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#v: dearest lucy
losingmymindrn · 1 month
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Lucy gray helping dyslexic Coral with homework 🫵
she's so patient with her<3
Meanwhile Coral is about to rip the book in half
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caruliaa · 2 years
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woagh today has been such a sleeby tired day for me which. i just am hoping does not continue on for tmrw because i have work and well i v much do not want to b more tirerd than usual at work SDJSNZK but omg okay im so glad tht your first day back at school was okay i am sorry tht it was tiring and stuff but!!! i just hope tmrw is also ok or better still:33!!! ofc if it isnt or if anything else troubles u then always feel soso free to message me abt it if you want to my beloved<3333 but yeah omg anyway ok so. ladybird you are such suchhhhh a good friend like youre sososooo caring and thoughtful and kind and fun and understandinf and lovely and!!! j overall an incredible friend and then also youre simply an incredible person so:333!!!! you r trulie so amaazinggggg and yeahyeahyesy i just love you soooo muchhh!! i love uu (hugs u tight if u wanna!!!💕💕🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻💕💕💕💕🫶🏻🫶🏻💕💕💕)
yayea i get the sleepy tired day vibes but i hope it can b a less of that for you today love and that work is okay for you and stuff my dearest !!! :> and yea tysm mx tthankfully my day at school today also pretty okay id say also i was also very tired bc it was rly hard for me ot get to sleep last night but it was all chill in the end DGFHDFHDF also omg omg tysm mx your soso sweeet and kind to me u rly are ;; i hope you know how youre really such a good friend too my dearest you rly rly are like yours soso sweet and kind and caring and thoughtful and understnading of me and really make me feel soso loved and cared for and warm and also just bring soso much joy and happiness into my day and my life just whenever we talk and spend time together like you really are such a wonderful person my dearest and i love you soso much i really really do and i hope you know how im rly so gald that i can be the same to you and am i good friend to you becuase you really do deserve and also just because i really do want to because you just really do mean the whole world to me and just !! i rly am soso glad and lucky ot know you i really really amm and i really do love you so os much my dearest i really really do so os much :'> * hugs back you sos much v close if u wish* !!!!! 💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💞💞💞💞💞💞💞💞💞💞💞💞💞💞💞💞💞💞💞💞
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delfiore · 9 months
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—MY DEAREST FRIEND AND ENEMY. (4/5)
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pairing: ona batlle x fem!reader
synopsis: your start at barcelona is rockier than expected. luckily, you have ona there to support you through it.
word count: 4.3k
a/n: we're almost at the end guys final stretch!! this series is ending at part 5
PART I, PART II, PART III, PART V
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“I forgot how fucking dreadful press days are.”
You had just returned home from an entire day of cameras shoved in your face and smiling until your cheeks hurt. It didn’t help that you were nervous as hell at a new club and country. To say your battery was spent was an understatement.
“Well then don’t get used to it, 'cause I’d be happy not to do any of the work that got you here,” Toni answered on the video call.
“Fuck off,” you laughed. “I wanna stay here for a while. So, no need to worry.”
“Good. You deserve it, Y/N. You’ll do great.”
“Thank you for all that you do, Tones. I don’t thank you enough for putting up with me and my bullshit.”
“You can thank me by becoming top scorer this season?”
You grinned, “We’ll see.”
There was a different expectation of being a Barcelona player. You were presumed to integrate yourself into a team of champions and help prolong the club’s success.
These were high expectations, and with them came intensive physical and technical training. You had to adapt to a new style of play, new players with different sets of skills, not to mention having to settle into a whole new footballing culture. But you were where you are because you never backed down from a challenge, and this one was no exception.
It certainly helped that there were people you have played with at the club—Lucy, Keira, and, of course, Ona.
You felt her eyes on you as you finished a sprint on the training ground, slightly self-conscious as you were already sloppy and perspiring just from the warmup.
“Need some water, Y/L/N? You’re not already sweating, are you?” Lucy teased as she jogged past with a ball at her feet.
You pointed at the glaring sun. “Just gotta get used to the weather.”
“Well, ya better get used to it fast ‘cause I’m not gonna wait for you to catch up,” the English defender said before nutmegging you with a cackle.
“Oh, you’re fucking on!”
The laughter caught Ona’s attention. She looked over and saw you and Lucy fighting the ball off each other, your giggles rolling like a child’s yet your movements were fluid and expertly as if you were on the pitch. She couldn’t help but smile as her eyes followed your form, energized and youthful, your skin glistening under the sun.
The ball rolled to her, and she stopped it when the sole of her feet, before passing it back to you. Your giggles died down as you took the ball in your hands and tossed it over to Lucy.
“Hey,” you said with a lingering beam.
“Hi,” she returned your smile.
She lingered, watching the smile never leave your face as you jogged—practically bounced—over to Coach. You were much happier here, it was apparent. How could you not, when there is sunshine all year round in Barcelona? She could only hope she wasn’t the one to rain on your parade.
During a physical training drill involving two people, you were paired with her. Something about similar height and body weight, but she could only think about the way you were panting from the heat, and how you chugged your water like a parched man in the middle of the desert.
“Ready?” She smirked, handing the elastic band to you.
You huffed with a grin and put the band around your waist. “Don’t hold back.”
“Not planning on it.”
Somewhere along the session, Ona had forgotten all about her worries. Something had changed in you, or maybe she had never known the real you at all; the playful and charismatic part of you that you weren’t using to charm her, but it was just the way you were with people. It made her rue not cherishing you as you were before, and letting you slip through her fingers.
You were sprawled out on the grass like a starfish, heaving from the strenuous session. Several of your teammates were also on the ground, some sitting, some lying down as you were, so you didn’t feel too bad about being absolutely destroyed.
“You getting up anytime soon, partner?” A figure blocked the beaming rays of the sun, a short relief from the heat.
“Keep gloating,” you groaned and stood up, pulling your shirt up to wipe the sweat from your face. You knew your plan was working when you spotted her looking at your abdomen, your skin glowing and contoured in the light.
Hardly hiding your smirk, you grabbed a bottle of water, feeling a strange tightness in your thigh just as the session was brought to an end.
“Everyone, gather around,” Mapi waved her hands. “We’re hosting a little party to celebrate a new season at ours. Saturday night, 7 o’clock, BYOB, and a potluck vibe. Whatever you can bring, okay?”
“As long as there won’t be another fire like last time, we’re all good,” said Rolfö with a smirk.
“That was one time, okay? And it wasn’t even that bad,” Mapi protested.
“It almost burned your pretty little face off,” Pina teased.
“Hey, you alright?” You heard Ona whisper next to you. She must have noticed the way you were grimacing and grabbing at the back of your leg.
“Yeah, I’m fine. It’s just feeling a little tight right here.” It was the spot in which your hamstring was injured a couple of years ago.
“Okay, let’s go to the physio,” Ona offered you her arm.
“Oh, it’s okay. I can find my way there.”
Ona hesitated. She suddenly realized how this must have looked for her; either an overly concerned and attentive teammate or an appropriately concerned and attentive lover.
“Do you . . . not want me to come with you?” She asked, her voice quiet and almost inaudible over Mapi frantically defending herself.
“Well, I . . . I don’t want to bother you.”
“It won’t be a bother,” she was astonished to know you thought you could ever bother her. “Promise.”
