#this was a prompt fill from my friend and then i cleaned it up to post

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red red wine | quinn hughes

quinn hughes x fem!reader

the week leading up to Quinn proposing to you, and the chaos that follows him.

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One Week Before

You stand in the kitchen of the lake house, absently scrolling through your phone while Jim and Ellen sit at the table, chatting over their morning coffee. Quinn is perched on a stool at the kitchen island, Jack and Luke beside him, all three listening in as you think out loud.

“I think I’m gonna get my nails done,” you say, mostly to yourself, glancing up from your screen. “I found this cute place nearby on Instagram. Might go check it out.”

Quinn freezes. Luke and Jack do the same, exchanging quick glances before all three of them force identical, strained smiles.

“Here?” Quinn asks, a little too casually.

You nod and turn your phone to show Ellen the pictures. “Yeah, thought it’d be nice to get a little pampered. Ellen, want to come with?”

For a split second, her eyes flick to Jim before she shakes her head with a warm—if slightly nervous—smile. “Oh, no, sweetheart. I think I’ll stay back, got a few things to tidy up around the house.”

You frown slightly, glancing between them. “I mean, I don’t have to go either. I could just hang—”

“NO!”

The entire Hughes family responds in unison, voices overlapping in a loud, comically panicked outburst. Even Jim, who’s been silent all morning, leans forward, wide-eyed like you just suggested setting the house on fire.

Quinn is the first to recover. He clears his throat and plasters on a quick, reassuring smile. “No, honey, you should definitely go. Treat yourself.” He waves a hand toward the door, trying—and failing—to sound nonchalant. “Have a nice day out.”

Your eyes narrow. “Okay…?” You drag the word out, suspicious, but slide your phone into your bag anyway. Grabbing your keys, you head for the door, throwing one last curious glance over your shoulder before stepping out.

As soon as the door clicks shut, Luke lets out a long breath. “Close call.”

Jim shakes his head, grinning. “She almost caught on already. We need to be more careful, boys.”

Downtown is quiet, the main street lined with flower boxes and little local shops. Lakeside Nails sits nestled between a café and an old bookstore, its windows decorated with delicate white lettering.

A nail tech waves you over with a friendly smile. “Hi! You must be my one o’clock.”

“That’s me.” You settle into the chair as she sets up.

“I’m Maya. What are we doing today?”

You pull up a photo. “Something like this? Just a clean, neutral look.”

Maya nods approvingly. “Pretty! So, just a little solo pampering trip?”

“Sort of. I’m staying at the lake house with my boyfriend and his family. Thought I’d take a little break and explore.”

Maya hums, focusing on your nails. “How’d you two meet?”

You smile, thinking back. “Through mutual friends. He was quiet at first, but then he made me laugh when I wasn’t expecting it. I don’t know… I just felt comfortable with him.”

“Those are the best ones,” she says with a grin. “Sounds like a good guy.”

“Yeah,” you say softly, warmth blooming in your chest. “He really is.”

When you walk back into the lake house, Quinn is stretched out on the couch, scrolling through his phone. He glances up as you come in, a lazy smile spreading across his face.

“Hey,” he says, sitting up. “Let’s see the nails.”

You plop down beside him, holding out your hand. He takes it, running his thumb lightly over your fingers. “Looks good,” he says, approving.

“Glad you think so.” You lean into him as his arm wraps around you, the warmth of his touch settling you into an easy quiet.

The rest of the evening is simple—pasta and salad for dinner, laughter when Quinn drops a handful of cherry tomatoes and watches them roll across the counter. Later, you curl up under a blanket with an old movie on, his fingers absentmindedly running through your hair. The house is peaceful, filled with the soft flicker of the TV and the steady rhythm of his breathing.

You don’t notice the way he looks at you. The way his gaze lingers, like he’s memorizing everything. Like he’s counting down.

Five Days Before

You wake slowly, the warmth of morning light filtering through the curtains. Quinn’s arm is draped over your waist, his hand resting lightly on your hip, his breathing steady and close. He stirs, his nose brushing against the back of your neck as he pulls you closer.

“Morning,” he mumbles, voice thick with sleep.

You smile, rolling over to face him. His eyes are still half-closed, messy hair falling over his forehead. You trace your fingers along his cheek, feeling the scratch of stubble. He leans into your touch, eyes fluttering shut for a moment.

“Good morning,” you whisper.

He catches your hand, lacing his fingers through yours before bringing it to his lips, pressing a kiss to your knuckles.

You don’t realize how he looks at you—like you might disappear if he blinks.

“Honey, we’re on breakfast duty,” you remind him.

Quinn groans, shoving his face into your collarbone, stubble tickling your skin. He mumbles something, voice muffled.

You laugh. “No, we can’t let your brothers do it. Unless you want the house to burn down.”

Another grunt, but this time, he shifts, reluctantly getting up. You follow, falling into your usual morning routine.

As you pull on a sweater, he watches from the bathroom mirror, hoping you don’t dig too far into his sock drawer.

Hoping you don’t find the velvet box.

You don’t, thanks to a the higher power, but it only puts more pressure on Quinn to pop the damn question.

Four Days Before 

The lake house hums with its usual morning energy—Jack and Luke bickering over who gets the last pancake, Ellen moving around the kitchen with effortless ease, and Jim sipping his coffee while reading the newspaper like he’s immune to the chaos around him.

Quinn, however, is focused on one thing.

He leans against the counter, arms crossed, watching as you sit at the kitchen table, scrolling absently through your phone. Every few seconds, you look up to add something to the conversation, laughing as Luke launches a grape at Jack’s head. Quinn should be listening, should be jumping in with a comment of his own, but instead, his mind is caught on a single thought: How do I get her to buy the dress?

The dress—the one he wants to see you in when he finally asks the biggest question of his life. He saw it a few days ago when you were flipping through your phone, showing Ellen some boutique you wanted to check out. You hadn’t bought anything yet, just admired a few pieces before getting distracted by something else.

Now, with only four days to go, he needs to make sure you pick the one.

Quinn exhales through his nose and glances toward his brothers. Perfect.

Jack notices first, eyebrows furrowing as he watches Quinn silently glare at him. What? he mouths.

Quinn jerks his head toward the living room, signaling them to follow. Jack and Luke exchange a glance but don’t argue, trudging after him as he disappears down the hallway.

Once they’re out of earshot, Quinn turns to them, hands on his hips like he’s about to give them the most important assignment of their lives.

“Alright, I need you two to do something for me.”

Jack immediately groans. “Oh my god, what now?”

“It’s important,” Quinn says, leveling them with a look.

Luke raises an eyebrow. “Like, life-or-death important? Or are we talking Quinn-important, which means it’s about the love of your life?”

Jack snorts. “Yeah, do we need to prepare a eulogy?”

Quinn ignores them. “I need you guys to get her to buy a dress.”

Both of them stare at him.

“A dress,” Jack repeats flatly. “You dragged us away from breakfast for that?”

“Not just any dress,” Quinn says, rubbing the back of his neck. He feels stupid saying it out loud, but if there’s anyone who can pull this off without making it suspicious, it’s these two. “She was looking at this one the other day. It’s perfect for when I—” He stops himself before finishing the sentence, clearing his throat.

Luke catches on first. His eyes widen slightly before he grins. “Ohhh. You mean the dress.”

Jack still looks lost. “What—Oh. Ohhh.”

Quinn nods.

“Okay, so you want us to, what? Trick her into buying it?” Jack asks, crossing his arms.

“Not trick her,” Quinn corrects. “Just… steer her in the right direction.”

Luke grins. “You want us to gaslight her into thinking she needs it.”

“I didn’t say that.”

“You basically did,” Jack says.

Quinn sighs. “Can you two just do it?”

Luke claps a hand on his shoulder. “Don’t worry, Q, we got this. She’ll be buying that dress by the end of the day.”

Jack cracks his knuckles. “Time to be annoying.”

“Just don’t make it obvious,” Quinn warns.

Luke grins. “No promises.”

–

You hadn’t really planned on buying anything today.

The town’s little boutique district is charming, with its cobblestone paths and flower boxes hanging from the windows, but you were mostly browsing—taking in the sights, enjoying the crisp summer air, and, apparently, getting bombarded with very strong opinions from Jack and Luke.

“I’m just saying,” Jack starts, walking beside you with his hands in his pockets, “you’ve been talking about wanting a nice dress for a while.”

“Have I?” you ask, raising an eyebrow.

Luke, walking on your other side, nods solemnly. “Oh yeah. All the time. Constantly.”

You snort. “I’m pretty sure I haven’t.”

Jack ignores you. “And look at this!” He gestures dramatically toward one of the boutique windows. “A whole store dedicated to dresses! What are the odds?”

“Crazy,” Luke deadpans.

You give them a suspicious look. “Are you guys okay?”

“We’re great,” Jack says. “But you’d be even better if you had a new dress.”

Luke nods. “The best version of yourself, really.”

You shake your head with a laugh. “What is wrong with you two?”

“Nothing,” Jack says quickly. “We just care about you. And your wardrobe.”

“Especially that one dress you liked the other day,” Luke adds casually. “That was a good one.”

You narrow your eyes. “How do you even know about that?”

Jack elbows Luke. 

He gives you a pained smile, “intuition?” 

Luke sighs dramatically, turning toward you. “Look,, all I’m saying is that you should try it on. No pressure. No commitment. Just try it on and see how you feel.”

“Yeah,” Jack agrees. “Worst case? You hate it, and we all move on with our lives. Best case? You look amazing, and you thank us forever.”

You roll your eyes but, against your better judgment, let them lead you inside. The boutique is small but elegant, with soft lighting and carefully arranged racks of clothing. A sales associate greets you warmly, and before you know it, Luke and Jack are pushing you toward the exact dress they’ve clearly been scheming about.

You sigh, running your fingers over the fabric. It is beautiful.

“Just try it,” Luke urges. “For science.”

“For science,” Jack echoes.

You huff a laugh. “Fine. But if I don’t like it, you both owe me coffee.”

“Deal,” they say in unison.

Ten minutes later, you step out of the dressing room, smoothing your hands over the fabric. The dress fits perfectly, hugging in all the right places, flowing just enough to feel effortless. You glance at your reflection in the boutique mirror, tilting your head slightly.

“Well?” Jack asks, leaning forward eagerly.

Luke grins. “Yup. That’s the one.”

You shake your head, but you can’t help the small smile that tugs at your lips. “You guys are the worst.”

“And yet, we just helped you find your new favorite dress,” Jack points out.

You sigh. “Fine. But you’re still buying me coffee.”

Luke claps his hands. “Worth it.”

Meanwhile, back at the lake house, Quinn gets a text.

Luke: Mission accomplished.

He exhales, a slow smile spreading across his face.

Three more days.

Three Days Before

The morning sun spills through the windows of the lake house, casting warm golden hues over the kitchen. You hum softly to yourself as you pour a cup of coffee, the scent of roasted beans filling the air. Ellen is at the stove flipping pancakes while Jim reads the newspaper at the table, occasionally sipping his coffee. Jack and Luke sit across from him, bickering over who gets the last piece of toast.

Quinn stands by the fridge, looking unusually tense as he scrolls through his phone. You don’t think much of it—he’s always been the quiet, deep-in-thought type—but there’s something about the way he keeps glancing at you that makes you pause.

"Morning," you say, leaning against the counter as you take a slow sip of coffee. "What's up?"

Quinn's head snaps up like he’s been caught doing something he shouldn’t. His fingers tighten around his phone, and for a second, he looks almost guilty.

"Uh—nothing. Just checking something." His voice is too quick, too casual, and you narrow your eyes.

Before you can push him further, Ellen calls over her shoulder, "Sweetheart, could you grab the syrup?"

You nod and step toward the pantry, but just as you do, Quinn leans closer to Ellen and whispers something.

You freeze mid-step.

It’s barely audible, just the faintest murmur of his voice, but you catch it. Ellen’s eyes widen for a fraction of a second before she quickly schools her expression into something neutral.

Jim, who’s been mostly uninvolved in the morning chaos, suddenly folds his newspaper with a snap and clears his throat. Jack and Luke immediately stop arguing and sit up straighter, the air shifting ever so slightly.

You narrow your eyes. "Okay, what was that?"

Quinn immediately shakes his head. "What was what?"

"The whispering. The weird glances. Why do you all look like you just got caught committing a crime?"

Jack lets out a bark of nervous laughter. "Pfft, what? No crime here."

Luke elbows him, and he winces. "We were just—uh, talking about, um—"

"The weather," Jim supplies, nodding sagely.

"The weather?" you repeat flatly.

"Yup," Quinn says, grabbing a banana from the fruit bowl and peeling it aggressively like that’ll somehow sell the lie.

You cross your arms, skeptical. "And what, exactly, about the weather required a top-secret family meeting?"

Ellen waves a hand dismissively. "Oh, just—just how lovely it's supposed to be this weekend! Perfect for, um, outdoor activities."

Jack nods. "Yeah, so perfect. Like, suspiciously perfect."

Luke elbows him again.

You squint at them, taking a slow sip of your coffee, watching as they all sit a little too still, looking a little too casual.

Something is definitely going on.

But before you can press further, Quinn suddenly steps forward, wraps an arm around your waist, and presses a kiss to your temple.

"Hey, didn’t you want to go into town today?" His voice is soft, his thumb rubbing soothing circles against your hip.

You blink up at him. "I mean, yeah, but—"

"Perfect," he says quickly. "You should go. Take your time. Enjoy yourself."

Jack and Luke nod in unison. "Yes. Enjoy. Take hours if you need."

Your eyes dart between them. They are terrible liars. But you sigh, deciding to let it go—for now.

"Fine," you say slowly, grabbing your bag. "But if I find out you guys are hiding something from me—"

"You won’t!" they all chorus at once.

You stare for another long beat before shaking your head and heading for the door.

As soon as it closes behind you, Quinn lets out a breath, running a hand through his hair.

Luke whistles. "That was way too close."

Jim chuckles. "You boys need to step up your game. She's sharp."

Quinn groans, rubbing his face. "I know. And we still have two more days of this."

Jack claps a hand on his shoulder. "Good luck, bud. You're gonna need it.

Two Days Before 

The lake stretches out before you, calm and glassy under the moonlight. It’s late—too late to still be outside, but the warmth of summer lingers in the air, and neither of you wants to go in just yet.

You sit beside Quinn on the dock, your legs dangling over the edge, bare feet skimming the cool water. The night is quiet, save for the occasional chirp of crickets and the distant rustling of trees.

Quinn hasn’t said much in the last few minutes.

He sits close—so close that your shoulders press together, his warmth seeping into you. His hand is resting between you, his fingers twitching like he wants to reach for you but is too lost in thought to do it.

You nudge him gently. "Penny for your thoughts?"

He exhales, a soft, slow sound. "Just thinking."

You tilt your head, watching him. His profile is illuminated by the glow of the moon, sharp angles softened by the night. His jaw flexes, and his fingers tighten slightly against the dock.

"About what?"

He hesitates, then turns to you. "The future."

Your chest tightens, a warmth blooming there. "Yeah?"

"Yeah." His voice is quiet, thoughtful. "I was just thinking about... where we'll be, years from now." He swallows, his throat bobbing. "What it'll look like."

You smile, leaning into him. "And? What does it look like?"

He glances down at his hands. "Us," he says simply. "Still together. Maybe a house. Maybe a dog." His lips twitch. "You always talk about wanting a golden retriever."

Your heart stutters.

"You actually listen when I say that?"

His brow furrows. "Of course I do."

There’s something so earnest about the way he says it—so completely sure.

You take his hand in yours, threading your fingers together. "I like that version of the future," you say softly.

Quinn looks at you then, his eyes dark and unreadable, something heavy sitting behind them. For a second, you think he’s about to say something—something big.

But instead, he squeezes your hand.

"Me too."

He presses a lingering kiss to your knuckles, then rests his forehead against yours.

You close your eyes, breathing him in, feeling the steady thump-thump-thump of his heart.

Neither of you says anything else.

But Quinn’s already made up his mind.

Tomorrow, he finds the perfect spot.

And in two days, he asks you to be his forever.

One Day Before 

The lake stretches endlessly before you, a shimmering expanse of deep blue beneath the warmth of the afternoon sun. A gentle breeze tugs at your hair, and the rhythmic rocking of the boat lulls you into a peaceful state. The water is calm, only disturbed by the occasional ripple from a passing jet ski or the soft lapping against the side of the boat.

You inhale deeply, letting the fresh air fill your lungs as you lean back against the cushioned seat. The warmth of the sun kisses your skin, and for the first time in a long while, you feel like time has slowed down.

Jim sits at the helm, hands steady on the wheel as he navigates through the open water. His expression is relaxed, a rare sight considering the chaos that usually follows whenever all three of his boys are together.

Ellen sits beside you, sunglasses perched on her nose, a soft smile on her lips as she watches the water shimmer.

“This is nice, isn’t it?” she muses, her voice light with contentment.

You nod, shifting slightly to soak in more of the sun. “Yeah, it really is.”

It’s not often that you get moments like this—just the three of you. Usually, Jack and Luke are wreaking havoc, Quinn is rolling his eyes fondly at their antics, and everything is a blur of chirps and laughter. But today is quiet. Peaceful.

You glance around the boat, taking in the emptiness where Quinn should be.

Your chest tightens slightly.

This morning, when you asked him if he was coming, he had been vague—mumbling something about needing to run an errand and promising he’d see you later. You hadn’t pushed, but now, with the afternoon stretching on without him, you can’t shake the feeling that something is off.

“You okay, sweetheart?” Ellen asks gently, tilting her head toward you.

You blink, realizing you had been staring at the empty seat beside you. Forcing a smile, you nod. “Yeah, just thinking.”

Ellen hums knowingly. “Quinn will be back soon, don’t worry. He’s probably just making sure whatever he’s doing is absolutely perfect.”

Jim chuckles from the driver’s seat. “Sounds about right.”

You frown slightly, narrowing your eyes. “Do you guys know something I don’t?”

Ellen and Jim exchange a quick glance, but Ellen’s smile doesn’t waver.

“Oh, honey,” she says, reaching over to pat your hand. “We always know something you don’t.”

You roll your eyes, laughing despite yourself.

The rest of the afternoon passes in a blur of warmth and comfort. You soak up every moment—the way the sun reflects off the water like scattered diamonds, the sound of Jim’s easy laughter, the way Ellen insists on reapplying sunscreen to your shoulders even though you swear you’re fine.

And for a little while, you let yourself forget the strange feeling in your chest.

Meanwhile, deep in the woods, Quinn is on a mission.

Your absence is a weight he feels in his chest, but he knows this is worth it.

His boots crunch against the forest floor as he makes his way through the secluded clearing he stumbled upon earlier. The air smells like pine and fresh earth, the quiet only disturbed by the rustling of leaves in the wind.

It’s perfect. Tucked away from the main trails, surrounded by towering trees, with a small opening where the lake peeks through.

This is it.

Carefully, he unrolls the string of photos he printed last week, each one capturing a frozen moment in time—the two of you at your first hockey game together, laughing with noses pressed close; a blurry snapshot of you mid-laugh, taken when you weren’t looking; a quiet moment in bed, tangled in the sheets with sunlight painting your skin.

Every single one tells your story.

His hands shake slightly as he fastens them to the branches, adjusting them until they drape just right.

“Dude, this is insanely romantic,” Jack mutters behind him.

Quinn steps back, hands on his hips as he surveys the clearing. The photos sway gently in the breeze, catching the fading sunlight. Everything is almost perfect.

Except for Jack, who is standing in the middle of the setup like he’d rather be anywhere else.

“This is so weird,” Jack complains, shifting uncomfortably. “I don’t know why I have to be her.”

Quinn sighs, rubbing his temples. “Because I need to make sure everything looks right, and you’re the closest to her height.”

“That’s actually so offensive,” Jack deadpans. “I don’t even know how, but it is.”

Luke snorts from behind the camera. “Just shut up and stand there, man. You’re ruining the vision.”

Jack groans dramatically but doesn’t move. “You owe me for this, dude. Big time.”

Quinn ignores him, stepping closer to adjust the positioning. He takes a deep breath, trying to picture you standing there instead of his little brother, who is doing a horrible job of being still.

“This is where I’ll kneel,” Quinn murmurs, mostly to himself. He drops down, testing the angle, the feel of the moment. His heart races, imagining the way you’ll look—eyes wide, lips parted in surprise, the way your breath will hitch right before you say yes.

Jack stares down at him, unimpressed. “I feel like I should be flattered, but mostly I feel like an idiot.”

Quinn huffs, looking up at him. “Can you at least pretend to be in love with me?”

Jack stares blankly for a second before bursting out laughing. “Dude. Dude. I cannot take this seriously.” He turns to Luke, who’s adjusting the camera settings. “Are you getting this? The absolute desperation in his eyes?”

Luke barely glances up. “You’re making it worse.”

“I’m making this worse?” Jack gestures at the setup. “Quinn is professing his undying love to me right now, and I’M the problem?”

Quinn groans, running a hand over his face. “Just shut up and look moved or something.”

Jack schools his expression into something vaguely serious and stares dramatically into the distance. “I can’t believe this is happening,” he says, voice overly soft. “We’ve been through so much together.”

Luke nearly drops the camera laughing. “Oh my god,” he wheezes.

Quinn pinches the bridge of his nose. “I hate both of you.”

Jack smirks, but he does settle down a little, standing a bit more still as Quinn makes the final adjustments.

After a few minutes of adjusting the lighting and the placement of the photos, Luke finally lifts the camera. “Alright, let’s get a test shot.”

Jack sighs dramatically but stays put. Quinn watches as Luke moves around, snapping photos from different angles. He frowns slightly, tilting the camera to check the preview.

“It looks good,” Luke says slowly, adjusting the focus. “But I think we need—Jack, stop standing like that.”

Jack scoffs. “Like what?”

“Like a dude who is about to ask another dude to prom,” Luke deadpans. “You look so uncomfortable.”

Jack throws his arms out. “Because I am uncomfortable! I am literally standing in the middle of a fake proposal, playing the role of my brother’s girlfriend.”

Quinn shakes his head. “Fine. Just—stand normal.”

Jack exhales sharply but follows instructions, his posture finally settling into something less stiff.

Luke snaps a few more photos before nodding. “Okay, that’s it. That’s the shot.”

Quinn steps back, taking in the clearing one last time. The photos, the lighting, the atmosphere—it’s all exactly how he pictured it. His heart pounds as he exhales, the reality of it hitting him all at once.

Tomorrow.

Tomorrow, you will be standing here.

Tomorrow, you will be the one in front of him when he kneels.

And tomorrow, you will say yes.

Jack claps him on the back, snapping him out of his thoughts. “Alright, Romeo. Can we go now? I have literally never felt more single in my life.”

Quinn rolls his eyes, but there’s a fondness behind it. “Yeah, we’re done.”

Luke stretches, shoving the camera back into his bag. “You better make this the best proposal of all time, bro. Because if we went through all of this for nothing—”

Quinn grins, confidence settling in his chest. “She’s gonna love it.”

Jack sighs dramatically. “You owe us.”

Quinn just laughs, already imagining how perfect tomorrow will be.

That night, you’re curled up in bed when Quinn finally slips into the room. The warmth of his body presses against yours as he slides beneath the covers, pulling you into his arms.

“You have fun today?” he murmurs, pressing a kiss to your shoulder.

“Mmm,” you hum, half-asleep. “Missed you.”

His chest tightens.

He buries his face in your hair, arms tightening around you. “Missed you too.”

You sigh softly, relaxing into him.

Quinn stays awake long after you drift off, heart thudding with anticipation.

One more night.

Tomorrow, everything changes.

Proposal Day

The morning sun filters through the kitchen windows, casting a golden glow over the lake house. The scent of fresh coffee lingers in the air as you lean against the counter, watching the Hughes family settle into their usual breakfast chaos.

Jack is the first to steal the last piece of toast off Luke’s plate, and Luke retaliates by flicking a grape at his forehead. Quinn sighs, stirring his coffee like he’s debating whether it’s worth intervening. Ellen is at the stove, flipping pancakes with practiced ease, while Jim nurses his coffee at the table, reading something on his phone.

Ellen turns toward you with a smile. “I was thinking,” she starts, “since everyone’s here, we should do a nice family dinner tonight.”

