnnn
answer
answer
answer
pleaseeeeeeeđ
y/nđ·
you really donât remember?
landođ
no?
y/nđ·
2019
i was starting to gain a following but nothing like what i have now
and i went to a race and i was so excited to be there and then i saw you
of course i was happy to see you but then when i smiled, you just rolled your eyes at me and looked really annoyed at me
and that hurt , lando
landođ
shit
y/n i honestly donât remember
but fuck iâm sorry
y/nđ·
whatever im over it
just sucks when someone youâre a fan of acts annoyed by u xx
but then i met osc and now heâs my friend so now iâm back into this f1 shit
landođ
y/n seriously iâm so sorry
it was my mistake, i mustâve thought you were someone else
let me make it up to you
y/nđ·
itâs fine lando
past is past but just wanted you to know
landođ
no i wanna make it up
y/nđ·
i said itâs fine
landođ
nope!
not until i can make u laugh
at least let me take you out for lunch
y/nđ·
hmmmmm
fine
but iâm gonna order a feast
landođ
fine by međ
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yourusername: how does 1 live knowing that u invited someone out for food only to steal their fries âŠ.. #landonorrisisover
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landonorris: u got full after 3 bites of your burger
yourusername: wrong it was 4! and it was a very big n filling burger!!
landonorris: omg u finally posted me đ„șđ„șđ„șđ„șđ„șđ„șđ„ș
yourusername: donât make me delete this post, lando norris đ
username: i just know lando is giggling knowing he finally made it to a y/n post
username: did months of lando norizz flirting in her comments actually pay off??
oscarpiastri: wow.
yourusername: omw w fries for u donât worry pooks
landonorris: worry if i eat them all
oscarpiastri: shut up lando norizz
lilyzneimer: miss u smđ„čđ„č
yourusername: i miss u moređ lmk when ur going to a race đ
username: y/n gorgeous omg
username: wait who is that???
username: f1 driver and teammates w y/n friend oscar!
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lando.jpg: the gf chronicles
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yourusername: fuck u and those stupid burgers and ur stupid jokes and ur stupid cute smile and the latte u bought me
lando.jpg: donât worry guys she just hasnât had her afternoon nap yet
yourusername: iâm so tired đđ
yourusername: bfđ„
lando.jpg: gfđ„
username: oh hello
username: wHEN DID THIS HAPPEN?
username: sheâs scute i love her sm
username: idk who i want more him or her
carlossainz55: about time ! i didnât know how many more calls of you talking about y/n i could handle!đđ
yourusername: awh he talks abt me??
lando.jpg: not you exposing me, carlos đ
oscarpiastri: fuck you you left me with half of my fries that time
lando.jpg: they were good sorry not sorry
yourusername: bro heâs such a fries stealer, i canât ever eat my fries in peace
lando.jpg: tomato tomato
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The Radio Demon Fucks a Human Sacrifice (part 4)
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7k words of a fever dream, happy Sunday, sinners âšđŠ I really hope you like it đ„șđ
You were back, unexpectedly but welcomed nonetheless. But now Alastor finds himself in a new kind of hell. There was, unfortunately for him, no killing what he felt when he looked at you.
{Warnings/Promises: Smut, Ace spectrum Alastor x FemReader, Alastor has feelings, creampie is the best nighttime snack, Angel is always the good guy, cervix punishment, mating press, Alastor demon form, Antlers go brrrr, drinking to forget, drowning (in cum)((and emotions)), discussions of murder, Alastor gets horny for discussions of murder, kinda breed kink if you squint, I saw a fan image of a hazbin hotel pool and itâs been stuck in my head for days.}
MINORS DNI (ah! Eh! I â stop. I see you. You know I see you, right? Get outta here! đš)
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You were quick to stifle your smile, seeing Alastor standing in front of you with his hand outstretched. Why were you smiling? You were dead. Brutally so. And, You were in hell. But the corners of your mouth kept tugging upward at the sight of the stupid fucking deer demon before you. His own wild smile, eyes half lidded as he looked at you like he knew you.
You took his hand, needing the help standing. He fingers slipped from your palm and came to rub the velvet skin of yourâ- ears? You smacked his hand away, taking a step back.
The look he gave you, confusion? You werenât sure, his head cocked to the side, hand lingering a beat longer in the air. He took a step toward you and you took one back.
Alastor laughed, âQuite the welcome, dear.â
You narrowed your eyes, did he know? Did he know you dreamt of him so many nights? That you struggled daily to not see his face behind your eyelids, not hear his lilting voice in your ear?
âLong time no see, Alastor.â You didnât mean to sound quite so bored when you said it, you werenât really sure at all what was going on in your head. You didnât expect to see him so soon, literally immediately upon your death. You didnât have time to recalibrate the mixed up feelings you had created for yourself over this stranger. Â
You pined for months to see him again, trying so hard to push the memory of him as deep as you could. So deep, in fact, you found yourself tortured at night with fantasies of his company. Even during the day, your life was altered around him. You couldnât listen to the radio, the odd static and reverb just forcing him back into your consciousness. You took long forest walks, thinking about hunters and deer. You wore that fucking robe for an embarrassingly long time, remembering being in another world entirely.
Alastorâs face fell, throat closing slightly as he thought he realized what was happening. You didnât remember the time youâd spent with him. He had been enjoying lazy nights in his room and pleasurable times in the woods with a ghost. He took a step closer, maybe if heâ maybe your body would remember? If you just smelled his bed, perhaps youâd stop acting so cold. If he could awaken the impressions he was sure he left on your soul, he could pick up where he left off. A comfortable companion. Kind eyes that only saw him. His name, sweet and low tumbling from your lips.
You hit the wall with your back, making distance from him. He hadnât hurt you, but you couldnât be sure what would happen now. Fantasies are no indication of a personâs real self. Your dream romps were just thatâ dreams. Fiction your mind produced to fill the gap in your life he somehow created in your short time together. Imagination fleshing out this unknown demon you couldnât stop thinking about.Â
His hand fell. There was a second his smile dropped, brows knitted. It came and it went, âWell! I best go get Charlie. She is the official welcome committee of the Hazbin Hotel, after all. Follow me.â The door swung open, his long arm gesturing.
Charlie pulled you into a hug, bouncing between âWelcome back!â And âI am so, so sorry you died!â She held your hands in hers, âThe hotel has gone through a lot since you left! I have so much to show you. While Alastor has your room bâŠâ her voice carried on, but your mind stayed put. She did jazz hands at every sconce and door frame on the way to the lobby.
You had expected it, your death. You figured there was a 50/50 chance you didnât make it out of that forest. But that didnât make this moment any less surreal. You looked down at your body, yours but new. Your hands came to your head, fingers climbing up your skull until you found them. Two soft, tulip petal shaped ears. Were you going to be sick? The room began to spin. Charlieâs voice underwater. Was some detective going to knock on your parentâs door? Carrying a folder with your photo and bad news? Your eyes clenched at the image, your heart ballooning in your chest.
âMaybe she needs to take a rest,â his voice cut through the waters of your confusion, a spear straight to your psyche. His hand slipped up your arm, resting on your back. You shook your head, eyes blinking wildly.Â
âItâs fine. Please, Charlie, continue your tour.â You took an exaggerated step to your left, out from under his touch. You thought you heard him sigh. Why was he being so kind? The last time you spoke you were staring daggers at him while he carried on about doing exactly what he had promised.
