#that little smile she made knowing he is not mad at her

[nonranghaes]

at least once a week, you and seungcheol didn't see each other for most of the day. neither of you spent the majority of the work week with each other as it was, but you'd been up front with him when the two of you started getting serious: you loved him, but you needed one day to just hang out with friends. being burned in the past before made you a little too acutely aware of when you were starting to pull away, and you didn't want any of your friends (single or not) to feel that same burn of feeling abandoned. so thus began your weekly day-away-from-each-other. he'd go out with his friends for a while, you'd go out with yours, and you'd reconnect at the end of the night.

you're sitting between his legs in the tub, washing your hair as you fill him in on all the drama he'd get to hear sooner or later. the suds from your shampoo drip down the back of your neck, down the sides of your face. "it's just a mess, y'know? i kinda hate that she's come down to an ultimatum, but i think it's because she knows the answer."

"ultimatums are rough," he mumbles. when you glance back, his head is resting against the edge of the tub, his eyes shut. "do you think she'll break up with him?"

"oh, definitely." you shift, the water rippling around you, and turn to face him. "she's younger than us. we tried to talk her out of it and told her she should just end things, but she said it was a last-ditch effort to see if he'd get his shit together." with a long sigh, you leaned forward, resting your head on his chest. "god, i'm glad i'm done with that shit."

he chuckles, already wrapping an arm around you. "mm... dating is hard. sometimes i hear my friends talk about their troubles, and i'm just glad we're past the dramatic part."

you scoff. "you say that like we fight."

"we fight!" he huffs. "we're both too stubborn not to."

maybe that was true, just a little bit. but you were good at handling it now: one of you always walked away so the two of you could cool off. and when you were ready, you'd talk it out. sometimes that was ten, thirty minutes, other times it was hours later. but your fights never lasted longer than a day, not really. let's not go to bed mad at each other, okay? was what seungcheol said to you once. the two of you have lived by that since. sometimes you think you love his maturity more than anything, even if he does pout at you over the silliest thing. he's your silly, sweet, intelligent man.

you just lean in and kiss him now, drawing back after a few seconds. he smiles a little, eyes twinkling as he watches you.

"what was that for?"

"i love you," you say, voice a little softer. "that's all."

seungcheol leans in, kissing you tenderly, smiling hard enough that you can see his dimples when he pulls away. "i love you, too."

[itneverendshere]

okay we know rafes help reader in situations like with electricity and no car and such. but maybe it’s the first time where he knows he’s in love with her and she’s the one for him, where she doesn’t go to him for any help. and it’s maybe like not having enough money to buy groceries for herself, or how she walks to work still bc she can’t afford gas. and he gets so mad, and she thinks it’s an inconvenience to him. but it’s actually because rafe will always be there for her, and no matter what the problem is , he can fix it just for her

you got me overnight - r.c

pairing: rafe x pogue!reader(bartender!reader universe) warnings: first fight and confession 🫂

Rafe knew convincing you he was worth a shot was the easiest part of your relationship.

You were absolutely perfect, made to be his. He could picture you right now, the way you’d smile at his stupid jokes, the warmth of your hand in his, or how you’d send him those random "good morning" texts that hit him like a gut punch every time. You were everything. It wasn’t just the way you looked, although that obviously had him floored, but the way you thought about things, the way you cared about people. It was all of it. You gave a shit.

That was something new for him.

He never thought he’d get someone like you, someone who made him want to be better. It was months later, and he was hooked.

Totally gone. You were the real deal for him. Every time his phone buzzed with your name on the screen, it hit him in the chest. Hard.

So when you dropped it on him, casually, that you were walking to work because you didn’t have the gas money while he’d been away on a family holiday, it set off something inside him.

You said it like it was no big deal, like it was just another part of your day. He was losing it. The idea of you walking to work, sweating it out while he was chilling on vacation, made him feel sick. He couldn’t wrap his head around it.

Rafe’s jaw clenched. He didn’t understand why you didn’t tell him earlier, didn’t ask for help. Why didn’t you call him? He could’ve handled it in a second, no problem. You didn’t need to be doing stuff like that. 

“You’ve been walking to work?”

“Yeah… it’s fine. It’s not far,” you replied, brushing it off like it was nothing.

But it wasn’t nothing. Not to him. He knew how far your walk was.

He knew it wasn’t just around the corner. And you didn’t have to be doing this. Even if he hadn’t been there for the past week to give you a ride as he usually did, he could’ve taken care of it even if he was miles away. He was always here for you, even if he wasn’t physically there.

Rafe gripped the counter tighter, trying to keep his frustration under control, for your sake. “Why didn’t you say anything? You didn’t tell me you were low on gas.”

You gave a little shrug, as if that was the end of the conversation.

“Didn’t wanna bother you. It’s not your problem.”

Didn’t wanna bother him? Not his problem? You were his problem, the best kind of problem, and he couldn’t understand why you thought you had to handle everything by yourself. It pissed him off—not at you, but at the fact that you were doing this, struggling in silence. It was like you didn’t trust him to be there for you. 

You didn’t trust him enough to lean on him when you needed something.

“What do you mean it’s not my problem?” His voice came out harsher than what he'd hoped for, and you froze, eyes wide.

“Whoa. Chill,” you said, holding your hands up defensively. “I didn’t think you’d get so worked up about it. I can handle it.”

But that wasn’t the point. You shouldn’t have to handle it. Not when you had him. You were supposed to lean on him, to come to him when things like this came up. 

That’s what being together meant.

It was crazy to him. Every part of him wanted to protect you, to make sure you didn’t have to deal with anything like this on your own. The thought of you walking to work—tired, probably stressed out—while he was away doing nothing important...he hated it.

"You don’t have to handle it, though," he argued, voice softer now but still frustrated “That’s the thing. You don’t get it, do you? I want to help. I need to help. When you're struggling, that's my problem too. I wanna be there for you. Always.”

You looked at him like he was overreacting like he was making something out of nothing. “Baby, it’s not that serious. It’s just a couple of walks. You’re acting like I was in danger or something.”

He ran a hand through his hair, trying to calm down, but it wasn’t working. "It's not about the fucking walks. It's the fact that you didn’t even think to tell me. Like I wouldn’t care.”

You sighed, rubbing your temples like you were tired of this conversation already. “I didn’t wanna bother you. You were on vacation. I didn’t want to stress you out over something so small.”

He didn’t know why it pissed him off so much, but it did. It was gnawing at him like a splinter under his skin, “You’re serious? You didn’t think it was worth mentioning?” 

You shifted on your feet, already defensive. “I don’t know. I didn’t think it was that big of a deal. I figured I’d just handle it.”

“That’s exactly the problem!” he snapped, stepping closer to you, his hand gesturing wildly. “You figured you’d handle it? What the fuck? Why would you think I wouldn’t want to know about something like this?”

“Because it’s stupid gas money, Rafe!” you fired back, your frustration bubbling to the surface now. “I didn’t wanna bother you with something so small! You were gone, and I didn’t want to make it a whole fucking thing.”

He could hear the irritation in your voice, but it just made him angrier.

You thought you were protecting him from being “bothered,” but all it did was make him feel like you didn’t need him. Like you didn’t think he could help, or worse, like you didn’t want him to.

“Small? Are you fucking kiddin’ me? You walked to work for how many days, in the heat, probably tired as fuck, and you think that’s small?” His voice was rising, and he hated that he couldn’t control it, but he was too worked up now. “It’s not about the gas money. It’s the fact that you didn’t tell me. You kept it to yourself, like I’m just some fucking dude who’s not in your life like that.”

You crossed your arms, your own frustration clear. “Rafe, you’re blowing this way out of proportion. I didn’t need to tell you because I can take care of myself. I’m not helpless.”

“That’s not what this is about!” he nearly shouted, the words tumbling out before he could stop them. “This isn’t about you being helpless or not! It’s about you letting me be there for you, letting me help you when things get tough. Shit. That’s what this is, what we are. You don’t fucking get it.”

“I do fucking get it, Rafe!” you snapped back, stepping closer to him, your eyes burning with misplaced anger. “But I don’t need to run to you every time something goes wrong. I’m not gonna fall apart because of a few days without a car.”

He was grinding his teeth now, trying to keep his composure but failing miserably. “It’s not about falling apart. It’s about the fact that you didn’t even think to lean on me! You didn’t trust me enough to just call and say, ‘Hey baby, I’m low on gas. Can you help?’ You shouldn’t have to figure it out on your own.”

You threw your hands up, exasperated. “I did figure it out! I walked. It wasn’t some huge disaster. I made it work.”

“But you shouldn’t have had to!” he yelled, his voice echoing in the kitchen. “Why can’t you get that? You don’t have to handle shit like this alone! I want to be there for you. I need to be there for you. Don’t you get that?”

You flinched at the volume of his voice, but you didn’t back down.

“You’re acting like I don’t care about us because I didn’t ask you to bail me out. I care, Rafe. But I can deal with things on my own, too. I’m not just gonna dump every little problem on you like it’s your job to fix everything.”

Rafe shook his head, running his hands through his hair for the millionth time, pacing now because he couldn’t stand still. “It is my job, though. That’s the whole fucking point. I’m supposed to be the one you come to when things go wrong sweets, big or small. I’m supposed to be the one who makes your life easier, not the guy you hide stuff from.”

You let out a frustrated laugh, disbelief coloring your tone. “Hide? Seriously? You think I’m hiding things from you? It was gas money, Rafe, not some deep, dark secret.”

“It feels like it, though!” he shot back, voice cracking slightly, betraying the emotion he’d been holding back. “It feels like you don’t trust me. Like I’m not… like I’m not enough for you to depend on.”

You went silent at that, your arms dropping to your sides as you stared at him, the tension between you thick and heavy. “That’s not fair,” you said quietly, shaking your head. “You know that’s not true.”

“Do I?” his voice cracked slightly, “Because it doesn’t feel like it. I’m out here thinking I’m the one who’s supposed to have your back, but you’re just out there, dealing with stuff alone. It makes me feel like… I don’t know. Like I’m not even part of your life like that.”

“That’s not what this is,” you said, stepping toward him now, the fight draining out of your voice. “I didn’t ask you because I didn’t want you to worry. Not because I don’t trust you. I thought I was helping by not making you deal with it.”

He let out a bitter laugh. “Helping? You think it helps me to know you’re struggling and didn’t say anything? That’s not helping. Shit, that’s torture, baby. I’d rather know and fix it than find out after and feel like an idiot because I wasn’t there.”

You sighed, rubbing your face with both hands, exhaustion settling in. “Rafe, I didn’t mean to make you feel like that. I didn’t think it was that serious.”

“It’s serious to me,” he said, his voice almost a whisper now, the anger ebbing away, leaving only the hurt behind. “Because I love you. And when you love someone, you don’t want them to handle things alone. You want to be there. Always.”

You froze, eyes wide as you stared at him. What? He hadn’t planned to say it like this, not in the middle of a fight, but there it was—out there and real.

“I love you,” he repeated, quieter this time. “And I need you to understand that means I’m here. For all of it. No matter how small it seems.”

He said it. He loved you. Maybe it wasn’t the best timing, but at least it was out of his chest. This man who had always been so intense, so fiercely protective, was looking at you like you held his entire world in your hands. And you did.

He loved you. That word—love—felt huge, almost too much. But it was what you had felt for him too. It was why you held back from asking for help, not because you didn’t trust him, but because you didn’t want to burden him with every little problem. You thought you were protecting him. Now, standing there, you realized maybe you’d gotten it wrong.

“You l-love me?”

“Yeah. I thought that was obvious by now.”

“Rafe…” you started, but he shook his head, his jaw clenched like he was bracing himself for rejection.

“It’s fine,” he mumbled, turning away, his hand running through his face. “You don’t have to say anything. I just—I just needed you to know.”

“No.” You stepped forward, reaching for his hand before he could pull completely away. “No, you don’t get to do that. You don’t get to just say it and walk away like I’m not standing right here.”

His gaze shot back to yours, confused and a little bit guarded, like he wasn’t sure what to expect.

“I love you too,” you said, the words feeling right as soon as they left your lips. You squeezed his hand, needing him to feel it. “I love you, okay? I didn’t ask for help because I didn’t want to drag you into my mess. I thought I was being strong, handling things on my own. I never wanted you to feel like I didn’t need you. I do need you,” you continued, stepping closer, your voice trembling slightly. “And I know now that I should’ve just called. That I should’ve let you help me, because that’s what we do. We’re a team. I just didn’t want to be a burden.”

Rafe let out a shaky breath, his shoulders sagging as if the weight of the world had just been lifted off him. He pulled you into his arms, holding you tight against his chest, his grip almost desperate. You melted into him, burying your face in the crook of his neck, feeling the calming thrum of his heartbeat.

“You’re not a burden,” he whispered, his voice hoarse. “You’ll never be a burden. I just—I need you to let me be there for you. I don’t care what it is. Big or small, I wanna know. I wanna help.”

You nodded against his chest, breathing in his familiar scent, letting the warmth of his skin calm you.

“Okay. I promise.”

He pulled back slightly, just enough to look at you, his thumb brushing lightly against your cheek. There was something in his eyes now that hadn’t been there before—relief, maybe, but more than that. Love. He felt you relax against him, your body molding into his.

“Say it again,” he murmured, a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth.

You chuckled softly, your hand resting on his chest, feeling the rapid beat of his heart under your palm. “I love you, Rafe.”

He leaned down, pressing his forehead against yours. “I need you to get something,” he said softly, his voice much calmer now “When I say I love you, I’m not just saying it. I mean it. Like… for real. I’m in this, all the way.”

You blinked up at him, your eyes wide “I—” you started, but he shook his head, cutting you off gently.

“No, listen,” he interrupted, “I’ve never felt like this before. You’re everything. And I love you for it. I love every single part of you.”

He felt his chest tighten as he said it, like the words were coming from somewhere so deep inside him that he hadn’t even realized they were there until now. But they were, and they were real. He didn’t just love you—he needed you. He wasn’t sure if you’d even processed it yet. Then, slowly, you grinned, your eyes glistening just a little. 

 “This just… it feels so big. Holy shit, bigger than anything I’ve ever felt.”

“That’s because it is big,” Rafe said, his voice dropping to a whisper as he pressed his forehead against yours again. “It’s the biggest thing in the world to me. You are.”

Your breath hitched, and he could feel you trembling slightly in his arms. You reached up, cupping his face with your hands, and for the first time since the fight started, Rafe felt like you were really seeing him. Not just in that moment, but all of him—the guy who was scared out of his mind at how much he needed you, but who was willing to do anything to keep you close.