You nodded and walked with her to the physio quarters. All the while, Ona was walking a step behind you just in case you needed her assistance. When you arrived, a couple of the physios greeted you heartily in Catalan, and Ona was quick to jump in and translate when you looked at her for help.
“We’ve got a feeling this might happen, given her history with that hamstring injury. Tell her to lie down, I’ll have a look.”
You grimaced as the physio felt your thigh, digging his fingers into your flesh, your soft groans stirring a hidden part in Ona. There was a time when she was the one to dig her digits into your thighs. She knew you liked it when did because you would always make your pleasure known.
“He said you’ll be okay, Y/N. Just have to remember to stretch thoroughly before and after physical exercise.”
You sighed and pouted, as you rested your chin on your folded arms.
“What’s wrong?”
“I don’t know. I just came to a new club, I don’t want this to slow me down,” you blew air out of your mouth. “I just don’t wanna let anyone down.”
“You won’t, Y/N,” Ona took a stool and sat in front of you. “I know any club would be happy to have you at 70%, much less at your full capacity.”
You smiled and shook your head. “Is this your attempt at making me feel better after everything?”
Ona stuttered, gawking at your comment. Your grin never faltered, and you tilted your head, taunting her.
“I guess I deserved that,” she chuckled quietly, feeling warmth creep up her cheeks.
“I’m just kidding, Ona. I wanna get past it, really,” your eyes softened. “It was causing unnecessary stress and . . . I don’t wanna feel like that anymore.”
“Y/N, I’m sorry—”
“No, please. Don’t apologize anymore. I know you’re sorry.”
“Okay, sorry,” she cringed as soon as it came out. “Okay.”
“I want us to start over. As friends.” You said, extending a hand towards her, dangling it in front of her face. “After all, I feel like we should at least be friendly if we’re playing on the same team now, right?”
She wanted nothing more than to scream in your face and tell her how much she wanted you, how much she wanted to wake up in the morning and find you in the bed next to her, to make you coffee and hold you and kiss you and tell everyone on the team about it because she would be so proud to be yours, to tell you that there hasn’t been a day since she left Manchester that she didn’t wish she could go back and tell you how she really felt.
Instead, she nodded and took your hand. “Yeah, okay.”
It wasn’t just her decision anymore, it never was. And yet, she decided anyway and had to live with it.
As the season rolled on, you found yourself slipping sometimes. You would think about Ona and the time you spent together, but you also cherished what you had now. You were teammates, but you were also friends. You supported and helped each other during training and matches, just as good teammates should. Maybe it was easier that way, but you yearned to be close to her again.
Keira insisted that the best thing you could do was to go on dates and go on dates you did. You went on so many dates in the span of a month that all the faces seemed to have blurred together. A couple of them became one-night stands, but none turned out to be anything meaningful, not when you only had one person in the back of your mind, hard as you tried not to act on them.
They reminded you of Leena, how shitty you handled the situation by basically fleeing the country. You had called her a few times, and left a few messages, wanting to talk and apologize, but none of them were answered. You tried her Instagram, but she had blocked you on there too. You didn’t blame her, and maybe reaching out now was only giving you the closure you needed to move on, but you wanted to do it because you believed Leena deserved an apology for everything she’s done for you.
So you texted Gio, letting him know what happened. He wasn’t pleased when you told him, not exactly liking that you had disrespected his friend, but agreed to pass a message along.
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“Hello, Coach. Tough loss today. What do you think was the main factor in Barça’s defeat today?” “Well, it’s never fun to go through a loss, and we all have a lot of work to do. I can’t comment as to why we’ve lost—I’d have to watch it back—but we simply were not the better team today.” “What do you think of Y/N Y/L/N’s performance? There were several chances that she’s missed today, and she hasn’t made an impression at the club quite yet. Have you had any reassessments about this signing at all?” “To evaluate a player’s performance this early is simply unfair. Some players hit the ground running right away, but some don’t. It doesn’t mean they are doomed. Y/N has shown time and time again that she is a world-class player, and I have full faith that she will become an integral part of our squad.”
Barcelona hadn’t won in five games. It was starting to worry the board. You knew it was a team sport, and that if you lost, it meant multiple people were doing something wrong. But you started all five of those games, and you missed a lot of chances and passes. It made you think it was your fault somehow.
You turned off the press conference you were watching of Jonatan’s. Even though he didn’t show it, you knew he was stressed, trying to find a fault in the system. You wished you knew the answer, but you didn’t, because you were trying your best and it still didn’t seem to be good enough.
“Alright, girls.” Alexia clapped her hands together as she stood in the middle of the dressing room. “We lost. Big deal. Feel the sting, and let it pass over you. If you don’t, we might as well just give up on the title now. We can’t do that. We’re champions. The reason why we are is that we are strong enough to get back up, time and time again. That’s what makes us champions.”
Your eyes darted toward Ona sitting across the dressing room with her head in her hands. There were two goals out of the four the team conceded that came from the right flank, where Ona was covering. The moment those goals hit the net, you had the urge to yell, but seeing the way her shoulders sagged as she dejectedly looked away absolved you of any anger you felt.
You remembered the nights you spent consoling her over losses that could have gone either way. She blamed herself for every defeat she had suffered, finding every fault that she had contributed to, and today was no different.
“Hey,” you knelt in front of her.
She looked up at you, and you knew she had been crying from how red her face was.
You offered her a sad smile. “Look around you. There’s something worse than being sad, and that’s being alone and sad. You’re not alone.”
Placing a firm hand on her knee, you rubbed her skin softly. She laughed quietly, and you remembered how it was to kiss her. It was so long ago, but the traces of it still haunted you before you closed your eyes at night. It wouldn’t be good for either of you now. Plus, everyone was here.
“Did you just quote Ted Lasso at me?”
“Yeah, but he ain’t wrong.”
Looking around the room at the sullen faces of your teammates, you couldn’t help but feel grateful that they were all here, united by the same emotions. But you still couldn’t shake that gnawing feeling in your stomach that you might have been the problem. The moment you came to the club, Barcelona went on its worst streak in years? Was it the inevitability of a club’s success running its course, or that you had come in and fucked it all up? You knew the answer, of course, and you hated the anxiety that followed.
But you were Y/N Y/L/N, and you never backed down from a challenge, and it wouldn’t be fun if there were none.
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It felt like everything you were doing, it was all wrong. Jonatan had sent you in to utilize your dribbling, but you felt like every time you tried, the opposition would mercilessly cut you off. You felt helpless, seeing the way your teammates attempted to hide how annoyed they were you had lost possession again, this time from a quick pass to the flank from Aitana. You were subbed off halfway through the second half to make way for Salma, who managed to salvage a point with an equalizer later in the game.
You sat on the bench, watching your teammates fight on, feeling dejected and trying not to cry before you could get to the dressing room. Patri, who had also been subbed off, put her arm on your shoulder and rubbed it soothingly.
Whilst you were coming off, you heard boos coming from the stands, from Barça fans, calling you names, telling you to go back where you came from. You bit your lip, and kept your head down, so people wouldn’t see your tears and make fun of them too.
You excused yourself at the final whistle to find a bathroom you could hide in. Why was it so hard for you to receive those passes? You had never had trouble with passing before.