Luke perks up. “Ooh, like a fancy dinner? Do I have to wear a button-up?”

“Yes,” Ellen says firmly.

Jack groans dramatically. “Can I at least wear my nice hoodie?”

Jim barely looks up. “No.”

You laugh, shaking your head as you sip your coffee. “A dinner sounds nice.”

Ellen nods. “Good, because I already bought all the stuff.”

Quinn finally speaks, glancing at you. “You should wear that dress you got.”

You arch an eyebrow. “The one you definitely weren’t scheming to get me to buy?”

Jack and Luke both snicker, and Quinn glares at them before turning back to you, feigning innocence. “What? I just think you’d look really nice in it.”

Luke leans in conspiratorially. “You should do it. Mostly because if you don’t, Quinn will spend the entire dinner sulking and staring at you like a sad puppy.”

You roll your eyes, but a smile tugs at your lips. “Well, we wouldn’t want that, would we?”

Jack smirks. “Nope. That’s how we end up with emo Quinn, and nobody wants that.”

Quinn groans. “I hate all of you.”

Ellen hides a smile as she flips another pancake. “You love them,” she corrects.

Quinn sighs, shooting you a hopeful glance. “So, the dress?”

You shake your head, amused. “Fine. But if I do, Luke and Jack owe me dessert.”

Luke claps a hand over his heart. “Done.”

Jack nods. “Easiest deal of my life.”

Quinn smiles to himself, satisfied. One step closer.

Dinner starts out promising enough. The table is set, the food looks amazing, and the sunset paints the lake in warm hues. It should be perfect.

And then… things start to go sideways.

First, Luke—being Luke—tries to help bring the dishes to the table and nearly drops the salad bowl. In his panic to save it, he elbows Jack, who’s carrying a basket of rolls. The bread goes flying, one roll landing directly in Jim’s drink.

“Nice,” Jim mutters, plucking it out with a sigh.

Ellen shakes her head, clearly unimpressed but used to this kind of chaos. “Can we go one meal without something ending up on the floor?”

Jack, unfazed, shrugs. “Technically, it landed in Dad’s glass.”

You try to hold back a laugh as Quinn pulls out a chair for you, but the moment you sit, you realize something is… off. The seat wobbles, just enough to be noticeable, and before you can react, one of the legs gives way entirely.

“Shit—”

You barely manage to catch yourself before fully hitting the ground. Quinn moves fast, steadying you before you can completely fall, but the damage is done. Luke is doubled over laughing, and Jack is wheezing so hard he can’t breathe.

“I—” Jack tries, but he’s laughing too hard to finish. “I swear—we didn’t—touch—that chair—”

Quinn glares at them before looking at you. “You okay?”

“Yeah,” you say, face burning as you straighten up. “Just my pride taking a hit.”

Ellen sighs. “That chair was wobbly this morning. I told you boys to fix it.”

Jack wipes a tear from his eye. “Well, now we know it was definitely broken.”

Dinner resumes, and for a few blessed minutes, everything is normal. The conversation flows, the food is delicious, and you almost forget about the earlier chaos.

Until Luke, in all his wisdom, decides he needs more steak sauce. He reaches across the table, miscalculating just how close his elbow is to your glass of wine.

The second the glass tips, it’s over.

Red wine splashes everywhere—your dress, the table, Quinn’s sleeve.

“Oh my God,” you exclaim, pushing back from the table as the cold liquid soaks into the fabric.

Luke freezes. “Oh—oh, shit. Oh, no—”

Ellen is already up, grabbing napkins. “Luke.” Her voice is the kind of exasperated that only comes from years of dealing with sons who can’t sit still. “Seriously?”

“I didn’t mean to!” Luke looks at you with pure panic. “I—I can fix this—”

Jack leans back, shaking his head. “Man, you just ruined her dress.”

“I know!” Luke groans, looking like he genuinely feels terrible. “I’ll—uh—I’ll pay for the dry cleaning.”

Quinn, who’s been silent through all of this, takes one look at you and then turns to Luke with the calmest voice imaginable.

“Get up.”

Luke blinks. “What?”

“Get. Up.”

There’s a long pause before Luke, sensing the very real possibility of Quinn throwing him into the lake, slowly pushes his chair back and stands.

Quinn doesn’t hesitate—he grabs Luke’s napkin and dabs at your dress, his brows furrowed in frustration. “I told you not to sit next to her.”

Luke throws his hands up. “How is this my fault?!”

Ellen sighs again. “Alright, alright, it’s just a little wine.” She turns to you. “Honey, let’s go see if we can salvage your dress.”

You follow her inside, but despite her best efforts, the stain refuses to come out.

You sigh, looking at Ellen through the mirror. “Ellen, I think it’s unsalvageable.”

She looks up at you, guilt evident on her face. “I’m so sorry, honey.”

You shake your head with a small smile. “It’s fine, really.”

When you return downstairs, Luke looks like a kicked puppy, eyes glued to the floor. Quinn scans your dress, his jaw tightening.

“Goddammit, Luke,” Quinn mutters.

You step beside him, nudging Luke lightly with your foot. “It’s fine, really,” you say softly.

Quinn exhales, rubbing his jaw before looking at you. “Come on. Let’s go for a walk.”

You blink at him. “Right now?”

“Yeah,” he says, his voice quieter now, more certain. “Right now.”

You hesitate, then nod. “Okay.”

The night air is crisp, carrying the scent of pine and the lingering warmth of the lake. The sound of crickets hums in the background as you and Quinn walk in comfortable silence, his fingers laced through yours. The chaos of dinner fades into the background, replaced by the rhythmic crunch of gravel beneath your feet.

“You okay?” you ask softly, glancing up at him.

Quinn exhales through his nose, a small smile tugging at his lips. “Yeah. Just… today didn’t go exactly how I planned.”

You squeeze his hand. “You had a plan?”

His smile grows slightly. “Believe it or not, yeah. Kind of.”

You smirk. “Well, that was your first mistake.”

He huffs a quiet laugh. “Tell me about it.”

You keep walking, but the farther you go, the more familiar the path becomes. It’s only when the trees thin, revealing a quiet clearing, that you realize where he’s leading you. Your steps slow as you take it in.

Strung between the branches, illuminated by the soft glow of the moon and the fairy lights Quinn must have set up earlier, are dozens of photos—memories captured and preserved in time.

Your breath catches as you step forward, reaching out to gently touch one of them. It’s a picture from your first hockey game together, noses nearly pressed together as you grinned at the camera. Another of you mid-laugh, eyes crinkled with joy. One from a lazy morning in bed, sunlight spilling across your tangled limbs.

Every single one tells your story.

You turn back to Quinn, your chest tight with emotion. “You did all this?”

He nods, rubbing the back of his neck. “Yeah. I—I wanted you to see what I see. Every time I look at you, it’s just… it’s all of this. Every moment, every memory, everything that makes us, us.”

Your eyes burn with unshed tears.

“I wanted everything to be perfect,” he continues, voice quiet but steady. “I had this whole idea in my head—this big, perfect moment. The dinner, the dress, the way tonight was supposed to go.” He shakes his head, laughing under his breath. “And then Luke knocked wine all over you, and Jack wouldn’t stop chirping, and everything kind of fell apart.”

You smile, tilting your head. “Sounds about right.”

Quinn looks at you, his blue eyes searching yours. “Yeah. But then I realized… this is perfect.” He lets out a small, breathy laugh, almost like he’s realizing it in real time. “The chaos, the interruptions, the fact that nothing ever goes exactly how we plan it. That’s us. That’s our life.”

Your breath catches slightly.

He takes a deep breath, then lets go of one of your hands, reaching into his pocket. And suddenly, he’s kneeling before you, a small velvet box in his palm, slightly illuminated by the moonlight.

“I don’t need the perfect moment,” he says, looking up at you. “I just need you.”

Your heart pounds, your vision blurring as you try to take in everything at once—the way he’s looking at you, the way his fingers tremble just slightly around the box, the way the entire world feels like it’s tilting on its axis.

“Marry me?” he asks, voice soft but sure.

You let out a shaky breath, a laugh breaking through the tears already forming in your eyes. “Quinn, of course I’ll marry you.”

A breath of relief escapes him before he grins—grins in that rare, open way he only does when he’s truly happy. He stands quickly, slipping the ring onto your finger before wrapping his arms around you, holding you close.

You bury your face in his shoulder, laughing through your tears. “God, I love you.”

His grip tightens around you, his voice warm against your ear. “Love you more.”

By the time you and Quinn make it back, hand in hand, the Hughes family is waiting—Jack and Luke perched on the couch, Jim leaning against the counter, and Ellen practically bouncing in place.

Jack spots the ring first. “Oh my god—”

Ellen claps her hands together, her eyes shining. “You said yes?”

You hold up your hand, and the room erupts.

Jack groans dramatically, flopping back onto the couch. “I can’t believe this. Quinn won at life.”

Jim claps Quinn on the shoulder with a proud nod, and Ellen pulls you into a tight hug, murmuring how happy she is for you both.

Luke hangs back, hands shoved in his pockets, his eyes darting toward you before dropping to the floor. His face is tight, like he’s been debating something in his head.

You don’t give him the chance to overthink it. Without a word, you step toward him and wrap your arms around his shoulders, pulling him into a hug.

Luke stiffens in surprise before slowly relaxing, exhaling a breath. “I—I really didn’t mean to ruin your dress,” he mumbles, voice small.

You smile against his shoulder. “I know, Luke. It’s just a dress.”

He hesitates before hugging you back, his grip a little tight, like he’s still worried about the whole thing. “I felt really bad.”

You pull back just enough to look at him. “Well, you can make it up to me by giving a really good speech at the wedding.”

His eyes widen. “Wait—I can do a speech?”

Quinn sighs, but there’s no real annoyance behind it. “I never said that.”

Luke smirks. “You didn’t have to.”

Jack groans. “Oh god, this is gonna be unbearable.”

Quinn shakes his head, pulling you back to his side. “I should’ve proposed in private,” he mutters under his breath.

You laugh, squeezing his hand. “Nah. This is perfect.”

And as the Hughes family falls into their usual rhythm of chirps and laughter, as Quinn’s hand tightens around yours, you know that nothing—no chaos, no spilled wine, no wobbly chairs—could have made this moment any better.

beachy’s notes: hello babes please please, please send me fic requests

[skzdust]

Hotel Showers

SMUT. MINORS DNI.

This fic was a request from @chanchansgirly (here) and part of my 500 followers celebration! The request was prompt #1, only one bed, with Chan, NSFW!

I hope you all like it!

Summary: Y/n and Chan get stuck in a very cold hotel room together... and there's only one bed.

Pairing: Bang Chan x Flustered!reader

Includes: only one bed trope, handcuffs, fingering, cumming inside (PLEASEEEEE USE A CONDOM IRL)

Word count: 1.9k

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“Seriously?” You blinked at the desk attendant.

He smiled back at you apologetically. “I’m sorry, ma’am, but I’m afraid the blizzard’s got us more crowded than expected. The only room we have left does just have the one bed.”

You sighed. “Just give me the key.”

He nodded. “Yes, ma’am.”

You walked back over to Chan, key card in hand. “Sorry, it looks like they’ve only got one room left, and it only has one bed.”

Chan smiled. “Oh, no worries. It’s just one night.”

“I can sleep on the floor if you want. Or in the chair. Those hotel chairs are surprisingly comfy sometimes. I mean, sometimes they’re just not, but, like, this one will probably be fine.” You found yourself rambling.

Chan laughed. “Y/n, if you’re okay with sharing the bed, that works for me.”

“Oh—okay.” You could feel your cheeks reddening.

He turned towards the elevator. “Lets’ go.”

You went upstairs to your room, and you pulled a book out of your bag to read while Chan was in the shower. You tried to stop yourself from thinking about that shower, about the water running through his hair, down his shoulders, over his abs, and lower…

You closed your book with a sigh, opting to doomscroll instagram instead.

The water turned off, and a few minutes later Chan opened the door. Thankfully for your sanity, he was wearing a shirt. “Bathroom’s all yours.”

You smiled. “Okay, I’ll just be a few minutes.”

You went into the bathroom. It felt strangely intimate, erotic, almost, to be in a bathroom filled with the steam from Chan’s shower.

You started your shower before you realized you’d left your body wash in your suitcase. You resigned yourself to hotel soap before seeing Chan’s little blue bottle on the shelf. He must’ve left it there.

He probably wouldn’t care if you used it, right?

You carefully squeezed some into your palm. It smelled good, masculine and clean.

You got out of the shower, dried off, and put on a T-shirt and sleep shorts. You regretted your decision as soon as you stepped out of the now even steamier bathroom. “My God, it’s cold.”

Chan laughed from where he was sitting under the covers. “I was just messing with the thermostat, doesn’t look like it’s getting any warmer in here.”

You gave a short exhale. “Of course.”

Chan patted the sheets beside him. “Here, it’s warmer in bed.”

You got in bed with him, burrowing under the blankets. “I guess a little bit.”

“Can I help?”

“Can… can you help?” You were confused.

“Can I touch you?” Chan’s smile was soft. “Just to help warm you up.”

“Oh… um, yeah, please.”

Chan reached towards you, pulling you into his arms and cuddling you close to his chest.

You were sure he was able to feel your heartbeat, because you could feel it all over your body, especially between your legs.

“Are you comfortable?” Chan whispered.

“Yeah, I’m really comfortable.” You pushed your head into his chest. “You’re warm, Channie.”

“Channie?” He laughed.

“I— sorry, I just, like, a nickname, you know, like, how, like, friends call each other nicknames. You know, like friends do?” You rambled.

“Y/n, calm down. You’re allowed to call me Channie. I would even go so far as to say I like it.”

“Oh.” You could feel your cheeks going hot.

He paused for a moment. “Wait.” He helped roll you over, so your back was flush against his chest. You could feel yourself growing wet at the manhandling.

He pushed his face into the crook of your neck and inhaled deeply. You took a shuddering breath of your own at how his lips brushed your skin.

“Did you use my body wash?”

“Um… I forgot mine, I didn’t think you’d… mind.”

“I don’t… mind, exactly.”

“What does that mean?”

“It means I think it’s hot more than I think it’s a problem. Which is, in and of itself, a problem.”

“Why?” You breathed.

“Because we’re sharing a bed… catch my drift?”

“I think you need to spell it out for me.” You shifted, angling your hips against his crotch. You could feel a bulge forming already.

He hissed. “Y/n, don’t tease.”

“I’m not teasing.” You whispered. “I mean it.”

You squeaked as Chan flipped you around again, and you were met with his piercing gaze. “You mean it?”

“Yeah.”

His hand drifted up the inside of your thigh. “How do you want it?”

You were a little taken off guard. “Want it? I— uh, inside me, I think.”

He laughed, then brought his lips up to your ear to whisper to you. “I mean, do you want it rough? Want to worship me? Want me to put you on a leash and choke you like a dog? Do you want me so bad you’d do anything for me?” He nibbled on your earlobe, and you shifted with a whine. “You know, if you’re into that.”

“Yes, Chan.”

“To which one?”

“All of it.”

He smiled, and you were caught off guard by his wide, ray-of-sunshine grin. “We’re gonna have fun. I’ll be right back.” He got off the bed, and you shivered at the sudden loss of his heat.

He shuffled through his luggage before pulling out a pair of leather handcuffs.  You didn’t even want to question where he’d gotten them or why they were in his suitcase. “You want these?”

Your eyes widened. “Ye-yes, Chan, I do want those.”

“Good girl.” He murmured, climbing back onto the bed. “I’m gonna tie your hands to the headboard, okay?”

“Yes, Channie.” You held out your hands. He guided you to lay back, and he fastened the cuffs around your wrists and then clipped them around the headboard. You tugged a bit at them, and you moaned when they didn’t give.

He just sat in front of you for a moment, watching you watch him.

“Beautiful.” He eventually mumbled. “Lift up those hips for me, and we’ll get your shorts off.”

You nodded, lifting your hips so Chan could slide your shorts and underwear off. You were soaked, and Chan dragged a finger through it before licking it clean. “Damn, all this over me just touching you a bit?”

“I— I mean, before, the shower, I was just thinking about— um, about nothing.” You stopped before you could make a complete fool of yourself by admitting to picturing him naked in the shower.

It was too late for that, though. Chan raised an eyebrow. “Were you thinking about me in the shower?”

You swallowed. “Uh… maybe.”

He shook his head, smiling. “You want me more than you’ve been letting on, don’t you?”

“Uh… maybe.” You said again.

His eyes raked over you. Once, then again. “Can I finger you, sweetheart?”

You felt a wave of heat rush through you, and you were hyperaware of your heartbeat again, pulsing through you. “Yes, please.”

He circled one finger around your entrance for a moment before beginning to press inside. You whined.

He paused. “Something wrong, baby?”

“No!” You squeaked. “Nothing’s wrong! Keep going, Channie, please.” You breathed the last word, and you were unsure for a moment if he’d even heard you until he hummed.

“Please sounds so good coming from your mouth, baby.” He all but purred, pushing his finger in all the way.  Your eyes rolled back, and a broken moan fell from your lips. “Say it again.”

“Please.” You whispered. “Another finger, Chan, please.”

“You’re asking so nicely.” He added another finger, as requested, and you arched your back off the bed.

“Fuck.”

“Can you take another?”

“Yes.”

He added in a third finger. You felt so deliciously full of him, and you absently wondered if his cock would fill you up as good.

He pulled out his fingers and licked them clean, keeping eye contact with you the whole time. His tongue lewdly lapped at his long fingers, making wet noises.

You moaned. “Please, Chan.”

He paused to raise his eyebrows at you. “What are you begging for, hm?”

“You.” You said honestly. “Want you, um, deep— deep inside me.”

“Shy all of a sudden?” He dropped his hand to your pussy, rubbing at your clit. “I’m gonna be deep inside of you in just a second, sweetheart.”

You pushed your hips into his hand, and he laughed. “Greedy little thing.” He pulled away to take off his shirt and pants, leaving him completely naked on the bed in front of you.

“Fuck.” You whispered. You’d known he was muscular, but he was absolutely gorgeous like this, sculpted like he’d been made by Michelangelo.

And his cock… he was big, and he was hard, and you wanted him so badly you were practically salivating.

“Can I fuck you now?” He whispered, his hands hovering over your hips, waiting for your consent.

“Yes, Chan, please, yes.”

You watched as he lined himself up with your dripping hole. “Ready?”

You nodded. “Mhm.”

You put your attention to his face as he pushed inside, at the way his expression went slack as he went deeper and deeper inside of you. You tried to reach up to touch him, but the cuffs rattled loudly.  Something burned inside you. The restraints were turning you on.

His eyes snapped open. “You okay?”

“Yeah, just… it’s hot, not being able to touch you, while you touch me all you want.” You said shakily.

He smirked. “Good, that’s the goal.”

“Can you fuck me now?”

He pushed your hair back from your desperate expression, gently pressed a kiss to your forehead. “Yes, sweetheart.”

He started to rock back and forth, and it took a bit of adjustment before you found a position that was comfortable, but when you settled into it, it was heavenly. Chan’s cock hit spots inside you you didn’t even know existed, and you were soon seeing stars. You gently moaned with each of his thrusts, the sounds of his skin on yours and your moans and his strangled noises filling the room. Chan was so good at this, so good at figuring out exactly what your body needed.

Chan changed angles one more time, and you were suddenly crying out with every motion inside you. “Fuck, Channie, that’s so good, don’t stop!”

“I’m not gonna stop, sweetheart.” He grunted, his hands beginning to feel up your chest. “I’m not gonna stop. You feel so good around me, so warm, so nice and tight, fuck.”

You whined, glad you were being good for him.

Eventually Chan’s movements grew animalistic; his thrusts shorter, tighter. “I’m gonna cum, sweetheart.”

“Inside!” You moaned. “Cum inside, Chan, please, please, Chan, please— oh!”

You could feel him cum inside you just as your own orgasm hit, and you twitched through it while Chan collapsed on top of you.

Both of you were drained. Chan unclipped the handcuffs and took them off, and you cuddled under the blanket. “So cold.”

“It is.” Chan wrapped himself around you. “What do you say we take another shower, together, to warm up and clean off?”

You nodded, snuggling into his chest. “Yes, that sounds lovely.”

“That means we actually have to get out of bed, you know.”

You gave a long-suffering sigh. “Fine.”

[aakeysmash]

prompt:

reader getting injured because she slipped in the shower, sukuna has to help her get to the hospital, where reader gets some pain meds making her kinda high. she confesses to him while being high

content: fluff, crack. reader is in the hospital and blood is named but there’s no gore. yuuji and sukuna are siblings. i love sukuna and i need him in my life so bad… someone PLS be my sukuna

“So, just to be sure: one margherita for me and one with sausage for you?” Asks you Yuuji while putting on his shoes.

“Yup,” you answer, popping the p. “Can I just have a quick shower while you’re gone?”

“Uhhh, sure, let me go ask Sukuna,” your friend tells you smiling and rushing up the stairs of his home.

You and Yuuji have been best friends since forever. You remember the first time you both cried your eyes out at the park in kindergarten because a lizard had just eaten the ladybug you had been watching for half an hour. Since that moment you’ve been attached at the hip, your homework filled afternoons in high school turning to pizza nights when both of your work schedules allowed you to now.

“Big bro said sure,” comes Yuuji’s voice from the end of the staircase.

“I did in fact not say that,” growls Sukuna from behind him. Sukuna is the same age as you and Yuuji, but he always seemed older. Sometimes wiser, but sure as hell more annoying than his brother. Hotter, too, but that’s a topic for another time.

“I didn’t ask you to join me, big boy,” you say sarcastically, fake smiling. He crosses his arms, leveling you with a bored look.

“Yuu, if you aren’t fast enough you’re not going to find her corpse when you get back,” he tells his brother, still staring you up and down. Yuuji sighs, tired, then opens the front door.

“Make sure to not kill each other. I have a shift after this, stop bickering. You two act like siblings more than I do with you, Sukuna,” he reprimands you both. You and his brother roll your eyes at the same time, then you push him out, closing the door in his face. You turn around and find yourself face to face with Sukuna's menacing grin.

“You have 5 minutes before I come knock at the bathroom door with a kitchen knife, doll.”

You’re scrubbing yourself clean with a random pine body wash you found in the shower when the playlist you put before entering the stall stops. You’re annoyed, because now you’re forced to listen to Sukuna’s ugly songs from the bathroom wall (that he’s blasting just to annoy you), so you try to reach your phone. You’re on your tippy toes, not wanting to get out completely, when you trip and fall since you didn’t wash the soap away from your body. You bump your head on the sink in front of the shower, hard, and you muffle a whine. You close your eyes as hard as you can and open the shower head with the room spinning inside your skull.

“Don’t open your eyes, don’t open your eyes or you’ll fall… fuck, it hurts so bad,” you tell yourself while you speed run the end of the shower and blindly put your shirt over your head. It’s not the first time you've bumped your head on something, you were a crazy kid, so you’ve learned to open your eyes only when you physically can’t function anymore or you'll start seeing stars immediately. You barely get to put your pants on when you notice your forehead feels wet, and you didn't even wash your hair. As you get out of the bathroom wobbling you touch your head. When you open your eyes, you see blood on your hand. The room spins. You barely have time to look up and watch Sukuna coming out of his bedroom frowning before seeing black dots in your vision.

You try opening your eyes, but they feel so heavy. Your body feels rather stiff. What's this smell?

"Oh, she's waking up," a female voice softly says from somewhere next to your right.

"Thank you, miss, I got it from here," a rough voice responds.

"Make sure she drinks a lot, and keep a couple of painkillers near you. The scans show she doesn't have any internal damage, but she hit her head pretty hard. She's going to have a big bruise for a couple of days," the female voice continues. You hear the man making a sound of affirmation.

There’s a brief pause. "Your wife is very lucky. It's not every day that a man takes a woman up four flights of stairs by simple arm strength," the woman concludes sweetly, getting out of the room after he responds with a grunt and closing the door behind her.