“I love you too,” you said it again, your voice shaking a little as you said it. “I’m sorry.”

 “We’re in this together,” he kissed your knuckles, his own fingers gently brushing through your hair. “No more going through stuff alone. Not you, not me. We’ve got each other now.”

You smiled, and Rafe felt like he could breathe again, really breathe, for the first time all night. “Deal,” you whispered.

And right there, he knew that everything was going to be okay.

Because you weren’t just someone he loved—you were his person. 

[geotjwrs]

Hey there so I want to request a jenna ortega x male reader who is her childhood friend, jenna has a crush on him, and drops a lot of hints, but he is oblivious as he doesn't believe jenna would do be in love with him

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Pairings ; Jenna Ortega x Male!Reader

Warning/s ; none

Jenna laughed as she wiped the flour off her hands, glancing at Y/N, who was kneading dough at the kitchen counter. They were spending a Saturday afternoon doing something that had become a tradition between them—baking. Ever since they were kids, Jenna and Y/N had these little moments together. Over the years, their friendship grew stronger, yet one thing remained unchanged: Y/N was oblivious to Jenna’s feelings, even though she had been dropping hints for what felt like forever.

“Jenna, you’re gonna get flour everywhere,” Y/N teased, flicking some flour in her direction.

“I’m already covered in it, what’s a little more?” she giggled, her eyes lighting up as she watched him laugh in return. She loved seeing that smile. It made her heart race every time, but she played it off like it was just part of their usual banter.

“So, are you ever going to admit that I’m better at this than you?” Y/N smirked, his hands skillfully shaping the dough.

“Ha! As if!” Jenna rolled her eyes, stepping closer to him. “I taught you everything you know, remember?”

“Well, that’s true…” Y/N said with a grin, focusing on the dough. He didn’t notice how Jenna stood right next to him, her face mere inches away. She stared at him, biting her lip slightly, waiting for him to look up, hoping for just a moment where he might notice the way she looked at him. But he didn’t.

“Ugh, you’re so dense,” she muttered under her breath, turning away before he could hear her.

“What?” Y/N asked, confused. He raised an eyebrow and looked over at her, but she was already busy with something else. Jenna shook her head, brushing off her frustration. She could never stay mad at him for long. Not when she knew he wasn’t doing it on purpose.

Still, she had been waiting for years. Ever since they were kids running around on the playground, Jenna had known there was something different about Y/N. He wasn’t just her best friend; he was the person she wanted to spend every moment with, and as they grew older, those feelings only deepened. But no matter how many times she hinted, he never seemed to pick up on it.

They spent the rest of the afternoon baking cookies, sharing jokes and stories from their childhood. It was comfortable, like always, and that was part of the problem. Jenna didn’t want to ruin what they had, but the longer she waited, the harder it became to hide how she felt.

Later that evening, they sat on the couch, a movie playing in the background, though neither of them was really watching it. Jenna leaned her head on Y/N’s shoulder, feeling the warmth of his body next to hers. She had done this before, but tonight, it felt different. There was a nervous energy in her, like she was waiting for something to happen.

“Y/N…” she started, her voice soft.

“Yeah?” he replied, glancing down at her with a smile.

“Do you ever… I don’t know, think about what it’d be like if things were different?” Jenna asked, her heart racing in her chest.

“Different how?” Y/N asked, clearly not understanding what she was getting at.

Jenna sighed, sitting up and pulling her knees to her chest. She stared at the TV, though her mind was racing with thoughts of how to phrase it. How could she get through to him without just flat-out confessing?

“Like, if we weren’t just friends?” she said, her voice quieter now, almost afraid of what he might say.

Y/N chuckled softly, shaking his head. “I mean, you’re my best friend, Jenna. I can’t imagine us being anything else.”

Ouch.

Jenna forced a smile, even though that response felt like a punch to the gut. She had expected it, but it still hurt. She nodded, pretending like she was okay with it, but inside, her heart was breaking a little.

“Right… best friends,” she echoed, feeling the weight of those words sink in.

Y/N seemed to notice something in her tone and frowned. “Hey, are you okay? You seem… off.”

Jenna shook her head quickly, not wanting to make things awkward. “No, no, I’m fine. Just… tired, I guess.”

“Okay…” Y/N said, though he still looked concerned.

The rest of the night was quieter than usual. Jenna couldn’t shake the disappointment that settled in her chest. She had been so close to telling him how she really felt, but once again, he didn’t pick up on her hint. Why was he so clueless?

A few days later, Jenna found herself scrolling through her phone, lying on her bed. She was still thinking about that conversation, replaying it over and over in her head. Should she have been more direct? Maybe if she just came right out and said it, things would be different.

A notification popped up on her screen. It was Y/N.

Y/N: Hey, you busy?

Jenna bit her lip, staring at the message. She could feel her heart rate increase just at the sight of his name.

Jenna: Not really. What’s up?

Y/N: Wanna hang out? I was thinking we could grab dinner.

Jenna hesitated. Normally, she’d jump at the chance to spend time with him, but after everything that had happened, she wasn’t sure if she could handle another night of subtle hints and missed opportunities. Still, she couldn’t say no to him.

Jenna: Sure. What time?

Later that evening, they sat across from each other in a cozy little diner, the sound of clinking glasses and murmured conversations filling the air. Y/N was telling her about something funny that happened at work, but Jenna wasn’t really listening. She was too busy thinking about how she could finally break through that thick skull of his.

“Jenna? You okay?” Y/N asked, snapping her out of her thoughts.

“Huh? Oh, yeah. Sorry, I was just… thinking,” she replied, playing with the straw in her drink.

“About what?” he asked, leaning forward with that curious expression she knew so well.

Jenna took a deep breath. This was it. She had to say something. She couldn’t keep waiting for him to figure it out on his own.

“Y/N, have you ever wondered why I’ve been dropping all these hints lately?” she asked, her voice steady but her heart racing.

Y/N frowned, clearly confused. “Hints? What do you mean?”

Jenna sighed, resisting the urge to roll her eyes. Of course, he didn’t know. He never did. But this time, she wasn’t going to let him off the hook so easily.

“All the times I’ve said things like ‘what if we weren’t just friends’ or leaned on you a little longer than normal? The way I always want to spend time with you? Y/N, I’ve been trying to tell you something, but you’re so… dense,” Jenna said, her frustration bubbling to the surface.

Y/N blinked, processing her words. “Wait… are you saying…?”

Jenna groaned, burying her face in her hands. “Yes! Y/N, I like you. I’ve liked you for a long time. But you never seem to notice.”

The silence that followed was deafening. Jenna peeked through her fingers, seeing the shock on Y/N’s face. For a moment, she regretted saying anything. What if she had just ruined everything?

“You… like me?” Y/N asked, his voice soft, almost disbelieving.

“Yes, Y/N. I’ve liked you for years, and I’ve been dropping hints, but you never picked up on them,” Jenna said, feeling a mix of relief and anxiety.

Y/N stared at her, still processing everything. Jenna could see the wheels turning in his head as he thought back to all the moments they’d shared over the years. Slowly, realization dawned on his face.

“I… I didn’t know,” he said quietly, looking down at his hands. “I didn’t think someone like you would feel that way about me.”

Jenna’s heart softened at his words. She reached across the table, taking his hand in hers. “Y/N, you’re my best friend. Of course, I feel that way about you. I’ve been waiting for you to realize it.”

Y/N looked up at her, his expression softening. “I’m sorry, Jenna. I didn’t mean to be so clueless. I just… never thought you’d see me that way.”

Jenna smiled, squeezing his hand gently. “Well, now you know. So… what do you think?”

Y/N smiled back, his thumb brushing over her hand. “I think… I’m the luckiest guy in the world.”

Jenna’s heart skipped a beat at his words, and for the first time in what felt like forever, she finally felt like everything was falling into place.

They walked back to Jenna’s place, hand in hand, the cool evening breeze brushing against their skin. For once, there were no missed hints, no awkward silences. Just the two of them, together, finally on the same page.

As they stood outside her door, Jenna turned to Y/N, a soft smile on her lips. “I guess I’ll see you tomorrow?”

Y/N grinned, stepping closer to her. “Yeah. But first…”

Before she could say anything, Y/N leaned down, pressing his lips to hers in a soft, gentle kiss. It was everything Jenna had been waiting for, and more.

When they finally pulled apart, Jenna couldn’t help but laugh. “Took you long enough.”

Y/N chuckled, his arms still around her. “Better late than never, right?”

Jenna smiled, resting her head against his chest. “Yeah. Better late than never.”

Finally, after all the hints and missed opportunities, they had found their way to each other. And this time, there was no going back.

[citrusbatsandhoneybees]

~Kissing Memories~

Lucifer Morningstar X Fem! Reader

A/N: Had to write these little kiss ideas somehow, and this is the product! He deserves them all! Hope you enjoy! <3

Synopsis: Brief looks into your relationship with Lucifer Morningstar through your kisses.

Content Warnings: Swearing, not explicit, Implied Smut, 18+, MDNI

Divider Source: Cafekitsune

A Kiss Against the Knuckles:

You were a brand-new sinner to the hotel, and almost brand-new to the environment of hell, so being in this violent environment was a little frazzling to say the least. To your surprise though the princess of what was supposed to be an agonizing, torturous wasteland was.. sweet? Charlie had offered you place to stay, and was roaming with you across the lobby, introducing you to the residents of the grand hotel she owned. This was when her father took notice of you from across the crimson room. Your demeanor immediately ran him to the conclusion that you were brand new to this place, but there was also a different energy about you. One that planted a seed of curiosity, he had to know more about you, so when you and his daughter slowly approached him, Charlie’s rambles on the hotel blurred over in his mind as he looked over you. However, that eventually worked against him as he was shot out of his thoughts with the sound of your voiced name and the sight of your hand being lent out to him to shake. He glanced up to you in a small panic, but despite this, this was when you watched as the King of Hell took your hand in his and brought it closer to his face to press his lips against the soft skin of your fingers. 

“Lucifer Morningstar, pleasure to be meeting you…” 

A Cheek Kiss:

You and Lucifer had grown close over your time at the hotel. He had become a guide to your experiences in hell, and almost a close friend to you through his constant kindness and sense of humor that was endearing to you. However you had to emphasize the word ‘almost’ because despite the fact that you two held all the requirements that you considered to be a close friend to him, there was a wall of anticipation between the two of you. An array from the “royal” kiss to your hand, when you first met, to all the small, constant, “nonchalant” touches, between the two you built up a bridge brick by brick that neither of you dared to cross, despite the other resident’s protests and urges to finally advance your relationship. 

On one of the mornings of your residency of the Hazbin Hotel, you were up early in the tiled kitchen surrounded by a wafting sweet aroma and the warm melodic sounds of Lucifer’s voice as you kept him company sat at the counter as usual. He leisurely stood at the stove flipping over another one of his buttery flapjacks as he continued to sing lowly in the comfortable atmosphere that you sat in, without the need for any words between the two of you. However, in spite of the atmosphere, you sat, stuck in your own head filled with wandering thoughts as you continued to watch him. You were almost certain that your friends at the hotel had just filled your mind with foolish ideas to keep themselves amused and your own delusions alive, but the more you watched him the more you wanted them to be right. The more you wanted to see if this relationship meant more to him than you thought too. The king that reigned over your thoughts turned around from the stove to place the plate of steaming hot cakes onto the counter just across from you, and looked towards you with a smile that just made your heart melt. Without much thought you stood from across the island’s stool, walked over to his side of the counter, and assisted in arranging the plates for the residents of the hotel as you had routinely done in the past, but this morning the close proximity between the two of you drove you mad. You had to know what you meant to him, and if it didn’t work out… maybe you could play it off. 

“Thank you for breakfast Lucifer..”

You spoke quietly and took a few of the dishes in your grasp to bring to the awaiting residents; Then forced yourself to swallow back your nerves, and hastily leaned towards him to aim for the rosy part of his cheek. Although this moment only could have lasted no more than a few seconds, your adored the rewards of your efforts as you felt your heart skip several beats from the way his soft skin briefly touched the surface of your lips before you quickly made your escape out of the kitchen. 

A First Kiss:

 It had been seven long, lonely, and agonizing years since Lucifer had actually pursued anything romantic, so he was noticeably very antsy and hesitant with his touches throughout your first date together. Despite this, the two of you enjoyed a very lovely, romantic candlelit dinner he reserved for the two of you. Even the view was incredible as it overlooked and gave a clear view of his wide spanning “kingdom”. Luckily you were very patient with him, but he yearned to do something, anything throughout the dinner, and criticized himself for being unable to do so. If it wasn’t for the brief kiss you had set on his cheek, he wouldn’t have had the courage to ask you out on this date in the first place, so he felt he should give you the same courtesy, be a little fearless, and do something. He watched you for a little longer as you stared off the patio for a few moments and down at the glimmer lights of the city. The way they lights lit up your eyes and the way your outfit fit you perfectly, forced his heart into a break-neck pace, but he forced himself to try to shake it off as he threw a few large bills, that were way over the amount he needed to pay, onto the table and stood from his chair. Lucifer quickly walked past his chair and the table towards you to lend his hand towards you. 

“Ready to go Sweetheart?” 

You agreed and took his hand walking out the restaurant with him back towards the hotel you both called home. The crisp hot air and loud ambiance of the passing clubs that accompanied your walk, hand in hand, with Lucifer couldn’t drown out the tension he felt as his mind wandered over all the possible things he could be doing wrong. Despite this he couldn’t help but glance towards you as you continued your trek back, and his heart only stuttered again as he was able to truly admire how gorgeous he thought you are. You were a lot closer together then, and he could pick up on details that quickly rooted their way into his heart: like how the city’s lighting bounced off your skin, the small rise and fall of your chest, and the way your hair laid perfectly down from your head. He let out a heavy breath as he tried to calm his racing heart, and the rest of the walk flew by. It wasn’t long till you were back and walking down the scarlet hall that held the door to your room. The tension in his chest grew tighter and tighter as you came to a full stop at your door. His mind was screaming at him, this was the moment, he knew he couldn’t mess this up, he wouldn’t be able to sleep that night if he did. He wouldn’t allow himself to chicken out. The clicks of your doorknob resonated across the hall as you turned the handle, revealed your room, and turned back to him to say goodbye, but just as your gaze was back onto him, you were surprised by the sudden feeling of his soft lips against yours. The surprise didn’t matter for very long though as you melted and relaxed into his given affection, feeling the sparks and shockwaves that flew from the contact between the two of you. The kiss was perfect but brief as he pulled away with a breathless expression, and you gave each other soft smiles. 

“Goodnight hun..”

“Goodnight Lucifer..”