Looking in the mirror, you saw a face looking back with pity. But it wasn’t you, not really. It was the insecure child you were years ago, the one whose ambitions were driven by fear of abandonment. Her eyes were brimming with tears, her bottom lip jutting out and quivering, her chest rose and fell like she awaited the world to close in on her and swallow her whole.
Your breathing picked up, and you started pacing back and forth, breathing heavily out of your mouth. Your hands shook as you mumbled to yourself to get your shit together. The breaths you drew grew faster and shallower until you sunk to your knees on the cold tiles and wept. You didn’t know how long you were there. It could have been minutes, or hours until two arms wrapped around you tightly.
You looked up, panicked, but it was just Ona. Still, you stood up and walked away from her attempting to hide your tear-stained face, but she insisted, pulling you into her.
“It’s okay, Y/N.” She said, over and over. “Look at me.”
So you looked. You were so tired of fighting, you just wanted to go home. Her eyes darted back and forth between yours, hard at first trying to get you to stop being stubborn, but then they softened, seeing you fall apart like this.
“This feels oddly familiar, doesn’t it?” She said.
You sniffled, and let out a tearful laugh before launching yourself into her arms. She stood there holding you while you cried until you were too tired to continue.
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Winter could have come and gone in Barcelona and you would have never noticed. Still, the Catalans were big on Christmas, at least the ones you knew were. Everyone had been talking about their holiday plans, much of it involved big dinners surrounded by family and/or drinking until you passed out, but you thought about the vacation you would be taking somewhere warm. Mexico perhaps, the Maldives, or back to good ol’ Ibiza.
So when Ona invited you to come back to Vilassar de Mar to spend Christmas with her and her family, you had an important decision to make. You knew how it looked, but things were far from how they appeared between you. After that game away, you had found it easier to confide in Ona about things; little things, big things, it didn’t matter, Ona was always there to listen. In return, you lent her your ears and maybe a shoulder to lean on. You had almost become something like friends.
Ona’s childhood home was no grand castle, but it was warm and loving. Her parents and brother greeted you like you were family right from the moment you stepped through the door, taking your suitcase and jacket from you. Her father, claiming to be a big fan of yours, asked for your autograph and you could only happily indulge him.
“Please, our home is yours,” her mother said, leading you inside.
“Told you they could be a lot,” Ona murmured with a grin.
“What do you mean? I’m being treated like royalty! I’m not complaining,” you smirked and she rolled her eyes.
Her mother led you and Ona to her childhood bedroom, a small room littered with posters and trophies sitting on a shelf at the foot of her bed.
Just then, her mother gasped quietly as if remembering something, and spoke to Ona in Spanish. She stuttered for a few seconds, then turned to you. “My mom’s saying you could take this room and I’ll sleep in Joan’s. He’ll take the couch if that’s—”
“Oh, no, no, please. I feel bad enough that you guys are hosting me, I can’t just kick your brother out of his room.” You shook your head quickly. “I could sleep here if that’s okay.”
Ona nodded gingerly and relayed the message to her mother, who was fully understanding and left you both to unpack.
The door clicked shut, and you looked over to Ona, who had lifted the corner of her mouth looking back at you.
Aitana came to visit on the 23rd, claiming it was always a treat to hang at the Batlles because she always leaves well-fed. You could attest to that, as the dinners they served you were mouth-watering, and you found yourself thinking about the next one the moment you opened your eyes in the morning.
You had helped Ona’s mom with juicing some lemonade to bring out to everyone relaxing in the backyard or—in Ona and Aitana’s case—passing a football around. Quickly setting the lemonade down on the table—much to Mrs. Batlle’s dismay—you sprinted towards the girls and took the ball from Ona’s feet.
She stuck her tongue out at you and walked towards the table, taking a glass of lemonade for herself.
“Would it be so hard to admit to what you’re both denying yourself?”
You chuckled quietly at Aitana’s words. “It feels more like deprivation than denial.”
“Ona loves you, Y/N.” She said, watching Ona on the other side of the yard conversing with her brother.
“Did she tell you that?”
“I’ve known the girl ever since we were 15,” she shrugged. “And yes, she cried to me last year about you.”
You chuckled. “Well, the feeling is definitely mutual.”
“But . . . ?”
You glanced at her and sent a wordless smile, plopping your sunglasses back on before joining the Batlles for their daily lemonade. Aitana watched you to the table, picking up on Ona quickly handing you a glass, and brushing hair out of your eyes as you drank. Idiots, she thought, the both of them.
Looking back, there was not a single moment during your time in Vilassar de Mar that you weren’t holding your breath every time you were in the same room as Ona. It made you seek out her mom, and hang with her more than you did with Ona. You were also able to pick up some more Spanish, as it was the only way you could effectively communicate with her. You didn’t want to toot your own horn, but her mom did call you an aprendiz rápida, a fast learner.
“Your parents have outdone themselves once again,” you said, leaning against the window. “I wish I grew up with the stuff you guys eat here. Christmas would be so much more fun.”
“Did you like the caga tío too?” Ona grinned and took a seat on the edge of the bed.
“Best thing ever. It poops nougat!” You said excitedly and shook your head.
As your laughter died down, you could hear slurred singing and laughing outside the window somewhere down the street.
“I can’t remember the last time I was this happy,” you said, a ghost of a smile remaining on your lips.
Ona looked out the window, smiling too. “It’s why I always go home whenever I feel down. If I can’t go home, I’ll bring my family to me.” She was sitting next to you now, her arms folded and propped on her thighs. “You’re always welcome to visit. I’m sure they love you more than they love me now.”
“Well, I’d be surprised if they could resist my charm,” you grinned and pushed her shoulder. “I envy you, Ona. Your family’s fantastic.”
“You’ve never told me about your family before,” she said.
“Because there’s nothing to tell,” you shrugged. “Mom and Dad never really cared about me anyway. The only good thing they did for me was sign me up for football and let me leave home to go to my youth club.
They used to go to my games because they were obligated to. The moment I turned 18, they never felt the need. Sometimes I just want to win a game, then look into the stands and see them wearing my shirt, cheering me on, be proud of me.”
“I’m sorry, Y/N,” Ona offered, bumping her knee against your own.
“Don’t be. If they’re not, you shouldn’t be,” you smiled sadly.
Your gaze shifted to her face, seeing the way she studied you, just like that day in the tunnel. Ona was an observer, and it was apparent whenever she was. It was why she was so good at the game; she absorbed like a sponge and repeated what she learned like it was nothing.
Her eyes darted back and forth between your own, and you smiled, watching her nuzzle into her arm, yet leaning in ever so gently.
"What are you doing?"
"Nothing."
“Is this wise?” You raised an eyebrow at her, grinning.
“No,” her voice came out as barely a whisper, “but I know it’s not wrong.”
She was right. It shouldn’t be wrong to feel the way you did. From the beginning, it’s always been her.
You were depriving yourself of the one missing piece in your life, but you were afraid of getting hurt again. But you wanted to be loved so badly, and you didn’t want anyone else.