Charlie excitedly presented the lobby to you, the bar, the library. Alastor walked a few feet behind you both, quiet, his shadow dancing down the hallway in front of you. Itâs mouth flipping from grin to grimace and back as it watched you nod along to every detail Charlie felt you should know.
The newest addition to the hotel since you left, a large indoor pool on the second to top floor. You lingered there, watching the water reflect pink and red light from the floor to ceiling windows overlooking Pentagram City.
âAlmost done! To the left is Dadâs studio. He comes and goes. Ya know, parent stuff.â
You tried to mask your concern for whatever damaged parent-child relationship she was referencing.
âAnd to the right is Alastorâs radio station.â
You glanced to the demon, standing near the wall, inspecting his nails. âI didnât know he had a radio station. I just assumed-,â You shrugged, âHe just sounded like that.â
Alastor felt his bottom lid of his left eye twitch involuntarily. Why were you speaking like he wasnât there?
He bit his tongue, literally. He needed time to think, to plan how to handle this situation. Your death was early and therefore unexpected for him, too. Not nearly as surprising, though, as your loss of memory of him.
He knew though, maybe this was for the best. If you were here, if he could see you around the hotel, perhaps that desire to have you near would die down. His shadow shifted behind him before sinking into the floor. Yes, exactly. This was a good thing. His eyes glanced to you, to your little doe features, two ears and a tiny fluff of a tail. His jaw tightened, had you done it on purpose? What did it mean?
âWould you like to see it?â He didnât recognize his own voice, because he hadnât realized he was going to say it until it was done.
Yes. âNo thank you.â You wanted to run face first into the wall. It felt like your ribs were twisting off your spine. One side lurched upâ- touch him. He wants you, he felt so good. Get him alone. The other side pulling downâ- fuck him. He owns you, heâs a demon. Stay away from him.
His ears turned back and down, folding into his skull. You tried to keep your face neutral as you stared back at him, breathing teetering on panting. Every time you looked at him you were in danger of spilling your guts.Â
âWell!â Charlie slid into the tense air between you two, nervous chuckles, âThat makes sense! Because Alâs station is super off limits. So. Uhh where was I going with this.â She looked around, âIs the room ready, Al?â
He nodded, leading you both to the elevator and a few floors down.Â
âThis floor is for our more precious residents. Not that every soul isnât precious! But ya knooow,â she opened your door, âYouâve got Angel, Husk, Niffty, sometimes Cherri Bomb, and Alastor as neighbors!â
Yippee. You get to lie awake knowing the object of your fucked desire is just past an easily smashed wall.
There was a moment where you all three looked at each other. Charlie becoming more and more fidgety as the seconds ticked on.
âSooo, We should let her rest, like you said, right Alastor?â Charlie began a dramatic walk to the bedroom door, taking big steps with high knees.
You needed to do this and let it be. âActually, may I have a moment, Alastor?â
Always, Yes. âI suppose I have the time, my dear.â He twirled his microphone stand before settling it behind his back. Charlie wanted to ask you if you were sure, but the tension was rising again. She backed out of the room, pulling the door closed as she went.
Alone. Again. There was a feeling in the air, like you would either fuck or fight. Was it an animal thing? Or was it always there?
âI never got to thank you.â
His stomach turned, he couldnât bear this again. Please, stop thanking him. Smile straining, struggling to keep it together, he nodded, âWhatever for?â
You had a strange feeling, a familiarity to the conversation. Ah, that was right. Would this end the same way as your dream? With you on your back? âYou were â true to your word.â You fiddled with the comforter of the bed, avoiding looking at him. âYou were gentle and you got me home safe and sound. I didnât thank you. I was just so-,â
âFull of misplaced rage?â His head tilted to the left, eyebrows high.
âJust rage, would have been fine. It was an unfair situation that you helped get me out of.â
Alastor watched your face, only sadness to be found. Not a sight he took any pleasure in. âWell you should truly thank Angel Dust. He is the one who brought me to you, desperate to help you. Even offered me his soul! Not that itâs his to give.â
No one had told you. âOh,â genuine surprise, âThank you for that. Yeah, I have to thank him. Iâd probably still be in Valentinoâsâ,â the light of the lamp beside the bed flickered, âstudio.â
Looking at you, Alastor couldnât decipher the feeling in his chest. Relief, sure. Shock, yes. But behind that, a strange tugging beneath his sternum. A pain, vague and nebulous floating over his chest. Why did you come back so soon? Why did you die so early? He wanted to ask you so many things, but if you didnât retain any memory of your time with him, he doubted he would like the answers.
âIâm going to finish my mental breakdown now, thanks for the tour and uh, the information.â Scratching awkwardly at your arm, you went and opened the door. He paused a moment before moving. âI would like to see your radio station, sometime. If youâd want to show me.â He nodded and left. The room felt colder now, deader.
Your night went exactly how you anticipated, lying awake in the plush red blankets of your new home staring at the ceiling. You wondered if you slept, if youâd see him again. Thoughts of the overworld, family, connections. Little fits of rest came but nothing more than 30 minutes here and there.Â
Alastor paced his room until dawn, an animal in an unlocked cage. When you had appeared, dead and truly in hell, he thought youâd come to see him. He was embarrassed to even think it now, he had believed you wanted to be with him in earnest. As comfortable with his company as he was yours. He cradled his head, again he felt himself succumbing to the enjoyment of others. He had accepted it with you, more so than the rest, and now it was a weapon in your hands. He felt like an idiot. And he hated it. What a fool, to think youâd died to get home to him. A growl rising in his chest. Home. He desperately wanted to see Rosie, to vent the situation and find clarity. But the idea of leaving you alone in the hotel irked him. He couldnât put his finger on why. Maybe you wouldnât be here when he returned. He could always summon you with your connection to him, but he wanted you to be there, with him, of your own volition or he didnât want it at all.
If youâd forgotten entirely, he had two courses of action. To start over, or to let it die.Â
He looked to his bed, remembering you lying there. Sleeping, peaceful, content. Safe. Alastor turned to the wall, knowing you lied just beyond the wallpaper and sheet rock in your own deathbed, alone. The out of place physical need for you was something he struggled with, but whatever feeling this was â far worse. You were his, yet he couldnât have you. Couldnât possess you in the ways heâd grown accustomed to the past year. Starting over felt tedious. But this wasnât a feeling that would die, he knew that. He could feel that by how deep the roots of his despair sunk into his soul when you looked at him like a stranger.Â
He didnât rest that night, and neither did you.
Maybe it was the deal, the connection between you and him, but no matter where you were in the hotel you could feel him. A sixth sense, his presence always on your radar. A small part of your brain power was always on him, focused on the idea of Alastor. You wandered the halls until the others woke, feeling that little string between the two of you. Taut, strong.
When you found Angel that first morning back, you took a seat beside him in the lobby.Â
âAlastor told me you are why I got help. From Valentino.â You tried your best to maintain eye contact, not getting distracted by his arms.