A Giggly Kiss:

After a long day of working around the hotel that day you returned to your room, and just as you reached the right position you practically collapsed down onto the floor to set against the side of your bed with an exhausted sigh. You leaned back, slowly relaxing against the cool floorboards that laid beneath you and the plush comforter that sat just behind you. Just as you were about to let out another heavy breath a ringing, cheerful voice came through, muffled from the door. 

“Hellooo~ May I come in Sweetheart?” 

You felt like your bones weighed like tons as Lucifer asked for your welcome, and only responded with a quiet agreement, allowing him to come into your room by his own permission. You heard the creaking of your door as he opened it himself, and stepped in. He walked past the soft rug on your floor, and you heard a thud as he plopped down onto the comforter of your bed to peer over and look down at your tired, slumped over figure. 

“Long day..?” 

You nodded and hummed softly as you stretched and popped your sore shoulders against the surface of the side of your bed. Lucifer’s own mind grew slightly concerned seeing how the fatigue weighed on your facial features. From that moment on he was dead set on soothing you in the ways he knew he could. 

“Alright then.. How about you let me pamper you tonight? Bubble bath, massage, movies, cuddles, the works.” 

Just as you were about to protest, and explain how he didn’t have to, he interrupted you and pressed a gentle kiss to the side of your head. 

“Mmm just let me do this for you hun.. You deserve it.”

A warm feeling flooded your chest as you felt the love from his offered services, and his soft affection. Then watched as he leaned further over the bed to press a few more affectionate kisses to your forehead as he held your chin and turned your gaze to him. 

“Y’know....If you’re really that worried.. Maybe you could repay me with a real kiss?” 

A light giggle escaped your lips as you watched his eyebrows wiggle to emphasize his question, and you leaned forward to hold him and press a gentle kiss to his lips. 

A Hot and Desperate Kiss:  

You and Lucifer sat in the back of a dimly lit limo on the way back after another very sweet date he had planned for the two of you, and it was clear he was anxiously waiting for your arrival back home. The weight of red fabric you had gifted to him only moments before, stayed tightly packed into his suit pocket, and it felt as if it could rival the weight of a hundred tons as it served as a constant reminder against him, that you were almost bare, just for him. He could just reach over…. Trail a hand up your thigh, an-.... He cut himself out of his treacherous thoughts, as he was determined to reap the rewards of your challenge, but here you were, sat just beside him, shoulder to shoulder, as his dark scaly tail coiled further around your waist to keep you close. The drive continued to drag agonizingly on and on the longer he had to wait for the oncoming stop. You, however, were in better spirits. The funny feeling of amusement only seemed to spill more and more into your chest as you watched the way he couldn’t even spare a glance towards you or even the way his leg bounced at a rapid pace anxiously just beside you. It wasn’t long till you knew that he was aware of the way you stared over at him because soon luminous golden blood started to trickle down the surface of his bottom lip as his sharp teeth started to dig into the soft skin. A quiet laugh rang through your vocal cords as you leaned in close and used your thumb to clean away the evidence of his clear eagerness. 

“.... getting impatient Luci~?” 

A heated shaky breath escaped his lips as he finally looked towards you, but the smirk that accompanied your own eager eyes was just enough to drive him over the edge. You could barely make out his muttered curses before, in mere seconds, he briefly shook his head as he took a strong hold of you before you could only see sudden flash of golden magic enclose around the two of you. Soon you were no longer in the back of his royal limo but instead back in the familiar hotel’s halls. It wasn’t long till the decorated lights of the crimson halls became a blur as Lucifer clutched onto you with an almost inhuman grip and practically flew you past the hotel’s doors towards room that he needed for the two of you to be in. He craved holding, feeling, hearing you; tasting you.. Eventually he reached just the door he wanted and fumbled with the handle for a moment before opening it and shoved you against the dark mahogany as it came back to a close. In an instant his hot hungry lips were sloppily pressed against yours he kept you pushed up against the door. The pressure from his lips was nearly bruising, as he continued to kiss you. Soon his teeth softly bit your supple bottom lip, causing your lips to part as a quiet gasp escaped you. Lucifer took the opportunity without any hesitancy to roll his split tongue into the opening and swirl it around yours. He continued to taste you, only separating from you as your lungs demanded a chance for oxygen and looked over your flushed expression as he took in the pause to share your heated breaths.

“F-ffuck.. Hun.. I need you so..so bad.. Could I-...?” 

A Morning Kiss: 

Soft morning light filtered through the feathers that were snugly tucked around the two of you as you held each other in a tight comforting embrace. Lucifer was awake in your arms for a long while now, but he wouldn’t dare move or frankly even breath wrong if it meant that you would start to stir from your sleepy state. He adored the way you looked as the new morning gave you a glow that he could only describe as heavenly. The more he stared the longer the list of countless reasons he adored being with you in this moment: the cute state of your now messy hair, the slow rise and fall of your chest, the peace in your expression, the tight hold you kept him in… The reasons went on and on. The smile that was painted across his face hadn’t dared to falter for even a moment as he continued to gaze down on you. Lucifer let out another soft exhale as he delicately brushed a few spare strands out of your face, but as he did so he felt his heart flutter from the way you started to adjust yourself in his hold. Your arms lightly squeezed him, and your eyes fluttered open to finally take in your first, and favorite, sight of the day. As you peered towards the man you held, your smile was quick to match his own, and Lucifer chuckled lowly as he watched you slowly blink the sleep out of your eyes before he leaned forward to press a long loving kiss to soft skin of your forehead. 

“Good morning Sweetheart.”

A Comforting Kiss: 

It was the end of a late movie night for the two of you, and your room was shrouded in darkness with only the flashing lights of your television lowly lighting the area. Your eyes remained rested on the screen across from your couch as your fingers continued to repeatedly rake through the blonde locks that laid against your fallen angel’s head. You felt the weight of Lucifer’s head settled against your lap with the rest of his body rested against the remaining length of the cushions, and you relaxed in your own spot against the armrest as the night continued until you felt him start to shift against you. You wouldn’t have put much mind to it, but soon his movements grew to become more restless. Your eyes peered down to Lucifer, and pang of concern struck your heart as you watched him continued to shift against you. His expression seemed almost pained with furrowed brows and now hurried breath. Only seconds later Lucifer woke and sat up with a heaving chest and a single tear rolling down his pale cheek. Without any hesitation you were at his side taking his hand in yours as you advanced to help calm his anxious breath, and heart. 

“Luci, hold on follow me okay..?”

Lucifer eyes were back on you in an instant, and he followed your instruction. With each breath he was able to slowly ground himself in the space and reality he was actually in, and as more seconds passed by his heart rate was able to slow as he fluttered his eyes close. After a few more moments, his grip loosened on your hand, and you lifted your free hand to rub off the spare tears that ran down his cheeks during his panicked state. Instinctively he leaned into your touch, and his heavy tired eyes opened once again.

“I’m sorry about that hun.” 

The way his voice came out quiet and weak, pulled and put a strain on your heart strings, but you were quick to shake your head and wipe away any weight of guilt off of him. 

“No.. please don’t apologize Lucifer” 

A weak smile pulled at Lucifer’s lips as he nods and exhales a heavy weary sigh; He squeezed your hand gently again and leans his side against yours, taking comfort in your accepting and loving touch. Your thumb took its time, slowly rubbing over the shape of his knuckles repeatedly as you kept him company. 

“Would you like to talk about it..?” 

He took in a long deep breath as his eyes lingers on your linked hands, and spoke in a hushed tone as the pain from the reminder festered in his mind. 

“.....Just old memories hun.. Could we just… sit a little while..?” 

You watched his gaze finally left from your hands to give you a pleading expression that just emanated fatigue. You knew it wasn’t right to push him further in that moment. It was only right for him to share whenever he was the most comfortable to and it wouldn’t be at that late hour. 

“Of course Lucifer..”

Lucifer’s tired smile grew a little as he felt you hold him close to your side. Your warm embrace shooed away his anxieties in an instant; it was all he wanted and needed. He soon realized, if he could choose anywhere to be for the rest of eternity it would be in your arms and the cherry on top was the feeling of your delicate kiss to the corner of his forehead, allowing his eyelids the chance to relax and close for the rest of the night. 

“I’ll be here.. Just rest.” 

A Tender Kiss: 

You and Lucifer sat together in the quiet and comfortable atmosphere of Lucifer’s workshop only lit by the few warm-tinted lamps that sat across the room. The only sounds that filled the quiet ambiance of the night was the soft hums falling past your lips and the quiet clicks of Lucifer’s tools he used on the project he held in his dark hands. As the two of you worked together on your own respective projects you sat almost shoulder to shoulder, with every “accidental” touch between the two of you feeling warm and electric. After a long while, Lucifer’s eyes roamed away from the rubber duck he held, taking a small break, to peer over at what you were working on. As he caught sight of the work in progress his lips turned upwards to a soft smile, and his heart gained the summery, familiar sense of pride knowing he was sitting with and dating someone like you. His eyes turned up from the work in progress to admire its beautiful creator, and felt his heartbeat increase to accompany the fluttering in his chest he always felt when he stared at you. Watching the focus and spirit in your eyes only made the heated feeling in his heart grow. The longer he gazed at you the easier it was for his heart to be set on leaning in closer and closer. Then suddenly your focus was broken, as Lucifer’s warm and gentle touch was set across the bottom of your jaw and he guided your eyes back onto him. He leaned in even closer and watched as your eyes naturally closed as they had done several times before, and pressed a tender and slow kiss against your lips. In this quiet affectionate moment between the two of you, he knew for sure he had to speak, and a low whisper finally escaped as the kiss was broken. 

“I love you..” 

A Kiss of New Beginnings:

The night had gone exactly as Lucifer had planned, you adored his gift, it fit you flawlessly, dinner was delicious, as he knew it would be, and the ambiance of the hotel rooftop was romantic in every way he wanted, but there was one issue: that damned velvet box sitting in his coat pocket. He already knew what he wanted to say, Lucifer had practiced it for hours upon hours in the mirror the night before and even the next morning, but as he finally sat across the candle lit table the words seemed to be imprisoned in the back of his mind. The gorgeous small smiles you would give him as you sipped your drink, your laugh that always sent his mind in a frenzy, each brief touch you gave him throughout the night, all of it clutched to his heart in a way that prompted his voice to evaporate into thin air at the worst times possible. Each time he thought he had gathered enough courage to finally get down on one knee, you just had to do something that would churn his mind to mush. Even knowing Charlie, and your other shared dear friends were also just around the corner didn’t do him any favors. However, time was ticking, dessert was already here and the two of you were sharing your final bites, but here he was still stalling as he anxiously scolded himself for not just biting the bullet and pulling out the box. The pressure continued to build and build as the dinner came to an end, and it wasn’t long till you were looking to him expectantly. 

“Ready to turn in for the night?” 

Lucifer swallowed painfully and felt the burdensome weight of stares on the back of his head, as he made eye contact with you. 

“A-actually.. Um no we have one more thing tonight sweetheart….” 

He stood from his chair, in a bit of a hurried manner, before he could make his way towards you. Lucifer could feel the tense anticipation thicken the air with every step he took, but as he offered his hand to you to stand he could practically hear the groan from the residents of the hotel. However despite the disappointment he knew the others felt, he took a hold of your hand and helped you out of your seat. A few seconds later his crimson and white feathers unfolded from his back as he lead you towards the edge of the roof. 

“Just one more spot tonight hun..”

He watched as your head nodded, you wrapped your arms around his neck like you had done a hundred times before, and he carefully picked you up. His wings swung downwards and propelled the two of you into the air in one fell swoop. Although the night hadn’t gone exactly as he wanted, he had one more chance, and he would rather be double damned than not take it. As he took another deep inhale of hell’s hot air, his eyes turned down to stare down at hopefully his future fiance, but then came that onslaught of familiar warm fluttering in his chest. Your eyes shined with the city’s lights, and he couldn’t help but remember the first time he admired you staring off on your shared first date. The reminder of the night pulled a smile from the corners of his lips, the two of you had come so far since that night together, and he knew he wanted to continue the rest of his eternity with you. 

Eventually his wings flapped and you two made a safe landing under the shelter of hellish vermillion trees. Your feet settled against the grass as you regained your balance, but then butterflies filled your chest as you looked towards the scene he had prepared for you. Fairy lights were threaded through the branches of the crimson trees that surrounded you, and in the field ahead there were glimmering orbs of golden magic that illuminated and floated around a large plaid blanket laid carefully in the grass, with sprinkled flower petals fallen all across it. The two of you took a few steps onwards into the clearing, and your eyes remained captured by the sight of the roaming orbs of light. Lucifer couldn’t help the love that continued to flourish in his heart as he watched you admire and toy with his magic while the two of you continued your trek. Then he found what he needed; he saw the opportunity to finally at least start to speak right in front of him as you were slightly distracted. As soon as the realization came over him, it seemed liked the words just started to tumble out of him.

“Sweetheart…. I-.. I just want to say that I’m so incredibly happy to be with you.. I just love you so much, and I don’t think those words can even truly encapsulate the way I feel about you.” 

Lucifer’s steps slowed along with yours as the two pairs of feet finally hit the soft, patterned fabric below you, and he lead you to sit comfortably across. Then his small speech continued. 

“I-.. I’ve been thinking over our relationship together lately.. And I can’t help but be reminded exactly why I love you so much with every memory that comes up. The spark I sensed from you when I first saw you, your ambition and kindness even when we were just friends, the way my heart races just from looking at you, your playful and albeit teasing nature, how you can make me feel utterly at peace just by holding me close, and god sweetheart… just by being you.” 

Lucifer’s head tilts downwards as he takes your hand in his, and lets out a shaky breath as he feels his heart pound against his chest.

“I just.. I’ve realized.. When I look to the future I only ever see you in it, and I don’t ever want this to end… I’m.. um…” 

Lucifer paused and peers back up to you as he feels your soft hand squeeze his, only to find a loving expression painted across your face as a joyful tear runs down your cheek. He returns your warm smile with his own as he takes a deep breath and continues. 

“I’m..hoping you feel the same way.. A-and that maybe..” 

He shakily removes his hand from yours to retrieve the dreaded velvet box, and fumbles it open to display the shining personalized ring he made for you. 

“You’ll do me the honor of marrying me..?” 

Without any hesitation, you bounded forward, wrapping your arms around the devil’s neck before capturing his lips in the most tender kiss you could give, hoping to translate all of your devotion through the affection you were giving. A huge wave of relief cleaned all the anxiousness from his heart as he was wrapped in your arms once again, and Lucifer returned the kiss with the same amount of passion. It was as if the two of you were kissing for the first time again, as continuous sparks seemed to fly from the loving contact you shared. Mutual continuous tears flowed down your cheeks, as you continued to kiss, but eventually the passionate moment came to an end as you slowly pulled away, and felt his forehead lean against yours. Then started to share the little oxygen that fell between the two of you. 