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casualhedonists · 5 months
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Mother dearest please bless us with
coriolanus snow and reader are bestfriends and she knows about his situation and everything and they get put together to mentor lucy gray together since they both tied in rankings. And coriolanus can see how reader is kinda infatuated with lucy gray and is jealous cus he likes reader and then reader and him meet lucy and he can tell that lucy gray likes reader and then lucy and him just fight over reader while reader just does anything to save lucy BUT also has always had feelings for coriolanus so is conflicted. Yandere!coriolanus and slight yandere!lucy gray
You always eat and feed us 🙏🏻💕
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hi nonnie! so sorry but i tend not to take requests (but your idea sounds 11/10, v cool concept and bi love triangle of my DREAMS) so popping it out there for people to see! and thank you for the lovely words! 🤍🤍
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kieradumpzz081927 · 9 months
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I can't draw more in digital so, introducing Lily Everest! (The art is one of my latest digital art i had.) Name: Lily Everest (Rirī eberesuto) Age: 500+ Species: Mermaid (not siren) Title: Everest family's first mermaid / Queen of mermaids Height: 168 cm / 179cm(with mermaid tail) Children: Melody, Norman, Darren Home: Castle of Atlantis Personality: Caring, Motherly, Loving, Friendly, Patient, Warm-hearted. Hobby: Singing, Mermaid Dancing, Magical Performance Relationship: Melody: Lily's first born child, lily and melody are on famously good mother-daughter terms <3 Norman: Lily's adopted sailor son, lily is the one of the people who can understand norman's traumas, situations, and pain. Darren: Lily's god son, darren can be mean but deep inside of him, he has a soft spot which lily knew about this, melody knew about this, norman knew about this. Nicholas Everest: Lily's oldest brother, lily knows what happened to her oldest brother's dearest friend who died by giving birth of nicholas's god son. Asides that, Lily deeply cares, support, and loved her oldest brother. Annabeth: Lily's mother, who was the first goddess of creation before John V. Gone (don't ask but it's my cousin's oc's name lol) and before GOC's mother. Annabeth and lily are on mother and daughter terms. Lucas: Lily's adopted older brother, lucas may be a emo jerk but still a caring and supporting brother that lily has, even lily bonds with lucas when they talk about all the legends on the sea. Lucy: Lily's oldest sister, although their bonding and and meetings are unknown but they are actually very on good terms as sisters. Nathalia Kiro: Lily's oldest sister who was the triplet of lucy, kiro and lily are famously get along eachother. Jenny: Lily's oldest sister and triplet with lucy and kiro, it is said that lily never met her in person but through spiritual meetings. Siren demon queen: Lily's niece, lily is proud of SDQ for being the new ruler of the mermaids including sirens. SDQ is one of the descendants of lily, the two mermaids are on auntie and niece terms. (There are more but that is all for now...)
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My dearest darliest Lucy Westenra is now here, too!
Lucy seems to be a social butterfly, always out and about.
And she's quite obviously charmed by Mr Holmwood!
We get a brief glimps of a mental asylum doctor.
And now Lucy is in l o v e and it's so adooorable!
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legobatjoker · 2 years
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OMG HOLY SHIT it is um. 1 am !!!! um thats a very big issue on acount of. school so um ya i gotta get to bed NOW !!! and i will and sorry if tihis is short bc of that but b4 i do i rly do just wanna say that !!! i love you so so so much my dearest i rly do like !! you really really are just the most amazing wonderful person my dearest and bring em soso much joy every single day whenever we talk and message and vc like we did today and i get to hear your voice and spend time with you and hear your thoughts it really is soso wonderful my dearest and brings me sm joy and warmth every single day and you really are such an amazing friend who makes me feel soso loved and cared for and safe and at home with you and and i rly am just soso incredibly glad and grateful for that and for you abnd i hope i can be the same to you always becuase i really do want to soso much and you really do deserve it and i just hope you always know how im always here for you no matter what and how you really mean the world to me and that i love you soso much lucy i really truly do :'> i hope your days been good my dearest and that you sleep so well tonight, i love you so so much 💞💗🥭❣🌻🦔🍓🌺🍰🌷🍊💕✨✨✨✨
YEAHHHHH THE SCHOOLNESS OF TMRW IS A DEFINITE. ISSUE. both in the hard to get enough sleep and. i dont want to go to school JSBSJS so yes dw that makes total sense to me and !!! i love you sooooo so much tooooo and im sosososoo glad u enjoy hanging out and stuff because i do too sm and!!!!! vcing today was sooo amazinggggg i loved it sm and i rlly appreciated it as a kind of bday thing it was v nice to get to do so!!!!! yeah:’>>>> and yeah im just sooo so glad u feel that way and that i can be that kind of part of your life for you it makes me so happy and!!! i absolutely do know that ur here for me and stuff and tht means so much too me so tysm for that dear:33 ilysmmm!!!! 💕💕🫶🏻🫶🏻💕💕💕🫶🏻 gnight!! 💕🫶🏻🫶🏻💕💕
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Valentina’s Nicknames for OM! Boys (+ what they call her in return)
Lucifer
For him: Luci, Lulu (if she’s actively trying to be annoying), dearest, asshat (when they’re on bad terms, circa lesson 8)
For her: Tbh isn’t really a nickname person, will go with the occasional dear in response
Mammon
For him: Mams, Mamoon, Mam, Magpie, baby (usually teasingly, e.g. poor baby)
For her: V, Val, Human (usually preceded w an insult), Woman
Leviathan
For him: Levi, oh sir gaming master supreme (joking, usually when about to ask him something), nerd (affectionate, used sparingly), Luigi, bestie, Ariel
For her: Val, noob (was once an insult, now affectionate), Rosalina (her main in Mario Kart), bestie
Satan
For him: Detective, partner in (solving!) crime, cat whisperer, smartass (affectionate), Dr Jekyll
For her: another one not keen on nicknames, but the occasional Investigator, or Officer Jade
Asmodeus
For him: dearest bestie of mine, Azzy, Asmo, drama queen, babe, absolute icon
For her: Val, my dearest friend, babe, honey, my love (platonic, but often mistaken for romantic by others)
Beelzelbub
For him: Beel, honey, hun, Bubs
For her: Val. Thats it. Mans doesn’t get nicknames and I will die on this hill.
Belphagor
For him: Belphie, sleepy bubba (mockingly), moo moo (another one used specifically to annoy), bastard man (affectionate)
For her: Val, you, dumbass (affectionate)
Diavolo
For him: Dia, oh gracious lord (jokingly), hun, diaphragm, diagram, other miscellaneous words starting with the dia- sound
For her: Val, tries really hard with the whole ‘vaugely similar sounding object’ thing does not do well, vaquita (pls look it up, its v cute)
Barbatos
For him: Barb, barbecue, my saviour (in a melodramatic way)
For her: My dear (used very rarely, only for comforting)
Solomon
For him: My dude, oh grand sorcerer (jokingly/mockingly), asshat (affectionate)
For her: Val, my dearest fellow human, mortal (jokingly), my favourite test subject
Simeon
For him: Si, honey, my beloved (platonic), sweetheart, my guardian angel (mostly jokingly, sometimes hits a lil tho)
For her: Love, my dear, other than that not big on nicknames
Luke
For him: Baby (he pretends to despise it), little man, good sir (jokingly), bub
For her: Val, mum (faux annoyed)
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queerdisagreeable · 2 years
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{ID - a blackout poem of the opening to chapter 5 of Dracula. it has been titled “Worth V Dedication”, and reads as follows: “‘9 May. / ‘My dearest Lucy.--/’Forgive my / writing / I have been / overwhelmed / trying / to be with you./ keep up / be useful / When I am with you / I don’t / feel / intended for / Jonathan / I shall try“ END ID}
listen i love the idea of the polycule(tm) as much as the next man but who am i to see this letter and not make it desperately torn between choosing one or the other. /shrug
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utterlyinevitable · 3 years
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Me again dearest Dom☀️ kiss#42 for e&o? Please and thank you🌻
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Pairing: Ethan x F!MC (Odette Hall) Rating: Teen+ Summary: Odette’s career has been taking off and Ethan proudly watches from the sidelines.  Trope: Fluff; Domestic
#42 ...out of pride
A/N: from the write a kiss list. Petra my love! I am so sorry it took FOREVER to figure out a good kiss for these two 😔 I hope you still love it 💕
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She’d done it. Actually, excitedly, succeeded. There never was any doubt in his mind - Ethan would be proud of her regardless of her success. Just taking the leap was celebration enough. 