âDonât mention it, sweetheart. I kinda did it for myself, I wouldnât have been able to sleep again if I just let it happen. Iâm a freak but I ainât sick in the head like Val.â He locked his phone, turning to you, âSo do you always start passinâ out mid-convo or does Charlieâs voice just do something to ya?âÂ
You groaned, âDid she tell you that?â
âWell she panic-sang it, real worried about you. Did you get settled in yesterday?â
âI didnât sleep, now that you mention it.â Angel laughed, taking you by surprise, âWhat?â
âOh Iâm sure you didnât. Not with your co-star next door.â He winked, âIâm sure youâre happy to be here in the flesh.â
âUgh I forgot about that. Did -,â
âEveryone see it? Yeah youâre a minor celebrity.â You took a throw pillow and screamed into it while he spoke, âBut hey! At least you donât gotta worry about crazy fans. Smiles will keep âem at bay.â
âWhy would he do anything for me?â Pillow still over your face, you groaned, âIâm just a soul on his roster.â
âHa I donât think he treats just any soul the way heâs been treatinâ you. I think Husk would tell me.â Angel kicked his feet, âWhat a mental image! Does he have pubes? I feel like he does but theyâre like, sharp? Like hostile somehow?â
Pillow down, âEw, Angel! Hostile? How the fuck would I know?â
Angel stopped, wide eyed, âOh is it a secret? Is that part of the deal?â A sinister giggle, âYou can tell oleâ Angel Dust. Weâre pals, remember? You technically owe me.â His many fingers poked at your sides, goading you.
You scrunched up your nose, swatting at his hands, âAngel, what are you talking about?â
His smile fell, now side eyeing you, he opened his mouth to ask you to stop playing coy when he heard you all those nights in Alastorâs room when Charlie burst into the lobby.Â
âI am so sorry! I didnât tell you about the redemption activities!â She tossed papers onto the coffee table, âAlright, plan Stairway to Heaven!â
Angel sat back, bored the juicy gossip had to wait, your attention fully occupied by Charlieâs sketches.
Alastor watched you from the second floor balcony. Over the next few days he would always be watching, either from the shadows or out in the open. Looking at you, that carnal hunger was gone. He felt no overpowering desire to be surrounded by you. But, now and then, youâd make a small noise or sigh and he would feel a little twitch. A muscle memory reaction to you
Where the need to touch you had faded, he instead found an insatiable hunger to be near you. He had thought it would be better, you at the hotel. But it had become worse. The further you were, the more undone he felt. It baffled him. So, he stayed near. You were almost always within earshot or eye sight. If not, he at least knew where you were. He could focus on the hotel and his plans for Charlie only then.Â
You never looked at him, it was obviously on purpose. Even when he would take a seat beside you or across from you, youâd manage to glance everywhere but directly at Alastor. By the fourth day, he felt like he was going to snap. It was beginning to feel disrespectful.Â
That fourth night when you again couldnât sleep, you found yourself at the edge of the pool. Did people in hell swim? Youâd been there for nearly two hours and not a single sinner appeared. It was well past midnight, though.
The entire room was tinged pink, shadows a pretty red. The water itself looked like a sea of rose quartz. You didnât have a bathing suit. You didnât have anything now that you thought about it. Nevertheless, you slipped into the water and let yourself float from the edge.
What a familiar feeling, floating. The ceiling shimmered with the waterâs ever-moving reflection. Mind reeling back to the green glow casting your shadow on the ceiling of Valentinoâs studio. You closed your eyes, you were always sinking it seemed. Sinking out of consciousness, into a another dream, out of the woods and into the bedroom of your captivator. The only times you felt weightlessâ ah, right. Body held up by shadows, cameras rolling. Under him, beneath the stars, sleeping form disconnected from your mind. It was always with him. You wondered for a second if you could sleep like this. What would happen if you drowned. Could you drown?
The carpet soaked with every step you took, your body sopping wet, clothes heavy with pool water. You were dragging your bare feet to the elevator when you saw a light coming from the ajar door to Alastorâs radio studio.Â
He was looking over papers, monocle resting on his cheek. Alastor turned to you, taking note of your shoes in your hand and wet hair. Your ears were heavy with water, fine fur drooping with the weight. âYou look like a drowned rat, my doe.â
âDonât call me that,â you wiped your hair from your face, âI canât sleep.â
You never struggled to sleep in his bed. âWhat did you do when you couldnât sleep on earth?â
Your life already felt far in the rearview, either the effects of sleep exhaustion or your time in the underworld, âI slept⊠really well. Not a sleepless night I can remember.â
Alastor only hummed a response. Because all of your sleepless nights were here, with him.Â
âWhy are you working?â
âWhy are you swimming?â
âI just told you.â Your brows knitted, was this a conversation or a riddle.
Ever present smile beamed back at you, âWell then take a guess!â
You stared at him, sitting at his curved desk with all his switches and buttons. Papers here and there. Just smiling at you. âCool, thanks for the waste of time.â You turned to leave when you heard a low sound coming from his chest.
âWhy do you speak to me like that? Avoid me?â He stood, hair sharp and standing at attention, âWhat have I done to you to deserve your disgust?â
âNothing! Thatâs-,â the problem, âIâm just tired. I donât feel right, like I misplaced something. Thereâs a nagging feeling, maybe something I forgot in the overworld.â
Alastor closed the gap between you two, âI can assure you everything you need is here.â
You rolled your eyes, âYeah. Of course.â Turning to leave, his clawed hand reached for your wrist. Pulling you back, your wet clothes were now soaking into his suit.
His free hand took your chin and made you look up at him. Alastorâs red and pink eyes stared into yours, grin wider than you remembered seeing it before. You fixed your gaze on the desk behind him. âLook at me.â His voice cracked with a static interference. Your eyes finally came to his, your hand now holding his wrist just below your chin. âDonât you dare look away.â He saw it, a flash of recognition flit across your now wide eyes. There was a pulse of electricity to your core, your body remembering his voice, those words, like an activation phrase. How did he know? Your thighs rubbed together, feet barely touching the ground as he held you close.
When his lips crashed into yours, you melted for a moment. Your body relaxed into him, a small whine slipping from your mouth to his. But then something in you snapped back, remembering he was a stranger holding your leash. You pulled his hand from your face with ease as your feet came back to the ground. Tugging your wrist free, you opened your mouth to yell at him, nothing but heavy breathing came out. Again, he reduced you to speechlessness. You glanced at his face before turning; he looked wounded.
You thought you heard his shoes shuffling along the carpet as you rushed into the elevator. A bang, a thrash, echoing down the elevator shaft as you descended to your floor.Â
Did he think because you acquiesced to sex before, somewhat under the pressure of a worse fate, he could just kiss you anytime he wanted? Did he see you as a toy?Â
Maybe being a toy would be nice. Maybe a good fuck would let you finally sleep. He did hit all the right places, those shadowy appendages never letting a single need go ignoredâŠ
You slammed your door shut, angrily peeling off your clothes. No, you werenât a possession. You werenât an object to be taken off the shelf at his convenience. No matter how much your body ached for his clawed hands and thin waist, you wouldnât lower yourself to being under him. Not metaphorically, therefore not physically. You curled onto your bed, naked, body humming for him. Sleep came in pieces, fractured moments of rest.