"Your ass is lucky I lied or they wouldn’t have let me in, dumbass. Open your eyes, I know you're awake," the voice you now recognise as Sukuna says, getting closer. You try opening your eyes, managing to focus your gaze on him. Everything feels so fluffy, apart from your throat. You cough, and you think you see him rolling his eyes before getting you a glass of water and sitting beside you on a chair. You gulp it down, still feeling fuzzy, then you blink a couple of times.

You gape at him. He's cute. “You look funny,” you say, poking his cheek. He’s so squishy. Like a little mochi. A little mochi filled with strawberries. Strawberries and cream. He slaps your finger away, and you put on a hurt expression. He huffs.

“Why am I here?” You ask. The more you look at him, the more heads he seems to have.

“You fell in the bathroom,” he says, straightening up from the chair and covering your right leg with the duvet the hospital gave you. You raise an eyebrow at his gesture, and he just rolls his eyes again. “Don’t want you to also catch a cold. Yuuji would kill my ass.” You just hum.

“I caught ya when you already fainted. Yuuji came back home and panicked, but he couldn’t back out from work, so I was stuck with your ass. Took ya here but the elevator broke down. And I ate your pizza, by the way. All this is gonna cost ya 200 dollars, cash,” he lists, sprawling back onto his chair, deadpan.

Silence engulfs the both of you, and you don’t know what to say. You heard what the nurse said and you are searching for a way to bring it up, but the words in your mind are all scrambled. It’s probably the morphine that you realise they gave you, IV still attached to your left arm. You open your mouth to say something along the lines of “I’d like to thank your gym membership for this,” but instead the words that leave your mouth are-

“I’d like you to be my husband.”

His eyes snap to your widening ones. “Wait that wasn’t what-“

“Huh?” He just replies, dumbfounded. You panic, waving your hands in the air between you two.

“No, what I meant was- like- thank you for getting me up here- can you stop looking at me with your weird 16 eyes?- not that you aren’t attractive! You’re super hot! But that’s not- oh god,” you whimper, rubbing your face, noticing how you’re just making the situation worse. You prepare yourself for his snarky comeback, closing your eyes, but everything is silent.

Suddenly, you hear him snort. You crack your eyes open, touching the big cotton gauze they put on your forehead. You must be hearing things. It’s definitely the morphine, there’s no way Sukuna is actually laughing.

“Yes, I’m laughing, doll,” he says, chuckling. You widen your eyes.

“I said that out loud, didn’t I?” You cringe.

“Yeah, you kinda did,” he responds, smirking. You groan.

“Take me out to dinner first, damn,” he yawns. You jut your bottom lip out, frowning and giving him your middle finger. Then you register his words.

“You’d come? I mean, if I asked you out.”

“Well, if you’re paying,” he responds, shrugging. That’s still a yes, isn’t it?

He ruffles up his pink hair, black t-shirt straining across his bicep. You can’t contain the urge to poke the muscle.

“Stop touching me like I’m made of play dough, doll,” he sighs, slightly less annoyed than 5 minutes ago.

“Would you let me play with you if you were made of play dough?” you ask, words a little slurred, still poking his arm, and he flexes it. “Don’t show off,” you mumble.

“You’re even weirder when you’re drugged,” he grins. He kinda looks scary, though. If you didn’t know him, you’d piss yourself by looking at his sharp teeth.

“But would you or would you not?” You whine, dragging out the last word, letting your hand fall next to you. He misses the warmth of your hand, so instead, he just puts his on your thigh. To be warm, of course. The room is so cold. Yeah. Definitely because of the missing heat.

“Yeah doll, I would.”

[nakidoriii]

Smutty Drabble/Head Cannons

Prompt: how they initiate sex with you for the first time.

Characters: Isagi Yoichi, Shidou Ryusei, Oliver Aiku, Bachira Meguru, and Kunigami Rensuke

Warnings: MDNI!!! breeding kink, rough sex, dirty talk, and casual sex

All characters have been aged up! 21+

🅸🆂🅰🅶🅸 🆈🅾🅸🅲🅷🅸

You and Isagi have been dating for a month.

Has contemplated bringing it up to you for 24 business days.

Thinks about you when you aren’t with him.

Definitely has masterbated to the thought you. Especially when you wear his jersey. He LOVES when you wear his jersey.

Decides to take you out on a date somewhere nice before your first time with him.

But once you get home….. his demeanor is completely different.

Kisses you like it’s the last time he’ll ever see you.

He’s a munch!!!! Be so forreal..

He wants you to sit on his face and he’s so happy to be in between those thighs.

“You taste so fucking good. I can’t get enough of you.”

Praises you as you ride his dick.

“You’ve been waiting for that dick huh?”

After care king!!

🆂🅷🅸🅳🅾🆄 🆁🆈🆄🆂🅴🅸

You and Shidou have been texting for 2 weeks and he’s finally in your city.

Brutally honest about his intentions so of course..Y’all fuck on sight.

“The only dinner I want is in between your legs and I’m fucking starving.”

He will rip your clothes off of you if you aren’t fast enough.

Eats you out from the back because he’s an ass man (let’s be real.)

Loves when you deep throat him.

“You’re such a slut for me. Taking my dick allll the way down your throat. What a good girl.”

Fucks you in a head lock. (i'm not elaborating)

“You want my load, pretty girl. Don't worry, I’ll fill you up to the fucking brim.”

Lasts for a lonnnggg asss timmmeee.

Groans in your ear when he’s drilling into you.

“Fuuccckk, I love this shit. Let me fuck you all the time, kay?”

Makes you squirt.

He does exactly as he says and fills you to the brim with his cum.

Does after care but he has a breeding kink so he’s very slow to clean up his mess.

“Wanna go again, pretty girl?”

🅾🅻🅸🆅🅴🆁 🅰🅸🅺🆄

“What’s a pretty girl like you sitting here by yourself? I’d be happy to give you some company.”

Such a sweet talker.

He can’t help but to stare at your breasts halfway into the conversation. You don’t give a fuck because you know he’s not shit. You’re not looking for a boyfriend, just a good fuck.

“You wanna get out of here? I can show you a better time in my hotel room.”

Next thing you know, your panties are pushed to the side as he devours you.

HE'S A REAL EATER…( I stand by this)

Makes you squirt on his face and then kisses you after.

Suggest you ride him because he’s got a waist fetish and wants to see those gorgeous tits bounce.

“What a good lil cowgirl you are.”

After a while, he puts you in doggy style to get a another angle of your waist as he fucks you into the mattress.

Cums all over your ass.

Will clean up his mess and thanks you for the great pussy.

Leaves the minute you fall asleep.

🅱🅰🅲🅷🅸🆁🅰 🅼🅴🅶🆄🆁🆄

You and Bachira have been mutuals on social media for a few months. He comments on your stories, answers every poll you post in close friends and often flirts with you.

𝙱𝚊𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚛𝚊_𝟾: 𝙵𝚄𝙲𝙺

𝙱𝚊𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚛𝚊_𝟾: 𝚕𝚎𝚝 𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚛𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚒𝚗… 𝚒’𝚖 𝚝𝚛𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎 𝚗𝚘𝚛𝚖𝚊𝚕 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏𝚒𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞

𝙱𝚊𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚛𝚊_𝟾: 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝚋𝚎𝚊𝚞𝚝𝚒𝚏𝚞𝚕!!! 𝚜𝚘 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚢!!

His next game was in your city and he was so quick to invite you. You agreed of course.

After the game, texts you to come down to the tunnel so he could see you.

“You’re telling me I can’t take you back to Japan with me? Guess you’ll have to come over tonight so we can have a proper goodbye.”

It was a proper goodbye alright….

He greeted you at the door with a passionate kiss. It wasn’t long until his tongue was on your other set of lips.

He loves eating pussy too!! (Who would have thought :0

He teases you in many different ways but his favorite way is edging. (Standing ten toes down on this)

“I know you wanna cum but I love seeing you when you're all worked up like this.”

Fucks you on your side so he can get a good look at your face and ass.

Showers you in compliments and super vocal!

“Yea baby, just like that. You look so pretty when you take my cock.”

After care LEGEND. Cuddles with you after taking care of you. Rubs your back while talking about god knows what.

🅺🆄🅽🅸🅶🅰🅼🅸 🆁🅴🆂🆄🅺🅴

Kunigami sees you at the gym quite a bit. So often that you two started working out with each other.

“I’m trying to get like you. Your core strength is unmatched.”

Compliments after compliments! He’s a simp for you really.

He constantly spots you during every workout, touching you respectfully whenever he can.

Watching you work out is so difficult for him because all he can think about is how badly he wants to fuck you. He’s a gentleman so he controls himself but it’s getting harder.

“Do you want to go back to my place for dinner? As a thank you for all the core training.”

You both know what you’re coming over for and it’s not fucking dinner….

Once you get to his place, you complain about your back hurting.

He offers to massage it out for you (he thinks he’s slick….)

You pull your hair up, revealing the nape of your neck (His favorite spot) before he starts the massage.

Before you know it, you’re sitting on his kitchen counter getting your pussy ate.

He’s gentle when he eats pussy, savoring every moment of it.

Holds your legs open as you cum so he can continue as you orgasm.

Fucks you while holding you just because he can.

Isn’t very vocal but I have a feeling he grunts and WHIMPERS (Kunigami, the man you are)

Puts you in a mating press.

“Uhh, fuck. You’re gonna make me cum, pretty girl.”

Lowkey a gooner… he definitely makes the hottest faces during sex and when he’s cumming.

After care is his middle name!! Continues giving you the massage after he helps you shower. Goes into great detail about how long he’s wanted to do this as you fall asleep on him.

Wakes you up with head and cooks you breakfast. (I’m trying to be normal about him…)

These head cannons are a mix of true head cannons and my opinion!

Hiii Bluelock babes✨ I’m new to writing for this fandom so I thought I post some Drabble/personal head cannons! You can definitely tell who my favorites are Oop! Lol!

If you like the Bachira and Oliver head cannons you should read my mini series “Let the Games Begin".

Requests are open :)

Masterlist

Please do not alter or steal my writing ©️

[nightingale-prompts]

The Eldritch Coffeehouse-DCxDP prompt-part 2(I guess)

Part 1

Elle had a way of convincing people. Like how she convinced Damian Wayne that they were now best friends and to come over to her family's business after-school.

Damian was only going along with this because of the prodding of his family to make friends. This wasn't something that came easy to him as no one would understand him. But Nightingale had been more understanding than most in his life. She was very...nice. She had these big ideas that always went ahead of her and plans that were larger than life. She always had too much energy and found it hard in school to get it out. Naturally, she was head of the track team but she'd always complain about wanting to join the music club.

Jon had met her once while trying to sneak up on them at the end of the day. She pinned him in a triangle chokehold until Damian called her off. Damian didn't call her off immediately though.

She was still more apologetic than he liked.

"I can make it up to you guys. Let's go to my family's café! We can eat ourselves sick on pastries and cake! My brother should still be making hot chocolate right now!" She told them.

Damian was nice enough to tell Dick where he was going and to not wait up. Alfred was already in the car in front of the school and drove the three to the...graveyard?

"Thank you Mister Pennyworth! Do you want to join us?" Elle asked loudly but politely.

Alfred accepted graciously and agreed to stay for a cup of tea before heading back. He would come pick up Damian later.

The walk through the graveyard was daunting for Jon and only for Jon. It wasn't as scary as he thought since it was only the afternoon and the weather was warm. A few cats rested on tombstones soaking in the heat. A few birds gathered here and there hunting for worms and seeds. There were food and water dishes here and there for the felines and fresh seeds sprinkled on the grass for the birds.

"I usually clean and change the food dishes in the morning. But Dan likes to feed the birds."

Elle walked the row of mausoleums until she stopped at one and pushed the stone door open and a skipped down a stairs and opened the smooth mahogany door in the café.

Behind the counter a young man stood pouring drinks.

"Elle you're back. Take this cup to table 3." He said putting a cup and saucer on a serving tray.

"I just got here! At least let me change or tell you we have guests." She whined but picked up the trey and marched over to the table.

"Guests? I'm sorry. Welcome to the Catacomb Club. How can we make your afterlife?" He said smoothly.

"Elle said we could eat sweets," Jon spoke up first and Damian elbowed him.

"Oh? Well, we have a batch of leftovers from this morning. Since you're her school friends you can get some from the kitchen." The barista said.

"Yay! Thanks Danny!" Elle had returned and opened the door to the backroom to grab some fresh plates and loading them up with sweets.

"Anything I can get for you, sir?" Danny asked Alfred.

"Just an Earl Gray. Or an Early Grave as you call it on the menu." Alfred said.

***

Elle presents a variable buffet of sweets to the boys. She really meant it when she said eat themselves sick.

The menu had no shortage of available snacks:

Tombstone Tarts – Mini fruit tarts with gravestone-shaped pastry toppers. (Jazz's pick)

Phantom Opera Cake – Layers of dark chocolate and coffee mousse with a smoky glaze.(Save a slice for Danny's SPECIAL guest (Jazz STOP)

Ethereal Cheesecake – A white chocolate cheesecake with a "foggy" vanilla glaze (You can just slap the word ethereal on things when you can't come up with something witty.) (Watch me)

Shadow Éclairs – Black cocoa éclairs filled with blood orange cream. (DANNY STOP EATING THE ORANGES) (no)

Soulful Scones – Charcoal scones served with berry jam and clotted cream.

Midnight Mocha Cupcakes – Chocolate cupcakes with espresso buttercream and a ghostly fondant topper. (Ew fondant)

Cemetery Soil – Chocolate pudding "dirt" with gummy worms and cookie gravestones. (Dani ate all the gummy worms again)

Wraith Cupcakes – Vanilla cupcakes with smoky gray frosting and sugar ghost toppers. (Dani's favorite)

Blackberry Bat Muffins – Dark muffins with blackberry compote and bat-shaped toppers. (Save some for that Cass girl)

Candied Skull Pops – Lollipops shaped like skulls in eerie colors.

Necropolis Nougat – Black and white nougat with bits of candied nuts and dried fruit. (Dan's favorite) (Weirdo)

Spirit’s Whisper Bark – White and dark chocolate bark with ghostly swirls and edible glitter.(please don't let Dani eat the glitter)

Moonlight Marshmallows – Homemade marshmallows in ghost or crescent moon shapes. (Danny's favorite)

Blood Velvet Rolls – Red velvet Swiss rolls filled with red cream cheese frosting. (Dan's favorite) (you can't have more than one favorite) (watch me)

Just like the rest of the menu there were comments going back and forth.

"The workers seem to argue constantly." Damian said bitting into a tart

Jon was making his way through the cake pops first.

"Well, we are family. We argue all the time but we don't mean it. Although I'm still mad they didn't like my dessert list." Elle sighed.

"Like what?" Damian asked.

"I had so many ideas like Eyeball pops filled with jelly, Bloody Bones white chocolate covered in raspberry syrup, or Maggot Macaroons with gummy worms in them," Elle said wiggling her fingers to mimic worms. "But Jazz said they were too gross sounding to sell. Humans have such weak stomachs."

Damian wanted to point out that Jon wasn't human and even he turned green. Damian on the other hand was intrigued. Elle was always entertaining to listen to.

The three enjoyed their snacks after Alfred finished his tea and took off.

Jon's Kryptonian appetite helped get through the bulk of it because Damian stopped short to not spoil his appetite.

This was wise since the Cafe preparing to switch to its bar setting with a more lively Jazz band and dinner menu.

Jon groaned at the thought of more food as he rested his face on the cool polished wood that smelled faintly of rose incense. He should have noticed by now that something as off but his stomach has been a major distraction. Had it been his father then who was trained to sense the issue the jig would have been up.

You see, they were the only mortals in the room.

Not one heartbeat could be heard. Jon should have known so much earlier when Elle managed to surprise him without her heart rate going up.

"Dani- I mean Elle?" A voice from the kitchen called.

A young woman with long red locks came into view. Her dress, a 50s style black tea-length poodle skirt. Instead of the usual poodle pattern on the hem, there was a white skeletal cat. She had on a pair of balck frilled short gloves. Other than her dress she wore an apron with a black ribcage design that matched the uniforms of the other workers/family members here. Her teal eyes softened when she saw Elle sitting with her friends

"Yeah, Jazz?" Elle asked.

"Do you still want to go on stage tonight or do you want to stay with your friends? And do you still want dinner?" Jazz asked in succession.

"I'm still going to do my set. And can I get carbonara and a glass of...um..." Elle struggled to find the word for the liquid that every undead in the area came here for. "My medicine."

Damian's ear picked up the hesitation in her voice.

"You take a perception?" Damian said perhaps a bit thoughtless since not everyone wants to talk about their medical issues. But he had never seen her take medicine at school and didn't know a medication that would be taken later in the day that wasn't also taken early.

"Kinda, it's something I have to take to keep living. But it like it, the juice I mean. You'd like it too but you don't need it. Dan is kinda stingy with who gets some. You types aren't allowed. Only members." Elle knew that this place was an open secret. It's not like they kept their ghostly nature secret. Everyone just thinks they are keeping up the theme while they were all completely serious. Besides lying isn't their nature.

Still, Elle wasn't being completely honest which isn't something that comes naturally to her. Bending the truth will have to do.

Damian let it go for now. He didn't need to know her medical history...yet.

Jon was taking a nap now anyways. Damian stole his phone out of his pocket and sent a text to the Kent family in case they wanted to know where Jonathan was.

Ellehad to change clothes into her uniform and grab her violin. It wasn't a surprise to Damian who knew she like music but he had never heard her play. Now she was on stage playing with the folk band as the guest clapped and danced.

Jazz brought out some food for them to eat while Danny traded places with a tall burly man who was definitely the eldest brother.

As Damian ate he listened to Elle play...well the band play but it was mostly Elle who he was listening for. He heard a familiar voice from behind his booth and when he looked over it was none other than Jason fucking Todd talking to the bartender. Talking? I meant failing miserably to flirt and having the tables turned on him easily.

[barnxsromanxff]

Threesome | Josh x f!reader

| Do not repost any of my writes without credit to me

Prompt: No prank au. Being with Josh sexually is perfect, but could it be better adding someone else?

Pairing: Josh and Chris x f!reader

Warnings: mdni 18+ only! This is sexually explicit content. p in v, oral female and male, mutual masturbation, exhibitionism, vouyeurism, double penatration

A/N: wow… it’s been a few years. I decided to write this before there’s just not enough until dawn fics here. Where are they? if anyone knows some good ones with josh and chris send them my way!! Anyways it’s been a while so please be kind about my writing… thank you and enjoy!!

You and josh have an amazing relationship and sex life, throughout your relationship you two have grown more and more comfortable, knowing you can ask each other anything without facing any scrutiny. You just never thought you’d sexually be between your boyfriend and his best friend.

Everyone was in the lodge near the warmth of the fire, Ashley and Chris sitting close, Emily and Matt, Mike and Jess, Sam with the twins and of course you and Josh. For once there was no bickering, no mean looks, just a peaceful group of friends enjoying the peace and quiet of winter

You snuggled closer to Josh and smiled as he rested his hand on your hip giving it a small squeeze.

Your eyes wandered around the group landing on Chris, his features lit up by the amber glow of the fire. He smiled as Ashley spoke but he seemed unfocused, eyes glazed over. Your eyebrows furrowed as you looked at him, trying to figure out what was going on in his mind.

He pushed his glasses up and glanced over at you and Josh. Finally you noticed his eyes were staring at Josh’s hand placement on your side. Before you knew it he was looking up at you. You gave him a smile which he kindly returned, but you couldn’t help but notice a pink blush across his face.

Later as you all dispersed to your own rooms, red solo cups and beer cans were discarded as tomorrow’s issue. You and josh hand in hand went up the stairs, whispers exchanged in a rush as you hurried to get into bed.

His lips were on yours as soon as the door closed, the kisses were needy and rough. The smell of sex and alcohol filled the room as you continued. His hands danced on your body, both your clothes being a distant memory on the floor. His hands massaged your breasts, tongue lapping over your nipples. Soft cries left your lips as pleasure spread throughout your body. Your skin warmed as he touched and played with you. Before you knew it you were begging him to touch you more.

“Joshy… please, more.”

He smiled and complied, loving when you beg and you knew it too. He laid you onto the bed and pulled apart your thighs.

“So wet already.”

His tongue licked your inner thighs, growing closer to your heat with every swipe he did.

“Suck”

You motioned you to wet his fingers, popping them into your mouth with joy. He pulled them out and began to slip them into you. Your moans grew loud as his tongue licked your clit feeling closer and closer to orgasm.

Chris laid in bed watching as the time passed, sighing he begrudgingly pulled his blankets off and began out of his room. He moved to the kitchen looking for a clean glass to get water from. He grimaced looking over at the mess knowingly he would have to help clean.

Sighing, he finished his water and headed back to his room. As he passed Josh’s room he heard loud noises. He hurried worryingly as he heard a cry out, his hand rested on the door knob before he stopped suddenly in his tracks.

“Moan so he can hear you, I know you want it.”

He knew he shouldn’t, he couldn’t… could he? He pressed his ear snug to the door and kept listening. The bed rocked and pushed against the wall, but all extra noise was drowned out by your beautiful voice filling his head.

“Moan for Chris.”

Chris’ eyes widened with surprise hearing his own name, and even wider when you complied. Both Josh and his name leaving your lips like a prayer.

The bed squeaked faster and faster as his hips slammed into you, your face shoved down into the pillows. He held your hair in his hands as he wrecked your body.

“You like it rough huh? Imagine him with us now.”

The thought pooled straight between your thighs, moaning out in agreement. You loved when Josh mentioned Chris, it had started mostly as a joke but from how your body reacted the first time Josh knew it was more than that.

“C’mon beautiful let him hear it.”

Josh grunted and slapped your ass gaining another pornographic noise from you. Your eyes glazed over in euphoria, pure bliss spreading through out your body. Plea’s and cries left your mouth as you begged for more, you begged for Chris.

With the door cracked open Chris palmed himself not believing the sight before him. His eyes ran across your body, having the perfect side view of you and Josh. His length sliding into you with ease and body moving with every thrust. Sweat coated Chris’ forehead as he watched the porno unfold before him, praying no one would catch him in the act.

Before you knew it you were tossed over, your back flush with the comforter. Josh kissed and nipped and your neck, you whining with the lack of being full.

“I want you to put on a show for Chris.”

You blushed and smiled with a nod imagining him with you both. How he would stare into your eyes as Josh ruined your body, him touching himself begging for you.

Josh helped you up as you sank onto his cock, him stretching you out and filling you up once again. You sat up and let him see all of you bouncing up and down, that’s when you noticed.

Chris continued touching himself, precum wetting the front of his sweats. He watched every movement, every moan that left both of your lips. He watched Josh find the spots that made you tick, his body moving with yours. He traced his eyes up your body finally landing on your face. The pleasure you felt as you moved up and down Josh’s cock, and the look in your eyes when you saw him in the doorway.

Josh closed his eyes as he chased his high, wanting desperately to fill you up. His hands helping you up and down at a fast pace. He opened and saw you staring to the side of them, he glanced towards the door and saw his best friend jerking himself off, watching the two of you like a porn stars. With a laugh Josh continued helping you bounce on his cock, this time with more energy.

“Come here.”

You smiled at him and beckoned him, making Chris question if this was real of a dream.

“You heard her Cochise.”

Finally Chris walked forward, standing at the edge of the bed.

“Joshy let him join.”

You stuck out your bottom lip and pleaded with your boyfriend, giving him puppy eyes even if you knew he’d say yes you still wanted to ask. Chris swallowed and took a deep breath.

“Is… is this okay?”

You and Josh nodded in unison, giving Chris the confidence to shed his clothes. You looked at his body, seeing as it’s been the first besides Josh’s you have seen in a few years. Your mouth watered seeing his cock spring up and hit his stomach, pre cum dripping out begging to be touched.

You motioned him to come towards you which he hesitantly did. You encouraged him and placed your hand on his lower stomach right above his length.

“Is this okay Chrissy?”

He nodded with excitement and gave you a dorky smile which warmed your heart.

“Show him how it’s done beautiful.”

With Josh’s words you took Chris into your mouth, starting out slow and sweet. You took the tip and swirled your tongue around it watching him move with pleasure. Your moans being muffled on his cock as Josh began rubbing your clit. Your eyes watering taking his length in your mouth.

You looked up at him through your lashes, seeing him holding back his moans. You popped him out of your mouth and shook your head.