“Yes Lucifer.. Yes..”

[forhappysake]

Fluffy Surprise

Author's Note: Not proofread and the first fic I've written in like six months so read if you dareeee

Summary: Reader decides to give Spencer a present when he returns to their new home.

Warnings: People with cat allergies, beware! (?) Fluff ofc.

You moved into the new house two weeks ago.  Technically, you moved all your stuff into the new house two weeks ago. In boxes. Lots and lots of heavy boxes.

Spencer had come up with a system, labeling each box with the room it would go into at the new house. You had worked together to pack everything, label each box, and unload the boxes into your new home. 

And it seemed like the moment he set the last box down and you were ready to start setting the place up, his phone rang. 

Spencer had been gone for one week. 

The case was halfway across the country, somewhere in Santa Fe. You couldn’t exactly be mad at him for being gone, but unpacking and trying to organize everything without his input was a nightmare. You were finishing the last box in your shared bedroom, carefully placing his clothes on wooden hangers and organizing them in the closet, when your phone rang. 

Spencer’s name lit up the screen. You answered quickly. 

“Hi, Spence,” you said, plopping down on the freshly made bed.

You could tell how tired he was from the long pause he took before responding. “Hey, honey. How’s the unpacking?” he asked with a small sigh. 

You frowned to yourself, worried about how tired he sounded. “Oh, it’s alright. I’d like you to look through all the rooms when you get home, just to make sure everything is where it should be.” You let out a soft laugh, “I also had a hard time hanging up all the pictures and paintings without you, so we may have to straighten some of them up when you get back.” 

Another pause followed, though this time you could envision him nodding to himself. “We can do that,” he said. “I’m sorry you had to do it all by yourself. I promise I’ll find a way to make it up to you.” 

You rolled your eyes. “It was fine, Spencer. Besides, I’m pretty sure chasing a serial killer or something gives you an excuse.” 

He sighed on the other end of the line. “That’s what I wanted to talk about. We caught the unsub this evening. I’m hoping to be home late this evening, but it probably won’t be until after you go to bed.”

You smiled, content with the thought of him coming home to your freshly decorated home. “Oh, I’ll be staying up. I want to see your reaction to the place.”

“Alright,” he said, clearly too tired to urge you to go to bed instead with a list of facts about the health benefits of a good night’s sleep. 

You sighed. “As much as I'd love to stay and chat, I’ve got about fifteen more boxes to go.” 

“I understand. I should probably get some work done, too. Files, reports, you know how it is,” his voice was barely a whisper now, the exhaustion beginning to get the better of him. 

“Don’t work too hard, Spence,” you cautioned. “I’ll see you tomorrow night. I love you.”

“I won’t. I love you too,” he answered. The end of his line promptly went dead.

You looked around the bedroom, discarding your phone on the bed. You couldn’t help but wonder if there was something you could do to make Spencer’s return home a bit more special. 

You sat up and leaned over, furrowing your brow and resting your head in the palm of your hand as you tried to think of things Spencer liked. Of course, Spencer liked a lot of things. He liked sweet coffee, puzzles, and a classic novel in some foreign language you couldn’t comprehend. 

None of those things were overly special, in your mind. As you sat and wracked your brain, a thought finally came to you. 

One month ago, walking by a local cat cafe, Spencer spotted the most beautiful calico. She had fluffy hair, one black ear, one orange. Her little paws were white and she was so well mannered. Spencer and yourself had gone in immediately and he had spent your time inside doting on the calico, whose name, you learned, was Calypso. 

You bolted up from the bed and out into the living room, finding your purse sitting among the unpacked boxes. You shot out to the car, and without a second thought, drove the ten minutes to the cat cafe. 

You said a silent prayer that the cat was still available as you pulled into a parking space across the street. As if on cue, you looked up to see the same cat lounging lazily in the window sill, green eyes poised on you. 

The adoption process was quick, quicker than you anticipated. Fifty dollars later, you were on the road with Calypso in the passenger seat, sitting demurely in the carrier the shelter had provided you with to take her home in. 

On the way home you had to stop at PetSmart to pick up a litter box, a few toys, and a scratching post with the hope that your new furry friend would not decimate your new furniture. Calypso remained in the carrier, watching quietly from the shopping cart as you agonized over which treats to get. 

Soon enough, you were on your way home. The moment you walked through the front door, you set the carrier down and allowed Calypso to wander free. She was tentative at first, gently sniffing the floor and getting the feel for her new surroundings. However, after ten minutes, she perched herself on the kitchen counter, looking quite like the queen of her own castle. 

You took this chance to open her new toys and scatter them about the house, as well as find a secluded corner for her litterbox.

For the rest of the day, the cat watched you unpack boxes. Beady green eyes noting your movements until you disappeared from her sight. Occasionally, if you left the room for too long, you would turn to find that she had followed you. In these moments, you would stop to offer her a gentle petting and giggle as she flopped down on the floor, furry belly up to the sky. 

It was six hours after his phone call that Spencer arrived at home. 

2:19 a.m. was the time on your watch when you heard the lock turn and rose to greet him at the door. Calypso, seated in the corner of the room on a side table, perked her ears up at the new noise coming from the entrance. 

Spencer locked the door behind him and turned to face you, reaching out and pulling you in for a long hug. 

You rubbed your hands up and down his back. “Are you happy to be home?” you asked, your voice muffled by his shoulder. 

“You have no idea,” he said. He pulled away only to examine the living room. Spencer nodded in approval. “It looks really good in here. You did a great job.”

You smiled warmly, nerves settling in your stomach as you realized he’d not yet noticed the cat in the corner of the room, who was still watching him with suspicious eyes. 

“Spencer, I have to tell you something,” you said, wanting to explain yourself for doing something as impulsive as adopting a cat while he was away. 

His face suddenly became very serious. “What is it? Did something happen while I was gone? Are you alright?” 

The questions came quickly and you shook your head to reassure him. “No, Spencer, it’s nothing bad. Here, come look.” You grabbed his hand and pulled him forward until the two of you were standing behind your couch in the middle of the living room. 

“Look around,” you said. 

Spencer’s tired eyes traversed the room. You watched as they landed on paintings, the television, the clock, and nearly everything but the cat who sat entirely still in the corner. 

“I don’t understand,” he said, brow furrowed. “Did you make some major change I don’t know about? If you did, I’m sure that it’s f-”

At that moment Calypso jumped off the side table. The soft thump that accompanied her landing on the floor was enough to stop Spencer in his tracks. Finally, you watched as the feline caught his eye. 

“You didn’t,” Spencer said, his voice barely above a whisper. His reaction wasn’t telling you much, and you were afraid that he was not pleased. 

You started trying to explain yourself. “Well, I knew that you had a long week. I wanted to do something special. I know how much you enjoyed spending time with her at the cafe and now that we have the space I figured…”

You trailed off. In the time you had spoken, Calypso had crossed the room, climbed the couch, and began butting her head up against Spencer’s hand. Panic was setting in. Why wasn’t he reacting? 

Just when you were about to push him to say something, you looked up to see a large grin plastered on his face. Spencer gently wrapped his arms around the cat and picked her up, holding her close and petting in between her ears. 

“This is the most thoughtful present ever. I love her,” he said. His excitement reminded you of a little child and pulled at your heartstrings in a way that could have made you cry. 

You sighed in relief. “I’m so glad.” 

With Calypso still draped over one arm, Spencer reached out for you, pulling you to his side. He planted a soft kiss on the top of your head. “Thank you so much. I love her. I love you,” he said, smile still evident on his face. 

“I love you too,” you said, turning to face Calypso, who looked all too content to be wrapped up in Spencer’s arms. 

“I think she’s trying to steal my man,” you joked, nudging Spencer on the side. 

Spencer laughed. “I don’t think you have to worry too much about that. My heart has room for two lovely ladies.”

[elysiaheaven]

𝐇𝐞 𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐝 𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐢𝐬-𝟒-𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗙𝗼𝘅'𝘀 𝗪𝗲𝗱𝗱𝗶𝗻𝗴- 𝗝𝗶𝗮𝗼𝗾𝗶𝘂 𝘅 𝗙.𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿

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While you floated beside Jiaoqiu, your ethereal presence a constant reminder of the peril he had unknowingly dragged himself into.

You were silent for a while, letting the distance between you and the others grow just enough before you made your move. Your eyes glinted with mischief as you suddenly floated closer to Jiaoqiu, your fingers ghosting over his arm before you started creeping along his hands, your touch unnervingly soft. He shuddered under your fingertips, feeling the unnatural cold of your presence.

"You never answered my question..." you whispered, your voice dripping with a flirtatious tone that sent shivers down his spine. You leaned in, brushing your lips near his ear as you spoke. "Why did you save me, Jiaoqiu? You could've left me to the curse, to the statues. Yet, here I am, free... and married to you."

Your hands slid up his arms, fingers trailing over his shoulders as you circled around him, playful but ominous. "Come on... you *know* the truth." Your lips curled into a sly smile, and your eyes darkened as you leaned closer. "Tell me, darling, was it because Of little Mozey?"

Jiaoqiu swallowed hard, his heart pounding in his chest as you haunted him, each word feeling like a hook digging deeper into his mind. He couldn't shake you—your presence was everywhere, suffocating him with your teasing flirtations and dark insinuations.

Feixiao and Moze turned slightly, noticing how close you were to Jiaoqiu, their expressions shifting into something cautious.

Feixiao raised an eyebrow, clearly trying to figure out your dynamic. "I was surprised when I heard you got married from Baliu..." Feixiao's tone was neutral, but his sharp gaze missed nothing.

You turned your head slightly, giving them a knowing smile, but your attention never really left Jiaoqiu. They couldn't hear the secret conversation between you two, the sinister undertones of your haunting voice, the way your hands crept around him like a shadow that wouldn't leave.

But Jiaoqiu knew. He felt it in every breath, every beat of his heart. He knew what you were saying wasn't just harmless flirting.

It was a threat wrapped in seduction.

You leaned even closer, your lips brushing the skin near his neck, sending chills down his spine. "Tell them, Jiaoqiu," you whispered softly, almost mockingly. "Tell them what *really* happened. Tell them how you saved me... and doomed yourself."

Jiaoqiu's hands clenched into fists, his pulse racing, but he couldn't speak. His throat felt tight, words failing him. You were too close, too overwhelming. He wanted to shake you off, to push you away, but fear and uncertainty rooted him in place.

You laughed softly, the sound echoing in his ears like a melody designed to drive him mad. "You'll break eventually," you murmured, almost too quietly for him to hear. "And when you do, darling... I'll be right here."

"Well, Since you two are whispering so sweetly me and Moze will walk forward." Feixiao turned her heel with a smirk thinking she was teasing Jiaqoiu

His gaze was intense, and as he looked up at you, a flicker of resolve passed through his eyes. You could see the struggle within him, the conflict between his fear and his determination.

"Red strings," you murmured softly, letting the words slip from your lips like a whisper. "They bind us together, you know."

Jiaoqiu's eyes met yours, and for a moment, silence fell between you two. His expression was a mask of cold resolve, though the flicker of pain and desperation was evident in his eyes. Without warning, he closed the gap between you, his lips crashing against yours in a desperate, forceful kiss.

"Be quiet," he said, his voice low and urgent against your lips. "It won't take a second for me to expose you, to tell everyone what you really are."

His kiss was fierce, almost violent, but it held an undercurrent of something deeper, a twisted mixture of anger and sorrow. When he pulled back, his eyes were steely, filled with a chilling hatred.

"You deserve to die," he said coldly, his voice like ice. "You are a monster."

You giggled, the sound both innocent and sinister as it escaped your lips. "Oh, Jiaoqiu," you whispered, your voice dripping with amusement. "You think that's going to change anything?"

Without hesitation, you leaned in again, capturing his lips in another kiss. This one was softer, almost tender, as if to mock the bitterness of his words. You could feel his resistance, but he didn't pull away. Instead, he stood there, caught between the desire to fight and the undeniable pull you had over him.

When you finally broke the kiss, you looked at him with a playful smile. "It's cute," you said, "how much you hate me. It's almost endearing."

Jiaoqiu's face twisted with frustration and disgust, but you could see the resignation in his eyes. 

"Let me remind you," you said softly, your voice a seductive whisper, "no matter how much you hate me, you're bound to me now. If you try to run, You'll die!"

You floated away, the shadows of your smile lingered, leaving Jiaoqiu alone with his turbulent emotions.

You floated through the dimly lit place. The weight of your emotions pressed heavily on you as you reached a secluded corner where the air was thick with silence. Tears streamed down your face, a strange mix of sorrow and bitterness.

"You did it, Eiji!" you cried out, your voice echoing through the empty space. The words were directed at an unseen presence, a ghost of the past that you couldn't quite escape. "You made me into the villain!"

Your sobs were punctuated by a haunting, melancholic laughter. It was a bitter sound, filled with a sense of tragic irony. "You made me look like the monster, the one to be feared and despised. And all the while, I've been alone, suffering in a way that no one could ever understand."

You sank to your knees, the delicate folds of your kimono cascading around you. The tears continued to fall, mingling with your laughter as you looked up, your gaze unfocused and lost. "You turned me into this... this villainous spirit," you murmured, a hint of anguish in your voice. "You made me the scapegoat for all the wrongs that happened. And now, here I am, trapped in this role, abandoned by everyone."

The sorrow in your voice was genuine, a reflection of the pain you felt deep within. Despite the cruel smile you often wore, the reality of your situation was harsh and unforgiving. You were not just a villain, but a being cursed to wander alone, misunderstood and despised.

In the silence that followed, you composed yourself, wiping away your tears with a trembling hand. The sorrowful laugh faded, replaced by a quiet, resigned acceptance. You knew that the path you were on was one of solitude, a path you had been forced to walk. 

Standing up, you took a deep breath, your resolve hardening. "If I'm to be the villain," you said softly to the emptiness around you, "then I will embrace it fully. But remember, Eiji, it was you who created this fate for me. And now, I'll live it to the fullest, for better or worse."

As you prepared to face whatever lay ahead, the sorrow and bitterness in your heart remained, a constant reminder of the complexities of fate and the roles that you had been forced to play.

There's no point in telling what happened in the past, Will people even believe you?

Timeskip!

Feixiao looked at Jiaoqiu with a mix of concern and confusion as he handed her the bowl of soup made from the herb. The atmosphere was heavy with unspoken words, and the air seemed to crackle with tension.