âYou look like shit.â Angel greeted you when the sun finally rose and everyone mulled around the hotel. You waited until you were sure the lobby bar wouldnât be empty, you didnât want to run into him alone.Â
âHow do you fucking sleep in this place? All night just screams and moans from the city.â You rested your cheek on the bar, âHusk, something with orange juice thatâll make me forget where I am, please.â
âThe moans are my favorite. Speaking of moaninâ in the night-,â Angel was cut off.
âGet used to it. You sold your soul to a psychotic dick. Welcome to the club,â Huskâs tone was harsh, tilting into sardonic as he slid your drink to you.
With a huff, you sat up, âDonât compare us. You sold your soul. Iâ,â you searched with your hands for the word, âwas guilty of having a colossal cunt of an aunt.â A deep sip of your drink, âFuck, he only got my soul because he made a deal with a different demon for it. Soul traded in like a used car. Iâm the Kia Sorento of hell.â
Husk grumbled, âYeah well, either way. Might as well get comfortable. Weâre here for the long haul.â
Angel put a hand out to shut up Husk, scooting his stool closer to you, âSo likeâ did Mister Wrong-Kinda-Horny have you killed?â His eyes went to your ears and back, âIs that why ya came back a little lady deer? Some kinda sex thing?â
You downed your drink and gestured to Husk to refill your glass, speaking to Angel without looking at him, âWhy would he do that?
He grabbed your bar stool and swivelled you to face him, leaning in even closer, âWell, ya knowâŠâ his eyebrows raised up and down, ready to finally get the dirty details, âbecause ya-,â
âMy little doe, just who I was looking for.â His sudden appearance startled all three of you. He was ready now, to pin down your fate. Were you going to stay at the hotel permanently or not? With his supervision or without?
âWhy does everyone keep interruptinâ me?!â Angel slammed his hand on the bar.
On impulse, your own hand formed a first, âStop calling me that!â
Alastor laughed, unhinged, a finger wiping a tear from his eye. Still, the attitude with which you spoke to him surprised him, âOh? Why should I? You are a doe,â his microphone gestured to your head, âAnd your soul belongs to me. If I remember correctly, so does your body.â His eyes darkened, back bent as he came to your eye level, âBut I always have video evidence if youâre unsure of the details.âÂ
You lifted your glass and cocked your arm back to throw it but stopped. Alastor was grinning, something in his stare egging you on. He was loving this. Finally you were paying some attention to him. You were looking right at him.
Setting the glass back down, you left your stool and slipped past him, âLucky for you, radio demon. Itâs all you have anymore.â You had decided you wouldnât give him the satisfaction of saying his name.
Husk sunk beneath the bar, Alastorâs antlers expanding as his eyes became overtaken with black. Angel scrambled over the counter to join the cowering bartender. Alastor whipped around, spine cracking and stretching. You were in the elevator for another quick escape when you turned and saw him gaining on you, his mouth nearly unhinged, teeth sharp and numerous. His body contorted to get his truly demonic face in your eye line, back bending in half to drop his head down, âWhat did you say?â The air around him seemed to bend and shake, the hiss of a misaligned radio station biting at your skin.
Your finger was shaking as you pressed the âclose doorâ button repeatedly, wetting your lips you found your foothold in anger again, âFuck you.â
You didnât recognize the sounds you heard just past the hollow elevator doors. Something between a screech and a wail. Not a sound youâd heard any deer make before.
Shakey knees and legs melting to jelly barely carried you to your room. You collapsed against the door as soon as you entered, locking it. Not that it mattered, you knew that.
A knock shook the wood and made you yelp.
âItâs me!â You recognized Angelâs voice, âLet me in.â
He fell into your room, hair a mess and eyes wide, âI donât know where he went but he left the hotel. Jesus Christ you have balls of steel.â He fixed his hair, adjusting his chest fluff, âOr are a total idiot.â He saw the tears swelling in your eyes, gears shifting immediately, âOh shit, sorry. You okay?â
You shook your head no and crumbled to the floor, âI havenât fucking slept more than three hours a night in like, five fucking days. Iâm going crazy.â
âI donât know why yaâll are fightinâ but canât Alastor help you out? Yaâll are close, maybe a night in his bed will set you straight.â
Your tears streamed down your face, âAngel! What are you talking about?! You keep saying shit like weâre friends. The closest Iâve been to him was in my fucking wet dreams!â You curled into the fetal position on the carpet, exhausted, scared, confused. Youâd never seen something as skin-crawling as his full demonic form. But a part of you was mesmerised by the transformation. A sick part of you, you decided.
Angel lied down beside you, facing you, eyes blinking. One of his hands wiped at your tears, âWhat exactly happened after you went home?âÂ
You sniffled, âI couldnât get him out of my head. I wore your robe. It smelled like you.âÂ
He laughed, âI wondered where that thing went.â
âI started having these dreams, justâ- really fucked dreams of him.â
Angelâs eyes narrowed, âfucked how?â
Your wanted to hide your face but didnât have the energy to move your arms, âHe fucked me in the woods like his life depended on it. Best sex of my life, in my own imagination. Naturally.â
Angel sat up, he didnât know what to ask first, âbest sex?? Sorry- no. Fuck, uh, you had dreams about fucking the Radio Demon? You two never⊠met up?â
You rolled onto your back, shaking your head, âIf he could have visited me, he never did. Trust me, I looked for any sign.â
âUh huuuuh.â Angel nodded, âWell. His extra weird attitude makes more sense. Heâs been super creepy, always just poppingâ outta shadows and shit. More than usual.â
Angel looked over you, crying softly on the floor. He considered telling you, but if Alastor hadnât he figured it was best he stay out of it. Lest he be the one fleeing into elevators.
âHave ya considered actually fucking him?â Angel couldnât believe he was recommending anyone fuck Alastor, but it seemed like maybe itâd actually do you good.
âWhy would I do that?â
Angel looked annoyed, âBecause you wanna fuck him?! Get it out of our system?â
âYes and I sometimes wonder what it would be like to drive into oncoming traffic. We all have the call of the void. Heâ,â you thought about the kiss, âI feel like itâd just make it worse. Iâd want more.â
Angel showed you his phone, âHeâs apparently eating sinners in the doom district, so, itâs your call. But maybe a good bang would get you both to chill out.â He scrolled, âFucking hell. The best sex, of your life? Have you not had much sex or-?â
You crawled up to your bed and plopped your now heavy body down, âAngel.â
âDo you have some weird kink? Is it just really big?â
âAngel!â
âDoes he go full demon and his peni-,â
âANGEL.â
He spun his head around to look at you, âI wanna respect your boundaries but I will actually die again if you donât explain this shit to me.â
Settling back, you groaned, âIâve never felt so needed before. He held onto me like he couldnât breath unless I was under him. But you see him, youâve been here. Does that sound like him?â
Angel sat beside you, âHonestly didnât know he knew what sex was until you came here soâ he leaned back, two arms holding him up, âYou guys are pretty fucked up.â You nodded. âWhat did he say, when you told him about the dreams?â
âDidnât really come up.â You rolled your eyes.
He patted your thigh, âGot it. Youâre gonna owe me like, a metric shit ton of drugs.â Angel pushed off the bed, waving as he left, âIâll see ya tomorrow!âÂ
You sat up, staring curiously at where he had just been. Tomorrow? It was only 9am
.