Now... Now he’s standing in the middle of a crowd flooded with boorish tech and medical moguls in an over-decorated elite ballroom on a Friday night. Willingly. Happily watching as she addresses the crowd from the glass podium. The face and voice of the company calmly, humbly, presenting first year figures. 10 million subscribers and turning a small profit on top of that. She’s beginning to revolutionize medicine, like she swore she would five years ago. He couldn’t be prouder or more captivated that her name now outshines his, for a handful more reasons. 
Ethan gazes at her intently from his spot by the expansive windows overlooking the city. Watches as she effortlessly parts the crowd on her way back to him. A jubilant smile tugs at the corner of his mouth as she ignores those tying to vie for her ear - her sights set on him and him alone. A magnet finding its match. 
“You were amazing,” he says as he takes her hand - the one not clutching a glass of champagne. 
He feels her trembling, he noticed the uneven shakes of the glass as she moved towards him. Odette’s a bit shaky as the adrenaline she’s been coasting on wears off. Her emerald eyes darting around the room at the feeling of all eyes on her, bodies closing in to try getting her alone. To pick her brain. Shower her with praise. All the kinds of things sharks prey on. 
The part of the job she will never be fond of. 
Ethan moves closer so that there’s barely any space between them, enough that its not so unsavory in such a public setting. Pulls her focus back to his face - his gleaming azure eyes and illustrious smile. The creases fully from years of laughter on display for her and because of her. A hand on her hip anchors her to him and only him. 
He leans. Hears Odette’s breath catch in preparation, her fingers twining with his. Ethan places a chaste, refreshing kiss to her lips, and every worry she’s had leaves her. 
She can face anything as long as she has him. 
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losingmymindrn · 1 month
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Middle school au
Coral beat up some boys because they were making fun of Lucy Gray's braces
Lucy Gray so had braces when she was in middle school😭😭
AND CORAL WOULD SO BEAT SOME BITCHES UP FOR HER.
She won that fight😌
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caruliaa · 2 years
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okay its lime midnight for me and for me school starts the day after tmrw 😬😬 which i kinda only just mentally calculated because i kept thinking that it was later than that so. that is v much freaking me out a lot so im just going to try and sleep that realization off LMFAOOOO….. but before i do i wanted to say that uhm!!!! i really really love you sooo mcuh like you are sossoosoooo good flappy and i truly value you and your friendship so much like you are so good and understanding and considerate to me and make me feel so so loved and so warm and sm better everyday and j bring a smile to my face soooo often my ladybird and!!! you are also just sososoooo incredible in general like as person you truly truly truly are and !! injust hope you know im always here for you no matter what and i always love you no matter what!! ilyyyyy gnight :’333 (hugs you for as long as you like if you like love!💕💕💕💕🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻💕💕💕🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻💕💕💕)
IM SO SORRY ABT THE SCHOOL LOVE it rly is annoying and stuff w school starting soon but i hope it can b okay as much as school can my dearest<3 !!and ough omg ur so so sweet my dearest u rly are like i rly hope u know like !! im rly just sos glad that i can be that to you and be considerate and understnading of you and make your life better and make you feel loved and warm i really really am soso much my beloved becuase you really do deserve it so so muchh and bc i rly do just wnat to my dearest bc likei rly do just love you soso much my bleoved i rly do and you rly are jsut soso special to me !!! and i hope you know that you rly are the same to me like ur rly such a kind caring thoughtful sweet friend to me and just make me feel soso lved and cared for and safe and warm andj ust bring me soso much joy and happiness every single day whenever i get to talk to you my love you really really do !!!! :'> and i just hope you know that you really are jsut such such a wodnerful amazing person and i feel soso lucky and gretful to be ur friend and to know you and that im always always here for you no matter what !!!! :'> *hugs you back so so much so so closley my beloved* !!! 💞💞💞💞💞💞💞💞💞💞💞💞💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗
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jamespotterthefirst · 4 years
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Hey, do you have any take about the last conversation with Ethan? What do you picture between him and Lilac in that moment?
I am pretending that conversation didn't happen. At least, that it didn't happen as it was written by PB.
Instead, I imagine:
Home
Lilac lets out a shuddering breath as the last light flickers off. The whole day she had convinced herself she was stronger than tears and quivering emotion. As the darkness envelops them, however, she realizes how mistaken she had been.
How could she remain stoic through the loss of Edenbrook, the place that had given her so much? 
Unbidden, memories of that first day ripple through her mind. She can almost see the specter of her former self, running through the atrium, late as usual, on her first day as an intern. She didn't know then that she was racing toward the most difficult and rewarding lessons she could ever learn as a doctor; toward the people who would become her dearest friends; toward love and loss.
Toward Ethan. 
“So. This is really it,” she says in a poor attempt at a casual, unaffected tone. 
Ethan notices. He squeezes her hand in quiet, unwavering support. 
“For some things.”
He brings their clasped hands to his lips, kissing her knuckles with such tenderness that it makes her breath hitch. 
When she finds her voice, she nods toward the door and asks, “You coming?” 
“I'm going to stand here for a few minutes and enjoy the silence. It's the only thing around here I never got a chance to do.”
Despite the knot in her throat and the tears that threaten to overspill, Lilac laughs. She leans up to press a quick kiss to his jaw.
“See you at home.”
Ethan freezes for a moment as the full meaning of her words settles over them.
Home.
They stand in silence, two lonesome figures in the desolate atrium that somehow feels too vast and at the same time too small. Then, Ethan's handsome face breaks into a smile so radiant, her pulse quickens. Eyes never leaving hers, he kisses the back of her hand. 
“Your place or mine?” 
“Does it matter?” 
He shakes his head, unable to stop smiling. It dawned on them both, only seconds prior, that home is wherever the other happened to be. 
“See you at home.”
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change-the-rules · 2 years
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Wanna do director sanvers for the ask game since I just saw that you posted a fic (that I'm excited to read when I get the chance!)?
1. What made you ship it?
it just kind of happened?