Feixiao took a careful sip of the soup, her eyes narrowing slightly. "This herb... it came from the abandoned part of Luofu," she said, her voice calm but her gaze sharp. "Why would you go to such lengths to obtain it?"

Jiaoqiu, standing nearby, looked visibly broken. His shoulders were slumped, and his usually confident demeanor had crumbled. He took a deep breath, his eyes filled with a mixture of guilt and resignation.

"Because... because I had no choice," Jiaoqiu admitted, his voice trembling. "I had to do something for you, and to do that, I had to go to that place. Remember this herb will make your condition less problematic."

Feixiao's eyes widened in concern. "But what else happened there? What are you not telling me?"

Jiaoqiu's gaze fell to the floor. "I married someone," he said quietly. "Someone who... helped the Foxians enslaved by Borisin."

The revelation hit Feixiao like a thunderclap. Moze's expression hardened, his eyes narrowing with finally Jiaoqiu telling the truth, Feixiao looked at Jiaoqiu, her face a mask of disbelief and concern.

"You married her?" Feixiao asked, her voice barely above a whisper. "The one who helped enslave the Foxians?"

Jiaoqiu nodded slowly, his face etched with pain. "Yes. She's... she's the one who has caused so much suffering, and yet, I found myself bound to her by fate."

Moze stepped forward, his eyes cold and unyielding. he said sharply. "You should have known better. We need to deal with this—"

"No," Jiaoqiu interjected, his voice firm despite his distress. "I made the choice. I married her to save you, Moze. To save you, and now... I must deal with the consequences of my actions."

Feixiao's gaze softened slightly, though the worry in her eyes remained. "You've done everything you could, Jiaoqiu. But we need to address this situation carefully. We can't let the past mistakes dictate our future."

Jiaoqiu nodded, tears threatening to spill from his eyes. "I know. I just..."

Feixiao's eyes widened with fear and determination as she realized the full extent of the curse tied to Jiaoqiu's marriage. The curse not only bound Jiaoqiu but also threatened his life should anything happen to you.

"Jiaoqiu," Feixiao said urgently, "you can't tell anyone about this. We need to find a way to break the curse without revealing too much. For now, just focus on getting better."

Jiaoqiu, still reeling from the emotional toll, nodded, but his gaze was distant and pained. Feixiao took a deep breath and drank the soup, feeling its healing warmth spread through her. The soup seemed to take effect quickly, easing her discomfort.

Suddenly, you reappeared, your presence marked by an unsettling, ghostly aura. You floated in, a distorted smile stretching across your face like a doll's mask. Without a word, you wrapped your arms around Jiaoqiu from behind, your embrace cold and unnervingly tight.

Feixiao's face turned into a grimace of anger and fear. "Stay away from him!" she shouted. "Or I'll—"

"Or you'll what?" you cut her off with a laugh that sent shivers down everyone's spines. "You're forgetting something crucial. If anything happens to me, Jiaoqiu dies too."

Feixiao's expression hardened. "We'll help Jiaoqiu break free from this curse. We're not letting you win."

You gently kissed Jiaoqiu's foxian ear, causing it to twitch involuntarily at your touch. The tender gesture contrasted starkly with the menacing gleam in your eyes. As you floated toward Feixiao, your gaze was cold and unfeeling.

"All those pretty ears of yours," you said with a sinister edge, "don't always hear the truth. And now, I have something to achieve." Your voice was low and almost hypnotic. "I need to become human again. I'll do whatever it takes to make that happen."

You dragged Jiaoqiu closer to you, your grip firm and inescapable. "Twenty days," you declared, "that's all the time I need to reclaim my humanity. And in that time, I'll break him completely, if necessary. I suppose in the dream, you saw thirty days...Jiaoqiu..Nope, It's 20!"

Jiaoqiu's eyes filled with dread as he looked at you, understanding the gravity of your words.

"Well, after you become human, Will you leave him alone?"

"Maybe."

"I'll go to my house now..." Jiaoqiu cut off everyone.

"We'll come with you." Feixiao came forward with Moze too, You looked at them with cold eyes.

You all made your way back to Jiaoqiu's house, the atmosphere was thick with tension. Jiaoqiu walked ahead, his steps hesitant, weighed down by the knowledge of the curse and the creeping dread that you had invoked. But as you floated close behind him, your eyes were fixated on his delicate foxian ears.

You couldn't resist.

Hovering closer, you reached out with gentle fingers, lightly brushing the tip of one of his twitching ears. Jiaoqiu flinched, his body stiffening at the touch, but he didn't pull away. Your fingers played with the soft fur, a mischievous grin creeping across your lips. Each flick of his ear under your teasing touch sent shivers down his spine, though he tried his best to ignore it.

"You're so...adorable," you whispered, your voice dripping with both sweetness and danger, your breath brushing against the back of his neck. "How can I not want you?"

Jiaoqiu swallowed hard, his fists clenching by his sides. He was trying to keep his composure, but it was becoming harder with every playful touch.

"Stop," he muttered through gritted teeth, though the word held no power.

You leaned in closer, your lips grazing the edge of his ear. "But why should I stop?" you purred. "Aren't we bound together now? Doesn't that make you mine?"

Feixiao and Moze were ahead, oblivious to the torment you were putting Jiaoqiu through. With each teasing touch, each soft whisper, his resistance weakened.

"You're mine now, Jiaoqiu," you murmured, brushing your lips against the ear again. "You can't escape me. And I won't stop until you fully understand that."

His breathing became uneven, his mind fighting against the pull you had over him. He hated this, hated how you had tied his fate to yours, but the way your touch lingered on him... it was as if a part of him was slowly giving in.

They neared the house, you pulled back slightly, but not before running your fingers one last time over his sensitive ears, making sure he felt every lingering touch. Your smile was predatory, knowing you had an effect on him.

"Let's go inside," you said softly, a hint of laughter in your voice. "We have... so much to discuss, don't we?"

Jiaoqiu stayed silent, his mind racing with dread. You were relentless, and he knew that no matter how hard he tried, you weren't letting him go. 

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hey!! do you think wade would like princess and the frog (2009)? it's my all time fav movie and i absolutely love rewatching it every once in a while (when i start forgetting it again 'x3)

All of them absolutely LOVE this movie. This is an all ages kind of movie. He asks for it by name most times calling it "Princess Tia" or "The froggies"

Older wade is completely obsessed with the way Naveen flirts with her, stares at her, tries his best after getting to know her. He's pointed out the wedding scene SO many times to Logan that it started making him a little nervous. It's quite obvious what he wanted and he was in the part of their relationship where he was scared because the last time he had a wife she betrayed him and died. He doesn't want to feel like hes replacing her either so he just swallows and silently nods. "Y-yeah.. pretty, huh?" Wade will nod with the biggest smile "Mhm!!"

He loves everything about it! He loves how Tiana came from a poor household and yet was still so full of love (he wished he had that) he loves the princess aspects of it, all of it, he thinks lottie is funny, he likes the shadowman to the point Nessa's wade giggles when ever hes on screen, logan's wade loves Mama ooni even though she's kinda weird and blind but any blind character in his head is Al and it makes him so happy when she helps the frogs, He likes that Naveen would give up his royal life just to dance and play music, he LOVES Raymond's and Evangeline's parts, he knows shes the moon and sometimes after watching this, he'll stick half his body out the window to tell her (the moon) goodnight.

"Wolvie says it's bedtime. Night night Evangeline!"

"Get in here!! You're going to fall out the damn window!" (Which has happened before)

"Oh- I have to go. Kitty's mad at me again. Night night! Don't let the bed bugs bi-"

"WADE!"

"Bye!"

Its also a little uncomfortable for him to talk about their relationship while he was like this. It felt unfair and the idea of him being intimate with a kid who was clapping and giggling over Tia finally getting her business made him feel like Lottie in that one scene where shes dancing with Naveens younger brother. "How old are you again??" "Im 6!" "Ah-..."

[xxgoblin-dumplingxx]

I'm in severe pain cause of endometriosis right now, can we get more loganxwadexdisabled!reader :3

"Out fucking cold," Wade declared.

Logan grunted, nodding wordlessly. He knew that. He could hear the change in your breathing once the medication kicked in. And again when sleep finally won out.

"You okay, Peanut?"

"Sure. Just glad she's not fucking screaming anymore."

"Pretty sure the screaming was mostly frustration," Wade hummed. "I had days like that where I just wanted to scream because it fucking hurt and there was nothing I could do about it."

In the dark of the bedroom Logan readjusted to be able to see both of you. Wade had a hand in your hair still, watching you with an expression that was hard to read. "And she can't even remember not hurting like that- I don't think."

Logan put his hand on top of Wade's and Wade smiled wryly, "If she could fight we'd be fucked."

"Probably," Logan snorted.

"Looks like you get to be all big and bad and tell her boss she's staying home tomorrow-"

"Good luck with that."

Wade grinned, "I had to double her fucking dose. Tomorrow morning she won't even know what day of the week it is. We could tell her it's Saturday and she'd probably buy it as long as I make pancakes and no on turns on the news."

Logan huffed a laugh and laid his hand on your back when you stirred in your sleep, making a soft little whimper that made him wince. "She's gonna be pissed."

"But she'll feel better," Wade said confidently. "Naps, kisses, and having hunky guys at her beck and call? If that doesn't fix some shit I don't know what will."

"Not a goddamn nurse-"

"Me either, Logi-bear," Wade reminded, "But-" He looked down at your sleeping form meaningfully. "Who else is gonna do it?"

A soft growl was the only answer but, he knew that it was true. You needed rest. Bad pain days were exhausting. They'd both seen you come home looking dazed and drained- like it took all your mental energy just to deal with it. But it had never been LIKE THIS. You'd learned to manage.

But this scared him. Scared them both.

_______________

In the morning, when you did wake up, Logan peered around the bathroom door and watched you carefully.

You sat up slowly and had to get your bearings. Eyes are half-open and still red. And his chest hurt. He wondered how many mornings you'd had to do this alone.

"How do you feel?" he asked, wiping shaving cream off his face and coming over.

"Like I got hit by a truck," you rasp.

"How's the pain?"

"It's there," you tell him, starting to get out of bed. You have to move. Your head feels like it's full of cotton. Your mouth feels like you were licking bowling alley carpet. And You're starving. "But I gotta get ready and-"

"We called you in," Logan said.

"But I gotta work and I need to get my stuff done today so I can-"

"Your boss was more than willing to give you a day off," Logan said, waiting to catch you if you wavered as you tested your feet on the floor. "You over did it, yesterday, huh?"

"I was fucking mad. It's just so fucking stupid. Every fucking year-"

"Hey," he stopped you and tilted your chin up. Bending down to kiss you gently. "don't hurt yourself just to prove something."

"Pot-"

"It's different," he grumbled.

"It's really not. I just don't heal." You take a deep breath and haul yourself to your feet with a groan. He watched you go, making your way to the shower and frowned. But he let you go, keeping an ear out in case you needed help as he went out to find Wade.

"Mornin' Peanut," he said, "How's our patient?"

"Getting a shower," he said frowning as he poured a cup of coffee.

"Someone's been dick slapped with some reality this morning," Wade said kissing his head, " 'S'matter, Logi-bear? Did our girlfriend just remind you-"

"Shut up," Logan growled. It was different. No one expected you to do all that shit. Sure you COULD. You weren't helpless. Or as fragile as he thought when he first met you. But- it was different.

"That's a yes," Wade hummed, kissing his head.

He growled and Wade huffed a laugh; both of them paused for a moment when there was a clatter from the bathroom and Logan half shrugged, "Shampoo bottle."

Wade nodded and carried on, putting food on the table; fussing with details. Making sure that there were pancakes with hearts on them for you and grumpy faces for Logan.

You come out in fresh pajamas and Wade bounds over, tilting your chin up and kissing your face, "She lives!" he declared. "And she looks like heaven."

"I feel like death warmed over."

"Well you'll feel better with pancakes," he said, "and hot chocolate."

"I'm gonna go into a sugar coma," you tell him, pulling him down to kiss him.

"You can't be in a coma," Wade said, "we're educating Logan on pop culture today. And you have a full day of pampering ahead of you-"

"Wade I'll be okay I just need-'

"Ah-ah-ah," he said, guiding you to the table. "This is for us," he explained. "We're traumatized. And now you just gotta let us get it out of our system. And I prefer to do it by making sure you're spoiled. Logan would probably fight your spine if he could figure out a way to do it."

[ultimate-shipper-trash-blog]

Substitute Teacher Steve Au

Delilah felt nervous. She ran into her little brother Paul in the hall because neither of them were looking in the correct direction...too nervous.

She hurried into her English class and grabbed her seat. The class's energy was off the charts. Everyone was chatting and gossiping.

"-sub! Can you believe THE St-"

"I just don't understand? Arent they fam-"

Uh oh. She thinks she understands now and pulls out her flip phone to type out a quick text to Paul to warn him. It's too late. He already texted her first.

"Code purple"

"Fuck."

"Language B!"

"Shit."

He laughs as he walks into the classroom. Someone slaps her shoulder as if they're trying to tell her "Hey! He looked in your direction!!!!"

Sitting on her teacher's desk is retired pop icon Steve Harrington. He lights up when he sees her looking at him and waves to her. He's waving so fast his hand is a blur.

"Del what the hell is happening?" Mandy, her best friend is looking at her expectantly.

"I-"

"Ok class! Attendance time!!"

'Adams'

'Andrews'

'Chase'

'Finch'

"Henderson!"

"..."

"C'mom B," he looks at her disappointed.

"Here," she grumbles.

A girl in the back raises her hand.

"Can this wait until after the attendance is taken?"

"Unfortunately not Mr. Harrington I just have to know, how do you know Delilah? Why do you call her B? I mean out of everyone we were not expecting you to be here for her." She says the last part kind of like a sneer.

Delilah knew she wasn't the most popular but she made a choice to stay out of the spotlight.

"Well...student-"

"Sam."

"Sam, I'm not here for Delilah."

Gasps went around the room.

"I'm also here for Paul!" His famous bright smile is shining bright. "He's getting his braces off today! Isn't that exciting! Gosh I remember when his dad got his off. Brings a tear to my eye."

Delilah sinks lower into her seat.

"As for the nickname-"

She shoots up, ramrod straight.

"Um Uncle Steve you don't really have to-"

"Now B it's nothing to be embarrassed about. When Del's mom was pregnant with Paul we told her that she wouldn't be the baby anymore. She was so frustrated that was the only name she responded to for six months!"

Sam pipes up again, "so B is short for-"

"Baby." Snickers went around the room. Delilah groans. "Obviously we couldn't go around calling her baby that's weird. So we shortened it, nickname. It also helps because she's baby Henderson, helps to distinguish the difference between them all."