Angel spent several hours in the lobby, pretending to read and socialize with residents. He jumped from the chaise lounge as soon as he saw Alastor walking into the hotel, âHey uh, I know you know I think youâre a freaky fuck, but I wanna just say it sucks real bad and Iâm sorry.â Alastor didnât reply or even stop walking, Angel having to jog to keep pace.
âI mean, if my fuck buddy thought our bumpinâ uglies was all just dreams Iâd be super fuckinâ bummed too.â Alastor became so still so quickly that Angel nearly fell over trying to stop his momentum. He waved his hand in front of Alastorâs face to make sure he was still conscious, âuhh anyone home in there?â
Alastorâs eyes flicked to dials, residents looking up warily as the power flickered and the space seemed to distort around them, âExplain, quickly.â
âShe told me this morninâ! She thinks all those nights you were banginâ her brains out â which, from one porn star to another, sounded top notch from my room â weâre just horny dreams. Sheâs all fucked in the head about it.â
Alastor melted into his shadow and slinked down the hall and up the walls, leaving Angel behind, âYou all owe me!â
You heard footsteps suddenly advancing on you down the hall. Spinning around, your nose nearly brushed against his, Alastorâs face already down to your level.
He leaned in to you, his mouth hitting against your cheek, âI need to speak to you in my room, dear.â His voice was clearly not asking you.Â
Your blood ran cold, goosebumps dancing down your neck and arms. âWhy would-,â
âNow.â His arms wrapped around your waist, you pushed him away and turned to walk off but stopped. You werenât in the hallway anymore. A bedroom. With a haughty laugh you turned to spit venom at him for such a dirty trick.
 As if expecting it, he cut you off, âThey werenât dreams, my doe. It was astral projection.â He took you by the shoulders and pointed your entire body at the forest scene melting into his room. Had it always been there? You couldnât remember seeing it before, when you arrived in hell. Just him and his smile.
You felt the blush rise from your toes to your ear tips. Both hands came to your face, desperate to hide your existence from the situation.
You remembered that grassy clearing, the tree line. Peaking in and up, you saw the starry sky you spent so many nights moaning into.
âWhy-,â your hands balled into fists, âdidnât you tell me?!â You turned to him, face red. You wanted to shove him, to hit him, but your mother taught you better than to lay hands on someone first. You finished fights, not started them.
Alastor smiled down at you, like he always did, âI thought you had no memory of our-,â
You cut off him off at the head, âvisits.â
He laughed, âspirited visits.â Was that a pun? You groaned.
âI, I thought it was just make believe.â The gentle touches, the sweet names whispered into your skin, the way you could taste him even after you woke. The blush burned your cheeks.
Now that you knew, now that your eyes fell on him once again with recognition, he felt youâd actually answer him, âHow did you die?âÂ
The question took you by surprise, You thought it was obvious, âI tried to kill a hunter in the woods. Well, I did kill him. But he killed me, too.â
A genuine grin spread across his lips, a cackle, âYou killed a man?!â You shouldnât have been so proud, but he looked so impressed, âTell me every detail. Who was he to you?â Alastorâs hands came to your arms. You remembered last night, pulse quickening, and walked to his bed. You took a seat on the end, sinking softly into the plush blankets. Your hand ran over the fabric.Â
âMy employeeâs father.â The fabric was soft, the threads tiny and tight.
Alastor took a seat beside you, legs crossed, âOh? And why him?â
A hum, âHe was a bad man.â
His hand picked up yours, bringing it to his mouth. There was that loss of blood to his brain, something you effortlessly did to him. âWho says?â His own heart picking up pace. You killed. Was it egotistical to think you inspired such a thing? Did you kill for him?
You watched your fingers tremble under his lips, âWhat?â
âWho says he was bad?â
Your eyes searched the room for an answer, âI think anyone would agree with me.â
His smile reached his eyes, âSo you decided? He probably thought he was quite alright.â He turned your wrist over, mouth pressing to your pulse point. âDid you plan it?â Your scent was familiar but different now. Skin still just as soft. He felt himself salivate. Your spell just as strong in death.Â
A gulp, all of those walls you struggled to keep standing turned to dust against his smirk. A stranger, a lover. Effortlessly your body shifted into a new gear under his touch. âYeah, for a week. I waited until I knew he was going to be there. Walked the paths, bought a knife.â
âA knife,â he practically purred, âA favorite. No gun?â He pulled your arm toward him, bringing your whole body into his.
âI wanted something more⊠personal.â
Alastor buckled slightly, cock jumping in his lap. âYou were made to be my undoing. I am sure of it. A cruel joke from heaven to distract me.â His mouth found your neck next, little nips before he chose a place and latched, sucking a bruise easily seen by others.
âThis is a really fucked conversation, Alastor.â Your body softened, a small sigh coming before you could consider being embarrassed.
âFor a âfuckedâ situation, my dear.â His nose traced along your jaw. âBut one youâll find I quite enjoy.â He placed your hand on his lap. Did he see the face you made? The stupid grin? Your hand squeezed lightly on the length you felt tenting his pants, earning a moan into your cheek. Real. He was real. In your hands, now. No dreams or projection. No fantasies. No little pink toy. âBear with me, just a little more. Youâll find my ⊠proclivity for such topics quite important for these kinds activities.â
âYouâre sick.â You turned, nose to nose smiling still.
He hummed, his own smile spreading, âdesperately so.â Your hand gently traced the shape of him through his pants, âWhy did you kill him? As opposed to all the other bad men?â
A question you didnât feel you could answer, âThis topic is having the opposite effect on meâŠâ you squeezed him again.
âFair enough,â he pushed you back onto the bed, leg going over your body to straddle you, âThen tell me how you felt? A compromise.â
How did you feel? When you killed him? âI felt strong.â He repositioned himself between your legs, âI wasnât scared. I knew Iâd succeed or-,â
âOr?â His breathing now a barely strained pant. Say it. Say it and heâll let himself go completely.
You focused on the canopy of his bed, a red wine color much like his own coat. âOr Iâd end up here, with you.â His head fell, forehead resting on your stomach. You looked down to see his antlers larger than before, no longer cute little prongs. âAlastor?â
He wasnât an idiot.Â
Maybe a little roundabout, but you chose him.Â
Red dribbled from his chin, mind going foggy as eyes went black. His hands rid you of your clothes with delicate cuts, your body lurched up the bed by wide palms.Â
You chose to come back.Â
Your hands came down to undo his pants and belt, seeing he probably couldnât manage himself. As soon as he was free of his clothes, he was rutting into your thigh. âAlastorâ, you took his face in both hands, dials flickers to dilated pupils as you got him to focus on you.Â
âMy little doe.â
You came home.
His head came to rest just above yours, wide and sharp antlers just out of reach. His leaking cock finally found your core, Alastor groaning into the blankets to find you already so wet. Your hands gripped his arms, nails breaking skin in anticipation.