I started as a general danvers shipper then director danvers [well before lucy became director mind, luclex anyone *snorts*] as well when lucy showed up way back in the s1 cbs days when queer alex was pure hc fodder and we all assumed winn would be the one to get a big gay reveal if something like that were to happen
then maggie sawyer turned up and alex turned into a completely gay mess without even realizing it and i was c a p t i v a t e d, and in those early moments of holy fuck she's got it bad and doesn't even realize it before the rise of sanvers and way before the fall i got attacked by a plot bunny ft. dragons i expected it to be a sanvers fic but lucy/alex took the reigns and by the time it was done the first ever director sanvers fic was born
I hadn't ever really considered ot3's before? polyam wasn't much on my radar and i had a history of otp's that usually kept me from even multishipping but alex/maggie/lucy opened up a whole new world for me, i shipped alex/maggie and i shipped alex/lucy and then suddenly the potential for all of them separately and together weaved itself into something that just Felt Right and they became and ima about to get real cheesy here everything i ever thought or hoped or dreamed love could be
other people picked up on that potential and ran with it and with every new story written by strangers then and some of the dearest people in my life these days i only fell harder and harder for 'director sanvers'
the stewards of this ship came with a deep love and understanding of each character individually which made this ship shine something fierce when all three were put together and i've never looked back
2. What are your favorite things about the ship?
the friendships i made along the way? *snorts*
the way they are in any incarnation so unapologetically queer, the characters themselves, that have such strong and unique individual personalities and the way those just mesh So well together no matter which way you spin it: alex/lucy, alex/maggie, maggie/lucy, alex/maggie/lucy, the way they're all used to living in their respective armors all their lives and finally feel like they can take that armor off and put it down around each other ,that they choose to do so, the banter and the snark and the heart
honestly there's too much to even begin to list it all
3. Is there an unpopular opinion you have on your ship?
Not that I'm aware of? there's also a small part of me that will lowkey always think of this ship as my literal baby so i might just be immune to concept of any of my opinions being unpopular lmao even thoough the ship has grown and expanded well beyond me and my wildest dreams which is fuckin awesome tbh
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In honor of Luci's bday, can I request a steamy fic with him & mc or just a fluffy where he's taking a break from work and mc prepping him with massage and/or dinner and such.. thank you so much!! 💕💕
Jeez this took freakin forever to write
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Lucifer x Reader - gender neutral reader, steam, some fluff, Rare Soft Lucifer, that doesn’t last he snaps back to dom boi status. 18+ only babes. This is a lemon so if you cant take the citrus get out. 
Lucifer’s birthday was a...delicate topic. The man neither celebrates it nor seems to take well to surprises. But when there’s a will there’s a way, and (y/n)’s got enough will for all of them. 
Time slips by, the planning, the date, the party...all slipping by in a blur of adrenaline and smiling faces. 
Now, as the party dies down and the brothers head off to bed, the eldest sibling approaches quietly. 
“(y/n),” He hums, smiling ever-so-softly as he stands by his tiny human darling, “Care to join me in my room for a drink? I feel as though I should properly thank you for...all of this.” the dark-haired male gestures to the remaining party decorations, his lips curled into a soft smile. 
“Oh, of course,” The human smiles, hands on their hips as they stare up confidently at the demon, “Its your day after all.” Lucifer hums, taking one of (y/n)’s hands into his own and leading them towards his room. 
“I feel so pampered,” Luci coos, keeping his companion close to his side. 
“That’s the idea,” (y/n) beams, watching as Lucifer opens the door to his room and steps out of the way for them. 
“After you, lovely,” Lucifer purrs, watching with a catlike expression as the smaller individual slips into the elegant bedroom. 
The air smells of Lucifer’s cologne, a low fire burning in the fireplace as the duo approach the couch. (y/n) takes a seat, watching as Lucifer disappears for a moment before returning with a bottle of wine and two glasses. 
“Oh my,” (y/n) smiles, relaxing against the back of the couch and watching as the eldest brother pops the cork out and pours both of them a glass. Lucifer hands (y/n) one fine crystal wineglass and smiles, offering his glass to (y/n)’s for a toast. 
“To us,” Lucifer coos, eyes half-lidded and dark. The human lifts their glass, tapping it against his and smiling. 
“To us,” They smile, sipping the fine red wine and relaxing a tad. These moments, while rare and strange, are often sweet and relaxing. The duo sit in silence, listening to the crackle of the fire and the sounds of their breathing. Slowly, as though they’ll run away, Lucifer reaches over and places his hand over (y/n)’s free one, running his thumb over the back of their hand. 
“I can’t thank you enough,” Lucifer hums, voice barely above a whisper as he leans against his companion, “I haven’t had such a good birthday in...years.” He coos, leaning so his lips are brushing the shell of (y/n)’s ear. 
“Well...” (y/n) takes a moment to drain their glass, “You matter to me. You’re an important part of my life.” Lucifer smiles, draining his own glass before setting his and (y/n)’s on the coffee table. 
“I am?” Lucifer reaches over with one hand, pulling (y/n) close and into his lap, “Am I that important to you?”  The human blushes, the wine not being enough to intoxicate them, but it is enough to warm their stomach just a bit. 
“Yes, yes you are,” the lovely human smiles, pressing a kiss to Lucifer’s forehead, “You mean a lot to the people of the Devildom...but you also mean a lot to me...” Lucifer smiles, massaging little circles into (y/n)’s side and nuzzling their neck. 
“Oh you’re so sweet,” Luci coos, eyes closed happily as he lays his head on the human’s shoulder, “I could just eat you up.” Lucifer’s voice morphs into a soft rumble, his head shifting to look (y/n) in the eyes, his crimson orbs dark with something brewing deep in his chest. 
“I almost want you to,” (y/n) giggles jokingly, winking at the now very interested demon. 
“Mmm,” Lucifer shifts, nibbling gently on the human’s soft earlobe, “Could I consider that a present for my birthday?” A vicious blush springs onto (y/n)’s cheeks, eyes widening in surprise as Lucifer slips his fingertips under the human’s shirt, tickling the skin of their waist. 
“Oh!!” (y/n) blushes harder feeling Lucifer run his nose along the human’s neck.
“Would you mind?” The demon purrs, squeezing lightly on their side, “If I had you? As a little...present?” Lucifer nibbles on the human’s jawline, squeezing them close. Arousal pools in (y/n)’s belly, an electric feeling streaking up their spine. 
“O-Oh,” (y/n) gulps audibly, feeling the growing excitement in Lucifer’s body as he presses himself closer to the human, “I...I um...” Lucifer softens, staring into his dearest’s eyes and taking on a new seriousness. 
“No is an option,” Lucifer hums, “I wont ever do anything to you that you don’t want, my dear.” A new wave of pink tints (y/n)’s cheeks, their eyes flitting to the side. Looking back after a moment of thinking, the human’s head bobs ever-so-slightly. 
“I do want this,” They whisper, “I want you.” Lucifer grins, eyes burning with newfound passion as he scoops his lover into his arms. A burning in his soul which seems to radiate out into his aura. Adjusting himself, Lucifer lays his human down onto the soft couch, pinning them down under his muscular form. 
“Good good good,” Lucifer purrs, peppering kisses all over (y/n)’s neck, his lips pressing to their hot skin fervently. The aforementioned human squirms, hands coming up to grip onto Lucifer’s back. 
“Mmm, w-wait,” (y/n) presses a hand to Lucifer’s chest, easily pushing him back. 
“Is something wrong, my dear?” Lucifer hums, cheeks tinged pink from the heated embrace. 