“Don’t hold back, let me- us hear you.”

You rubbed his thigh and nodded at him before continuing.

“Just like that, keep showing him. Isn’t she amazing Chris.”

Chris nodded before remembering what you said.

“She’s perfect.”

Josh laughed before halting his movements, he lifted you off him which made you stop and protest.

“How about we let Chris try?”

Your eyes widened as a smirk grew on your face. You nodded and looked up at Chris who seemed very excited.

Josh motioned Chris to lay down on the bed, you sat down on his lap leaving his cock to the side. You kissed down his chest and up his neck, your hands tangling in his hair. He moaned as you nipped onto his neck making your heart beat faster. Chris let his hands explore your body, feeling every curve and finally they found your breasts. He cupped them and massaged them, making you moan and grind on his thigh.

“Is this okay?”

You moaned in response and kissed along his face. The bed dipped as Josh sat beside the two of you, his fist pumping himself at the view. Your eyes locked with Josh who gave you some words of encouragement and rubbed your back, you leaned up and began kissing him. Your upper body on full display for Chris. A few ‘I love yous’ were said before you continued your affection towards Chris.

His cock was rock hard and slick from your saliva, you pumped him and began to sink down onto him. His girth stung at first as he stretched you wider, low moans leaving your lips. Chris closed his eyes and grunted as you fully took him in.

“Feels so tight”

You smiled at his words and leaned back down, your lips meeting his. His kisses being much different than yours and Josh’s, he was careful almost scared to break you. You suckled on his bottom lip and began bouncing up and down his cock like you did earlier for your boyfriend. Josh moaned and continued to encourage you.

“Chris doesn’t she feel so good?”

“Fuck… yes she does.”

Chris’ hands found your hips and began helping you back down onto him, his hips thrusting into you. You chanted his name as you began getting closer to finally finishing.

“Please Chris.”

His eyes met yours as you begged him, he looked at Josh who nodded.

“Cmon man you heard the girl, make her cum.

You nodded before an idea popped into your head.

“I want you both,”

Chris sucked in a deep breath as his eyebrows raised, looking at Josh for an answer.

“Anything for you babe, right Chris?”

“Right.”

With that you rearranged to have your back flush against Josh’s chest. His cock slick between your thighs, teasing your lubed hole.

Chris stood at the edge of the bed and admired what was in front of him. He jerked himself off before stepping closer, finally positioned himself at the entrance of your heat. Josh kissed your ear and asked if you were ready. With an eager nod, you spread your legs wider for Chris.

Josh slipped himself in first,

“Chris rub her clit, help her relax.”

Chris obliged and began rubbing circular motions, your moans grew louder with every movement. Finally Josh was able to go in and out with ease.

“Chris please, I want you in me.”

Chris smiled and lined himself up, teasing you before finally pushing in. You felt more full than you ever had, sure you and josh had used toys before but this was something completely different.

“Oh god, yes!”

You screamed out as they both thrusted into you, as one pulled out the other went in making sure you were always full. You felt used in the best way possible, with Josh sucking on your neck and Chris on your breasts tears brimmed in your eyes.

You continued to moan both their names as they became rougher with you, hickeys were scattered across your upper body from both boys. Leaving their own marks on you.

“I’m so close.”

You cried out wanting to reach your high, Josh took the opportunity to reach between the bodies and rub your clit getting you to the point of ecstasy. As you screamed you felt yourself go over the edge, pleasure ripping through your entire body. Warms filling both your holes and tears falling onto your face.

Curses from both boys followed as they chased their high, using your now limp body to finish. Chris pulled out fast, fisting himself to finish onto your stomach. His cum drilling down your body like a scene out of a movie, he wiped off his sweat with his forearm and continued to watch your limp body being used.

Josh’s thrusts became more erratic as he had moved you up and down with him, finally a moan coming from his throat as he shot out white ropes into your hole. Warmth filling your body as you opened your eyes to see Chris still staring above the two of you.

Your pants now filled the room, now realizing how silent it was without the sound of screaming or skin slapping against eachother.

Josh finally lifted you off him trying to be as careful as possible, laying you down gently before standing. He threw a rag at Chris before using another one to wipe down your stomach and inner thighs, rescuing slowly to both abused holes. You winced as he wiped both.

Chris cleaned himself off before helping Josh care for you, your eyes still closed.

“Chris can you crab her some clothes, first drawer.”

You smiled at the sound of them shuffling and a few words exchanged around the room. Finally, after a few minutes you opened your eyes to see both Chris and Josh in new pajama pants, and clean underwear and one of Josh’s shirts folded next to you.

Josh was sitting at the edge of the bed and Chris had pulled up a chair to be near.

Everyone looked rough, skin glistening and cheeks all rosey, hair messily left uncared for.

“Are you okay?”

Josh looked at you and all the new forming bruises on your hips and the scattered hickeys across your body.

You hummed and slowly sat up, reaching for the folded shirt.

“That was… amazing.”

Relief washed over the boys as they both smiled. You stood up carrying the shirt with you, leaving the underwear folded as you moved. Both boys unashamedly stared at your ass as you walked towards the bathroom.

Before stepping in you addressed them both.

“I’m gonna take a shower if either of you would like to join.”

Like lost dogs they both stood up and looked at each other before racing to the bathroom.

[runninriot]

your heart's safe with me

written for the @steddieholidaydrabbles Valentine's Day pop-up event and @steddiebingo main card fill for the prompt pre-relationship

rated: T | wc: 1.000 | tags: pre steddie, pining, love confessions, implied friends to lovers

   "If I have to see one more couple kissing, I'm gonna be sick. Can they just not? I'm already miserable, don't need them to rub it in like that," Steve groans and Eddie gets it; it's hard being single on Valentine's day.

That is, if you're name is Steve Harrington. Self-proclaimed former ladies’ man, who never really had a problem scoring a date until he lost his crown when he climbed off his high horse and became part of the loveless losers club Eddie's been a member of all his life.

   "Can't even go to Robin's for our annual Fuck Valentine's date because she's seeing her new girlfriend tonight. I mean, I love that for her but- god, it sucks being alone."

   "You do know who you're talking to, right?"

Steve turns to look at him, confusion making way for understanding.

   "Oh, uh, sorry."

   "You should be. I've never had a date on Valentine's day. Or ever, for that matter. But do you see me complaining? No. So suck it up, man. You'll find the right one. Maybe not today but- they're out there somewhere."

Eddie hates to even think about it but there’s no denying the fact that one day, he'll have to come to terms with Steve being in a relationship with someone that isn't him. It sucks, but that's just how things are.

   "You could come to my place after work," Eddie offers before thinking it through. "We can watch some cheesy romcom. You can complain about how unrealistic it is and I can make fun of you for crying over the happy ending."

This makes Steve laugh and Eddie takes it as a win; he loves making Steve laugh, loves the sound of it.

   "So that's a yes?"

After their shift, they separate ways only for Steve to make a detour home because he complained about needing to get out of his smelly work clothes and take a shower.

Eddie would've offered his shower and his clothes for Steve to change into but it’s better that way – better not to give his mind any more reason to create fantasies he definitely shouldn't have.

So, he uses the time to freshen up and clean up some of the bits and bobs scattered around his apartment. It's not messy, not really. Nothing like Wayne had augured when Eddie moved out to live on his own. It's more like organised chaos but because it's Steve coming over, Eddie puts a little more effort in it than he usually would.

An hour later, Steve finally arrives.

   "For how long it took you to get changed, I thought you'd be dressed up a lot nicer for me," Eddie jokes when he opens the door and finds Steve standing there in comfy sweats and hoodie, hair tousled but still unfairly good looking.

   "Sorry. Robin called because she was freaking out about her date, so I had to calm her down. You know how she gets when she's nervous." Steve shakes his head and sighs, smiling fondly, "But I stopped at the pizza place you like. Brought your favourite, as an apology."

His smile turns from soft to cheeky and Eddie happily takes the large box handed to him.

   "I could kiss you right now."

Eddie could kiss him always, but Steve doesn't need to know.

They get comfortable in the small but cosy living room, eating while watching the movie Steve chose - something about best friends who are obviously meant to be but too oblivious to realise it. Eddie's not really paying attention, just enjoys Steve's presence. Letting his eyes linger on the man beside him every now and then, smiling whenever Steve smiles, counting the moles on his face and neck, wishing he could kiss every single one of them. It's stupid, maybe even risky to gawk so openly, but Steve doesn't notice - or at least he doesn't call him out on it.

   "This is so stupid," Steve says and Eddie laughs because he's been waiting for it.

   "How do they not know? I mean- it's clear as day that he's into her. How can she keep looking for love when it's right there?"

   "Sometimes you just don't see what's right in front of you, I guess." Eddie swallows hard; he knows too well what it's like not to be seen.

   "Okay, sure. But then why doesn't he just- tell her. I mean, they're clearly perfect together."

   "It's not always that easy."

   "I'd want to know. If there was someone loving me like this, I'd want them to tell me."

Steve turns to look at him and Eddie's breath catches in his throat.

Does he know? Does he suspect something? That can't be. Eddie never told anyone about his feelings for Steve.

   "What if they're scared?" It already sounds like a confession and Eddie curses himself for not keeping his mouth shut.

   "Scared of what?"

Eddie scoffs frustrated.

   "I don't know, Steve. Rejection? Losing your best friend? Having your heart broken?"

He didn't mean to snap at him but this conversation really hits a nerve.

   "But what if..." Steve trails off, seems lost in his thoughts, "What if they love them back?"

Eddie has the sickening feeling that they're not talking about the movie anymore.

   "They wouldn't know unless the other person gives them a sign."

   "Something like that?"

Before the question even sinks in, Eddie’s lips are sealed with Steve’s that are tentatively pushing, opening up just enough for a hint of tongue Eddie chases with his own, falling easily into the rhythm of Steve's lead.

Eddie keeps his eyes closed for a long moment after they part, contemplating whether he dares to believe this is real.

   "Your heart's safe with me," Steve whispers sweetly and Eddie realises then, that this crush hasn't been so one-sided all this time.

Next year on Valentine's, he promises himself, he'll make it extra special for Steve. Tonight though, sharing pizza and kisses and confessions is enough to make it perfect.

[pedrettilov3r]

Darling

Pairing: Remmick x Female!Reader

Warnings: violence, language, vampires, blood sucking, smut, death.

Part two

a/n: I haven’t written in so long but Remmick has reawakened something in me and I had to write for him. Jack O’Connell I love you please keep playing horny characters 🙏 Thank you for everyone reading this I promise there will be a part two with the good stuff (smut smut smut) let me know if you wanted to be added to the tag list and feel free to send me prompts for Remmick fics!

Tonight was the night.

The Smoke Stack twins were opening up their juke joint. Stack had approached you that morning with their little cousin Sammie.

Money landed in front of you on the diner table you were wiping down. You sigh, and look up to the familiar face of Stack. “What the hell is you sorry ass doing back here?” You chuckle. “Good to see you too Y/N” he grins, his gold teeth shining the in the diner lights. You hadn’t seen his face since he left for Chicago, the memories of growing up with the boys flooding your mind and you found yourself engulfing the tough man in a tight hug. You hadn’t seen heard of their successes down in Chicago and you had been glad they made it out of this place, away from the awful memories that were impossible for them to escape here. “Is Smoke here too?” You ask as you continue cleaning the dishes off the table and the two boys follow you. “Yeah he’s just taking care of some..business.” He smirks in reply. “Business?” You eye the man, knowing how many illegal activities “business” could entail. “You better not let Mary know you’re here. She’s been heartbroken since you left and didn’t come back. She waited for so long and I don’t care if you’re my friend if you do anything to hurt her again I will beat your ass.” You laugh but the threat is truthful and Stack knows it too. Pain flashes across his face for a short moment before he covers it with his grin. “I heard about your mom Y/N.” Your eyes meet his and you try to hide the pain that fills them at the mention of your mother. “I’m sorry we weren’t here, trust me we wanted to be. I miss her but it was just too hard and anyways we had business. Understanding flashes across your face “Trust me she knew you loved her, even if you showed it in your own, messed up way.” You smirk “She loved you boys lie you were her own.” You knew how hard it must have been for them to come back here, but you were glad they did. Stack coughed the change the topic quickly, “about Mary..she knows.” You almost choke on your surprise, “and you’re still alive?” You question. “Apparently she knew we were coming home, she cornered me at the train station.” You shake your head, “I’m gonna kill her, she didn’t even tell me she was coming home.” Smoke chuckles, “Alright you guys are free to figure that out AFTER our grand opening, I need you alive tonight.” You look at Stack suspiciously “what is it you boys need?” He smiles at you “I knew I could count on you.” You roll your eyes at his antics, “We need you to make the place look real nice and welcoming so our guests can enjoy themselves and party.” He eyes you and pulls out his wad of cash from his coat pocket. “AND we will have blues music, see little Sammie here is the best blues man around. We were thinking that maybe you could some songs with him.” He bribes you by waving the money in the air. “You know I don’t sing no more.” You haven’t sang anything since your mom go sick, she was the one who taught you and you just couldn’t bear to do it without her anymore. You shake your head at the man’s request. “Y/N, you know you have the best voice around, there’s no one that can bring music to life and get people on their feet better than you. That’s exactly what our joint needs.” He eyes you as you still look unsure. “C’mon. For old time’s sake? “ He can tell what your problem is by the look on your face “Your mom would want you to sing.” You know he was right. “Fine. I’ll do it” You sigh taking the money from the man.

“Well I’d say I outdid myself,” you say taking in the beautiful decorations you put out at the mill. “I do say I think we will have a mighty fine time tonight boys.” You smirk at the twins. “Oooh this will be the best grand opening this side of Mississippi has ever seen. Thank you for your help Y/N. It looks great.” Stack puts him arm around you “They aren’t ready” Smoke says, he looks at his watch “We open in 30 minutes, let’s do this.” Him and Stack do they handshake and hug each other. You make your way to the extra room “I’m gonna change out of these disgusting clothes now.” You yell to the boys.

By the time you get done changing and doing last minute touch ups to the decorations people begin to file in. The mill fills up pretty quickly as people begin to mingle and grab drinks. You admire all the hard work you guys put in and finally feel yourself relax a bit when Grace slides a drink in your hand. You send her a grateful smile “Thanks doll” you wink. You see Mary walk in and scan the room. You can only assume she’s looking for Stack, that poor girl. Sammie stops her a you chuckle interested to see how this goes. “Boy if you don’t get the fuck out of my face” Mary shoots at Sammie. You can’t help the laugh that escapes your lips and they both snap their heads in your direction. “Damn Sammie you gonna let my little sis talk to you like that?” You give him a pat on the back, “Mary you remember little Sammie don’t you? You better be careful with your language his dad’s a preacher, remember?” Surprise takes over her expression “Little preacher boy Sammie?” She gasps and Sammie rolls his eyes at the two of you. You shove her “I can’t believe the twins knew you were here before your own sister!” You exclaim. She rolls her eyes at you but ignores the remark and turns her attention back to Sammie, “Sammie? Like little Sammie? You old enough to drink now?…cmon let me buy you a drink.” She pulls him to the bar as you make your way to the dance floor and you let the music take over your body. You find yourself forgetting where you are and getting swept up in the sweet sounds of Slim’s song.

Slim finishes his set and introduces you and Sammie to join him. You’re excited to play with the boy you’ve heard so much about. You start playing the music and immediately you feel it overtake you. The song explodes from your lips and your voices begin to intertwine together. Every person in the joint is on their feet and dancing as the energy of the music flows through them all. The building almost feels like it’s in flames from how alive it is. Sammie and your voice blend together like sweet honey and for a moment you think there could be some possibility of you making a career of this. Singing is what you loved to do, it tells a story and brings people together. You thought you had long let go of your desire for this but doing it tonight reignited that spark that you know will never really leave you. You and Sammie perform quite well together and you hope to yourself that this isn’t the last time you get to sing together. He has a passion for music that is rare and infectious and you just want to surround yourself with it. You finish the song and you are sweating the high of the song still lingering on your skin like a buzz. You and Sammie thank the audience together and you look at Sammie, who is quite distracted by Pearline’s gaze. “Why don’t you go make a move on her preacher boy, she’s giving you the eyes.” You wink at him. “You really think so?” He smirks at you. You laugh “Oh yeah. Go get her.” You pat him on the back and leave him to it chuckling. You go to grab a drink, you look around at everyone enjoying themselves, you knew the twins could throw a successful party but this was something else. Your eye stops when it sees Stack, standing by a closed door and covering his smirk. “What the hell are you doing?” You ask walking up behind the man. He shushes you and pulls you toward the door. “Preacher boy’s gettin some lickin,” he whispers with a smirk. You have to cover your mouth at the sound you are hearing through the door “damn he works fast,” you chuckle “good for him” you nod your head In approval. Stack laughs and leaves to find Mary you assume and you go to check on Cornbread since you have nothing better to do. You regret coming to this party without a date.

You walk up behind Cornbread and see three white folks walking up to the door. “What the hell” You whisper concerned to Cornbread. “Get the twins he says to Slim as the white folks begin to get closer. “Hey there!” He looks at you and smiles “Darlin” he winks in your direction. The man is attractive, you don’t know what it is about him that is pulling you in. His gaze is locked on yours intensely and you have to hide the blush that tries to creep up on your face at his forwardness. Of course this doesn’t go unnoticed by him and you can see the smirk that creeps onto his face. But when your eyes drift to his companions you are filled with anxiousness, they are eerily quiet and something about them makes you uneasy. “Good evening. How may I help you folks?” Cornbread asks politely but you can see the suspicious look on his face, you don’t like the looks of this at all and you hope the twins hurry their asses up and get her. The man chuckles at Cornbread’s question, “We heard tale of a party. Drink, food, blues music and the like.” Cornbread looks at you with concern and then back to the group “You did?” You ask suspiciously. The man nods “We like to drink Darlin, we happen to be musicians and we walked here so we hungry as dogs.” The man behind him chimes in “Woof woof” in a joking manner and the girl laughs at this but their mannerisms are seriously creeping you out. “You wouldn’t mind us coming in now would you?” Cornbread stops them “Uh I think y’all in the wrong place.” The woman chuckles “What makes you say that?” She questions.

Finally you see the twins coming to handle this situation and you let out a sigh. “You fellas must be the owners of this establishment.” The twins look at him suspiciously and Smoke speaks up “That’s right, and you are?” The man quickly responds “name’s Remmick, this here is Joan and Burt” he gestures to his companions. Sammie joins the group that has gathered at the entrance “Hey Stack y’all alright?” But before Stack can offer a reply to the boy Remmick is interrupting “ Oh you, you must be that voice I heard from out here. Oh it was beautiful.” The woman chimes in from behind him “Goddamn beautiful voice.” and the man adds “even through these walls.” God they are really starting to creep you out. “And who was the lovely lady singin with you?” Remmick asks. “That was me” You speak up but eye the man suspiciously. His gaze locks back to yours, your gaze doesn’t intimidate him, instead he just smirks “Oh of course Darlin, with a face like that you gotta have a beautiful voice to go with it. I could have listened to you all night long.” You don’t miss the suggestive tone he sends with the remark and your face heats up, but you bite your lip to hide your reaction. Smoke interrupts sending a threatening glare towards the man, “Where y’all from?” He asks suspiciously. The woman chimes in “Just down the road.” Something about their story doesn’t add up and everyone can sense it. “And how far is that?” Stack adds. “North Carolina,” Remmick replies. You and Smoke make eye contact, and he continues to question the white folk “Y’all klan?” He says taking a drag from his cigarette. Remmick snaps his head up in surprise at the question and shakes his head, “Sir, we believe in equality. And music, just came here to play, spend some money, have a good time.” He stutters at the question a bit but for some reason you believe that part of his story. You just can’t figure out what they are actually here for. “Here I’ll show you,” he continues and the they pull out their instruments and start playing. They aren’t bad at all Stack even starts dancing a bit to the song but you are still suspicious and you can see that Stack is too. “Hold on,” Stack cuts off their song and Remmick seems a bit unhappy with that “Wha- It was just about to get good.” Smoke replies “I believe you. But this here a Juke Joint.” and Stack chimes in from beside him “Blues Music.” The man from behind Remmick speaks up “We have money and we ready to spend it with you.” And Remmick adds annoyed at the twins “We sounded damn near perfect and you saying we ain’t welcome?” Smoke cuts the man off “No I’m saying you get down that road and you get back into town. Plenty of white barrel houses down there.” Remmick scoffs at the man “Oh this is cause we’re” he gestures to the color of his skin “alright.” You see Remmick look towards Mary and then towards you, you swallow nervously, knowing how this looks to him. “How’d they get in?” He questions pointing towards you and Mary. You’re about to spit a remark back at the man when Annie interrupts “They here cause they family.” Remmick looks suspiciously at you, “family?” He doesn’t seem satisfied with that answer. “Can’t we just, for one night, just all be family.” You’re standing in the doorway and he inches dangerously close to you as he says this. In the corner of your eye you see Smoke reach for his gun and the man backs up from you, “You don’t need to do that Sir, We’ll be on our way.” He slowly starts backing up and then speaks up again, looking directly at you this time. “But we’re gonna walk real slow, just in case y’all change your mind.” He winks at you and then turns his back. “Y’all have a nice night.” Stack calls to the group.

“They gave me the willies.” Annie says with an anxious look on her face. You chime in “Yeah something about them just wasn’t right” You smirk and then continue “That Remmick guy was kind of charming though.” Mary scoffs at your comment “Y/N you just think that because he was totally giving you the eyes.” She shoves you playfully. “No he wasn’t..was he.” Stack laughs at you “Definitely, but don’t do anything stupid Y/N, he’s not good enough for you.” You roll your eyes at the man always acting like your protective brother. Smoke brings the conversation back to topic, “You think they brought company?” You shake your head “I doubt it.” And Stack adds “We got enough pepper on us if they did.” Smoke replies “Shit we forgot the trunk” and the boys begin arguing about who was supposed to remember it. You break up their argument “Y’all don’t need the trunk, there was just three of them.” And Stack adds “Now listen to me, what if they just came to sing.” Smoke argues back “And what if somebody spilled something on em, step on they shoes, look at they woman a bit too long. We gonna have a bigger problem than just a fight.” You know he’s right. “Don’t let them in” He adds to Cornbread.

After that the party went back to being normal, the three white folks didn’t pose a big enough threat to ruin the night and you knew the twins could easily take them. You couldn’t get that man out of your head though. His intense gaze and the way it lingered on you, the suggestive comment he made to you, something about him was intoxicating to you. You looked out the window and saw the three folks still playing music outside, he intrigued you and you wanted to know more, but you also didn’t trust him. What were they doing out here at this time of night and how did they hear about the Juke Joint anyways, it was all suspicious to you. But you had to know. You saw stack from across the joint and made your way to him “Give me your gun,” you demanded with your hand out. He looked at you surprised by the demand, “What the hell do you need that for Y/N?” You roll your eyes at his arguing, “I’m gonna go out there and see what those folks really want, and find out how much money they have.” You say persistent. “Hell nah.” He scoffs at you and you are getting irritated at his resistance. “Listen Stack, you and I both know that you need money cause you ain’t got a lot left to spend.” His stone look changes to one of surprise, “yeah it doesn’t take a genius to figure it out, and lets be honest those folks aren’t gonna tell you you anything but I think I can get him to talk for me.” You say smirking and Stack knows exactly what you mean, he shakes his head. “Ain’t no way I’m letting you go out there and do that.” You roll your eyes “I’m not gonna have sex with him, I’m just gonna seduce him a little until I get the information I need from him. And also I don’t need your approval I’m going out there whether I have your gun or not.” He looks at you and knows you wont budge, the two of you are both stubborn but he knows he will always lose the fight. He pulls out his gun and places it in your palm, you slide it under your dress and attach it to your undergarments. “Thanks.” You turn and walk away. “Be careful.” He calls to you and you roll your eyes at his concern.