Lined up and impatient, he pushed up into you with unmeasured force. You bit onto the flesh of his shoulder, trying to keep yourself from screaming. In those dreamlike visits, he filled you so perfectly, body molding to him. But now, you were stuffed. With one thrust your cervix was bruised and tender. The tiniest pain bled into the eye-rolling pleasure of having him back in you. With heavy breaths he thrust into you with a need you couldnât ever remember feeling before. He fucked you like he would die without your moans spilling across his chest.Â
And it was true, feeling your soft cunt clenching him so tightly was a need more than anything else. A ray of light at the bottom of the Marianaâs trench. Impossible, and undeserved. You were everything he wasn't good enough to have, wasnât clean enough of conscience to hold. An angel clipping a wing to dip into hell, you killed to sink back into his arms. Even if you didnât say it, not yet. He could feel it in you. He had left a deeper impression on your soul than perhaps you had his. You werenât just his by way of a deal, you corrupted yourself to his level.
He looked down at you, your eyes already wet and unfocused, mouth hanging open as every breath turned into rhythmic moans. Your soul a fresh snowfall, your adoration for him a drop of blood. His eyes shut, mind focused on where you and him merged now. Friction pulling him forward to his climax.
Your body was trembling, his lower stomach rubbing against your already swollen clit. That soft button just past your entrance wasnât just being pressed, it was smashed against your walls with his shaft. His head dragging past it. You wanted to speak, to express how good you felt, but your tongue was frozen in your mouth. Every inhale became a gasp, every exhale was now a moan. You felt his body tighten, thrusts become shallow as his large head refused to stray far from your womb. Silently, your hands tore into his shoulders as you gripped through your orgasm. The muscles in your jaw now locked. Your legs came to wrap around his hips and draw him in, thighs convulsing as his pace didnât stop for you to recover.
With an unmistakable mating press, his cock buried itself in your pussy. Balls deep suddenly made more sense as a phrase. Your cervix stung as his body forced more room for itself in you. The way your walls spasmed around him felt debauched, your body starved for him. Hungry as he had been. Alastor felt your soft cunt drowning in his seed and he groaned into your hair. Already spilling out, he didnât even consider unsheathing himself from you.
You struggled to slow your heart rate, vision blocked entirely with his own heaving chest. As he softened in you, so did his form. Body reconfiguring above you, antlers now small and uncharacteristically cute.
With regained red eyes, he looked at your face.Â
âAre you-,â he sighed, âAsleep.â Not a bad future after all, he mused. Watching you sleep.Â
He considered wiping you down before placing you beneath his blanket, but it seemed like such a waste. Your head on his pillow, he felt everything in his chest settle. Like a puzzle whose pieces were all right but just not flush, his own damned soul settled flat. Everything snuggly in place.Â
One of his large palms came to rest on your head, a familiar place for him now, âSleep well, darling doe. Iâll be here when you wake.âÂ
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your choso has rewired my brain...literally cant stop thinking about popular reader who has a new bf every week x virgin nerd choso who despite his inexperience has every intention to leave you dumb on the end of his cock. He even lets you slap his books down and talk shit about him with your little girlfriends in public, but behind closed doors you're the one crying and begging him hdjsjs definition of 'send her back to her bf w my handprint on her ass' aaaaa and if its a love story, it turns out chosos had the fattest crush on her bc he knows shes actually a sweetie at heart but loves her toxic side too and gives her the best dick until she stops playing around like THE REVERSAL đ he would be so sweet in his own way and so loyal and a fucking dog to her lowkey but covers it up with mean words and pussy slaps đ„ș
Nerd!choso has a special place in my pants heartđ”âđ«
Cw; nastyy smut, filming, infidelity(đ), choso is a little pervy but thatâs why we love himđ«¶, talks of bodily fluids, reader is a lil mean
Enjoy<3
After the first time you fucked, he was extremely a little mad about you dating someone the next day (especially since it was his first time and you knew that) but quickly forgot about it once he had his head between your legs later that night, your mouth babbling nonsense when he sucked a little too hard.
He would purposefully leave hickies on your chest and thighs, smiling cheekily as he watched your shakey legs try to dress yourself. âDonât look at me that way," you mumbled, your usual attitude gone and replaced with shyness under his intense gaze. Yeah, he didnât have to worry.
Choso let's you get away with everything. the laughing, the pushing, and the taunts about how âsmallâ he probably is from your friends (to which he nearly smirks when you stiffen slightly). He goes along with all of it and even watches you tongue-fuck your stupid boyfriend, whoâs likely one hard hit to the head away from permanent brain damage. But he canât stay mad; you look so cute trying to be tough. Eyebrows furrowed and a little hiss in your tone, knowing that the moment everyone disappears, youâre nothing but a sobbing mess, begging for him to touch you.
Youâre in his room later, bent into a mating press, gasping for air as his cock clumsily batters your g-spot. âYesâfuck, cho! "Your skin feels so hot, and your mind is so numb. Choso is nearly just as loud, already cumming two times, but watching you made it impossible to pull out. A sticky mess of both your fluids caused gooey strings to form whenever he moved away, the erotic sight making him pull out and reach for his phone. âW-what are youâ"
You tried to sit up when the light of a camera flashed in your eyes, making you gasp before he tilted it down, focusing on your pussy. âLook at how wet she is.â He reaches out to touch, making your hips jerk in sensitivity. He plays with your wetness, making your cheeks hot, showing off the substance to the camera before placing his finger on your hole to tap at the new cream that seeped out.
You went to pull your legs closed. "E-enough, Choso." You sent him a glare, making him laugh before leaning down to kiss your cunt. He pointed the camera up to catch your shocked face, and you glanced at it again. âWhy are you filming this? I never saidâ"
You squeal as he nips your clit, immediately shutting up but sending him a harsh glare. He kisses your thigh at your compliance. âDo you really not want me to?â He stared up at you, putting little pecks on your bud, making your breath hitch. You shook your head, ânoâ, âfuck, I donât care, just make me cum,â you whine, pushing his head down. You jolt up, your eyes widening, when you feel the stinging slap on your pussy.
Youâre about to speak when he does it again and again, each hit harder than the previous one, a yelp of surprise escaping you as he forces the light in your eyes again, making you squint. âYouâre such a slut, itâs almost pathetic." His harsh words make you pout, mumbling about how mean he is. âIâm mean? Tell the camera why you came here.â You bite your lip, looking away, causing him to grab your chin and force you to look. âIâm not asking.â
It feels humiliating: âHe couldnât make me cum.â Your voice is quiet, but you could practically feel the cocky smile on Choso's face. âWhoâs he?â You want to die, shaking your head. He rolled his eyes, tapping on your cheek to signal you to talk. With a sigh, you repeat yourself, âMy boyfriend couldnât make me cum.â Choso mockingly coos behind the camera, his thumb going to rub your swollen bud. âAnd how many times have you cum since getting here?â
He pans the camera back and forth between your needy pussy and pretty face, your sweaty skin glistening under the intense lighting making his cock impossibly harder. You look so delicate, just helplessly taking the pleasure he gives you because your body needs him so bad. Tears gather in your waterline whenever he applies more pressure, eyes zeroing in on the slick that starts to drip down your ass.