“I...I want to treat you...” (y/n) coos, slipping to the floor and encouraging Lucifer to sit back against the back of the couch. A curious glint sparks in Lucifer’s eyes, his form relaxing a bit as he watches (y/n) slip between his legs. Deft hands reach up to undo Lucifer’s tie, tossing it aside and leaving the buttons of his vest and shirt. Making quick work of them, (y/n) opens up Lucifer’s shirt to expose his torso. A soft blush dances along the man’s collarbones, his hair slightly mussed from the affection he was laying along his human’s neck. 
“Oh my,” Lucifer purrs, petting his darling’s head lovingly, “Is that all you’ve got?” (y/n) smirks, reaching up to dance their fingertips along his toned stomach. Slipping their index finger along his v-line, (y/n) smiles wickedly as they use their other hand to undo his belt. A pleased hum comes from Lucifer’s soft lips as he watches his lover undo the button and zipper of his slacks. 
“Mmm, you’re so beautiful,” (y/n) coos, pressing a kiss to the soft skin just above the elastic on his boxers. A delighted coo drifts from Lucifer’s chest, his hand still petting (y/n)’s hair as they slip his pants down to his ankles.
“Oh my sweet little (y/n),” Lucifer groans softly, the sizable bulge visible through the fabric of his underwear, “You never cease to amaze me...” Leaning down, (y/n)’s soft lips tease Lucifer’s already throbbing manhood, the fabric causing Lucifer to growl softly in annoyance. “Don’t tease me, darling, you wont like what happens.” Delicate lips press around the shaft of his cock, eliciting a low growl from Lucier’s throat. 
“Hm?” 
“Don’t play innocent, (y/l/n),” Lucifer snarls, gripping their hair and making them look him in his eyes while he grinds himself against their lips. “I wont hesitate to be forceful to naughty little humans like you~” the threat comes out like fine wine, smooth but with a little bite. (y/n) obeys, tugging at his boxers and, with some help, slipping them down to join his pants on the floor. Lucifer kicks off his shoes, using one foot to push his clothes aside. 
Now that his lower body is free of clothing, (y/n)’s attention is forced to the sizable member erect in front of them. A blush coats their cheeks as they carefully take hold of Lucifer, his soft skin warming their palm as they try and figure out how exactly this is going to work. 
“O-Oh my,” (y/n) blushes, staring at the throbbing cock in their hand. Lucifer grins, a wicked glint in his eye as he presses his palm to the back of their head. 
“Impressed?” The Avatar of Pride growls, crimson eyes burning into there own wide orbs, “Now, sweetheart, it wont suck itself and I refuse to beg.” A lusty growl slips from his lips as he pushes (y/n)’s head down. Blushing, the human squeaks and hesitantly licks up the demon’s heated manhood. A pleased hum vibrates the man’s body as he guides his lover to lap at the head of his cock. 
Using their tongue, (y/n) swipes small beads of precum from the tip of Lucifer’s cock. Wetting their lips and carefully slipping their lips around the head of the demon’s manhood. Using their other hand, (y/n) strokes the soft damp skin of Lucifer’s dick while they focus their tongue around the head. The other hand, previously unused, comes up to fondle Lucifer’s balls, causing the demon to moan softly. 
“Good....Good little human~” Lucifer purrs, pushing his lover’s head to take more of his cock into their mouth. (y/n) happily obliges, slowly taking him into their mouth and gagging slightly as the head of his dick presses to the back of their throat. A pleased groan fills the air as (y/n) looks up, making eye contact with Lucifer’s blood red eyes as they begin bobbing their head. The demon, previously unmoving, gives teasing little thrusts into the human’s soft wet mouth, groaning lowly. Using one hand to hold onto the eldest demon’s thigh as the other hand plays with his balls. 
“Mmmmmm!” The human groans, drool coating their chin as they please their demon lover. A grin stretches over Lucifer’s face, gripping the human’s head and forcing his cock down their throat as he suddenly tenses. Hot sticky cum shoots down the helpless human’s throat as Lucifer comes undone inside them. 
“Ahh~” Lucifer groans, purring delightedly as he stares down at his human, watching them choke for a moment before struggling to swallow all of his cum. 
“W-was that g-good, sir?” (y/n) blushes, staring up innocently at the stormy demon. A wild grin slips over Lucifer’s lips, his eyes burning with a new passion. 
“Oh?? Sir??” Lucifer grins, pulling (y/n) away and picking them up effortlessly as he stands. “I like this change of attitude, dear~” Tossing the human onto the bed, Lucifer pauses to slip his shirt and vest off, standing naked in front of his darling. 
“O-o-oh... Um...Y-yes master...” (y/n) states hesitantly, face flushing as they stare at the handsome male. A wide-eyed grin coats Lucifer’s handsome face, his hands on his hips as he stares down at his human. 
“Strip.” 
“W-what?” (y/n) stammers, blushing and staring up at the demon. 
“Thats ‘what, master?’ to you,” Lucifer corrects, clearly enjoying himself, “now take off those clothes, I want to watch you prepare yourself for me.” one hand absently strokes his cock, keeping himself hard as his human lover squirms in their spot. 
“Y-yes...” (y/n) pauses, catching a warning glance from Lucifer, “Yes, master.” Slowly slipping off their shirt, the flustered human tries to shift onto their knees, meaning to look seductive as they toss their clothes aside. Lucifer purrs in approval, watching as his lover slips off the final bits of clothing to toss it aside. 
“Mmmm good,” Lucifer growls, walking over and crawling on top of his dearest. Grabbing them by the backs of their knees, Lucifer forces (y/n)’s thighs up to their sides, leaving their body exposed to his hungry eyes. 
Slowly, torturous in pace, Lucifer begins grinding himself against his soft lover, groan rumbling in the back of his throat. (y/n) squeaks, their chest already heaving a bit from the slow strokes to their aching body. 
“L-Lucifer,” Soft lips whine as the human struggles under Lucifer’s grip, his form unwavering as he continues his painfully slow ministrations. Eventually, as though possessed, (y/n) begins trying to grind back against their lover, crying out softly to have their aching arousal dealt with. 
“Don’t be impatient, my sweet pet,” Lucifer rumbles, nipping at the human’s chest lightly. Several more strokes have the poor human shaking in need, their eyes watery as their flesh burns with desire. 
“Please Lucifer,” (y/n)’s voice squeaks out, their body on fire and their chest shaking, “Please just...please let me finish...” Lucifer watches, a pleased smile on his lips while he stares down at his dear. 
“Hmm,” Lucifer pauses, the top of his cock resting against their entrance,”Let me think about it.” And there he kneels, body pressed to (y/n)’s in a heated embrace. The aforementioned human whines, so close to being fucked, so close to being his. Even the idea sends a shudder down their spine. 
“M-Master...” (y/n) whines, eyes watery, “I wanna belong to you...” A smile stretches across Lucifer’s maw, his eyes predatory as he shifts. 
“Then I shall deliver,” Lucifer purrs, lining himself up and pushing into (y/n)’s entrance slowly. Letting them adjust to his size as he seats himself inside them. 
“A-Ah!” Soft lips cry out, (y/n) unable to move due to him pinning their legs to their sides. As soon as they’re ready, the soft shaken human gives a soft nod. 
“Ready?” Lucifer purrs, his cock throbbing inside his human lover. 
“Y-Yes Master.” 