[eatfishies]

caught red-handed | 🔞

summary: It's your turn to do laundry to repay Caleb's hard work.

or

Caleb caught you sniffing his boxers.

word count: 2.6k words tags: NSFW, caleb x reader (afab), second person POV, porn with feelings, oral sex (cunnilingus), clit play, swearing, vaginal sex, vaginal fingering, pet names, vaginal ejaculation, creampie, lowk breeding kink (?), caught masturbating, pervert reader basically (caleb is too lmao) fish notes: T__T sorry for the delay ! but i hope all of you enjoy and like it !! still getting the hang of writing caleb so pls excuse any ooc ueueue ... ＞﹏＜ ── ao3 link ★ ˙ ̟ | my twt !

“I’ll text you later, okay? Don’t miss me too much, pipsqueak!” Caleb shouted before closing the front door with a soft click. 

The both of you were supposed to have a relaxing day to unwind from the stress and demands of work but something unexpected occurred at the Fleet, requiring Caleb’s immediate attention. Having had no choice, he promised to make it up by cooking your favorite dish and let you pick the movie for tonight’s plans. 

Sighing, you spent the whole day lazing around and watching the drama you’ve been dying to finish. Five hours later, a loud whimsical beep echoed across the room, prompting you to click on the pause button. Oh, the laundry is done. You stood up and strode over to the machine, grabbing the basket and began to pull out the freshly dried clothes. 

Normally, Caleb would be in charge of laundry duties, preferring to do most of the household chores while you take it easy but for once, you wanted to repay his acts of service. He always took care of you, even when you were both kids — it filled your heart with a swell of warmth and love at the thought of him. Shaking your head, your hand clutched onto the pair of boxers. 

Your eyes widened slightly as you stared at the cloth, your hand instantaneously gripping it. To say that you hadn’t imagined Caleb hovering above you and taking you to bed would certainly be a lie. After all, you tried your best to suppress the emotions bubbling inside you. He’s just your best friend, one that grew up with you, that’s all. You reasoned with yourself yet you struggle to come to terms with the fact that you have long stopped seeing him as just a mere best friend. 

The lines have long since blurred and perhaps you were too ashamed to admit that you do need and crave for him. You threw a glance behind your back, ensuring that Caleb hadn't returned home before you brought his clean boxers up to your nose, taking a whiff of it. It smells just as you predicted it; a faint apple scent paired with laundry detergent mixed with his natural body odor. A smell that is uniquely Caleb and only belonged to him, and it drove you wild. 

You straightened up, yet you didn’t let go of his briefs, keeping it firmly up to your nose to breathe in the arousing scent of the man you secretly loved for years. Shifting your legs, you can feel your panties growing wetter, your thoughts racing haphazardly and morphing into something much perverted — lewd and undeniably inappropriate. 

Lost in the moment, you find yourself slipping a hand below the waistband of your shorts, reaching in and feeling the damp between your legs. Fuck, I should be ashamed of myself, you mused to yourself as you start to slowly rub your clit through the fabric. 

“Oh? Whatcha doing there, pips?” 

You froze, your hand stilling the second you heard Caleb’s familiar voice. Fuck, you were so sure he wouldn’t come back anytime sooner. He had texted and assured you that he won’t be home until seven. And yet, here he is, watching you with an amused glint glazing in his eyes and a smirk on his lips.

As you pulled your hand out and spun around to face him, his gaze burned into yours with a fierce intensity. Something much darker and primal and it sent you reeling with need. All coherent thoughts and logical reasoning ceased as soon as he observed you carefully. Seeing him in that Fleet suit does nothing to dwell the aching need stirring in the pit of your stomach.

He hummed, “Did I catch you red-handed?” He said in a low tone, stepping closer until you were mere inches apart from his face. He leaned down and stared deep into your eyes, “Were you touching yourself while sniffing my boxers? So naughty… and here I thought you were just an innocent little hunter.” His voice was mocking almost with an undercurrent of something much more sensual.

Swallowing the lump in your throat, your grip on the garment loosened as you suddenly overcome with a strong sense of embarrassment washing over your body. The prospect that you might have ruined the pure friendship you shared with Caleb was daunting and you couldn’t help but feel guilty for being perverted and letting your desires win. 

You opened your mouth to utter a quick, clumsy apology but Caleb raised a finger and held it up to your lips, “Shhh… no need to say anything else. You know, you’re not the only one who has been doing such lewd acts.” He tucked a strand of hair behind your ear, “Why do you think I keep offering to do your laundry, hm? Don’t tell me you never suspected a thing.”

The revelation made your eyes widened in shock – after all this time, Caleb wasn’t just being a helpful, thoughtful best friend, no, he was doing it with intention. His words ignited chills all over your spine as you recalled his other kind gestures, wondering if those too, were filled with lewd motives. You should feel disgusted, betrayed even but that would be hypocritical of you.

Neither of you were innocent from this; you’ve stolen his clothes more times than you can count, keeping it hidden in your wardrobe and sniffing them whenever you start to miss him a little too much. Though that started to sound like something straight out of an omegaverse novel… now that you think about it. Still, you couldn’t help but stare up at him in disbelief.

Caleb tentatively cupped your face, his piercing gaze burned with intensity and barely concealed lust. “May I…?” He asked softly, awaiting your answer – the ball is in your hands now, all you had to do was give him the permission to let him completely devour you whole. Your throat was dry and you can’t seem to form the words you wished to convey towards him, so instead, you nodded. 

With your consent, Caleb leaned in and captured your lips in a kiss. It started off slow and gentle, reminding you that you’re the one in charge here. His boxers long forgotten, falling off of your grasp and onto the floor. Your hands found its way to fist his shirt and pulled him closer. The bold action made Caleb moan in return, yet he quickly overpowered you, kissing you with fervor; desperate and hungry for every inch of your warm mouth. 

Your back hit the laundry machine as the kiss escalated, his tongue slipping inside as you opened your mouth wider, giving him access. The sensation of his tongue grazing through your cavern made you want to buck your knees in ecstasy. It was pure bliss and all you could feel was heaven in between his lips. 

Caleb broke apart, a string of saliva dribbling down to his chin; a testament to the heated makeout you both engaged in. When he spoke, his voice was raspy and heavy with need, “You have no idea… how long I’ve waited for you. This is everything I’ve ever wanted.” 

Hearing his declaration made your heart soared – years of pining and admiring your childhood best friend from afar led up to this very moment right now. Sure, you were caught in an embarrassing circumstance but hey, at least you got what you wanted in the end right? Caleb caressed your cheek, “Tell me, tell me that you want this too. That you want me.” 

An undercurrent of insecurity bleeds through his voice, despite everything and how close you two are, Caleb is still hesitant to cross the lines you two had. Fear that the friendship might’ve been broken beyond repair but before Caleb could spiral any further, you gave him a reassuring smile.

“Of course, I want you too, Caleb. Just as much as you do.” 

That was all he needed to hear as he scooped you into his arms and princess-carried you into the bedroom. He laid you down gently, looming over you. “Let me take care of you, baby.” He said before claiming your lips once more. 

In the midst of your makeout session with Caleb, his fingers deftly stripped your clothes off. The movement was clumsy and hasty but the both of you were too eager to care. As Caleb finally unhooked your bra, he pulled away to stare down at you. His sunset-eyes glazed with burning desire as he took in the sight of your naked body.

“Beautiful. My gorgeous and pretty baby.” He leaned down to press a kiss to your neck, sucking onto the flesh, leaving a mark for everyone else to see. “All mine.” He murmured as he descended down to trail kisses down your skin. 

Each kiss enveloped you in chills as your stomach fluttered with butterflies. Caleb inched closer to your dripping sex, biting your inner thigh, making you gasp. He only smirked at your reaction, licking the blooming hickey as he spread your legs. “Don’t hold back. I wanna hear everything.” 

It was the only thing he said before his tongue flicked over your clit. The whimper that escaped through your throat only spurred Caleb to make you feel good. He licked your folds steadily, keeping his gaze fixed on you. The eye contact was enough to fuel the fire churning inside your veins. Sensing how much you liked it, Caleb then suckled the nub as you moaned wantonly.

“F- feels too good…! Caleb!” You keened, gripping his hair firmly. If it were up to Caleb, he would happily die being buried in between your legs. He lapped against your bundle of nerves, “That’s it… feel good for me.” He uttered, his voice slightly muffled as he continued to eat you out with vigor, determined to make you lose yourself. 

Nothing turned him on much more than to see you at his mercy – to let you surrender all of you to him. Caleb would do anything to ensure you were happy, loved and cared for. In every aspect and in every way, he’d go to great lengths just to see that smile on your face (or that blissed out look). 

He suckled and swirled his tongue over your clit, gradually picking up the pace as he slipped a finger in. Immediately, your pussy clenched and fluttered around his digit. Caleb thrusted deeper and curled, making you see stars. 

The dual sensation further heightened your budding release. His other hand held your thigh as he redoubled his efforts, lapping at your clit and scissoring your gummy walls in tandem. You threw your head back, “I- I’m coming!” 

With one last suck and thrust, you climaxed all over Caleb’s face. He moaned against your sensitive flesh, holding down your stare as he slowed his ministrations. Your body trembled as Caleb pressed a lingering kiss to your clit and withdrew his finger out.

“The tastiest thing I’ve ever had.” He spoke breathlessly, a smirk curved on the side of his lips. You can faintly see the pussy juice coating his mouth and down to his chin. It should’ve sent you reeling with a lifetime of pure embarrassment but in that moment all you could think of is how fucking hot he looked.

You reached out to caress his cheek and beckoned him to meet your lips in a tantalizing kiss. Caleb willingly gave you everything you desired. You can taste yourself on his tongue — sweet and slightly tangy. 

A surge of pride swelled inside Caleb’s chest as you lay pliant and satisfied beneath him. He broke the kiss, resting his forehead against yours, “Think you’re ready for more?” He asked even though you had affirmed to him that yes, you wanted this as much as he does.

Nodding, you cupped his face, “Yes… I want to feel you inside me. Please.” You pleaded, hoping the sincerity and love swirling in your eyes managed to get through him. Caleb searched your face for any signs of hesitation or discomfort yet found none. 

And so, he leaned back and began to undo his clothes, carelessly discarding it onto the floor. His erection stood tall and proud. The sight made you swallow, your throat parched all of the sudden. He started to stroke it, his expression filled with intense devotion directed towards you and only you. 

“Hurry…” You whimpered, couldn’t take it anymore. You needed him in you now. No more teasing touches or glances — the both of you had waited far too long to be tiptoeing around one another. 

Caleb teasingly rubbed his shaft on your slick folds, prodding at your entrance. The mewls you emitted made his cock throb painfully with need. Without wasting any time, Caleb gently eases himself into you, burying his member deep inside your warm walls. He groaned, “Fuck… pipsqueak… you feel incredible.” 

This was better than anything he had imagined. No more uselessly fisting his cock and sniffing your panties; he had finally captured you right where he wanted and he won’t ever let you go now. Caleb sets a steady rhythm, the squelching sounds radiated off of the room, making him even more aroused. He locked his gaze with you as he moved his hips forward, hardly believing that this is real, that you’re here and you’re finally his.

“Faster… move faster… please.” You begged, yearning to feel him deep inside you. Tears pricked at the corner of your eyes, seeking out the addicting friction, anything really to quell this insatiable hunger fuelling inside you. 

The brunette must’ve taken a hold of your desperation, at how you feebly reach out to him to wound your arms around his neck. Caleb held your hips and leaned down, murmuring close to your ear, “Hold on tight, baby. I’m gonna make you feel real good.” 

Was what he said before picking up the pace, ramming into you with a single-minded focus. All he cared about at that moment was the feeling of your body and his – joined together at last. Intertwined in each and every aspect. Your souls mingled with his, sealing off your fate that Caleb is the only person you needed. Your best friend and your lover, all in one. 

You fluttered your eyes shut, your keening cries spurring Caleb to bring you to the edge. The way your pussy clenched and fluttered around him, taking him every girth and length deeper until it hit your G-spot. Hearing the pitch in your voice rising, Caleb continued to thrust repeatedly into that special spot, determined to make you come around his cock. 

Caleb grunted, “Come on, come for me. You can do it, be a good girl and come.” He urged you on, his pace unfaltering. You pulled him close and crashed your lips against his as you felt your body stiffened before finally going lax. Caleb happily reciprocated the kiss, swallowing your moans as you trembled beneath his grasp. 

Seconds after you came, Caleb followed suit. His cock erupted inside your spasming cunt, filling you up and breeding you full. You whimpered into the kiss, your body going pliant from the strenuous coupling. Caleb broke apart, panting as he rested his forehead against yours, peering down into your glassy eyes. 

“That was amazing.” He pecked your lips, “Thank you… for trusting me.” He spoke breathlessly.

A soft smile etched on your face as you cupped his face, “Hey, of course I trust you. More than anything.” 

As night fell and engulfed the house, you and Caleb remained in each other’s embrace. He held you close, stroking your hair tenderly as you slept. He pressed a kiss to your forehead and muttered, “I won’t ever leave you. You’re my everything.” He vowed – a promise that he would uphold and fulfill till the end of time. 

[transboyswitchytales]

'Plus One?'

Agatha All Along Week! Day 2 Prompt: Fake Dating / Fake Marriage

@agathaallalongweek

Agtatha x Reader x Rio

You had to go to Wanda and Natasha's stupid wedding. And you were the reason they were together. It was all too humiliating. And you didn't even bring a date, or did you?

Smut / Threesome / Dancing / Fake Dating / Fake Wedding / Bucky is oblivious / Oral sex / Hickies / Drinking / Cheesey Wedding Music / Jealousy / Possessive Grabbing / No Foreplay my friends

NSFW 18+ MDNI

My Masterlist

You’d missed the actual ceremony because it felt a little too tedious to have to watch that AND go to the reception. 

So when you walked into the gorgeous outdoor venue with the white giant tent and the dance floor it was a little overwhelming. But you quickly took a champagne flute off of a waiters tray and walked over to a corner of the room.

You spotted Natasha and Wanda, they were wearing gorgeous white dresses and kissing. Cringey lovey dovey music played from the band and they swayed and laughed in each others arms. 

Well this was fun. 

You took a swig of the champagne and looked down at your dress wondering if it was the wrong choice? You downed all of the champagne now, and looked around for the open bar. 

As you made your way around the outside of the dancfloor not touching the wood floor with a ten foot pole. Going stag to a wedding was bad enough, dancing alone would have you committed.  

When you finally got to the bartender he eyed your dress twice and you realized you’d over dressed with it. But you asked him for a gin and tonic and he turned away from you to fill a glass with ice. 

That’s when you heard Wanda call your name, oh fuck. You plastered a smile on your face before turning around and pretending to be excited.

She squealed obnoxiously and danced a little before grabbing your hand pulling you into her for a hug. 

“Wow, you look so beautiful!” You compliment her and she does another little dance from side to side. 

“You look great too! You really clean up nice! So where’s your date? I can’t wait to meet them!” 

You’d been worried about this. You stupidly put on your RSVP that you’d bring a date. Then you’d gone to your coven meeting and Lilia had that good wine. You’d bitched to your coven about the wedding with your two exes. That you were the reason they’d gotten together and you’d all three used to have threesomes. 

And now they were in love and you were alone. Alice offered to hex them. Jen gave you a face peel and some bubble bath products. Lilia hugged you close reminding you, you would never be alone because you had a found family of coven members who loved you. 

But you’d gotten drunk at the meeting and passed out on Agatha’s sofa. She’d stayed on the love seat next to you, lying and saying she’d been worried you’d choke on your own vomit. But Agatha made your favorite cappuccino with her fancy coffee machine and even an omlete for your hangover. 

Agatha and Rio had been your best friends for many, many, many years now. You knew them very well. You even knew about Nicky. While Agatha and Rio weren’t together anymore you wished they were. If anyone deserved happiness it was your two best friends in the whole world. 

Rio called you when you got home and asked when the wedding was. You’d told her and then she told you she’d just found a new foreign film that you needed to see. 

So she drove to your apartment, which both Agatha and Rio had a key to. Walking in like she was in Cheers. Because Rio never knocked anymore, and you didn’t need her to.

The two of you cuddled on the sofa and read the subtitles. Rio didn’t leave that weekend, and neither of you found that odd. On Sunday you hadn’t texted Agatha good morning like usual and she’d grown concerned and walked into your apartment to find you and Rio screaming at your flat screen. 

Agatha held an iced matcha latte with lavender and you jumped as she slammed the door behind her, clearly mad. 

“Oh shit! Aggie I forgot to text you this morning, I’m sorry! Wanna watch Donny Darko? Rio’s never seen it and she’s pissed at every character.” You told the older witch who was ignoring how Rio threw her empty plastic cup at the screen in irritation. 

Agatha didn’t need a second to decide, walking across the living room to your left side and handing you the drink. You curled into Agatha’s side and whatever upset the older witch had at you not texting her back left her body. 

You loved them.

And to be honest you’d never even thought of asking one of them to go to this thing with you. They hated Nat and Wanda, never finding anyone you dated ‘worthy.’

 So you figured Rio would probably have replaced the flowers in the flower girls basket with worms.

 And Agatha would have invaded Natasha’s magicless mind and made her think the chappel was burning. Just to see her react absurdly scared as Wanda gave her heartfelt vows. 

Yeah that wasn’t a good idea. 

So you were here in tall stiletto heels, a gorgeous dress, hair pinned up, alone. 

And Wanda was asking why you checked yes to a date. 

“Well..” You start and that’s when a hand falls on your ass and you jump.

“Hiya hon, sorry parking was terrible! I’m glad you got a drink I’m thirsty. Oh hello Wanda, nice party. Our’s was…well bigger and we booked that really great band the one Lorna used to sing with.” Agatha’s voice shook you as you turned and her hand stayed on your body. 

It felt..so good. What the fuck was happening? 

Agatha took the oppertunity to lean down and kiss you on the lips. You melted into the kiss and it wasn’t a peck, Agatha was kissing really you. 

You’d dreamed of this of course, but never knew it would be this wonderful in reality. 

When Agatha pulled back she smiled at you, not a performative smile either. She’d worn a suit, oh my god Agatha looked so good in a suit. Agatha subtly found your hand and you didn’t look down but felt her slide a ring on your finger. 

“Forgot this in the car my silly girl.”  

“You got married?” Wanda said and you could tell she didn’t like that she didn’t get an invite. Your mouth opened but no words came out. 

“Of course we did, Wanda you of all people know what a catch my wife is. Cant’ believe you didn’t put a ring on her. But your loss is my gain. She’s so delicious in this dress isn’t she?” Agatha’s sexy hand found the back of your neck and her gaze warmed your flushed body as she studied your blue dress tight dress.

“Wait, I thought you said Agatha didn’t like you back?” Wanda said it a little harsh and Agatha’s eyebrow raised. Oh well so much for a fake marriage being the most shocking thing in this conversation. You were quick to try and deflate it. 

Knowing Wanda had been so worried about Agatha. Always jealous of the time you spent with her. Swearing that you two were cheating and that you were lying to her. 

“We-” You start but Agatha cuts you off. 

“You thought I’d wait after you left? I was just being patient. But I don’t have to wait anymore. I gotta tell you, the thing she does in bed to me, well you know. I’ve never felt a tongue that can do that!” Agatha laughs and Wanda’s ears turn dark red.

 How in the fuck Agatha could be so chipper and cut your ex down to the bone was confusing. Agatha had an art for pissing people off, but this was different. Agatha was out for blood. 

“Wow I mean that’s, wow. So um when did you get married?” Wanda asks and just as Agatha is about to answer you hear Natasha calling for Wanda. You can’t see her from the crowd of people. 

Taylor Swift is being sang loudly by the band; ‘You Belong To Me.’ Which of course Wanda would demand that song at her wedding. 

This was all such a cliche and yet you didn’t want it to end. Not while Agatha’s hand was firmly on your ass and neck so tenderly. 

But Natasha pushed through the crowd arm and arm with…Rio?

You heard Agatha curse lightly under her breath, realizing that she wasn’t the only one with this plan now.

 Rio was wearing a blazer and no button down under it. Her gorgeous breasts on display as dark lipstick looked good enough to kill on her mouth. 

Her heels clicked on the floor and you were sure she could kill someone with the stiletto.

Rio uncovered her arm from Natasha. Natasha had never liked Agatha either, much like Wanda. She knew Agatha was a threat. Rio however had charmed Natasha so that Rio could manipulate more time shared with you. Wanda had not fallen for this trick. 

But Rio bought Natasha a ticket to go visit family. And Nat had said how you just had the most amazing friend. Little did she know Rio stayed at your home the whole time. You both went to baseball games, a play, out for lunch everyday. Rio was just getting the woman out of the way. 

Nat wasn’t stupid though, she caught on, eventually. Wanda could never decide in an arguement with you who she didn’t like more, Rio or Wanda. 

So it wasn’t super shocking that Nat was being a little chummy with Rio. 

But your friend didn’t get the hint of Agatha’s hand on your ass and the ring on your finger. 

“Pookie I’ve been looking everywhere for you! I need my dance partner! I can’t leave you alone here for two seconds. Not in that dress! Someone will try and steal my girlfriend!” Rio said before leaning down and kissing you slow, you heard her moan. And grab your jaw to deepen the kiss.

Agatha was startled for a moment before clearing her throat. Rio broke the kiss and looked at Agatha confused. 

“Girlfriend?” Wanda asked more confused than Rio.

“Yes, you didn’t think she’d stay single did you? Have you seen her naked?” Rio teased Wanda but Agatha cut in. 

“Well after we got married obviously Rio became a more perminent part of our relationship. We are all together.” Agatha answered and Rios head whipped to the side to look at her ex and you.

Taylor Swifts lyrics rang out:

‘Can't you see that I'm the one who understands you?

Been here all along, so why can't you see?

You belong with me’

“Right!” Rio’s mind rebooted and she caught on in time. 

“Guess we did have something to worry about after all!” Natasha joked but it wasn’t funny to anyone. She came over to her new wife and held her close. Now that felt more like a possessive gross hold than anything else. 

“So you married Agatha and are both dating Rio?” Wanda repeated never one to understand complex relationships, and Rio fell to your left side and Aggie to your right. Their arms holding onto your hips.

It felt like you had an army behind you now.

The bartender pushed your drink onto the bar and you reached for it and drank before answering. 

The ice clicked in the glass before you eyed your exes.

“Well you knew I always had a thing for them. And you know how hard I cum in threesomes. Is it really so shocking?” You explain and feel both your best friends painted nails dig into your dress. Was that jealousy? Or enjoyment? 

No, they were doing this as your friend.

Wanda and Nat didn’t look as happy as before. 

Good! You thought triumphantly. 

“Oh Aggie, let me take our girl onto the dance floor. Will you order us some drinks?” Rio said and you were so grateful for a chance to leave.

“But-“ Agatha tries to stop Rio who takes your drink and gives it to Agatha. Before wrapping both your hands in hers and leading you onto the wooded floor in the middle of the party. 

Luckily the song changes. Sam Cookes ‘Twistin The Night Away’ starts up and you cringe. Leaning into her you whisper;

“Rio you know I can’t dance! And I can’t swing dance! I’m going to look ridiculous.” 

“Shh baby girl. Follow my lead.” Rio says and she leads you into a dance. At first it’s easy just some rocking but when Cooke’s song gets faster she spins you. And then rocks you close before twirling you again. 

Rio is a talented dancer and she moves you easily in true swing fashion. You feel your nerves start to ease. You smile and Rio takes the opportunity to dip you.

You don’t mean to cling to her so tight. You don’t mean to smile so hard. But Rio is spinning you and rocking into you and it’s…fun.

It’s so fucking fun.  

Of course it is because it’s Rio! 

But when Rio eyes you mischievously you know trouble is coming. She lifts you into the air and you tilt your head back and laugh so loudly. Before she swings you down between her legs and back up. 

People are staring, you don’t care.

‘Dancing with an older queen

Who's dolled up in her diamond rings and

Twisting the night away

Man, you oughta see her go

Twisting to the rock and roll

Here you find the young and old

Twisting the night away’

Rio laughs along as she catches you and you wrap your arms around her shoulders as she two steps to the song. You forget where you are. Forget that Rio isn’t your girlfriend, in fact.

When the song ends you are leaning heavily into Rio’s chest exhausted. Rio is holding you close and tight. Like you belonged there against her. 

You feel a little sweat stick to the back of your neck but you can’t wipe the smile off your face. Rio giggles and kisses your cheek and you think you could die happy right here. 