You canât answer, your jaw hanging open when he quickened his pace. Your chest is heaving as you chanted out âplease!â hips thrusting up to meet him until you quickly cum with a shutter, choso slowing but not stopping as you relax again. You look up to the camera with a tired smile, holding up your hands to signal four, your eyes could barely remain open, head flopping back into the pillow. your eyes are getting heavy, nearly having you succumb to sleep when you feel his tip align with your cunt. âFlip over, slut.â
He forces you to film yourself as he pounds into you from behind, crying when he leans down to tug at your sore nipples. He forces your back to arch more, pathetically taking his cock into your swollen pussy. If you drop the camera, heâll wait until you pick it up again. Or, heâll snatch it from your hand to catch you desperately rutting against him, begging him to let you cum and âfuck you right." He does just that, leaving you with a fried brain and a puddle of your own drool, tears, and juices from how intensely he made you squirt.
Honestly, heâs so horny and has so much stamina heâll just keep going until heâs shooting blanks, making sure to point the camera at the cum that leaks out of your puffy cunt, spreading your lips so it can closely get your gaping hole. Of course, after heâs had his fun, heâll gently take care of you. Youâre practically sleeping already, barely being able to speak as he nods along to your near incoherent praise, âS'good tâme. Luv you so much."He smiles, a giddy feeling in his tummy, as he holds a water bottle to your lips, which you gulp down quickly, not realizing how dehydrated you really were. He tucks you in, cuddling as you grip onto him tightly.
Itâs not long after that you stop seeing the guy you were with, or any for that matter (at least, according to your friends' knowledge). When they ask what happened, you just shrug, making up some excuse, trying not to stutter as the vibrations in your panties speed up. Choso watches closely, smiling happily as you try to discreetly roll your hips<3
A/n: I need him so bad itâs getting to me. Also, send request bc writers block is a btch. Mwahđ
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soooo eddie hears or reads somewhere that birthmarks are where your lover from a past life used to kiss you
and as soon as he gets home he wants to make sure that in this present life r still feel this love and that the birthmarks remain the same until their next life together (ugh so cute đ„ș)
i changed this up a wee bit but i hope u like it!! â you and eddie kiss birthmarks on the other for the next life (established relationship, fluff, 0.7k)
bug's one year celebration âĄ
Eddie traces shapes on your bare back, a post-sex ritual of sorts. It starts out innocent, usually â tiny hearts and flowers and planets that you try hard to guess. It almost always ends with him signing penises onto your spine and laughing out loud every time you realize.
Heâs doing it mindlessly now. Touching you just to touch you. His finger trails up your back, circles over your shoulder blades, and then falls back down again. âDid you know you have a birthmark here?â he wonders, breaking the honeyed silence of his tiny bedroom.
Your brows furrow as he traces some sort of outline between your shoulder and spine. âDo I?â you murmur, muffled into the pillow.
âI think so. Itâs really faint.â
âMaybe itâs just dirt,â you joke quietly. You donât see Eddie pull his hand away to lick his finger, but you feel the wet touch of it when it swipes over your back. âEw, Eddie!â you shout.
âItâs not dirt,â he confirms, choking back a laugh.
âIâve ever noticed it, I guess. I donât think Iâve ever looked that hard back there. Like, ever.â
Eddie scoffs, almost in disbelief. âThatâs a shameâŠâ he murmurs.Â
His finger is gentle and featherlight as it trails down your bare back, leaving chill bumps in its wake. His hand dips below the sheets covering the bottom half of you. His palm spreads unabashedly over your ass, wide and warm.Â
ââŠâCause thereâs a real nice view back here.â
You lift a heavy hand to swat at the boy beside you. It collides halfheartedly with his shoulder. He laughs again. âWhat?! Iâm talking about the birthmark, babe! Itâs cuteâ I love noticing new things about you.â
âDonât people say thatâs how you died in a past life? Wherever your birthmark is?â
Your tired eyes open to find Eddieâs screwed-up face. âDoes that mean someone stabbed me in the ass? In, like, the middle ages or some shit? âCause thatâs a fucking gnarly way to go.â
âBetter than being stabbed in the back⊠Literally.â
Eddie settles next to you with a huff. He lays on his stomach and shoves half his face into the pillow next to yours, all but melting into the mattress. He keeps tracing the mark on your back with an absentminded touch, never anything but gentle with you.
âWanna know what I heard?â he mumbles.
âHm?â
âI heard that birthmarks are where your lover used to kiss youâ you know, in a past life or whatever,â he confesses, like itâs a deeply held secret. Then he shrugs his milky white shoulders. âThatâs what my mom used to say, anyway. And that woman was never wrong.â
You smile quietly to yourself. Eddie doesnât talk about his mom very often. You feel a special privilege to be hearing about her now.
âI believe it,â you hum.
His contented grin blooms into something wider and more boyish. âThat means someone mightâve been kissing my ass in a past life.â
âThatâs awful,â you grumble with a scrunched nose. âNow, I have to give you a new one.â
âChoose wisely, princess,â Eddie lilts and turns onto his back. He spreads his arms out wide and beams when you lean over him. âMy future depends on it.â
You donât think very long. Maybe a moment or more. You press your lips to his chest, just below the faded tattoo on his pec and right over his beating heart. You smile when you pull away, all giddy like a teenage girl, and lay back down again.
Eddieâs chest sparkles with so much adoration it hurts. He laughs it off anyway. âAlright, cheeseballâ Itâs my turn.â
âYou have to do it in the same place!â you argue in a tiny voice when the boy lays over you. He props his weight on his elbows and entwines his legs with yours. The heavy closeness feels like heaven.
âWhy?â
âSo weâll have matching birthmarks! And then, when weâre in the next life or whatever, and we look like totally different people, weâll know we loved each other.â
Eddie scoffs. âIâll know.â
âHow?â
âHow will I know that I loved you?â he repeats, like the answerâs obvious and far too silly to ponder. You nod, and he shrugs. ââCause I have to. I canât help it.â
Something warm blooms behind your ribcage. âAnd Iâm the cheesy one?â you tease with a big, girlish grin.
âItâs your fault. You bring the worst outta me, honey.â
You laugh when he drops his head to your chest, pressing a kiss over your heart and lingering there. You pray it stains forever.
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this is for the non curse bf!sukuna
when you first start going out he wouldnât know what flowers to get you. he could ask you but- who tf asks their gf âhey what flowers do you like?â he thinks thatâs lame. so guy brings 5-6 diff flowers just for you.
can you imagine, him all tattooed and brooding buying you flowers in a pretty flower shopđđiâm crying :((((((
OKAY BUT IF HE DOES IT TO LIKE, ASK YOU TO BE HIS GF???
Like originally he was just going to take you out on a few dates, enjoy the company and yuuji and his Ma off his back, but that plan crumbled when he started to be the one to text you first. When he started to initiate dates. When he started to feel butterflies in his chest when you laughed.
Yuuji so graciously told him he had feelings and should cuff you before you get tired of him, and the idea swirls for a bit in Sukunaâs head before one night at four am, he storms into yuujiâs room and in a pure panic asks âhow do I ask her out?â
Yuuji grumbles and throws a pillow at his brother, âflowers and candy, go back to bed.â
But Ryomen does anything but. Because thereâs so many flowers and so many candies, how will he know which is your favorite? And as much as heâd love to ask you, it would ruin the surprise of being so excited at being his girlfriend that youâd have to say yes- a little manipulative, perhaps, but heâs not perfect despite what he says.
So he kinda goes⊠crazy.
He buys you all sorts of candy, everything from sour to chocolate, to even some cotton candy grapes and gummy bear watermelon and more candy flavored candy, all to put in a small bag that dangles from his thick wrist.