At that, Lucifer snaps. Pounding into his darling relentlessly, Lucifer snarls and snaps his teeth by their ear. The eldest demon’s rock hard erection pounds into a bundle of nerves just inside the poor human’s body. Bolts of pleasure streak through (y/n)’s body, their eyes rolling up into their head as they rapidly approach their climax. 
“Say my name,” Lucifer snarls, the bed shaking and creaking under them, “Say who owns you.” A strangled groan leaves (y/n)’s bruised lips, their fingers digging into the covers. 
“L-Lucifer!!” They scream, feeling the aforementioned demon’s cock slam once more into the delicate bundle of nerves, “Lucifer Lucifer Lucifer Lucifer!!!” The raven-haired demon grins, taking on a punishing pace as he listens to his name tumble out the human’s lips like a prayer. 
Their first climax hits them like a car, shaking the human’s body as they scream out. The second hits just as hard, coming in waves over their body as their mind is drowned in overstimulation. Waves of pleasure pound through their skeleton, shaking through their body like an earthquake. A groan slips from Lucifer’s lips, watching his lover experience climax after climax underneath him. Praises drifting from (y/n)’s delicate body into the air. 
“Luciferrrr....” (y/n) cries out, body shaking from the aggressive overstimulation. Letting their legs go to wrap around his hips, Lucifer adjusts himself to pin down the human. The demon presses his forehead to theirs, crimson eyes gazing deeply into their (e/c) ones. 
“I love you, (y/n),” Lucifer purrs, coming close to his own release. The intense stare doesn’t break as the male pounds into his mate. 
“I-I love you too, Lucifer,” (y/n) coos back, cupping the back of the demon’s head as he pounds sloppily into them. A strained grunt shakes the raven haired beauty as he comes undone inside (y/n)’s trembling body. The human shaking under the weight of their final climax as Lucifer collapses on top of them, panting. 
“Ahh,” Lucifer sighs, nuzzling into (y/n)’s neck tenderly and letting the both of them catch their breath. A few minutes pass before the demon delicately removes himself from inside the human, smiling and scooping them into his arms. 
“Wh-where are we going?” (y/n) squeaks, nervous about exactly how much stamina this man may have. The idea of being pounded into again insinuates the inability to walk tomorrow.  
“Well I’m going to let you brush your teeth and such while I grab you something to wear to bed,” Lucifer smiles softly, placing his human in the bathroom and closing the door on them. 
A bathroom break and brushed hair/teeth later, (y/n) emerges from the bathroom, seeing Lucifer standing there with a damp washcloth and a silky-looking dress shirt. 
“Lets get you cleaned up, dear,” Lucifer smiles, guiding his dear to the bed and tenderly wiping their body down. The fire has long since died, the room smelling of intimacy as the demon silently wipes the sweat from (y/n)’s sore body. 
Once clean, Lucifer proceeds to dress his human, ignoring most protest as he buttons his shirt up to cover their belly. Lucifer climbs naked into bed, arms open and waiting for his mate. 
“Dear,” Lucifer purrs, “Come, you need rest.” (y/n) nods, climbing into bed and letting Lucifer hug them close, the intimacy of the moment soaking into their skin. 
“Happy Birthday, Lucifer.” (y/n) smiles, nuzzling Lucifer’s soft skin. 
“Hm,” the demon hums, “I certainly hope that this is more than a yearly thing. I don’t think I can wait that long.” Soft lips press a gentle kiss to the top of (y/n)’s head, the male snuggling up close and yawning a bit. 
“I’m willing to be here all year long, Luci,” Sleep soaks into (y/n)’s voice, eyelids growing heavy. 
“Good. I don’t want to be without my favorite little present~” 
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Dipper groaned. The right arm of the human meatsack he was wearing felt like it was on fire.
It had been funny at first, but the bite was starting to be annoying. He could have easily healed it, but according to the bet, he had to survive without demon magic for a month.
That was also why he just rolled with it when he got bitten.
Ok, he might have hit that werewolf a bit harder than humanly possible, but it was about to bite that toddlers head off, and Lucy-Ann didn’t have to know that.
He scratched at the bandages around the bite mark. He was lucky to have decided that this meatsack should be left-handed, or he’d really have nothing to do.
He turned back to his Computer, where he was playing a Game of online DD&mD. Well, he was actually watching the players getting more and more frustrated as a player called _Alven432_ was beating every obstacle by following rules that had most definitely not been in The rulebook before.
Dipper stared at the player's avatar. It seemed to grin, then a text appeared on his screen [Hi Dad!] 
It waved a pixelated arm, then vanished into a puff of sparkles. Lucy-Ann had obviously bribed Al-V to spy on him.
Dipper switched off the MagiOrb just as the forum realised what had just happened.
There were only a few months left until the challenge was over anyway. Hey, maybe he’d finally win a bet against Lucy-Ann for once!
He stretched. At least the painkillers still worked on meatsacks.
...
Alison scrunched up her nose as she pulled out the soaking sticker book.
It was dripping wet, and she was seriously annoyed that she had not thought of wearing rubber boots, because her socks were getting soaked by the water of the clogged toilet.
At least she didn’t have to buy a new one like this.
She peeled open the first page and looked at the cat-shaped stickers. They looked a little duller than they had been before. That didn’t mean much, her eyes still hurt just thinking of them, but she still felt a bit annoyed.
If the magic had been flushed away, she should have just went and bought Heather a new one. Just as she thought that, all the cats’ googly eyes turned at once to look at her.
Alison jumped and snapped the book shut.
She wasn’t sure if she should be relieved or disgusted as she pulled out the hairdryer and started blowing at the pages with hot air, trying to pretend she didn’t notice all the stickers on the Bear-o page sliding out of the pages and into the toothbrush jar. She was planning to get a new one anyway.
She laid the book back on the living room table just as she heard Heather unlock the door, and sat back onto the sofa, trying to look as innocent as possible.
“Hey, Al.” Heather flopped down next to her. “I’m back! And it’s only...” She looked at the Watch mounted up over the door. “It’s only 2:30 am!”
“Really? I didn’t notice. Because I was too invested in this ...um, in this Book! Yeah. Nothing, ...nothing suspicious going on over here.” Alison held up the book that she only noticed a moment too late was upside down.
“Hmh… So why are your hands so wet, My dearest and bestest Buddy?” Heather said with a grin, gesturing at Alison's Wet hands. “I was...” Alison looked around the apartment and saw the kitchen sink. “I was doing the dishes, obviously. Don’t look at me like, that, I’m totally being convincing right now, so you have to believe everything I say, even if I’m talking about how all krakens do ballet and write twin souls fanfiction.”
Heather laughed. “At least you unclogged the toilet this time.”
She fished the sticker book off the table and flipped through it. “Hey, where did all the Bear-o stickers go? I wanted to send Darcia a birthday card with them.” Alison rolled her eyes. “I think I saw them crawl Into my toothbrush jar.” Heather threw her sticker book onto the sofa. “Thanks, Al!” and ran toward the bathroom.
Alison looked after her, feeling sorry for Darcia, who would get a card the next day covered in soaking wet stickers of the world's most terrifying children’s toy for their 29th birthday.
Alison looked at the sticker book. One of the puppy stickers on the cover winked at her. She shuddered, and swore to put it in a shredder if Heather ever let it out of her room again.
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