Steve gives her a soft smile, like he's still imagining her as a toddler.

"As most of you may know I retired about five years ago along with my boyfriend." (Gay marriage was not legal yet but she's working on it.)

Josh's hand shoots up. "Your boyfriend famous metal musician Eddie Munson?"

"Yes student in the back, we decided it was time to retire and enjoy our time together. Then I got bored. I was always planning on being a teacher if music didn't work out so I became a sub. We have a house here to see the kids and I knew I wanted my first assignment to be one where I could see my favorite Hendersons."

Ok she can't be mad at him. She loves him so much and he obviously is just doing what he can to be closer to her.

"Uncle Steve-"

Uncle is whispered around the room.

"I appreciate you coming here but-"

"Henderson I'd appreciate it if you stayed after school to help me grade papers. I can give you a ride home. Uncle Eds is taking Paul to the orthodontist now so you don't have to worry about driving him."

Conveniently, beeping was heard outside along with the sound of a motor like an engine revving. The students all ran to the window to see what was going on and were shown Paul with his head down running to the convertible.

Poor kid. Everyone would be talking about this for at least a week.

Paul looked over at the window along with Eddie, when he saw Steve he blew him a kiss. As soon as Paul was buckled up he sped off.

Steve sighed wistfully and then headed back to the desk.

"Alright everyone! Let's learn!"

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Big Boy

Quackity X Streamer!Female Reader

🍡 - flirty/extra flirty

Authors Note: Hello hello my Angels, I know I promised the Jin fic soon buuuuuut Q posted this photo and everyone, including myself, went wild over it! So I just had to make a fic about it! I have decided to make a new fic category just for this one, flirty/extra flirty! This fic will also play off of the other fics I made about him! I hope you guys can enjoy this as much as I enjoyed writing it!<3

Warnings: Lanai attempts to get reader canceled:( , Reader is called “hermosa” and “amor”, wee bit of cussing fr this time

Triggers: None as far as I am aware!

You had really come to know Alex over the past few months. Him becoming one of your best friends, especially after it came out that your best friend Lenai had been spreading lies about you. She had gone to Alex first, expecting him to believe her, but that was a big mistake. As soon as he noticed the negative way she was speaking, he hopped on call with you while also helping notify your fans of the girl's lies.

Nightly calls were almost a daily thing between you two, as well as constant facetimes during yours and his visits to the gym. His hat was always left on, despite feeling just a little extra hot, he wasn’t quite ready to show you yet. You fully understood considering you used to hide your face from everyone. 

The closer you got, the more you wanted to visit him. You were bringing much more in than you expected from streaming, so a plane ticket wouldn’t be a problem. You wanted it to be a surprise to Alex though, knowing that would make it more fun. Alex had often talked about you guys meeting in real life, and how exciting it would be. It was decided, you would be booking a flight to see him. You already knew where he lived, having reached out to karl to help you with the surprise. Making him swear he wouldn’t tell alex you were going to see him. The plane ticket was much easier to get than you expected, and packing was done in a matter of hours.

The nerves set in that night after you had finished packing. It was clear to you and the fans that you had a bit of a thing for Alex, and getting to meet him was making you nervous. You always wondered if you should tell him how you felt but was always too scared to let it slip out to him. You had come so close to saying it a few days ago but it just got stuck in your throat.

You hardly slept the night, and as much as you hoped you would sleep on the plane, you didn’t. You were too nervous and excited at the same time. Feeling bad when you had to decline a facetime from alex while you were on the plane, not wanting to spoil the surprise. Though you answered him as soon as you were off the plane and in a taxi. “ hermosa, why didn’t you answer any of my calls before? I thought you were mad at me! “, “ im sorrrryyyy, I was taking a long nap, I’m in a taxi now though “,  “ a taxi? Where are you going, hermosa? “,  smiling to yourself, knowing in just a short while he will know where you are.

That came sooner than you expected though. Getting out of the taxi and making sure the camera is angled directly at your face so he can’t see where you are. “ im just visiting a friend nearby. Hold on just one sec, alex. “. knocking very gently on his door and looking to the camera, nerves setting back in when you see him leave his room. “ someones here, but I didn’t order any pizza. if I die, it was the hut, hermosa. “, unable to hold back a giggle. Looking to the door when it opens and smiling brightly at the boy in front of you. “ guess now you know which friend I’m visiting, huh? “. He didn’t respond at first, probably still trying to process it. Just as you didn’t process what he was doing until you were lifted up into a tight hug.

Smiling brightly as you hugged back. Not even letting go when you were set down. His arms were wrapped to tight around your waist, if you were a balloon you probably would’ve popped by now. You didn’t mind it though, you felt safe in his arms. Your nerves being shooed away with one little hug. “ how the fuck did you manage to surprise me so well, hermosa “ ,  “ you know I like to keep you on your toes, ‘lex “. Smiling again when he lets out a light laugh at your response. 

“ come in, come in, sorry it might be kind of a mess “, Alex spoke as he gathered your bags and carried them inside for you. Only then did you realize just how big he had gotten in the muscle category. Eyes staring at his muscles as they flexed with each movement. “ alex, when the hell did you manage to grow those? “, unable to hold your filter. 

Listening to him laugh again before he flexed his arms to show off for you. “ are you checking me out, amor? “. That was new, he had never called you that before, and it was obvious to him you knew what it meant considering the blush coming to your cheeks. “ now don’t get too ahead of yourself, cowboy, you were the one purposely checking me out on call just five minutes ago “.

“ Did you expect me not too? You look really beautiful in that dress “. That was also new. Alex was constantly teasing you, but the tone in his voice was different now. It sounded so serious and dripped with confidence in how he felt. You found it hard to hold eye contact wit him now. Not even five minutes into the meet up, and alex already had you red.

“ Lets be honest, Amor, surely you didn’t expect me to hold back just because you’d turn all red and yell at me. You being here just means I can let it all out, times ten. “. His smile had you wobbly in the legs, there was something so different about seeing it in person compared to facetime.

Only now did you realize this visit was going to be a lot more different than you expected. 

Alex was going to be the death of you.

Authors ending note; So who else got butterflies reading that? I got jittery and I’m the one writing it! I feel like I’m slowly beginning to get better at portraying him, and thats probably because I study the way a lot of people write him while also paying extra attention to how he is in streams/videos. Perhaps soon we will get a confession, and possibly a hair reveal? Who knowssss, guess you guys will have to just stick around for the next one! Also who else lost their mind over that photo he dropped last night? I’m in the whatsapp and as soon as he sent it, twitter was going absolutely chaotic[myself included]! If you guys wanna follow me on social media, my X is @/f_fuyuma! Until next time, My Angels 🫶

[httpsdana]

i see that my xavi girls are reuniting here 👀. Can you please do prompt 49? please and thanks you for feeding us WE WERE STARVING 🙏🙏

Missing Dessert~Xavi Simons

*Pictures are from Pinterest*

I didn't know y'all Xavi girlies were suffering this much 😭🙏🏻 I've got more for him to write. dw babes I'll always be feeding you 🙏🏻

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master list -> part 2

players/drivers I write for

49-"How is my gorgeous girlfriend doing today ?" "What did you do?"

y/n walk into the apartment, the quiet hum of her day still buzzing in her head, and before she can even set her bag down, she heard Xavi's voice.

"How is my gorgeous girlfriend doing today?" he asks, leaning casually against the kitchen doorway, a grin playing on his lips.

Immediately, her eyes narrow in suspicion. Xavi is always sweet, but this? This was a little too smooth. She crossed her arms, tilting her head at him.

"What did you do?" she asked, raising her eyebrow in suspicion

He laughs, the sound easy and carefree, but there’s a glint in his eyes that only made her more certain something’s up.

"Why do you always assume I’ve done something?" he said, a small smirk on his face

"You don’t just call me 'gorgeous' like that out of nowhere unless you’re up to something," she said, waiting for him to confess.

Xavi pushes off the doorway and steps closer, pulling her into a gentle hug.

"Maybe I just missed you." he mumbled into her neck, his arms tightening around her waist

She still didn't buy it.

"Xavi," she warned, but there’s already a smile breaking through her serious expression.

He lets out a dramatic sigh, pressing a kiss to her forehead.

"Fine, I may have...accidentally eaten the dessert you were saving in the fridge." he confessed, a tiny smile on his lips

y/n lets out a groan, laughing despite being disappointed.

"I knew it!" she said, making him laugh.

Her expression changed into a fake angry one, making Xavi pout at her.

"aww are you mad at me?" he said in a playful voice, his arms reaching down to her hips to pull her closer to him.

She refused to look at him, her face turning to look at the wall.

He chuckled, his fingers grabbing her chin and making her look at him. She refused to break her serious face, making him look at her in more adoration.

"you're really mad aren't you?" he teased, his eyes shining with a glint of love and affection.

She hums, biting the bottom of her lip to stop herself from smile because of the way Xavi was looking at her.

Xavi chuckled, leaning down to press his lips on hers. As soon as their lips touched, she broke from her character, her hands reaching up to the back of his neck, pulling him closer.

They pulled away breathless, their foreheads resting against each other.

"I'm still mad at you" she mumbled, her breath still heavy from the kiss they had shared

"are you now?" he joked, making her hum.

"I'll get you whatever dessert you want. as long as you don't stay mad at me" he pulled away, his smile widening as her face lit up.

"any dessert?" she asked again, making sure he wasn't messing with her.

He laughed slighty, nodding his head as he waited for her to speak.

"you're gonna regret giving me the choice to choose dessert. cause it's not gonna be only one thing" she said, a teasing glint in her eyes.

Xavi groaned, although the smile on his face said something different.

He ended up buying half of the patisserie's desserts so his girlfriend isn't mad at him anymore.

[itneverendshere]

pogue reader getting sick but she can’t call out, but rafes fr mad at you about it

don't want less, don't want more - r.c

pairing: rafe x pogue!reader (bartender!reader universe)

changed it a bit just bc i want to show reader's progress regarding her hyper-independence, they're already dating and past the "i love you" phase, i felt like some progress had to be made by this point, especially bc this is after their big fight in this. hope you enjoy <3

The floor beneath you feels like it's tilting, moving under your feet like a boat rocking on rough water. You blink a couple of times, hoping that’ll shake the haze taking over your vision, but it doesn’t do much. 

The bar lights over your head are too bright, and the music thumping from the speakers makes your head feel like it’s trapped in a vice. The clink of glass, every laugh, every order shouted at you feels like a hammer driving nails straight into your skull.

You swallow hard, trying not to gag. Your throat’s raw, and your chest feels tight, but you’re powering through it because you don’t have much of a choice. Not a choice at all.

"Whiskey sour, extra sour!" some country club douchebag yells from the other side of the bar.

His voice is like nails on a chalkboard. You force a smile and nod, reaching for the bottle, but your hands are shaky. You catch yourself on the edge of the bar before you can drop it.

This morning, you could barely get out of bed. Fever burning through you like you were standing too close to a bonfire, throat too sore to talk, and your head pounding so hard you thought you were going to pass out just brushing your teeth. 

You tried calling in. Tried. Told your manager, Greg, that you were sick as hell, couldn’t make it, but the guy just grunted like he always does. "Can’t afford anyone calling out today," he said. Like the world was going to end if you didn’t show up to sling drinks for a bunch of rich assholes.

So here you are.

You rub the back of your neck, trying to loosen up some of the tension building there, but it doesn’t help. Nothing really does at this point.

"Hey!" The guy who ordered the whiskey sour snaps his fingers in your face. "You deaf or something? Whiskey. Sour."

"Got it," You mutter, trying not to let your voice crack as you finally pour his drink. 

Your vision swims a little as you set it down in front of him, and for a second, you think you might actually faint right here at the bar.

That’d be something. Faceplant into a bunch of overpriced cocktails in front of half of the Kooks on this island. Greg would probably just step over you and ask you to get back to work.

You lean against the bar for a second. Your stomach rolls, threatening to revolt, but you choke it back. You can’t afford to be sick here. Not when you’re already in trouble with your manager for barely making it on time. You think back to the half-assed breakfast you tried to eat—if you can call a slice of toast breakfast—and how your stomach rejected it like poison.

Out of the corner of your eye, you spot Rafe coming in. And suddenly, you’re even more aware of how wrecked you are.

You know he still struggles with how independent you are sometimes. You’ve always been the kind of girl who handles things on her own, and Rafe has this tendency to think that means you don’t need him.

Today, though? You need him more than ever, but you couldn’t bring yourself to call for help.

You immediately know it’s gonna be a thing.

His eyes lock onto you from across the bar, and even through the fog in your head, you can see that look on his face. He’s pissed. Of course, he’s pissed. His jaw’s clenched like he’s biting back whatever rant he’s about to drop on you, and you can already feel the tension creeping up your neck.

Great, as if you didn’t feel bad enough already.

You try to stand a little straighter, look a little less like you're one second from collapsing, but your legs are jelly, and the room’s still spinning like you’re on some messed-up carnival ride.

You don’t want him to see how bad you’re hurting right now. But today? You’re too out of it to even try and explain.

He strides up to the bar, looking sharp, as usual. Meanwhile, you probably look like death warmed over. His eyes are scanning you, taking in the pale face, the way you’re gripping the edge of the bar like you’re about to keel over. You see his lips tighten, and yeah, he’s definitely about to lay into you.

“You didn’t call,” he says, voice low but definitely annoyed. He leans in, trying to keep this between just the two of you, but with how loud the bar is, it still feels like a confrontation.

“I’m fine,” you lie, forcing a smile that probably looks more like a grimace. 

Rafe’s eyes narrow. He’s not buying it. “You look like you’re about to pass out. Why didn’t you call me?”

You hate that you feel guilty.

“Because I’m handling it,” you say, voice softer now. But even you can hear how weak you sound.

It’s not convincing. Hell, you’re not even convinced.

He crosses his arms, looking down at you like you’re a puzzle he can’t figure out. “Handling it? Baby, you can barely stand.”

You let out a sigh, trying not to let it turn into a cough.

"I’m fine," you repeat, but even you know it sounds pathetic at this point. Your head feels like it's full of cotton, you’re not sure if you’ll make it through the next few minutes, let alone your entire shift.

But pride’s a bitch.

Rafe just stands there, arms crossed, staring at you like he’s waiting for you to come clean. You can feel his frustration, but there’s something else, too. Worry. It’s in the way his eyes keep flicking over your face, how his fingers are tapping against his arm like he’s holding himself back from just scooping you up and carrying you out of here.