You were mad at Mr. Cooke for not making his song longer. 

But Rio walked you back to Agatha who was watching and drinking scotch. When you got to her you expected a snide comment about being left with Wanda and Nat. Instead she handed you both a drink. Before pointing to a table.

You three walked to the oval table with all the flowers and fell into the uncomfortable folding chairs. 

Your eyes found Wanda and Nat as they were staring at you three and arguing back and forth. 

Rio and Agatha followed your gaze and they both soured at your attention shifting. You were oblivious to their jealousy in this moment. 

Instead you sipped at your drink and pulled your strapless dress up under your armpits. 

“You both didn’t need to do this. It’s so sweet.” You tell them both and Rio’s hand finds the back of your chair like she’s got to grip onto something. Agatha’s not going to waste this opportunity and her hand falls on yours. 

You sit there for twenty or so minutes. Rio leans as close as she can to you as she tells you two a story. Agatha’s hand doesn’t move from on top of yours on the table. And eventually your other hand traces her knuckles and the veins in her strong hand. You make small paths on her skin like you always knew which way the road curved to her body. 

You throw your head back and laugh fully at Rio’s punch line and even Agatha is finding it funny. 

That’s when someone clears their throat and you turn to see Bucky standing there. 

“Bucky!” You squeak in delight standing and dropping out of the fuzzy threesome you were getting a head high from. 

Rio and Agatha looked at each other trying to silently ask ‘who the fuck is he?’

You stand and throw your arms around his neck. He looks so good in his tux. His hair is down for once and loose around his shoulders. You feel his arms circle around your backless dress and he’s laughing at your response. 

“I missed you!” You tell him since he’d been away so long. 

“I would have called sooner I promise. But I got in like two hours ago. I hoped you’d be here Bergman!” He teased and Rio glared at him before interrupting.

“Bergman?” She seethed a little at the nickname. 

“Oh, hi I’m Bucky Barnes, yeah when we were younger she showed me Casablanca and she called me Bogart and so I of course call her..” Bucky put his hand out like it fell in the blanks. 

“Bergman.” Agatha seethed right along with Rio. 

You released him from the hug and he breathed a sigh of relief seeing you. Looking up and down at your appearance and seeming to enjoy himself.  

“So you came to your shitty exe’s shitty wedding. I thought for sure you were going to call me. I said I’d be your plus one!” Bucky flirted and Agatha put her drink down so it didn’t shatter in her hand. Bucky looked over at Agatha and Rio to explain himself. 

“I left her a message a week ago with this crazy idea to pretend we got together so Natasha and Wanda could shove it. They’re nauseating, but I figured if I played my cards right I might end up with a real date at the end of the night. Crazy am I right?” He teased and both Rio and Agatha gave him a look that was closer to murderous than any serial killer he’d ever seen. 

Bucky gulped before putting his hand out to Agatha. 

“It’s nice to meet a friend of Bergman’s.” He tried and Agatha grabbed the hand and Bucky winced at the strength of her grip. 

“I’m Mrs. Bergman actually.” Agatha showed her teeth like she was going to take a bite out of his throat. 

“Mrs.? You got married?” Bucky turned to look at you. And you smiled and held up the hand that had the ring on it. 

“Guilty!”

“You didn’t even invite me?  I’m officially mad at you! You know I can cut a rug!” He teased and Agatha squeezed his hand one more time and he flinched from the pain. 

“You’ve been hard to get a hold of!” You say instead, unsure of what story Agatha had spun to Wanda and Nat. She didn’t want to say ‘it was a small gathering,’ if Bucky went to talk to Wanda and the story didn’t match up. 

“Never that hard to get ahold of! I would have dropped everything to see you in white kiddo.” Bucky told you warmly and you felt guilty now. He turned finally getting his hand back from your wife. To hold it out to Rio. “I’m sorry to be rude, and you are?” He said politely. 

“Rio, the girlfriend.” 

“Girlfriend?” He said confused, wondering if perhaps it was a girl thing and she meant friend. 

“I lick both their pussies, I’m their girlfriend.” Rio supplied and Bucky laughed awkwardly and Rio made his pinky knuckle pop in pain from her grip. He yanked his poor hand back and turned to you. 

“You sure showed them huh? Guess you didn’t need a fake date after all.”

You laugh at the irony of the whole thing. 

“Well I have to go see our shared EX Natasha. And steal some food and perhaps a few drinks from the open bar. Then I need to hear how this all went down. I mean you’ve told me about Agatha and Rio non stop. I knew you were in love but you said it wasn’t mutual, so I gotta hear how this all went down. Oh, and if your lovely ladies don’t mind I will steal a dance too! So don’t run off!” He says as he buttons his tux and ducks his head towards the bar. 

“You will have to pry her out of my old dead hands if you want that dance Barnes.” Agatha says through clenched jaw. But he chuckles like they’re sharing an inside joke and he waives his hand and then goes to get a few shots of vodka.  

You turn and look at them. 

“Guys, what the hell?” You say and Agatha stands grabbing your hand and pulling you towards the building. The outdoor wedding continued on and you heard Rio keeping up with you. 

The sound of ‘Souja Boy’ came on and the loud background noise of people drinking and dancing was slowly gettin lower as the distance between you three and the reception grew. 

Agatha opened a backdoor to the building and she eyed the ground floor before deciding on the stairs and you three had clicking loud heels against the old dark stained staircase. 

When Agatha found a large loungeroom with a lock she pushed you and Rio inside. Before locking it. It was obviously a room for the wedding party. There were gifts and a vanity for the bride to get ready in. It was all whites and creams. One long antique mirror in the corner. 

“Agatha what is going o-” 

Agatha kissed you to shut you up. And you panicked not kissing her back now. And she growled and pulled back in frustration. 

“So you can kiss your wife in front of your exes but not here?” Agatha sounded hurt and you didn’t understand. Rio’s hands found your hips from behind. 

“Sweetie, be a good girl and kiss Agatha like you mean it.” Rio says and the heatness pools down in your belly so fast. You didn’t know Rio’s voice could go low and sexy like that. But god now you’d never unhear it. 

Agatha leaned in slowly now more like a lover asking than demanding like before. You didn’t need to be told twice. You eagerly met her mouth halfway and kissed her like you’d dreamed of. Trying to convey all the feelings you’d had for her. 

Agatha moaned again, and it gave you the courage you needed as you let your tongue tease her now. Aggie pulled your face closer for more. 

Rio from behind kissed the back of your neck and you were sure your knees would give out from both of their touch. 

Rio pulled the hair pins out of your scalp. Your hair fell out of it’s tight bun. Rio wrapped her hand in your hair like it was rope. She waited for a moment letting Agatha savor the kiss a second more. 

Before she yanked you by your hair back and you moaned at the roughness. 

Agatha glared at her ex. Were they ex’s?

“Rio, you need to wait your turn.” She chastised but Rio twisted around you to kiss you. 

It held all the need and arousal she’d felt waiting for you to wake up and see her. See her waiting for her chance to be with you. 

Thank god both of them were holding you close because you forgot how to stand and they caught you. Rio broke the kiss to help with your little trust fall. 

“Easy Bunny.” Agatha’s voice was pornographic in her ears and Rio walked backwards to the small three legged stool. The one used for the bride to sit on to apply her make up. 

Rio sat down and Agatha found the zipper of your dress and it dropped to your legs. You didn’t have time to think about being self conscious.

Your thong wasn’t doing anyone any good, and Agatha considered it a gift to everyone to rid you of them.

 You thought you’d died when you saw her put them in her blazer pocket. Before taking off the jacket and throwing it on top of one of the large piles of gifts. Now the witch was only in her button down and you saw her bra peaking out. 

Because four hands were guiding you to sit on Rio’s lap. Both of your wedding dates had a lot more of their clothes on, than you did. 

But your mind short circuited when Rio wrapped her heels around your ankles and pulled your legs apart with her own. You were both sitting with wide legs and Agatha had a full show. 

Rio’s dark fingernails held your rib cage before brushing teasingly under your breast. Your breath hitched. 

“This is your last chance Bunny. You’ve teased Rio and I entirely too long. We’ve watched you with too many stupid partners. You get this last chance, you tell us to stop and we will. But if this continues you aren’t taking that wedding ring off. And Rio is going to be a lot more than your girlfriend when we walk out of this room. You are ours. No more waiting for you to text and having to watch you date losers. Rio and I won’t be going home at the end of the night after a coven meeting or too much wine. You will be ours, understood?” Agatha told you as she rolled up her sleeves and you were sure this was a dream, but your mind couldn’t have made something this well up. Your imagination just wasn’t this skilled. 

“Answer her.” Rio said from behind kissing your shoulder once, twice, and then biting down hard.

You moaned throwing your head back. 

“YOURS! You both own me! No one else, never again.” You cry out and Agatha grins like she’s won the war. 

“You don’t know how true that statement is hon.” Agatha sank to her knees and your eyes widened as she didn’t play with you, she’d had entirely too much foreplay with you for a lifetime. You were hers now. 

Agatha ate your pussy like it wasn’t about your ejoyement, but rather she was getting her meal. And something about that was so dirty, Agatha didn’t stop for anything. 

Your knees shook as you wanted to close them, and Agatha knew your body too well for only having you for a few minutes. As she grabbed both your thighs and kept you open. Pining you with her hold. 

“She looks pretty down there doesn’t she?” Rio whispered  as her fingers finally came to your nipples and you gushed from their attention. 

“You don’t know how long we’ve been talking about this baby. We used to plan your stupid girlfriends deaths on a Saturday night. You made us wait so long. You could have had Agatha’s mouth on you from day one. You know that? We’ve wanted you so long. Now you are ours. No one will take you away ever again. Oh those noises you make are so sweet. Are you going to cum that fast? How pathetic, I want it, give it to us.” Rio spoke into your ear and it was all dirty and breathy and you followed her orders and came so fast. 

You screamed out and Rio grabbed your throat and her choking you sent another wave of orgasms through your body. You shook and Agatha finally released your cunt from her talented mouth. 

You closed your eyes feeling the after effects. 

Holy shit. 

When you opened your eyes a few seconds later to find Agatha and Rio making out, enjoying the taste of you together. 

You whimpered at the sight of them kissing. Arousal on Agatha’s face smearing across onto Rio’s. Their lipsticks completely ruined against each other. You reached out Agatha’s arm and they broke the kiss smiling triumphently. 

“You taste even better than we imagined.” Agatha whispered before kissing you and you taste yourself, Rio, and Agatha in the kiss.

 When Agatha breaks away you realize it’s so she can watch what Rio’s going to do to you. 

Rio’s hands traveled down to your abused cunt and she stuck her middle finger inside of you and you gasp. Neither of them seem to want any foreplay. 

Your hips grind, meeting her finger to push against her. 

“Oh Aggie, my love you have to feel her.” Rio moans and you can’t believe you are living this life right now. 

But Agatha listens to her lover and her middle finger makes it’s home next to Rio’s inside of you. 

“OH FUCK!” You yell feeling both of them stretch you before curling together. They work together pushing against your walls. They feel like their everywhere in your womb. 

One of your hands hold Agatha’s forearm and the other goes behind you to grab Rio’s hair and pull. 

“That’s it baby, moan for us. Let the whole wedding party know it’s real. We aren’t your fake date, we aren’t faking anything. Not like you had to do for them. You are going to cum and everyones going to know.” Rio tells you and you bite your lip and let our lengthy moans of agreement. 

“You know, Rio and I were pissed when we found out they were your first threesome. They may be the first. But I promise you sugar, we’ll be your last.” Agatha told you before kissing you hard again. 

You aren’t sure how long you three are in the room. Two hours, maybe three? But it’s dark outside and the fairy lights are pretty you think momentarily before you are thrown back onto your back on the floor. Rio’s straddling your face for the second time, it’s like none of you can get enough. 

You’ve never fucked in so many positions. Your body was sore, a good sore, but sore still. 

Your hands grabbed Rio’s ass cheeks as she sat on your mouth. You licked her abused flesh, her pussy was swollen from being thuroughly fucked. Just like yours and Agatha. It wasn’t about taking turns, it was all emotions and need. No one was left out, no one was ever cold. 

Hands were everywhere, teeth sinking into skin, wet open mouth kisses to taste as much skin and slick arousal as possible. It was just so hot. 

Rio humped your face as your teeth teased her clit, you found quickly that Rio enjoyed a little teeth, a bit of pain with pleasure. But when she kissed you, it was all soft. You felt how much she aodred you. How she coveted touching you, coveted your body. 

Agatha on the other hand, while her hands were rough and possessive. You noticed she felt frenzied. Like a kid at a candy store, Agatha wanted to touch as much of you as possible. Her hands moving to reach places she wanted to hold for herself. Not allow another lover to ever place their greedy paws on. 

When Agatha kissed she controlled it, but somewhere in there she lost herself and would make little noises. Like she was gone, lost in you. 

You’d never felt more cherished in sex. Yet they didn’t touch you like you’d break, they pushed your body to the limit. Seeing how much you could take, hoping you’d break open so they could build you up again. 

But their touches never stopped, someone always needed to be inside someone else. Like the three of you were never satiated. No one took a break which was insane after you weren’t sure how many orgasms. 

Your body was screaming and yet your arousal and love for them was too loud to give into the exhaustion. 

Agatha humped your stomach, her arousal spearing even more against your already sex smelling body. You were covered in their cum. 

Agatha’s hands were playing with Rio’s tits just right and Rio’s hips lost their pattern. 

“Aggie, right there. Oh hell, I can’t last with you two. I’m going to cum again. Fuck Aggie her mouth is so good.” Rio pants and you twist your tongue just so clockwise under her clit and then along the length of her hood and back down. Rio ejaculates onto your face and she almost falls forward from the power of her orgasm. But your hands on her ass, and Agatha catching her around the chest and stomach saves her. 

Still you can’t stop, repositioning. 

Another hour later. 

You three fall to the floor after making Agatha cum particularly hard, you had slapped her ass then bent down and pinched Agatha’s nipple so so hard and Rio smiled at you. Amazed at how perfect you fit for them, as you’d found secret the thing to break Agatha. Who was yelling at the top of her lungs as she came for the fifteen time that night. 

You eased Agatha onto her back, as her knees couldn’t hold her up anymore. 

 Agatha’s eyes were closed in ecstasy. But her hand grabbed your wrist and pulled you down ontop of her. You laughed as your sweaty cum soaked bodies met. 

You knew Aggie liked to cuddle on the sofa, but this was so much better. Rio fell loudly to the floor on the side of you. She grabbed you both and pulled you so you were on your side. Rio spooned you from the back and Agatha from the front. 

You laughed in the space, all the endorphins coming down now. Rio chuckled from behind and Agatha eventually snorted with you two.

When you were all done laughing your body grew tense. The two people who were holding you felt it and opened their eyes to look at you.

“Now what?” You ask, and your voice shows how scared you are. 

You couldn’t lose them. But what if this had just been a …one time thing? Or maybe they were making you feel better? You couldn’t look at them again if that was true.

Was it all talk?

“Now once my knees have feeling in them again, we get dressed. Rio’s got to reapply her lipstick. And we all go downstairs and dance. I haven’t gotten my turn yet. And we take you home, crawl into bed and sleep. In the morning Rio will hog all of the hot water when we all get into your tiny ass bathroom. Rio will make breakfast, I’ll make that tea you like. The way I know you like it. And we’ll just..never leave.”

Agatha said like it was the easiest thing in the world. 

Rio bent down and kissed your shoulder in complete agreement and you tried so hard not to get emotional. 

“Really?” Your voice cracked and Agatha kissed your forehead. 

“Really.” She said seriously. 

“We should move into Agatha’s place. Because your landlord is the worst.” Rio said in true U-Haul fashion. You knew it would all happen fast. Because you’d really been dating this whole time. It might not have been sexual and have all the wonderful kisses. But you realized they’d just been waiting for you to wake up and see it. 

Agatha and Rio had been romancing you, wooing you this whole time. 

“Well that and I have the biggest bed and tub.” Agatha liked Rio’s words and it was so sweet hearing them planning your lives together. 

“I want to get a pet. And one of those electric tea kettles. ” You added your eyes closed as you yawn. You figured if you were all making demands you might as well get your complete happy ending. 

“A dog?” Rio asked and Agatha scoffed in horror. 

“Cat?” You ask and Rio shakes her head against your back. 

“Rabbit.” Agatha decided and you all like the sound of that. 

“Our wedding is gonna be so much better than their wedding.” Rio laughed and had all shared the same rude thought; Wanda and Nat’s party was a little cringey. 

“Evidently Agatha already picked the band.” You murmured and Agatha brushed your hair back as Rio rubbed your butt in soothing circles. 

“Well, she got you a ring too. I gotta catch up evidently.”

“Hey Vidal, it’s not my fault I came prepared and you only walked in late with the girlfriend title.” Agatha teased but there was no malice there and you felt them lean across you and kiss sweetly. Before Rio fell back to her spot behind you. 

“One thing is for certain though.”

“What?” You ask feeling sleep threatening to take you.

“You are not dancing with anyone else, and never a man who calls himself Bucky.” Agatha says possesively letting her hand splay across your tummy. 

You giggle at them and you hear Rio adding in ‘stupid name anyway.’

After putting your clothes back on and Rio reapplying lipstick. You decided to leave your hair down to try and hite the bites. But it was no use. Rejoining the party you didn’t get to sit and drink. No, your partners were taking you onto the dance floor again.  

You were glad for Natasha’s limited knowledge of music now. Because ‘Hips Don’t Lie’ was on. Rio was in so close as she kissed your hickey covered neck as you danced in a filthy manner. 

Agatha had her hands running all over you from behind. If people didn’t believe you three were an item before, they were getting a front row show to it now.  

The three of you were grinding like you’d been the extra’s in Dirty Dancing. It was all bodys pressed tight, hands fondling breasts and hungry kisses. It was hot and you felt bad for anyone here with kids. 

But you weren’t sure you weren’t pregnant just from the way they were dancing with you. 

Perhaps Bucky’s idea wasn’t so ridiculous after all. 

[rosieswriting]

More than what you see

Remus Lupin x reader

Summary: You need to remind your boyfriend how much he is worthy off once again after a terrible full moon

Note: English is not my first language so it probably has some mistakes! It´s pure fluff with hurt/comfort from reader to Remus because i just love this prompt so much.

Words: 1.4K

He was barely holding himself together; shoulders slumped as he leaned against the cold wall of your bedroom. Still, as you reached for him, he shifted, pulling his torn sleeves down over the raw skin on his arms.

“Don’t. I’m fine,” he muttered, but the words lacked conviction, his voice barely a hoarse whisper. He tried to tug the tattered fabric tighter, as if hiding the wounds could somehow shield you from seeing just how much he was hurting.

You knelt beside him, hands hovering just inches away, waiting. He took a shuddering breath, eyes fixed somewhere over your shoulder, guilt flickering in them. “You… you shouldn’t have to keep doing this,” he mumbled, voice cracking as he finally let his head fall back against the wall. He was quiet for a moment, then added, “I don’t want you to see me like this. Not… every time.”

You bit your inner cheek at his words, your own heart aching for him. “But I want to be here for you. I want to help you,” you said slowly and softly, making sure not to elevate your tone. “Please, let me help you.”

He looked up at you; it still felt surreal to him to have someone in his life who wasn’t annoyed or bothered by his condition, even after years of friendship and months of dating. He just looked at you for a moment and nodded, allowing you to care for him.

You smiled softly and grabbed the hem of his shirt, slowly and carefully beginning to take it off him, the new scars along his chest revealed.

“It’s not like I prefer you with clothes anyway,” you muttered playfully, trying to lighten the mood as you let his shirt fall to the floor and reached for the med kit beside your bed.

He looked away, trying to hide a hint of a smile as you joked. It definitely helped reduce the tension. “Shut up,” he muttered back.

He tried to relax as you gently tended to his wounds, first disinfecting them and cleaning the dried blood from his chest and arms. “It’s not that bad, really,” he mumbled, wincing only slightly a few times when the cloth touched a particularly painful spot.

He was trying to downplay the whole thing, acting like he wasn’t struggling. He didn’t want to bother you or make you worry. Even so, the fact that you were here with him, taking care of him, made his heart fill with a different kind of comfort.

“Rem,” you called out softly. “I worry and heal freaking birds when they have a broken wing or something. You clearly went mad if you think I won’t help my boyfriend,” you teased him.

Remus raised an eyebrow, giving you a deadpan stare. “I’m offended that you’re comparing me to a bird,” he joked back, appreciating your playful banter. “You’re too good for me, you know that, don’t you?” he muttered, the smile that was beginning to form at the corners of his lips fading a little.

You finished healing his wounds and set the med kit on the table next to the bed before sitting in front of him, looking at him.

“I don’t know that. What I do know is that you don’t give yourself enough credit. I’m only good for you because you’re good for me. That’s how we work,” you spoke softly, brushing his hair out of his face.

He let out a soft sigh, closing his eyes. Of course, he had his moments of confidence and self-acceptance. Still, on days like this, his self-esteem hit an all-time low, and he couldn’t help but feel like you were doing too much for him.

“But I’m a werewolf,” he pointed out in a low voice. His mind kept telling him that someone as good as you should run as far away as possible from a creature like him, not stay and care for him.

“You are Remus Lupin,” you said quickly and softly. “You are my friend and my boyfriend. Being a werewolf is part of you, but it doesn’t define you. You are you, and you happen to be the most amazing person I’ve ever met.”

He swallowed hard at your words, feeling a mixture of emotions welling up inside him. It wasn’t as if no one had ever said something kind to him; thanks to Merlin, he had wonderful friends. But those words coming from you always hit him hard. He still hesitated to believe them, though. “I don’t deserve you.”

“Rem,” you mumbled softly, your own heart breaking at how he couldn’t see himself as you did. You cupped his face softly and made him look at you. “You know me; if I even thought for a second that you were a monster, I wouldn’t be here. I wouldn’t be dating you, and I wouldn’t be telling you how amazing you are. But I am here because you, Remus Lupin, are nowhere near a monster. Not even close.”

He closed his eyes, relishing the feeling of your soft hands as you cupped his face. Your words were like a warm caress that soothed his aching heart, but he still struggled internally to let your message sink in. “I just don’t want to hurt you,” he muttered, opening his eyes and looking into yours. “You deserve someone who’s normal, someone who isn’t a walking time bomb.”

“I know what I’m worthy of,” you cut him off softly, not wanting him to keep talking down about himself. “I’m worthy of someone who loves and appreciates me. Someone who’s with me at all times, who cries with me when something bad happens, and who laughs with me when something good happens. I’m worthy of love and devotion. Of someone who’ll come to me the moment I call them, even if they’re doing something important. Of someone who makes me feel safe,” you spoke sweetly, caressing his cheek. “And that someone is you.”

Remus was quiet for a few moments, his eyes locked on yours as he took in your words. Each sentence was like a knife, tearing down the walls he’d built around himself. He swallowed hard against a sudden lump in his throat. “You do deserve that,” he managed to say at last.

“And you give me all of that and more,” you let out a short laugh. “Merlin, I used to think I was such a loser, Remus. Really, I always thought nobody would ever have the patience to even try to date me. But then you appeared, and you were you. You were the only one—and still are—who lets me ramble for hours about silly things. You’re the one who makes me feel loved. No monster could ever do that.”

His heart clenched at your words. The thought of you thinking of yourself as a loser tore at his soul. How could you, the kindest, sweetest, and most generous person, ever think something like that? He reached out and took your hands in his, holding them tight. “You are not a loser,” he murmured softly. “You are vibrant, caring, and everything good in the world.”

You smiled at his words and squeezed his hands. “So are you, and it pains me that you don’t realize. I love you, everything about you.”

Remus’s breath hitched at your words. The feeling of your hands clutching his and your smile washing over him left him lost for words, unable to find the right response to express just how deeply your love affected him.

“I love you too,” he choked, his voice thick with emotion. He pulled you closer, resting his forehead against yours. “More than anything in the world.”

“I will tell you every day that you are not a monster until it gets into your thick head, do you understand me, Lupin?” you mumbled softly, teasingly.

He let out a soft chuckle, a mix of amusement and affection. “Trust me, you’re loud enough that it’s impossible to ignore what you say,” he said, a hint of a smile tugging at his lips, making you roll your eyes in playful banter.