Next is the flower shop, and thatâs even more stressful because how is he supposed to pick between roses and peonies and assorted and god knows what other breeds of flowers there are- one time, as a kid, he saw yuuji give a little boy a fistful of yellow dandelions, canât he just do that?
According to the swipe of his credit card after picking out seven bouquetsâŠ. No. Apparently not.
He lugs everything out to his car with grunts of efforts, texting you telling you to be home because the smell of flowers is making him nauseous and the candy is probably melting in the warmth of the sun.
SENT please tell me youâre home?
Schnookums (god he needs to change that, whyâd you ever put yourself as something so feral in his phone?) why, you coming over??
SENT no Iâm making conversation
Tf
Of course that question means Iâm coming over
Schnookums yayyyy okay đ„șđ
He scoffs before making a floor to your house, nerves making him speed a little too fast and almost run a few too many red lights, and heâs grateful that the cops he passed have mercy on him and let him get to your house without a ticket or handcuffs.
He gathers his bundle back in his arms and blindly makes his way up your driveway, using the sheer grace of the gods watching over him to not trip and crush everything under him. He sneezes god knows how many times, and once heâs finally at your door, he doesnât know how long it takes him to knock successfully, but after 5 tries, he finally nails it.
And after a few short seconds, you open the door with a gasp of excitement. âWhat did you do!â
âI wasnât- fuck!â The flowers start to slip as he tries to peer over them to look at you. Youâre quick to make a move to help him catch them. âFuck. God damn it. Ugh.â He clears his throat, âI wasnât sure what flowers to get, so⊠I bought them all.â
âWhats in the bag?â
âAn absolutely feral amount of sweets.â
Youâre beaming at him, so excited between the gesture and seeing him that you immediately toss your arms around him, the crinkling of the bouquets being what snaps you back to life.
âAh shit.â
âSorry! Sorry!! I just⊠this is so sweet,â you say, smiling.
âWell, I uhhâŠ. I wanted⊠you and Iâve been kinda⊠going out for a whileâŠ.â
âYeah?â You ask, and with the way your eyes widen and jaw slacks slightly, you know what heâs going to ask.
And he knows youâre going to make him do it.
âAnd I really⊠really have enjoyed it.â He takes a deep breath, ânot sure why, but-â
âShut up,â you snicker.
âBut I kinda⊠want to do it. More. And⊠not let you do it with other people.â
âOkay,â you giggle.
âAnd Iâm told the only way to do that is to make you my girlfr-â
âYES!â You scream, wrapping your arms around him again, and when he makes a noise of protest, you grab the flowers to put them on the ground, hugging him again tightly.
Tightly enough his organs hurt and his breath canât get into his body, but this feels so right, so good and so comforting that heâd let you do it forever. He kisses your head and cradles it, letting the bag rest against your back.
âI canât believe you went through all this trouble for me,â you murmur against him.
He chuckles, âdonât thank me too much yet. We still need to find vases for all of these because Iâll be damned if I let my kind gesture die within twelve hours.â
âI donât even know if I own a vase.â
He stiffens, and you snicker in his grip.
âWell then I hope your donât like your kitchen sink too much.â
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hi honey bun! i was just having a thought about someone coming home after a night out, a little drunk and sleepy, just crawling into bed with the reader? n maybe trying not to wake her w cuddling and such? đ„ș im so indecisive and couldnât choose between peter or one/poly marauders, but please also feel free to disregard if itâs not the one for you! kisses xx
Sirius tries to tell them to be quiet, but James is so drunk heâs going to wake up amnesiac and Remus isnât far behind him. Sirius has a kinder buzz, opening and then closing the door for his idiots begrudgingly. âShush. Youâll wake her.âÂ
âShe should be awake I miss her so much Iâm gonna throw up,â James says, all in one breath.Â
âThat might be the Guinness,â Remus laughs. His cheeks have gone pink. Sirius thinks itâs the cutest Remus has ever looked, and he gives him an affectionate smile thatâs returned tenfold.Â
âBe quiet,â Sirius says. A yawn comes suddenly. âGo sit down and have some toast or something.âÂ
âI definitely will throw up then,â James groans, bending over in the middle of the hallway.Â
Remus, despite being similarly belligerent, starts doting on him. âYou okay?â he asks, bending down with a similar sigh of pain. âCome on. Iâll make you aâ a glass of water.âÂ
Sirius has spent the night with them, so he loves them, but he misses you too much to stay. He chucks his shoes vaguely in the direction of the shelf and starts up stairs. The walls move under his hand and the bedroom door proves hard to open, but he sees you and forgets that heâs drunk. Youâre laying on your side curled into a pillow, arm curled around, one leg sticking out of the quilt.Â
Sirius pulls the blanket back gently, remembers heâs wearing jeans, changes out of the jeans, and slides into bed in front of you. He slowly, slowly, pulls the pillow from your arms, wrapping his arm under yours and behind your back, the other just shy of your face. Beautiful girl, he thinks, a little woozy from having suddenly changed directions.Â
You mumble and hug him weakly, fingertips tickling his side.Â
âFor fuckâs sake!â James says somewhere downstairs. âWhat is this?âÂ
âWater, Jamie,â Remus says, quieter. âYou canât have anything else, donât beââ A sound and a laugh. âNo, kissing me wonât change my mind.â More laughing.Â
Sirius tugs your hand up to smile into your palm.Â
âHome?â you mumble.Â
âMm,â he hums, eyes closed and heavy but his arm awake behind your back, pulling you closer to his front. âI told them to be quiet⊠didnât listen.â
âYouâŠâ youâre still stuck in the throes of sleep, and forget youâre talking. Sirius laughs a huff and you blink. âOkay?âÂ
âYeah. Everything was okay. Next time Iâll stay home with you,â he promises, rubbing his nose into your cheek.Â
âI liked being alone for a bit, but⊠missed you in the end.âÂ
Footsteps start up the stairs. âSorry for waking you up,â Sirius says.Â
âSâokay. Make them be nice to me.âÂ
Thatâs easy. As the door begins to open, Sirius pulls you right into his chest, as close as you can possibly be, and shushes you gently. Remusâ laughing swiftly ends, and James says, âOh no, whatâs wrong?â in his softest tone.Â
James climbs over the bed still in his shoes. Remus grabs him before they can touch the sheets and takes them off, and then James crawls up behind you and hugs you, Siriusâ arms included. âHi⊠my angel.âÂ
You ignore him with a disgruntled whine.Â
âSorry we were so loud.âÂ
You whine again.Â
âDo you want Remus instead?âÂ
âNo. I donât not want Remus,â you clarify. âIâm not mad at you. Stay here.âÂ
Remus falls rather drunkenly in behind Sirius, forcing everyone to move over. You look for him in the tangle of arms and blankets, everyone Sirius loves rammed into one bed and exhausted.Â
âIs anyone in the mood for a kiss?â James asks.
âToo tired,â you mumble.Â
âToo far away. Make it up to you in the morning,â Remus says into Sirius's shoulder. Sirius is having a hard time following the conversation, distracted by the smell of your perfume and all the skin pressed to his.Â
James sighs forlornly. âFine.â A pause. âSirius?âÂ
He snores.Â
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