"I heard from Topper," he finally says, like he’s been holding that card in his back pocket. You blink, trying to keep up. "He saw you at the club earlier, said you didn’t look right."

Great. Freaking Topper. Of course, idiot couldn’t mind his own business. You can almost picture him, all dressed up in some preppy golf outfit, spotting you from across the course and making a note to text Rafe the second he saw something off.

Rafe’s still watching you, waiting for a reaction.

You open your mouth, trying to come up with some excuse, some way to brush it off, but your brain’s too foggy, and all you manage is a weak, "I was fine then."

He raises an eyebrow. "Yeah? 'Cause Top said you looked like you were about to hurl on the 9th hole." He’s trying to keep his voice low, but you can tell he’s annoyed. Not at Topper, not even really at you—just at the whole situation.

You want to snap back, tell him you’re fine, that you’ve got it under control. But instead, all that comes out is another tired sigh. “Greg wouldn’t let me call out. Said they needed me.”

“You serious?”

“Dead-serious.”

Rafe’s jaw clenches so tight you think you hear his teeth grind. His hands come out of his pockets, flexing like he’s about to hit something—or someone. He runs a hand through his hair like he’s trying to calm himself down before he says something he’ll regret.

But you know him—he’s never been great at holding back when he’s pissed. And right now? He’s definitely pissed.

“Greg said that?” His voice is low, but there’s this dangerous edge to it, like he’s two seconds away from losing it, “You should’ve called me. I would’ve come down here, I would’ve—”

“I know.” You cut him off because you do know.

He would’ve dropped everything and come running. That’s exactly why you didn’t call. You didn’t want to be the a burden again. Like you said, you’re still working on yourself.

Rafe leans against the bar, his whole body radiating this intensity that makes you feel both comforted and nervous.

“So, let me get this straight,” he says, voice louder now, not even bothering to keep it low-key anymore. “You’re sick as hell, and that asshole wouldn’t let you stay home?”

You wince. He’s drawing attention now, people at the bar starting to glance over. You hate seeing him like this, but you don’t have the energy to smooth things over.

“Rafe, please—” you start, but he cuts you off.

“No, seriously. What kind of fucking manager forces someone to come in when they’re this sick?” His voice carries, and a couple of the other bartenders are giving you looks, like they can’t decide if they’re more surprised or impressed by Rafe’s audacity, "You’re killing yourself for this job, and he doesn’t give a fuck.”

You glance toward the back, hoping Greg’s still in the office and not witnessing this meltdown. The last thing you need right now is more heat from him. But of course, your luck sucks, because just as Rafe’s ramping up, Greg strides out from the back, clipboard in hand, that same stupid scowl on his face like he’s already annoyed at everything.

Rafe spots him instantly, and if you thought he was mad before, now he’s on a whole other level.

"Greg!" Rafe calls out, loud enough that half the bar turns to look. Your stomach sinks. This is about to get ugly.

Greg stops dead in his tracks, his eyes flicking to Rafe and then back to you. He knows. He knows exactly what’s about to happen, and he’s already losing the upper hand.

“Yeah, Rafe?” Greg’s voice is weak, almost shaky. Like he’s trying to keep it together, but he knows he’s got no chance. Rafe’s family literally owns half the island—Greg’s just some middle manager with too much attitude.

Your boyfriend steps forward, slow and deliberate, closing the space between them like he’s already won this thing.

“You made her come in today?” His voice is calm, but it’s that scary kind of calm that’s worse than yelling. The kind that makes your stomach drop because you know the person holding it together is barely holding back.

Greg opens his mouth to respond, but all that comes out is this pathetic mumble. “We… we were short-staffed.”

Rafe raises an eyebrow, his lips pulling into this cold, humorless smile. “Short-staffed?” He glances at you, and you feel the heat rising in your cheeks. You really didn’t want this to turn into a scene, but here you are. “You see how she looks right now? You made her come in like this?”

Greg’s eyes flick back and forth between you and Rafe, and you can see the panic starting to set in. He’s sweating now, probably realizing that this little power trip he’s on is about to bite him in the ass. “She didn’t… uh… say she couldn’t work…”

“She told you she was sick,” Rafe cuts him off, voice like steel. “You’re the manager, right? Thought that meant taking care of your staff. Guess I was wrong.”

Greg’s mouth opens and closes like he’s trying to think of something to say, but nothing’s coming. He looks like a deer caught in headlights, knowing any move he makes right now could get him fired. Hell, maybe even blacklisted from every job on the island. The Cameron’s have that kind of pull.

“I-I didn’t realize how bad it was,” Greg finally stammers, but even he doesn’t sound convinced by his own excuse.

Rafe takes another step forward, practically towering over Greg now. “You didn’t realize?” He laughs, but there’s no warmth in it. “Look at her, man. How could you not realize?”

You wince as the room seems to get quieter, everyone watching this power struggle unfold. You’d rather be anywhere but here right now, but you also know that Rafe’s not letting this slide.

Greg takes a step back, wiping the sweat off his forehead with the back of his hand. 

“I-I was just trying to keep things running. We… we were slammed.”

Rafe’s smile drops, and now it’s just pure ice. “You think that’s a good enough reason to put my girlfriend’s health at risk?”

Greg looks like he’s about to pass out himself at this point, but he manages to mutter, “No… no, I—I didn’t mean…”

“Here’s the deal, Greg,” Rafe says, voice low but dangerous. “You’re gonna back off. Let her finish this shift if she wants. If she doesn’t? She’s out, no questions asked. And next time, when she says she’s sick, you listen.”

Greg nods so fast it’s like his head’s on a swivel. “Of course, of course, Rafe. I didn’t mean any disrespect. I just—”

“Good,” Rafe interrupts, already turning away like he’s done with this conversation. “Glad we’re on the same page.”

Greg just stands there, wide-eyed and frozen, clearly too scared to even argue. He stammers some half-hearted apology, but Rafe’s already turning back to you, brushing the whole thing off like it was nothing.

You look up at him, still in shock at how quickly Greg folded. “You really didn’t need to do that.”

He shrugs, leaning back against the bar with that easy confidence he always has. “Yeah, I did,” he says, his tone softening now that it’s just the two of you. “I’m not gonna let some nobody push you around like that.”

You sigh, feeling both relieved and slightly embarrassed. “You know he’s probably gonna hate me even more now.”

Rafe smirks, like that’s the least of his concerns. “Who cares? He won’t say a fuckin’ thing. Trust me.”

“Everyone’s going to say a thing, baby. They’re gonna think I have some kind of privilege because I’m dating you.”

Rafe’s smirk softens. He steps a little closer, lowering his voice so only you can hear him over the dull roar of the bar.

“Let them think whatever they want,” he says, his hand brushing against yours. “You’ve been busting your ass here long before I ever stepped in. Nobody can take that from you.”

You bite your lip, feeling everyone’s eyes on you, judgment and curiosity. He’s right in a way—you’ve been working extra hard. But still, it’s hard to ignore the feeling that now, everyone’s going to assume you’ve got some special treatment just because of Rafe’s name.

“It’s not about that,” you murmur, “I just—don’t want people thinking I can’t stand on my own. I don’t want to be the girl who hides behind her boyfriend’s power.”

Rafe tilts his head, studying you with that look he always gives when he knows you're holding back.

“You think that’s what this is?” His voice is steady, his tone a little softer now. “This wasn’t about power, baby. This was about someone treating you like you didn’t matter. And I’m not letting anyone—anyone—do that to you.”

He’s not wrong.

Greg didn’t give a damn about how sick you were, only about keeping the bar running, like you were replaceable. And you hate how right Rafe is, how much you needed someone to step in, even if it makes you feel a little helpless. You swallow hard, the tightness in your chest easing slightly, though your body still feels like it’s been run over by a truck.

“And you’re not working anymore today, or the next week for that matter. You’re gonna get your ass in my car and we’re going to the doctor.”

You nod, knowing there’s no arguing with Rafe when he’s like this, but part of you still feels guilty.

Not for needing help exactly, but for not being able to handle it all on your own. You've always been the girl who grits her teeth and gets through it, but today? Your body is screaming at you that you just can’t. Not anymore.

Rafe’s watching you closely, like he’s waiting for you to argue, but you don’t. You’re too drained. The adrenaline from the confrontation with Greg is wearing off, and now all you feel is this bone-deep exhaustion.

“I’m not going to a doctor,” you say, even though you know you probably should. “Just home. I just need to sleep.”

He narrows his eyes like he’s trying to read between the lines of what you’re saying, but then he just nods. “Fine. But if you’re not better by tomorrow, I’m dragging you to urgent care. No arguments.”

You give him a weak smile, trying to show you appreciate it even though you feel like crap.

“Deal.”

Without another word, he moves around the bar, ignoring Greg’s gawking and the way everyone’s still sneaking glances at you two. He gently takes the towel out of your hand, sets it on the counter, and slips an arm around your waist.

It’s the first time you’ve felt stable all day, leaning into him like you might actually make it to the car without collapsing.

“I don’t think I can afford an appointment.”

He looks at you like you’ve just said the most ridiculous thing in the world. His arm tightens around your waist, steadying you as you start to sway a little on your feet.

"Not worried about the money.”

You try to shake your head, but the movement makes you dizzy, and you stop, letting out a breath you didn’t realize you were holding.

"I just don’t want to be that person, you know? Relying on you for everything."

He gives you a side glance, eyebrows raised.

"Baby, you’re not relying on me for everything. You’re literally sick, and I’m not about to let you tough it out just because you’re too stubborn to ask for help. We’ve talked about this a million times.”

"I guess," you mumble, letting your head rest against his shoulder as you walk towards the door.

"No guessing about it," he says, softer now, his fingers brushing your arm in a way that makes you feel more grounded. "You’ve been holding down the fort for too long. Let me take care of you for once."

The air outside hits you like a slap, but Rafe keeps you close, leading you toward his car. Your legs are weak, the fever still simmering under your skin, but his body warmth keeps you upright.

"Thanks," you whisper, even though it feels weird to say. You’re not used to thanking people for basic care, but with Rafe, it feels different.

He pauses, opening the passenger door for you.

"You don’t gotta thank me, okay? I’m just doing what anyone who loves you would do."

Your heart skips at that. You’re still not used to how easily he says stuff like that, like it’s no big deal. But he’s rubbing off on you, because you can say it just as easily now.

“I love you too, sorry for being a pain in your ass.”

Rafe chuckles as he helps you into the car, leaning down to make sure you’re settled before he shuts the door. He bends down and presses a gentle kiss to your forehead.

"You're always a pain in my ass," he murmurs against your skin, grinning as he pulls back just enough to look at you. "But you’re my pain in the ass, and that’s what matters."

You can’t help but roll your eyes, but there’s a smile tugging at your lips despite how wrecked you feel. The fever, the headache, the exhaustion—it all takes a backseat, at least for a moment. 

Knowing Rafe’s always got your back? That makes it a little easier to breathe.

[kerorowhump]

[ravenslvt]

fucking your ex boyfriend in the bathroom of a party.

☆ multiple x f!reader ☆

cw: smut, mirror sex, public sex, rough sex, hate sex (sort of), tension, alcohol, oral f! receiving, v fingering, spanking, pet names, praise, sex with feelings, unprotected sex

you don’t know how your bestfriend managed to rope you into coming to this party, all you did know is you wanted to get plastered while she found someone to hook up with.

you held onto her for dear life as you made your way through groups of people. mostly strangers, but you saw some familiar faces. you started to feel a bit nervous when you noticed some eyes roaming your outfit. maybe you should’ve worn a longer skirt…

your bestfriend’s eyes immediately spotted a pretty girl across the room, she gives you an apologetic smile. you roll your eyes.

“just go” you sigh. at least someone would be getting some action tonight. you make your way to the kitchen where there were bottles apon bottles layed out on the counter. you grab one of the disposable cups, pouring yourself a mixed drink before downing it. the liquor bringing a comforting burn down your throat.

suddenly, you felt a cold chill in the room. you look around, there were no windows or doors open. until finally, your eyes immediately draw to a pair of familiar ones. oh great, he’s walking over. you turn around, pretending you didn’t notice him, hoping he’ll walk past you.

“oh, c’mon. acting like you didn’t see me?” he leans against the counter next to you, a drink in his own hand. fuck, he still wore the same cologne. the smell almost made you dizzy. he was wearing an unfamiliar jacket, it looked new.

his name rolls off your tounge in a harsh greeting, taking another swig of your drink. he gives a lopsided smile. “still mad at me, pretty?” he takes your empty cup, refilling it for you the way he knew you always liked it. you give him a glare. he puts his arms up in defense. his body looked bigger, more defined. he was clearly working out more since you two broke up.

you snatched your cup back. if you were going to be forced into this conversation, you might as well be drunk.

“why are you here?” you ask, your eyes never leaving his own. he was drawing you in without even trying.

“i was invited. why are you here?” he pokes your shoulder with his pointer finger.

you just point to your best friend across the room, who was now making out with the cute girl from earlier. he huffs out a small chuckle. “that girl never rests, does she.” he comments. you just shake your head, “no she does not.” you sigh, another swig.

his eyes go back to you. more specifically, your outfit. you had a new top on, he’d never seen it before. he’d have remembered seeing such a pretty shirt on you before. and of course, you wore your favorite mini skirt. the one he always loved you wearing.

“this is cute, wear this for me hmm?” he smirks, his fingers playing with the bottom hem of the skirt. you swat his hand. he was the one who bought it for you. almost fucking you in the dressing room when you tried it on after doing a little spin for him.

“no… i just had nothing else to wear.” your face flushes. you didn’t know if it was from the alcohol or from the fact you were both thinking about the times you’d sit on his lap in this skirt, panties off while you bounced on his cock.

god, he loved that skirt.

you could feel yourself clench around nothing just thinking about it. he gets a little closer when he notices your flushed state, his fingers drumming against the table filled with alcohol. his damned fingers that knew every part of your body.

ok, you were definitely a little drunk, or maybe you were just stupid.

your back slams against the door of the bathroom, the blasting music muffled from the small enclosed room.

your lips met in a hungry, bruising kiss, tongues fighting for dominance. his large hands gripped your waist, your head forced against the wood. he moves one of his hands to shove between your thighs under your skirt, his fingers digging into your panties, making you whine into his mouth when he pinches your clit.

“fuck, this wet already? missed me that much, sweetheart?” he mumbles into your mouth, pulling away to pull the flimsy fabric down your legs with his free hand. of course you wore your favorite panties, the ones he bought especially for you. the sight made him groan.