“But in all seriousness,” he wrapped his arms around you, pulling you closer, the tension and lingering self-doubt slowly melting away. “I’ll try to stop beating myself up all the time.”

You smiled widely at his words. “Can I kiss you now?” you asked playfully, making him chuckle.

“Of course, dove.”

He leaned in, closing the distance between you, his lips meeting yours in a slow, soft kiss filled with reassurance and love.

The next day, when you went off in the afternoon to spend time with your friends, he went to a jewelry shop and bought an engagement ring.

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

may 2024 twst manga updates~

***This includes spoilers for the Episode of Savanaclaw, Episode of Octavinelle, and the 4koma!***

AAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH LILIA SILVER AND SEBEK LOOK SO GOOD HERE 🤡 I love how Silver and Sebek are constantly shown flanking Lilia, it really enhances the bodyguard/knight vibes! Every time Lilia appears, he always looks like he's having so much fun. Lil' guy is living it up in every panel! Especially when he appears upside down to spook Ruggie.

efbiuSIUBDBYypvfW9wpWD THIS SHOT IS SO GOOD??????? ?I'M LIVING FOR CATER MAKING SILVER AND SEBEK LOOK LIGHTLY UNCOMFORTABLE AS HE HANGS ON THEM.............. .... . . . . ....... .. .... .. . . . . .. ..

Ruggie's despair is delicious 🤤 He's thinking about all the events that led up to this point and about how that will now all go to waste. Now that I think about it and I have the visual right in front of me... That's the same thing Leona felt every time he got knocked down for his efforts. The parallels, man...

Well, fellas... Looks like it's probably Overblot Leona time next chapter. A detail I love here is that, from Leona's perspective, all the faces of his dorm members are sorta blotted out... which is interesting seeing as how it was stated that Mrs. Rosehearts' face was intentionally blotted since she is considered the source of Riddle's trauma + the light novel tells us that Leona fears seeing hope and desperation for a better future in others because it might motivate him to try again, thus prompting another failure or rejection... 😭

Palace servants: Young master Leona's magical power is so strong, it's scary!! Leona: Damn, they don't understand me! They judge me before they even get to know me. If I were the older brother, they wouldn't be saying this stuff. Also Leona: [see image above]

MALEWIFE MODE RUGGIE????? 😭 What a contrast to the Ruggie in the Episode of Savanaclaw who is really going through it…

Love the detail of Yuuta and Grim helping out with chores in the background! It shows that they’re trying to pull their weight while they stay over.

Babe, wake up... New Yuuta and Leona reaction images just dropped from the Episode of Octainvelle... (I am Yuuta whenever new TWST content drops and my non-Twstie friends are Leona whenever they're listening to me blab nonstop about the updates--)

Yuuta once again proves to be my favorite of the current Yuu iterations 🫶 He’s just so sweet and hopeful!

We actually get to see the class photo!! Although the resolution here is very grainy. I'm really hoping that we get to see a close-up after Azul's OB!! I'm dying to see what he looked like as a kid!

fbhlavfuoeqy8vevif;fa fai THIS CHAPTER REALLY MADE ME LIKE ACE?????? ??? ? ?? ? It's probably because he gives the same flawless liar (even though the acting is sooo overexaggerated) energy as Jade in book 4. There's a really fun scene where he's distracting the Atlantica Museum guards and really hamming it up. He looks so cute while he's being (fake) upset yet so enthusiastic!!

This was my favorite part!! Ace excitedly talks about how he's always been interested in merfolk since he was little (lie) and how he saved up all his money to come to this museum (also a lie)... THEN BRO HAS THE AUDACITY TO POSE LIKE THIS AND TALK ABOUT WANTING TO BE A PART OF THAT WORLD????? ?? ???? ? ?? ? ?? ARIEL WHO>?????? ?? ??? ?? ? ?I o NLY KNOW TRAPPOLA NOW

One of the 4koma this month is about Octavinelle going on a camping trip! Azul wants to study the stars for money-making ideas/inspiration.

When talking about auroras, they're reminded of the Diasomnia students and think about making an aurora-colored drink to sell to them. The Octatrio also star-gaze and talk about aliens + selling octopus to them. They discuss the idea of filling a space suit with water and fish to they can walk in space too.

The other 4koma is about Trey brushing the mouths of his mandrake (as they have no teeth but dirt). He insists that everyone should have a clean oral cavity.

You can even tell which mandrake is Trey’s because it has a bunch of toothbrushes stuck in its pot 🪥

Jamil was planning on using his own mandrake to make an ancient remedy for relieving toothache. Trey is uh… interested… and attempts to test out the healing toothpaste for himself (Jamil of course stops him).

Trey… you’re the most NORMAL one, why are you like this OTL

[milkloafy]

THE IUDEX CANNOT FORGET — NEUVILLETTE

⋆｡˚ ❀ prompt: "don't ask me to forget last night. in my heart laid a map of your body" by delilahfairchild ⋆｡˚ ❀ contents: implied smut, fluff but bittersweet ⋆｡˚ ❀ wc: 1.5k ⋆｡˚ ❀ a/n: loosely based on the dialogue prompt above! i saw it and immediately thought of neuvi c: writing this made me so soft for him ahh pls enjoy!! xo

Amidst the stupor of the night was when poor decisions appeared to be good.

Add in the mixture of wine from a celebratory evening out and you felt just about invincible. The mere thought of any consequence seemed so far away from you.

But the moment you woke up with a throbbing headache and lack of clothes, you knew the consequences would catch up to you.

You stilled as you noticed the plush, royal blue sheets you laid in. It was all too familiar, yet experiencing it in such a way was foreign to you. Turning your head cautiously, you spotted a sleeping Neuvillette who looked completely unbothered in blissful unconsciousness.

Gravely, you examined his peaceful figure, savoring the last few moments of normalcy before your relationship was likely to change forever.

As you took one last look at the slow rise and fall of his bare chest, you slipped out of the bed to gather your clothes—all strewn around across the room. You felt the heat rise to your cheeks at the memory of exactly how your clothes came to be on the floor in such a way. For such a gentle soul, Neuvillette sure surprised you in that department.

Once you located your undergarments and began to clothe yourself, you felt guilt flood through your body. Guilt from the events of last night, guilt at the act of you leaving in the morning without a word… 

“Heading out so soon?” 

You jumped, your dress falling from your hands and back onto the carpeted floor. 

“Neuvillette! You’re awake.” 

He sat up slightly in his bed, exposing the toned muscles of his torso out for anyone to see. Tilting his head to the side, he said, “Your tone informs me you are not pleased with the situation. Shall I pretend to continue being asleep?”

Shaking your head, you hastily pulled your dress up from your feet, slipping your arms through the bellowing sleeves. “No, of course not.” You shut your eyes. “I just didn’t expect to have to talk about this so suddenly.” 

Neuvillette didn’t say a word, instead staring expectantly at you. 

“About last night—“ you began hastily, fingers tugging at the loose fabric of your dress. “You are one of my dearest friends, and I, yours. And we were both intoxicated. And—”

“If you are about to ask me to forget last night, please, stop.” 

His voice was filled with such sorrow that you forced yourself to look up at him. With a morose, yet understanding look in his eyes, you were hit with the realization that this likely wasn’t the first time he went through something like this. Despite his preference towards solitude, you knew his heart was kind enough to let people in, no matter how hard he tried not to let it be the case. Throughout his many, many years of life, he must have experienced a multitude of love and loss. 

And that only reminded you just why last night had to be a mistake. 

As if reading the expression on your face, Neuvillette spoke once more. “You may wish to erase the memory we made together, but painted in my heart is a map of your body. I am uncertain if I would be able to comply with your wishes.” 

You held your breath, grip tightening around your dress as your stomach churned. Feeling the wrinkles beneath your palms, you sighed. You would certainly need to get your outfit dry cleaned after this. 

“Neuvillette, I don’t want to forget last night, either,” you said, breathless. How could you forget, even if you wanted? The feeling of Neuvillette’s hot breath against your neck, the image of his sculpted figure that could somehow be so gentle when it touched you. Those moments were etched into your memory, too. “But what if it is for the best?”

“How could it possibly be so?” 

“You’re immortal, for one. I am not.” 

Truly, that was the bulk of it. You could have stopped there. What reason could be more potent than this? You were a human, with a lifespan limited by health, illness, aging. He was the Sovereign Dragon on Fontaine. If you friendship turned into something more, then the attachment would only grow. And when the time came for you to part with Teyvat, a storm was certain to come to the land. 

“I am not immortal,” he corrected. “I have reincarnated.” 

You looked at him helplessly. “And I have not. I will not. We’re good as friends—amazing even. If we stay this way, it’ll be easier on the both of us.” 

Neuvillette rose from his position in bed, slipping on a silken robe before walking over to you. Slowly, he approached, placing his hand on your cheek and you sucked in a sharp breath at the cold touch. 

“The easiest way does not always mean the best,” he said, softly stroking the high point of your cheekbone. “I would rather spend a life being able to hold you, kiss you, love you, until the last moments, rather than living in regret.” 

You squeezed your eyes shut, allowing yourself to melt into his touch. “But then when those last moments come, and it is inevitable that they will… What then? I do not want you to suffer—to feel anymore loss and sadness.” 

“I have grown to accept that it is part of life, no matter how long or short we live for. Loss is a constant.” 

You let out a breathless laughter, feeling almost hopeless. “Is that supposed to make it any better?” 

Neuvillette gazed fondly down at you, hand falling from your face to trace its way down your arm. You found your own hand finding its place in his, and you hoped he would never let go. 

“It does not make it better,” he said solemnly. “Loss is still painful, no matter how many times it occurs. Still, we cannot let that stop us from living our lives.”

He drew closer to you, so close you could almost feel the warmth radiating from his core. You held your breath and peered up at him. 

“I, for one, believe experiencing moments such as last night with you, and those like it to come, is worth the crushing pain of it all coming to an end,” he declared. At the look on your face, he placed a chaste kiss on your forehead. “Still, I cannot decide for you.” He took a step back. “If you wish to not go further in our relationship, I will respect that. I can never forget how you looked, how you felt, as you laid underneath me. But for your sake, I will not speak of it again if that is the what you so desire—”

“No!” you cried out, tearing your hand from his to hold his face gently between your palms. “That is not what I desire. I wish to have more moments such as last night with you. I wish to grow old and experience life with you. Still, I just wish I could always be there for you.” 

Resting his forehead against yours, Neuvillette sighed solemnly. “I know, mon coeur. There are days I wish the same, but until that is a possibility, please know that you will always have my heart.” 

You nodded, pressing your lips against his. You felt relief overcome his body as he returned your kiss. He enveloped you in a warm embrace, hands cupped around your waist as he nipped at your lower lip. Your hands that rested on his face made their way to the back of his neck, only deepening your connection. 

As you pulled away for air, you managed a quiet, “Thank you.” 

“What for?” he asked, brushing aside the hair that fell across your face. 

“For one, not getting mad at me for trying to sneak out and pretend nothing happened,” you said sheepishly, looking down in shame. “I am truly sorry. I really thought it would be the best thing for both of us… But it’s not.” 

Neuvillette gently pinched your cheek, hints of humor in his eyes. “Indeed, it is not. And while I may not be mad, a punishment has yet to be doled out.”

“The Chief Justice’s work is never done,” you said with a nervous laugh, wondering just what type of punishment he could be speaking of. 

“We deal with that later tonight,” he said firmly, giving you a gentle squeeze. “For now, we celebrate the evolution of our relationship.”

“Here’s to the rest of my life that I now have the honor of spending with you.” 

“The honor is all mine, mon coeur.” Neuvillette held your hand in his, placing another chaste kiss on lips. “Thank you for choosing me in this lifetime.” 

[xetlynn]

So I saw that your requests were open and just wanted to request a little something. Idk why this came to mind but could you make something angsty between hospital friend! Viktor x fem!reader. When they first meet it’s purely by coincidence and as they grow older they get closer, but reader’s health deteriorates more and more due to their diagnosis. By the time they both were going to confess it was too late. This can be set in a modern AU or not. Thank you!!

(God im such a whore for angst 😭😭)

oh man oh man oh man. How I love angst. But lowkey think I’m bad at writing it so I’m sorry if I did this dirty😭

Arcane Imagines- Viktor

Twisted Fate

[arcane] [main page]

prompt: in which fate is against you.

“Mom, please.” You roll your eyes, standing up from the hospital bed. “I just wanted to make sure!” She puts her hands up in defense as you just shake your head. “I can get up on my own.” You laugh, picking up your laptop, putting on slippers as you head out of the room. 

“I’ll be in the lounge if the nurses look for me.” You tell her and she nods her head, already tidying up your bed since you left it. You sigh at the clean freak that is your mother, walking down the hallway of the large building. It’s currently 10 pm so you’re hoping nobody’s in the patient lounge so you can do your school work in peace. It’s your senior year of high school. 

You turn the corner and into the comfortable warm colored lights that you say every room should have these types of lights instead of the bright annoying ones. You stop in your tracks though when you see a guy sitting there. He doesn’t pay any mind to you but you frown nonetheless. Wondering if you should head back to your room. 

If you did you’d have to deal with your worry filled mother. In here you’d have one strange guy who’s your age and obviously doesn’t seem like he’s going to bother you. 

You go sit down at the other side of the table that he’s already sitting at. Opening the lid of the laptop and getting started on your homework. 

As the time slowly passes you catch yourself looking at the boy, he was handsome that was for sure. “For someone also in the hospital for a reason you sure stare like an outsider.” He finally speaks up, your breathing hitches. Not expecting him to call you out. His accent also caught you off guard. It was really pretty. “Sorry.” You quickly apologize. 

“Is there something on my face?” He glances up to you with a raised eyebrow, putting down his rubix cube. “No, you just… remind me of someone.” You lie straight through your teeth. 

“Are they hot?” He asks and you smile. “Ehh, not really.” You joke and he places a hand on his heart. “Wow, way to bruise a guy's ego as he’s already clearly down.” He motions to the building the two of you are in and you snicker. 

“What kind do you have?” He inquires, you give him a confused expression. “Cancer, what kind?” He repeats and your mouth goes into an ‘o’ shape. 

“Acute Leukemia.” You answer curtly, pressing your lips together for a moment. “You?” You close your laptop, seeming as you weren’t going to be able to pay attention now. “Same actually.” He puts his hand up and you both pretend to high five one another in the air. “Twins.” You chuckle. 

“I’ve been sick since I was a child, so it’s only my luck that I get diagnosed with Cancer right before I turn 18.” You dramatically huff, leaning back in the chair. “Hah, we really are like medical twins. I had a really poor immune system as a kid. Diagnosed two years ago though. This is hopefully my last.” He crosses his fingers and then you do as well. 

“I hope so as well.” You nod your head. 

And as time passes the two of you grew close, almost inseparable. You two were the only ones who truly understood what the other was going through. Growing up sick as children, having worry warts of mothers. Then to get diagnosed with cancer, the same one might I add. You were grateful for each other. 

You were glad you had someone to warn you about what’s to come, who won’t soften the details like the nurses and doctors. And he would come to the hospital whenever you had to go back. Visiting you until the hours were over. You did the same for him as well. 

Your phone buzzes, you look at the screen hurriedly. It was the day that Viktor gets told if he’s cancer free or not. Today is important. You immediately answer, smashing the ear to your phone. “So!??” You pace back and forth in your bedroom. Antsy and impatient. 

“I uh…am…” He sounds sad and your heart drops. “Cancer freee!!” He excitedly says into the phone and you squeal out. “Yes!!! Congratulations!!!” You scream, laughing loudly. Your mom runs to the bedroom. “It’s gone?” She questions with wide eyes and a curious expression. You nod your head and she cheers, pulling you into a hug. Taking the phone from your hand. “That’s amazing, sweetheart! I’m so so so happy for you!” She tells your best friend and you scrunch your nose, smiling at her. 

Your mom and his had gotten close over the past 9 months since you had befriended Viktor. Now the two might be as close as their kids are. “I need to call your mom. We so need to celebrate this.” Your mom says and you over hear Viktor laugh, agreeing with the woman. She hands the phone back to you. 

“Sorry, she snatched my phone from me like I was some peasant.” You sit on your bed. “Well, it’s not like a peasant if you are one.” He tells you and your jaw drops. “Rude! I’m telling your mom when we go out to Hibachi grill later.” You threaten causing him to let out a snort of a laugh. 

“Hibachi grill?” He asks and you can already see the face he’s making. “Your favorite, of course we’ll be going there.” You scoff, he says a small “true.”

 “I have to go, you were the first call I made. My mom’s forcing me to call my whole family now. “ He groans. “Cancer free but at what cost.” He whines out, you chuckle. “I feel special, see you later.” You say with a smile. “See you.” He hangs up the phone and you stand up, going out to the kitchen. 

“Alright, Hibachi grill at 7, I’ll make a little reservation now.” You hear your mom speak and you bite the inside of your cheeks trying not to laugh. You called it. You knew them too well by now. You open the fridge, pulling out a water. You pinch the cap between your pointer and thumb, attempting to unscrew it but your hand feels too fragile. 

You frown, glaring at the white plastic. Trying it again. Your body was weakening from the first round of chemotherapy. You begged them to wait until after you graduated and now that you had, they set the appointment up and here you are.  You squeeze your eyes shut, throwing the bottle to the ground. “I have to go, I’ll see you at the restaurant.” You hear your mom say in the other room. Her feet heading your way. You look up at her. 

She sees the bottle that’s still rolling across the kitchen. “What happened?” She asked and you shrug your shoulders, going over and grabbing the stupid water filled plastic. “Can you open this?” You hand it over to her. “Of course.” She gets it with ease, your jaw tightens at the sight. Wanting to punch something. 

“So Hibachi at 7?” You change the energy of the room to something lighter, not wanting to hear the whole spiel of getting weaker and how it’s okay to ask for help. “Yeah, but do you need to cancel? I’m sure they’d understand.” She places a hand on your shoulder and you wiggle away. “No, mom. We’re going to celebrate my friend for being cancer free.” You spit out, walking back into your room. Upset that she would even offer that to you. 

It had been a year since Viktor was told his good news and now you’re walking into the hospital together for his appointment to check if that’s still the case with his body. You were bundled in a beanie, scarf and a large puffy jacket. It’s only 40 degrees outside but it was freezing to you. 

Viktor’s mom was supposed to be there but he told you she got caught up with something at work. You questioned it because his mom would never miss something like this. He shrugged his shoulders at your words. 

Secretly he had pleaded with his mom to just go to work so that you’d go with him instead. She knew how he felt towards you so it didn’t end up being a huge fight. Except she didn’t go to work. She stayed home due to her nerves being amped up. Not knowing if her son was going to have cancer again or not. 

The two of you are taken into a room to get the news. He had done all the blood work a few weeks ago. He didn’t want to find out over the phone so here you two are. 

He sits on top of a medical exam bed as you sit in a chair, shivering from still being cold. “You okay?” He asks you and you wave it off. “I’m fine, Vik.” You smile, your teeth chattering as you do so causing him to snicker. “Here.” He takes off his jacket, putting it on your lap. “Extra layer.” He says and you quietly thank him. 

The doctor walks in with a clipboard. “Heyy, Viktor. Long time no see. And you [Name]. Good to see you.” He grins at the both of you and you force a polite smile in return. “You too.” You puff out, holding yourself tightly. 

“So, Viktor. You are still cancer free. No signs of any abnormalities.” He tells Viktor who lets out a breath he didn’t even realize he was holding and you clap your hands excitedly. “I only need one last test from you and then you are good to go. And hopefully I will never see you again unless it’s with [name] for the time being.” He motions over to you and you giggle. Every one of the staff knows the two of you are attached at the hip. If one’s there it’s most likely the other one is as well. “Okay.” Viktor stands up, leaving you alone in the room after they walk out. 

You sit there, leaning your head back tiredly. Using the hood of the coat as a pillow. You then feel something warm cover you, you shoot your head up, confused. “Sorry, Viktor told us you were cold.” The nurse awkwardly tells you and you thank her.

The room grows silent once again and you smile, snuggling into the heated up blanket. Grateful for your best friend. Your chest tightens at the thought of him. You were growing feelings for the boy as you spent every day with him. 

And two years later you’re standing there with your mom, Viktor and his mom ringing the cancer free bell. Weakly smiling as Nurses surround you, cheering. Viktor pulls you into his side and you grin up at him. “Now we’re both cancerless!” He squeezes you and you snicker. “Woo!” You rasp out. You currently had a cold so you weren’t all the way there but still excited nonetheless. Your tireless fight is now over.��

“Chinese food tonight!” Your mom joins the hug, Viktor’s mom following along. “Yay!” You beam. 

It didn’t last long though. You got a call about a month later from the doctor. “[Name] [Last Name]?” The lady over the phone asks and you smile. “That’s me!” You say as you were cleaning up in the kitchen. Viktor was currently in the living room with your mom. Getting ready to leave.

“I have some unfortunate news regarding your x-ray results. We have your appointment already set up on Friday for your physical if you want to hear it then unless you’d like to hear it now over the phone.” She speaks and your heart drops, palpitating a few times at her words. “I’d like to hear it now.” Your voice breaks. 

You leaned over the counter using it as support. “Um,” She was hesitant to tell you the news.

 “You have a malignant tumor in your brain, cancerous, it has spread to a point where you’d need surgery and treatment as soon as possible.” She informs you and your shoulders tense up. “The percentage of me living through this?” You quiet your voice as you ask, not wanting to alarm your mother or best friend in the other room. 

“10 percent.” She breathes out and you bite your bottom lip. “How long if I don’t get the treatment?” You vaguely ask but she immediately understands what you’re asking. 

“6 months with treatment and it failing, 3 months without it all together.” She answers your question and a tear slips down your cheek. “I’m not doing it.” You say sternly. “There’s a chance you’d live a long life if you get the surgery-” 

“I will go to my appointment this Friday to speak with my doctor. Have a good night.” You cut her off, hanging up the phone. You hunch over the sink, taking in the information you were just told. 

You’re not going through it again. You’re not making your body suffer more than it has to for only 10 percent. 10 percent!? 

“[Name], I’m heading out now.” A voice speaks behind you and you lift yourself up, forcing a smile. “Okay! Text me when you get home. Love you.” You give him a short hug, knowing if it was a longer embrace you’d break down in his arms.

“Love you too.” He says, leaving the house. Once his car is out of your driveway you collapse to the ground, letting out a loud sob. 

“[Name]!? [Name], what happened!?” Your mom falls beside you, pulling you into her arms. “Three months!” You wail, hiding your face in her neck. “I have three!” Your body shakes and she shushes you, not understanding what you’re talking about.

“Honey, breathe. Breathe.” She pets your hair and you hyperventilate harder, not able to calm down. 

“I- I got a call! From the office!” You shout out, having no other way to get it out due to struggling to breathe. 

She pulls away from you with scared eyes, staring at your face. “[Name], what are you saying?” She questions, gripping your arms. You breathe in through your nose, soothing yourself before speaking. 

“Malignant tumor in my brain. Only ten percent chance with the surgery and therapy. 3 months to live without it, 6 months if it doesn’t work but still do it.” You explain and tears build in your mothers eyes. You squeeze your eyes shut, you think this has to be a dream. There’s no way this is real. 

“You’re  getting the surgery right?” She asks automatically and you put your head down in shame.

“Right, [Name]!? You’re getting the surgery, right?” She cries out and tears spill down your face as you don’t answer her. “You just got the news, you can change your mind. It’s okay!” She talks, mainly to herself. 

She stands up, not knowing what to do with herself. “Don’t… tell anyone. Please.” You look up at her from the ground. She avoids eye contact with you but nods her head. 

On Friday your mom is gripping onto your hand, tears already threatening to fall from her eyes as you sit straight up. Your Doctor doing two knocks before entering. “[Name].” He solemnly nods his head, you do the same in return. “What would you like to go forward with?” He gets straight to the point and you glance over to your mom. She breaks down, looking away from you but not letting you go. 

“I’m not doing the surgery.” You tell him, heart thumping loudly in your chest. His face seems to flicker a sad expression before he takes a loud breath. “Alright, let’s talk about that decision then.” He begins. 