“i’m not your-“

“i wasn’t talking to you.” he stares directly at your slick pussy. great, now he was talking straight to your cunt.

you look at him with glossy eyes as he kneels down, kissing down your thighs. you hook your fingers into the waistband of your skirt, but he gives your thigh a slap. “keep it on. i wanna see you get fucked in this pretty little skirt again.” he practically growls as he gives your thighs a few more kisses and bites, marking you up.

“want everyone to see you still belong to me.” he sucks marks into your upper thighs, placing a few where your little skirt couldn’t cover.

you mewl his name when his tounge delves into your sopping pussy, his fingers pulling your folds apart to get more access. your hands grip his hair for some stability as he laps you, his tounge switching from flicking your sensitive clit to prodding at your tight hole.

he replaces his mouth with his fingers, pumping two into your cunt as he suctions his lips onto your bud, making you bite your lip to prevent yourself from screaming out, almost drawing blood.

“fuckk!” his long fingers hit deep inside of you, his digits shifting between thrusts and curling inside. your legs shook, hands gripping his hair for dear life. giving him a particularly hard tug, he groans into your cunt, the vibrations making you let out a moan.

the mixture of stimulations had you on the edge, he knew you were about to cum.

time almost seems to slow as he feels you clench around his fingers, your eyes flutter shut, gripping his hair for dear life as pools of fire seep low in your abdomen. his fingers continue to pump into you as you cum, wetness dripping down his chin and wrist.

it was probably obvious you hadn’t fucked anyone since you two broke up the way your pussy responded so well to him.

still, he doesn’t pull away, addicted to the taste of you. he was completely lost in your cunt until you pushed at his head, whining his name. he reluctantly pulls away, giving your cute clit a few more kisses before parting.

you both pant, his face glistening in your slick. you almost moan at the sight.

“you taste even better than i remember, baby.” his hands sooth down your thighs.

“don’t call me that.” you heavily breathe. he just chuckles, standing up. his firm hands grab your ass, giving it a firm smack, making you yelp.

“face the mirror. wanna watch you take my dick.” he pats your hip, encouraging you. you obligated, finally seeing yourself in the mirror. your lip gloss was completely smeared, making you pout a little. until your ex boyfriend comes up behind you, his hard on pressing against your ass. his hand wrapped around your waist, his head resting on your shoulder as your eyes meet in the reflection.

his other hand reaches to wipe the smeared lip gloss, cleaning it up for you. his fingers tap your lips impatiently, seeking enterence. your eyes never broke contact. you open your pretty little mouth, his two fingers sliding in. you groaned as you tasted yourself on them. he grinded himself against your rear, hiking your skirt above your hips.

“gonna let me fuck this messy pussy?” his fingers enter deeper into your mouth, almost making you choke. you nod, swirling your tounge around his digets.

“mhmph” you mumble around them.

“gotta tell me how much you missed me first.” he teases, removing his fingers to slowly undo the button of his pants. you roll your eyes.

“just fuck me-“

smack

your ass stings, you were sure there was gonna be a red mark the size of his hand. you whimper.

“what was that, pretty? use your words.” he purred into your ear, biting your earlobe gently, nibbling marks down your sensitive neck.

“fuck, i missed you so much, i need your cock so bad-“ you whine his name. “-i touch myself thinking about it- but nothing is as good as you.” you shamelessly confess, a smirk growing on his smug fucking face.

“good fucking girl.” he growls, taking his raging cock out from his briefs, his hand pressing down on your back so you bend over the sink to give him easier access.

you mewled as his leaking tip pokes through your enterence.

he slowly sheathes himself in, savoring the feeling of your hot walls contracting needfully around his cock. “god, it’s been so fucking long. it’s like she’s sucking me in.”

your fingers gripped the counter in front of you, your eyes focusing on his own. the way his face scrunched once he was burried balls deep inside of you. his deep breaths, the way his hair slightly stuck to his forehead from how much he was sweating.

you’re about to speak, but your words turn into moans of his name as he thrusts in and out of you, his hips slapping against your ass. your head rolls down to rest against your arms on the counter, but he doesn’t allow that.

his hand that isn’t wrapped around your waist goes to grip your throat, pulling you back against his chest.

“watch yourself get fucked by your future husband.” he grunts, his thighs burning from all the rutting, but he’d feel that pain forever if it meant he could be able to fuck you like this again.

you watch as your tits bounce through your shirt in the mirror, drool threatening to spill from the corner of your mouth. the mirror was big enough that you could see his dick pumping into you. obscenely wet sounds coming from where you two meet.

“o-oh fuck, feels s’good, don’t stop!” you moan out, staring at him in the reflection. he was so focused on the way you felt around him, he had almost forgotten you two broke up.

“oh god, baby. i fuckin' love you, need your pussy every day, can’t live without it.” he bites your shoulder, hard, making you groan. his hand moving from your throat to grope your tits through your top. his hips only slapped into you harder and harder, your vision going blurry when the head of his cock hits your soft spot. you let out chants of his name, your arms reaching back to grip his hair to bring him impossibly closer.

you stared at yourself in the mirror. the way he slid in and out of you with ease made you squeeze around him, prompting a groan from him. your hair was out of place from his rough treatment, marks down your neck and thighs. you couldn’t even think about having to explain this to your friends later.

“squeezing me so good. so perfect for me. gonna let me fill you up, hmm? walk around with my cum dripping out of you, let everyone know you’re fucking mine.” he thrusts with a bruising pace, your whole body rocking with the rolls of his hips.

“p-please yes! need it so bad!” your mind starts to blank, the only thing you could think about was the way he was pulsing inside of you, threatening to spill at any minute.

“touch yourself, baby.” he pants, his thrusts getting sloppier. he was so close, but there was no way he was going to cum before you. you nod, bringing a shaky hand to your ruined pussy, rubbing and pinching your clit the way you liked it. your mouth fell open at the overwhelming pleasure taking over.

“m’gonna cumm!” you whine until the only thing you can say is his name, over and over. just how he always loved it. he whispers dirty praises into your ear, talking you off the ledge. you force your eyes to stay on his own in the mirror. you hated how fucking hot he was.

waves of intense heated pleasure start to roll over you, moaning as your vision gets blurry with tears of ecstasy. “s’good!” you scream, tightening around him, making it hard for him to move. he curses as you grip his cock so tightly, milking him so hard he cums inside of you.

you pant as his thrusts get lazy and eventually slow to a halt. he didn’t want to pull out, but he knew he couldn’t just stay in here with you forever, no matter how much he wanted to.

he pulls out hesitantly, the mixture of your release dripping out of you making him let out a harsh breath.

you finally come down from your orgasm, completely fucked out. oh how much you missed his cock. and him too you guess.

he turns you around, giving your cheeks kisses before enveloping his mouth with your own. your tounges gently roll over eachothers, contrasting in comparison to how he was just fucking your brains out.

your phone lights up on the counter with a text from your bestfriend. you squint, reading the message.

‘bitch i’m leaving. don’t think i didn’t see you guys btw -_-‘

he wraps his arms around your middle, seeing the message.

“gonna come home with me?” he leaves even more love bites down your neck, making you sigh.

“…yea”

GETO, gojo, SUNA, atsumu, leon kennedy, toji, kuroo, dick grayson (sorry not sorry), your fav ;)

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[clandestineloki]

miguel o'hara x shy crybaby housewife!reader

cw: non-graphic mentions of violence, suggestive bit at the end lmk if u want an nsfw of this!!

ok but imagine shy lil missus o'hara who's a stay at home wife while miguel goes off to either alchemax or to fight some bad guys

and miguel comes home stressed all the time but just a touch of her hand on his shoulder grounds him after all that fighting

and miguel is tired but happy, grateful for his little love taking such good care of him :)) giving you a forehead kiss before he goes off to the bathroom, settling in the perfectly warm bath prepared for him before indulging in his little wife's amazing cooking 

but one night when he comes home a little bit more tense than usual

she's very tense

she's heard him yelling at his subordinates over the phone and yelling at dumb-ass cops who get in the way of him stopping some thief

and while miguel has always been soft and kind and gentle with her, she's scared that she'll accidentally do something wrong :((

so miguel walks past her, exhausted, and almost smiles at the smell of dinner

no forehead kiss for her :(( poor baby

sitting at the dining table head in his hands as he mumbles about not getting the chance to grab a snack, let alone a break in spanish

and she knows he's hungry, but she knows his whole body will be aching if he doesn't take a bath to regulate his body temperature

but poor baby doesn't know how to say it without him possibly snapping at her :((

she's standing on the other side of the table nervously fidgeting with the dish towel and finding the right words to say

"y-you... you gotta t-take a bath f-first..."

miguel sighs into his hands. "i know, but im really hungry, cariño..."

"b-but... if you don't... you'll be s-sore..."

he looks up, brows furrowing. "what?"

he was genuinely confused why you seemed so scared of him, but his voice came out a bit more bluntly than he meant it to.

your eyes widen and you look down. "n-nothing," you mumble, tears beginning to well up in your eyes. "sorry."

"hey, hey, baby..." miguel stands up, walking over to you and pulling you into his arms. "what's wrong? did i say something?"

"no..." you sniffle, "jus thought i made you mad..."

"no, no, no, i'm not mad," he kisses all over u: your teary eyes, your wobbling lips, your forehead, the tip of ur nose

miguel kisses you deeply and then hugs you close to him. "im not mad, i promise. i'm just so so tired and hungry and the food smelled so good i'm gonna die if i don't get to taste it," he whispers, laughing when you giggle at his declaration.

"the bath can wait," he caresses your cheek with his hand.

"b-but you're gonna get cramps tomorrow if-"

he cuts you off with a big smooch to your face. "it doesn't matter. im staying home tomorrow."

"wh-what?!" you look up at him as he sits down, pulling you into his lap. "but you have work- and- and you're spiderman- and-"

he shakes his head, running his fingers through your hair.

"i'm your husband first, and all that other shit second."

miguel sighs, pulling you closer.

"i know i haven't been taking care of you the way i should be."

before you can interject about how he's doing so much already, he presses a finger against your lips.

"ssh. and alchemax and the cops don't really give a shit about me, can probably last every other day without me there. they'd probably have a field day without this jackass there," he chuckles. "but you, baby, i need to return the favor- ah, ah! let me finish, gatita- return the favor for keeping this place a safe space for me."

a kiss here, a kiss there. "entiendes?"

you nod, hugging him. "just glad you're home," you mumble, nuzzling into his neck.

he spends the rest of that hour enjoying the food you made for him while also feeding you and rattling all about the thugs he stopped that day.

then he pulls you into the bath with him, despite your protests, and laughs as he splashes you with the soapy water, making you squeal and threaten to spray him with the shower nozzle

then the two of you dry up and snuggle in bed, not bothering to put on any clothes. miguel smiles down at you and you smile up at him, before he rolls you on your back and crawls over you to make the sweetest yet roughest love to show you just how thankful he is for having a sweet lil thing like u to come home to <3

(part 2 is here~)

[midwestprincesss]

never say sorry -sub!art donaldson x fem!reader smut

notes- this was literally supposed to be super short but i got carried away cause i am a whore (and proud of it)

cw- art is a little insecure:( , mentions of him having sex with tashi before (NO TASHI SLANDER I LOVE MY GIRL BUT IT'S FOR THE PLOT😭) , he cums prematurely (like...really..) art's a whiny little slut, art keeps calling reader love ( i got a thing for that pet name sorry y'all) , reader calls art 'artie' once cus it's cute&idc.

thinking about art constantly apologizing while having sex :( like ur unzipping his pants and he's already bucking his hips up into your hand, and then immediately muttering "sorry":(( my babyyy

so at first you think that okay, whatever, it's just something that slips out

but then he does it SO many times that you're actually starting to be concerned

like, you're giving him head and he moans a little too loudly- he's apologizing again. while kissing, you pull back for air and he still follows you, mouth half-open, wanting more - but then he realizes and he apologizes again.

but one time he really caught you off guard-

it had been a long day for him, spending almost all day training for his upcoming match. he barely had any time to rest, so he comes back to his dorm, taking off his shirt and pants, getting into bed with you only with his baby-blue boxer briefs on.

he kisses you. he's so fucking tired, but he still kisses you. 'cause he needs you, especially after the day he just had. you could feel his hard cock, practically begging you to take his boxers off.

"please love, wanna see you" he says while tugging at your top, watery eyes glistening with tears waiting to be spilled.

you take it off and unclasp your bra, little whimpers leaving his lips at the sight of you over him, with your tits out. you would love to take your time with him, really. to hear him beg and plead for you. but he's so eager, and so polite about it too- you just can't do that to him right now. so when you take off his boxers, his cock immediately jumps up, slapping his lower abdomen, right over his strawberry-blond happy trail.

"aww baby, look at you. you're so pretty aren't you?" you smile down at him, admiring how his legs shake slightly at every word you say. "hmm? aren't you?" you repeat. "mmghn- yeah, i- uhh i am" he says, eyes almost rolling back from the lack of touch. "you're what? say it." he sighs. you do this a lot. 'self love is important' you usually tell him- but not now. not when his dick is out, aching and leaking and begging to be touched. but just for the sake of it- just because he wants to please you, he says it. "i'm pretty"

"good boy," you coo, finally bringing a finger down to his cock, only to circle his pink, wet tip. and with that, he loses it. his mind goes blank, and he can't help it- all the waiting, the anticipating made him lose control of his body. he really didn't want to cum, he wanted to be good for you, but you were just so hot, he couldn't hold back. so immediately after his white, thick and warm liquid lands partially on his stomach and a bit on your hand, he starts babbling out apologies.

"i'm sorry, i'm so sorry love, please don't be mad, please- i'll clean up after myself- oh my god i'm so sorry-" he was so obviously tired, he could barely make up the words, yet he still continued apologizing. until you cut him off.

"art, baby- you dont need to apologize to me! what's up with this" you ask, softly. "you know i love making you feel good. and it's even better when i get feedback like this" you giggle. his cheeks turn bright pink as he covers his face.

"but i literally came the second you touched me" he mumbles, shyly.

you kiss his shoulder, smiling. "and it was hot."

"i- I don't know how to explain it to you, love- i just don't want to disappoint you. tashi used to hate it when i did any of this, she hated hearing me, and stuff like that- sometimes it made me feel like i was an object to her or something, y-you know? she'd get mad at me, and uh- it wasn't great."

"oh." you could actually feel your heart breaking for the boy. he was so sweet, he never deserved any of that. "well i'm not tashi, and i definitely won't get mad at you for anything like that. i like hearing you, and believe it or not, this was really fucking hot. you're letting me know i'm making you feel good. what's wrong with that?"

"just don't wanna upset you." art shrugs.

"i promise you artie, you could never upset me." you peck his lips and he smiles. "now let's clean you up"