You sit with Viktor, staring at him from across the booth. Taking in all of his features with a small smile. Appreciating his presence. “What?” He chuckles and you shrug your shoulders.

“You just have an interesting looking face.” You say simply and he cocks his head to the side. “What a compliment.” He rolls his eyes playfully and you grin. 

“So, what’d the doctors say about this little sickness you have?” He points to your figure that’s very clearly ill. “Just my body having a weird effect from the medicines I’m still taking.” You lie. 

You hadn’t told him of the death sentence you had received. Or the cancer in your brain. You didn’t want anyone beside your mother to know. She told Viktor’s mom who promised not to tell him. You swore to do it before the third month. 

It’s already been one, the two of you still hanging out frequently, almost everyday. “Ah, so weird. You’re so prone to weird diseases.” He takes a bite of his food and you let out a dry laugh. If only he knew. 

You wanted to tell him how you felt before you were gone. Get it out. It’s been forever of yearning for him. The least you could get is a confession out. Maybe even a kiss from the man you’ve loved for over three years. 

Every single time you go to do it, something stops you. An interruption. Fate screaming at you not to do it. 

And in the second month, you were now in and out of the hospital, growing too weak to where Viktor couldn’t not notice something was truly up that you weren’t telling him. Even his mother seemed secretive.

He didn’t like this. 

You lay in the hospital bed, eyes closed as you rest. Your mom watches your breathing as she sits on the couch in the corner of the room. “Viktor will be here in ten minutes.” She tells you and you hum out.

“Good, I have something to tell him.” You smile softly. You were going to confess. You knew you weren’t going to make it through the week.

 

Viktor presses the button of the elevator, waiting in silence as it goes up to your floor. Holding flowers and your favorite chocolate. He was going to confess. 

The elevator doors open and he steps out, he limps a little more than usual, not having his cane with him. He was trying to walk without it in front of you. Show he’s getting stronger like he’s been saying. He heads to your room 143-V. 

As he gets closer, suddenly nurses and doctors are rushing into your room, he furrowed his eyebrows, picking up his pace to the best of his abilities. “What’s happening!?” He shouts, asking one of the nurses in passing. “I don’t know.” She sadly responds in a panic as she follows after the nurses.

He hears your moms voice, screaming. 

“No! No, no no! She was supposed to have another month!” She pleaded, getting pushed out of the room. Viktor grabs onto her.

“What’s happening!?” He asks, repeating the same question he asked before. “Oh, Viktor.” She cries, pulling him into a hug, crushing the flowers that he held. 

“Wha- what’s going on?” He shakily questions. “She never told you.” She curses you, frowning at the stupid choice that you made. 

A nurse comes out to say they’re working with you, leading them to a private waiting room. The two sit down and your mom explains everything.

Viktor sat there, stunned. Not believing this. Not believing that you wouldn’t tell him this. 

An hour passes and a nurse comes into the room. She looks like she’s trying to hide the fact that she’s about to cry. Her chin quivering. She’s been your nurse since the beginning. Since you first got diagnosed. 

“I’m sorry.” Her head bows and your mother screams out a cry. Viktor’s ears ring. His vision was blurred. 

“You can see her.” She says and your mom goes out but he stays planted in the spot. Not able to move. Not able to register what’s happening. You two were just planning to watch a movie together. To hang out and try this dessert you’ve never had.

The door creaks open and your mom is standing, her face stained with tears. “Go see her before you can’t.” She tells Viktor who nods, getting up from his seat. Shuffling his feet underneath him. Clutching onto the stupid flowers. And the stupid chocolate. He enters your room. Throwing the stuff at your feet.

“How could you!?” He shouts angrily. 

“How could you do this to me!? How could you leave me!?” He falls down to the side of your bed, grabbing onto your lifeless body. His own body finally letting him cry. 

“I was going to confess my love for you! And you die?! What the fuck!?” His voice breaks with every word, it was high pitched and hurting.

The nurses that pass by, lowering their heads. Everyone that knew you in the hospital was heartbroken. They truly didn’t think this was going to happen to you. You were good.

“And you don’t tell me you were dying? I should’ve known something was up, you were so sick! I’m such a terrible friend! I fucking suck, you… You fucking suck.” He bawls, punching the bed repeatedly. 

Your mom goes to him, pulling him into a hug and he clings onto her immediately. “I’m sorry!” He says. “I’m sorry!” He weeps and she shushes him. “It’s okay, it’s okay I promise.” She cries with him. 

Such a twisted, sick fate life had gifted upon you. 

[justalittlelilac]

Hiii! Since you're asking for prompts... how about sick step 2 Qiu with a high fever? Being clingy and accidentally confessing their love for the MC? 🥺

This is so cute, I'm going to lose my mind.

Caring for a prickly, clingy Qiu Lin

Barely revised and edited. If you see mistakes, no you didn't <3

It wasn’t uncommon for Qiu to not answer when you knocked on their bedroom door, but this was concerning. You shifted the food tray in your hands, trying not to spill the steaming chicken noodle soup that Mrs. Lin had carefully prepared. The familiar smell of ginger filled the hallway, reminding you of all the times you'd eaten dinner at their house.

Silence was still your only greeting from behind the barrier separating you and your friend.

“Qiu? It’s me. Your mom sent me up with some food and medicine for you. Can I come in?” You asked, concern lacing your words. You pressed your ear against the cool wood of the door, straining to hear any sign of life within.

There was a beat of quiet, but from the other side you heard shuffling, something toppling with a hollow thud, and the distinct sound of papers and pens falling to the wood floor. Qiu’s voice reached you, except it sounded more like a muffled groan. You took that as enough acknowledgment to breach the quarantine zone.

Qiu’s room was usually messy, but that could be an understatement compared to the scene you were met with now. Beyond the typical scattered clothes and notes, tissues covered every surface like confetti after a party. Wrappers from various types of snacks and cough drops, and the occasional water bottle were like little islands everywhere.

Extra pillows and blankets were strewn about the floor as if Qiu had rotated between their bed and the cooler surface of the hardwood. Your eyes traced a path to their mattress, which housed a rather miserable looking lump. The top of Qiu’s head was the only thing visible from the blankets.

Approaching slowly, you placed the food tray down on their night stand, nearly knocking off half empty water bottles and their journal. Qiu was turned away from you on their side, eyes closed, cheeks red, and their dark hair loose around their face.

"I'm dead. Go away," they grumbled softly. Their form remained turned away from you.

"That's weird. Dead people don't talk," you quipped, making yourself comfortable on the edge of the mattress. Qiu's face didn't change, not even an eyebrow twitch to indicate they heard you. "I really don't want to bury you," you added when they didn't respond, clearly taking your point into consideration.

After a moment, you shrugged your shoulders and rose, giving a dramatic sigh. "Alright, I guess I'll go get the shovel. I was really hoping it wouldn't have to come to this." You turned to head to the door, intending to just venture downstairs to let Mrs. Lin know you had made the successful delivery.

You hadn't taken three steps before Qiu Lin's head popped up, their hair sticking out every which way and glassy eyed.

"Wait," they croaked. You turned back, trying not to smirk as they avoided your eyes. "I may not be dead, but I am definitely dying," they declared, then sneezed into their elbow as if to prove their point. They flopped back onto the bed like a deflated balloon.

"Ew," you responded with another laugh, returning to your previous sitting position. With a sniffle, they stretched their arm, fumbling around on their night stand, and nearly landing their digits in the bowl of soup. You acted fast, reaching over to supply a clean tissue to their hand. Their tired eyes met yours with a small, grateful smile.

"Thanks," they said, before blowing their nose like trumpet. "What are you doing here anyway?" They blinked at you like they'd completely forgotten about the tray of food right next to them.

"You were dead, remember? Your mom let me in because she knows you'd want someone to mourn you properly."

Qiu rolled their eyes, but their smile stuck around. "She probably would rather have you around anyway." They pushed themselves up against their pillows, which took way more effort than it should have.

"Maybe, but I think she'd miss her only child," you assured optimistically, poking them in the leg. They winced, and you immediately felt bad. "And I would too," you added quickly.

Qiu's cheeks grew redder, though with their fever it was hard to tell if you'd actually made them blush.

"I have been sick for years," they insisted, but their tone was a little lighter than their previous attempts to convince you of their demise.

"You're so dramatic. Here, eat and take your medicine. I command it." You placed the tray in their lap like a stern head nurse. They blinked down at the contents, not realizing it was there until now.

"Chicken noodle soup?" was all they asked, eyes shifting from the steaming bowl of broth, noodles, and veggies to your face.

"Your mom said it's your favorite," you shrugged, watching their expression carefully. They didn't react any further than that, and picked up the spoon to begin eating.

The room grew quiet aside for the occasional slurp, but it was a comfortable kind of quiet, the kind that happens when you've known someone long enough that you don't need to fill every silence.

When they finished, Qiu wiped their mouth with their sleeve, then noticed the napkin on the tray and gave you a sheepish look. You just shook your head and handed them their water bottle and the medicine. Once they'd taken everything, you helped move the tray away.

Qiu shuffled in the bed, sinking back down into the blankets. You assumed that was your cue to leave and stood to do so. Subtly, you felt a tug on your pant leg. Turning to look down, you found Qiu's fingers pinching the fabric. Their eyes were closed, but where their face should have been relaxed, ready for rest, was the furrowed brow of confliction.

"I don't want you to go, but I don't want you to get sick too," they muttered into their blanket.

"I'm sorry, what was that?" You couldn't help grinning. Even sick, Qiu was too fun to tease. Their brows furrowed even harder and the corners of their lips pulled down slightly, as if the pain of repeating themselves was greater than the fever ache.

"I said, I don't want you to go, but I don't want you to get sick," they grumbled out, just slightly clearer than before.

Oh.

You had half expected them to ignore you in favor for not having to repeat themselves. Qiu's eyes opened, and they peered up at you expectantly. It took you a moment to realize you needed to respond.

"Oh, well, I guess I can stay for a little while." You tried to play it cool, but it was hard to ignore the feeling in your chest, a mix of flattery and the excitement that came with having a crush.

"Besides, I have an immune system of steel. I'm pretty sure I have ancestors that were impervious to the black plague or something," you added casually as you sat back down.

You were trying to keep the mood light, remembering how your mom would say that laughter is the best medicine. It was also to reassure Qiu that if they wanted you here, you would stay, sickness or not.

It may not have cured them immediately, but you did catch their smile as they scooched over to give you more room. Their bed wasn't huge, but it was big enough that you could fit next to them with while they propped themselves up again.

There was a beat of silence as the both of you were not quite sure where to go from there, but then Qiu Lin broke the pause.

"Sorry," was all they said. Their eyes darted to your face, and then back down to their lap. "About the whole thing," they tacked on after a pause.

"What?" You asked with your head cocked in confusion. Qiu rolled their lips into their mouth, you could feel the heat radiating off them. Hopefully the fever medicine would kick in soon.

"I just don't want you to be bored," they explained, looking at you with an expression that seemed to be asking more than their words were saying.

"Qiu, you are literally my favorite person to be around, you know that," you said it so simply, like it was a universal fact. "I do have my phone though. We can watch videos or something." You reached into your pocket to pull out your mobile device and wave it subtly.

The tension in their shoulders loosened and they nodded at your suggestion. Qiu was a bit slow, but they eventually settled against you. Their body was burning up against your skin, but you didn't mind. You could handle it.

You pulled up YouTube and clicked on a video you'd watched recently. After a while, Qiu's head dropped onto your shoulder, their breathing getting slower and steadier. When you glanced down, their eyes were closed, face finally relaxed instead of scrunched up in misery.

They let out a content sigh, snuggling closer like your mere presence was the cause of comfort and not the ibuprofen they'd taken.

"Your my favorite person too...you're always there for me...that's why I love you," Qiu murmured so softly, so gently, that it came out like they were expressing it more to themselves than to you. As if they had intended it to be said in their fevered mind than out loud.

If the sound of your video hadn't been playing, one would be able to hear a pin drop. That would be due to your halted breath. Your wide eyes lingered on their relaxed, sleeping face.

"I love you too, Qiu," you whispered the words back to them. They didn't respond. Sleep had claimed them once more. Your attention turned back to the video, dissecting what hat just transpired.

Eventually, you did leave Qiu and the Lin residence when you were sure your friend was deep in sleep. Your thoughts were scattered, unsure if Qiu's words were that of a friend or more.

But you didn't get a chance to bring it up, because two days later, the tables turned completely. You and Qiu had switched places as the patient and caregiver.

You were convinced your friend must have had the plague with how bad you were feeling. They called you dramatic in return.

"Maybe it's not the plague, maybe it's a different disease," you mumbled incoherently into your pillow. You were sweating like no tomorrow and the only reason your face was pressed to the soft surface was because it was cooler than the air around you. "Now I'm the one who is going to die and it's going to be all your fault Qiu Lin," you groaned.

Qiu laughed, crawling onto your bed to sit beside you, a mirror image from when they were sick.

"You can't die. If you do, how will I tell you 'I love you more' when you say 'I love you too'?"

You turned your face to theirs, the heat rising in your cheeks was absolutely definitely from the fever, and not from what Qiu had just said. They were giving you that soft lopsided smile they always did as they brushed a piece of hair from your sweat drenched forehead.

"Okay." It was all you could respond for the moment. "I won't die then."

[tune-on-in-folks]

Alastor with some degradation, please 🙏

Day 17, two days late yet again lmao. Today's prompt was degradation, I hope this is okay! I wasn't exactly sure how to go about this prompt. Enjoy!

Also if you think a fic needs a tag/warning, let me know!

Tags/Warnings: P in V sex, deal mention, rough sex, sex as punishment, questionable consent, degradation, Alastor calls reader whore + slut, face-fucking, creampie, fingering Word Count: 2,245

If there was one thing you absolutely loved doing, it was antagonizing Alastor. He just made it so easy to call him out on things. You enjoyed the back and forths you both engaged in often. Tonight was no different, you were sitting at the bar nursing your choice of poison when Alastor entered.

He said your name softly, taking a seat next to you. “Still drinking, I see.”

You roll your eyes, hiding your smile behind your glass. “And you’re still joining me.”

“Hmm, I suppose I am.” He acknowledges, bringing a freshly poured whiskey to his lips.

You finish off your own drink, turning to face Alastor. “You know if you keep hanging around me people are going to start thinking I have you on a leash or something.”

Radio static picks up around him, his eye twitching. But your focus is on Husk who had just dropped the glass he had been cleaning.

“Husk, are you okay?” You ask, tone switching from playful to concerned immediately.

He chuckles, “Yeah, I’m good. Wet hands and all, glass slipped.”

You are about to offer to grab the dustpan when Nifty comes in, quickly sweeping the glass away.

“Thank you, Nif.” Husk says, following after the one-eyed sinner. “Let me help you with that.”

As they disappear, you take a deep breath and turn back to Alastor, finally noticing his silent glowering. You open your mouth to finish your thought when your phone dings with a text from Husk.

Word of advice Kid? Don’t imply you have the Boss on a leash.

You frown at the message, finally finishing your thought to Alastor. “As I was saying, hanging around me all the time isn’t good for your image.”

You meet his gaze again, your brows furrowing. “I crossed a line with that comment didn’t I?”

The Radio Demon sighs, pinching his brow. “What did Husker say?”

You raise an eyebrow, “What did Husk say, when?”

“Your message, it’s from him isn't it?” He points out.

Surprise fills you. “I…didn’t know you knew my notification sounds.” You say softly, you had one for everyone in the Hotel, save him for obvious reasons. 

You reply to his question before he can press further, “He was just telling me not to antagonize you too much.”

“Oh? Is that all?” Alastor replies sharply, his ire clear. “What were his exact words?”

You could see it in his eyes, in the tension in his shoulders that he was contemplating turning this towards Husk, much to your annoyance. You loved Alastor but you refused to allow him to punish your friends for something you had said.

“Yes.” You reply with the same level of bite. “Those were his exact words. But I don’t need Husk telling me, to know that I crossed a line. So how about you focus on me? I was the one who implied I had you on a leash.”

The radio static around Alastor picks up again, his smile straining at the end. “My dear, I suggest you stop talking.” He warns, his voice dripping with seriousness.

But you continue, trying to keep Alastor’s anger focused on you. “Hmm. I haven’t finished my drink yet, so you’re locked in this conversation with me. Unfortunately.”  

Your smile is sharp and dangerous. “I adore you, Al. But I draw the line at you hurting my friends, especially if it’s for something I said. So punish me, not Husk.”

His eyes narrow as he stands up, reaching for your hand. A moment later you were both traveling through shadow. When you materialize again you land on his bed. Slightly disoriented, not having expected to be moved by Alastor’s shadow powers, you groan.

“Gods, Al, what the fuck?” You complain as you sit up. “That leash comment really bothers you that much?”

He advances on you, his anger clear. “I told you to stop talking.”

“No.” You shoot back, “you ‘suggested’ it. Are you telling me now?”

He grabs your arm roughly, pulling you off the bed. You flinch, not expecting Alastor to be so forceful, regardless of his anger. You were realizing that you had never truly angered him before, typically you both just engaged in a playful back and forth. This was different. This was genuine anger and you were quickly regretting pushing the topic. He forces you down to your knees, your skin scraping against the hardwood floor of his room. His fingers tangle in your hair, yanking your head back to force you to look up at him. At the same time his other hand unzipped his slacks, pulling out his hardening cock.

“No.” He replies with cold certainty. “I’m making you.”

You open your mouth only for him to shove his cock into it roughly. He groans softly, his grip on the back of your head tightens. You brace yourself against his thighs, not pushing away but also not pulling him closer. You met his glare head-on.

“This is a much better use for your mouth. I can’t hear any more of your insolent remarks.” He punctuates his words with a small thrust.

You swallow around his length, your tongue slowly moving against the underside of him. You weren’t going to pass up an opportunity to pleasure him, regardless of his upset. Alastor groans, rolling his hips again.

“You don’t know when to stop, do you?” He growls, “Such a brat.”

His words send a thrill straight to your core as he presses his cock deeper into your mouth. He pulls out only to thrust in deeper, his cock hitting the back of your throat.

“Always taunting me, sassing me. And now here you are, on your knees for me, sucking me off like a little slut.”

You moan around his length, your eyes never leaving him. Was this punishment? Because it sure as Hell didn’t feel like it. Not that you would tell Alastor that, besides you couldn’t, not with his cock in your mouth. You hollow your cheeks around his length, sucking, and swirling your tongue around him as he slowly fucks your mouth.

“Is that what you are, my darling little doe? A slut?”

You nod, reaching to touch his cock only for him to slap your hand away.

“Ah-ah-ah, only good girls get to touch. And you have been nothing but a bad girl tonight.”

He pulls from your mouth, pumping his length a couple of times, keeping a glare on you.

“I want you to strip.” He demands.

“Alastor-” You begin, not sure what you wanted to say to him.

His eyes narrow and he takes a step towards you, “Do as I tell you to, pet. Or I will broadcast your screams for all of Hell to hear.”

You swallow, standing and quickly pulling your shirt off your head. You kick off your shoes while unzipping your pants. You let them fall to your feet, stepping out of them and pulling off your socks. You pause for a moment, hesitating slightly.

“All of your clothes.” He growls, idly spreading his precum around his cock.

You nod, slipping off your panties and then your bra. You stand in front of him, completely naked.

You try again, “Alastor, look I’m really sorry for-”

He pushes you down onto his bed, forcing your legs apart. He swipes his fingers up your slit, gathering up your growing arousal. You gasp at the sensation, meeting his gaze.

“Look at that, so wet for me. Does it turn you on for me to take control? To put you in your place?” He sneers, rubbing your clit softly. “Does it arouse you to be punished by me?”

“Al…” You whisper, “I didn't meant to-”

He thrusts his fingers inside you, curling them up to press against your g-spot. “You don’t ever shut up do you? What do you hope to gain from your continued taunting?”

Small moans and whimpers escape you, joining the lewd squelching of your wet cunt as he fingers you.

“Oh yes, I do prefer you like this. A compliant, quiet, little whore.”

You moan softly, your walls fluttering around his fingers. He pulls his fingers from your cunt suddenly, shoving them into your mouth to prevent you from speaking yet again. The sudden taste of yourself on your tongue has you closing your mouth around his fingers, sucking softly. You lap at his fingers, cleaning him of your fluids as he pumps his cock slowly.

“If you ever speak of my reaction you shall find yourself being punished.” 

He shifts forward, running his cock through your slick folds, swirling the head against your clit. He pulls his fingers from your mouth as he positions himself at your entrance. He presses into you slowly, moaning as your tight walls squeeze him.

Alastor captures your mouth with his, silencing you from speaking, yet again. “Keep your insolent mouth free of any words. If I hear you speak, I will ensure you cannot walk for a week straight.”

You frown, biting your lip at his command. You had several things you wanted to say, but you kept quiet for the time being.

He chuckles softly, thrusting all the way inside you, “There we go, so you’re not completely useless. Perhaps there’s hope for you after all, my dear.”

You whimper, reaching towards his arms to brace yourself. Alastor’s eyes flash with annoyance, grabbing your wrists, he pins your hands above your head.

“What did I say about touching?” He growls, thrusting deeper inside you.

Your eyes flutter shut at the sharpness of his thrusts. He picks up the pace, fucking you hard and fast.

After a moment you mouth, “Can I at least say our safeword?”

He watches your mouth for a moment, his ear twitching as you repeat the words over until understanding shows in his eyes.

“Yes, my dear.” He finally replies, his voice a tad bit softer, “You may use our safeword.”

You smile, glad to know that even while upset at you, he wouldn’t ever abuse your trust.

“This may be punishment, my dear, but I would never push you past what I know you can handle.” He reassures you.

You nod, mewling when he picks up his pace, fucking you harder and faster. Your breath catches in your throat, your back arching as you meet him thrust for thrust. Alastor dips down, burying his face against your neck as he takes you.

“Look at you, falling apart on my cock already.” He groans against your ear. “Such a good little whore for me.”

He releases your hands, bracing himself above you as his other hand slips between your bodies to rub tight circles against your clit.

“If you ever”- He thrust into you harder- “imply that I’m on a leash again. I will make sure your screams and moans are broadcast for all of Hell.”

You moan softly, your walls squeezing around his cock as he threatens you.

“Though I suppose you’d like that, wouldn’t you, my little doe? Such a dirty girl, wanting all of Hell to know who owns you.”

You whimper, feeling the pleasure in your gut coil tighter with every word and every sharp thrust. His hips stutter, his pace faltering for a moment at how tightly you pulse around him.

He nips your ear sharply, “Cum for me, my little whore. I want everyone in this forsaken Hotel to know who’s fucking you. Who owns you.”

His words send you over your edge, your back arching as your body tenses from the effort of your release.

“Alastor!” You moan loudly, breaking his rule in favor of screaming his name.

A few sharp thrusts later and Alastor slams his cock as deep inside you as it can reach. Hot ropes of cum splash against your cervix as he paints your walls white. He was breathing hard as he pulled from you and collapsed beside you. 

“Don’t think I didn’t catch that, my dear.” He scolds softly.

You smile, “Hey it was either be quiet or let the entire Hotel know it was you making me scream.”

He hums, “I did say that, didn’t I?”

“Yeah.” You smile softly, resting your head against his chest. “You did.”

Silence falls between the two of you for a moment before you glance up at Alastor, meeting his gaze.

“You know I don’t care if you’re in a deal with someone, right? I don’t know what the reason is, but I trust your judgement. I trust you.”

Alastor meets your gaze, his smile straining again. “My dear, please drop it.”

You sit up, pressing a kiss to his lips. “I will. I just need you to know that I won’t hold it over you, and I promise I won’t mention it to anyone. But…please tell me if I need to know something about it, okay? Unfortunately for you, I care about you.”

He cups your face, resting his forehead against yours, “Quite unfortunate for me, indeed. A shame I return the sentiment.”

He presses another kiss to your lips. “You don’t need to know anything right now, little doe. That’s for your safety. Now, go to sleep. You deserve some rest after taking me so well.”

You give him a soft smile, settling back down against his chest. You weren’t truly satisfied with his answer, but with how he reacted, you knew it was better to drop it. You just hoped that one day, he’d trust you enough with the truth.