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bluessmutifyplaylist · 4 months

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(Horny Round 2!!!)

Reader is a burlesque dancer, cuz they got mouths to feed, and Old Man Lilia gives them a proposition: put on a show for him and his boys so they can learn how to best please their future lovers. Voyeurism, corruption kink, Daddy Lilia~

Characters are aged up!! I based it off of this YouTube video as well as a few pole-dancing videos.

Warnings: Reader is not Yuu, AFAB but with GN pronouns, corruption kink, voyeurism, pole dancing, strip teasing, lap dance, dry humping, foursome, penetrative (p in v) sex, corruption of the future king and his knights, jerking Sebek and Silver off, overstimulation, creampie(s), blowjob(s)

Diasomnia

There was a dancing troupe coming to the Briar Valley, and they came around annually in the summer because it gave the citizens something to look forward to. Well, it wasn’t just the dancing troupe. It was an entire fair, but the dancing was the main show. During the day, the dances were all child-friendly, and the children were even allowed to hop up on the stage sometimes to join the dancers.

However, after the clock struck 8:30 PM, the doors were closed for children, and the dancers went into their dressing rooms and brought out the more… provocative… outfits. This was a time for an adult audience, and maybe a few teenagers in the older margin who managed to sneak in somehow.

You were with your girls in the back, making sure that your red lipstick was applied pristinely. You had large feathered fans, and a rather revealing outfit that was covered up a bit with a tutu. Your fellow dancers were all hyping each other up, and you saw one of them slap another on the ass as she went on stage, saying go get ‘em, tiger! It made you laugh… until the matron of the troupe called your name.

Getting up from your seat, you walked over, fans in hand, nervous that you were going to get fired. This entire fair was your livelihood. If you were to be let go, not only would you suffer, but so would the family members you’ve been sending money to. Your heart was racing as you walked up to the matron, heels clacking against the floor.

“Y/N, someone has requested our best dancer for a large sum of money. I know the financial situation you are in and you are the first that came to mind. Plus, you are one of our finest dancers, so I am giving you the option, should you accept, to give our esteemed guests a private show.”

“Madame, I don’t mean to sound selfish or money-obsessed, but how-”

“They are offering 1 million thaumarks, and I have the check in this envelope right here,” She held up an envelope, emphasizing that this was real and not a joke. Then, she brought her arm back down, and extended it to you. “You don’t need to have sex with them, but the… leader?... of the group wanted for them to have an experience with something so informal as the fair.”

“Umm…” This was probably the biggest decision of your life. 1 million thaumarks?! There was no way that you were going to pass that up. So, you nodded your head, “Yes, I will do it.”

“Good! This is yours, then! They will be in Room 1 in about 45 minutes. Your routine should be fine, as the man said he wanted it to be ‘culturally enlightening’.” She then walked off, and you were left staring at the envelope now in your hands.

“Holy fu-”

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In the aforementioned room, 4 men were sitting, discussing the plan for the evening. Three of them had no idea what was going to happen, while the ‘leader’ was explaining everything.

“Alright, boys. As you know, this is not a children’s show. However, I wanted you to learn something about the art of burlesque dancing. It’s quite sensual, but it gives power to the performer because they have the audience in their hands just with the way they move.”

“LILIA-SAMA, I AM GRATEFUL THAT YOU HAVE GIVEN US THIS EDUCATIONAL OPPORTUNITY, BUT I FAIL TO SEE WHY THIS WOULD BE IMPORTANT!” Sebek was immediately shushed, being told that he needed to keep the volume of his voice down.

“Well, it will teach-” Lilia was cut off by the room going dark. The thing about these rooms was that they were really smaller-scale tents behind the large one. In addition to that, the small tents had platforms in the middle of them for the dancer, along with a pole.

Spotlights came on, highlighting you and your large fans. You were wearing a bustier, corset, panties, and a tutu, and you were wearing bright red lipstick as well as elbow-length gloves. Your heels sparkled in the light. You bent down, one leg in front of the other, using one fan to cover your rear end and the other to point at your outstanding foot.

“Hello, boys~” Your voice said. Then, the music started up, and you started to dance. Sharply moving your hips up and down, making sure that your toes were always pointed so that your legs looked longer. You could feel their hungry gazes on you, and you smiled as you reached your hands behind you, going to untie the tutu.

Shimmying it down your waist, you could tell who the leader was. You know he had been at previous adult shows, as his pink hair was hard to miss. However, based on the reactions of the one with light green hair and the one with silver hair, you guessed that this was the first adult show they had been to. You were happy to be their first. As for the one with the horns, you could see that he was genuinely interested in the art as well as you.

Once it was off, you threw it like a frisbee to the man with green hair. You smiled and winked at him as his face was glowing an even brighter red. Truly, his face would put your red lipstick to shame.

You then turned to the silver-haired one and ushered him over to the stage. You turned around, making sure to bend over as much as you could, and then you asked if he could untie your corset. He nodded his head and went to untie it, struggling a little because his hands were shaking. You heard the ‘leader’ shout something.

“Let him take it off of you!”

Smiling, you looked at the man and he was also frozen in place. Did you really have that effect on men?

Whispering, you asked, “Would you like to help me take it off?” You giggled as he nodded, pulling at the strings pair by pair, and you worked on unclasping the front of it. Once it was off, you threw it to the horned man while placing a rather passionate kiss on the silver-haired man’s lips. Breaking apart, you saw that you left red lipstick on his lips, but you gently pushed him back in his seat.

Standing back up, you headed to the pole. You weren’t as advanced in pole dancing as some of your fellow dancers, but you did know how to do the basics. You grabbed the pole, pulling your body to it, slowly sliding down, placing your fans down on the ground. Once you were squatting down, you started grinding against the pole. You stood back up slowly, locking eyes with the leader, and then you sauntered over to him after picking up one of your fans.

Straddling him, you threw your arms around his neck and he placed his hands upon your hips gently, making sure you aren’t feeling pressured to do anything you don’t want to. You placed a kiss on his lips this time, making sure to rub your clothed regions against his growing boner. For him being a rather small man, you could tell that he definitely had a disproportionate size, but it just further served to arouse you.

This small group of men was different from others you have danced for. They appreciated your art, and they weren’t groping you in a way that made you uncomfortable. They allowed you to go to them first, and you loved it. You stood up, repositioning yourself in a reverse cowgirl position, and leaned back into him. He placed kisses upon the crook of your neck, and you used your fan to cover up the way you were grinding back down on him.

You can’t remember a time where you felt genuine pleasure from one of these dances, but you felt yourself growing wet as you continued your actions. You felt one of his hands slowly reach up to cup your bra-clad breast and one reach down to your panties, giving you a chance to stop him, but you didn’t. You instead tossed away your fan so that the other guys could see what was going on.

“Call me ‘Lilia’, love~” He whispered into your ear before using his fangs to bite into your neck. There was a bit of pain, but pleasure soon followed, and it wasn’t enough to draw blood anyway. Otherwise, you might have guessed he was a vampire.

“Call me ‘Y/N’,” You whispered back, letting out a gasp when he started rubbing your clit. His other hand went under your bra and he started fondling your breast, rolling your nipple between his thumb and pointer finger. You looked back at the other men and you were surprised to see them drawing closer.

“Alright, Y/N. I wanted you here because I want to teach these boys how to pleasure somebody. However, I need verbal consent,” He said louder, stopping what he was doing so that you could answer.

“You have my consent, Lilia,” Upon saying that, he immediately shoved a finger into your awaiting pussy, making you moan at the sudden intrusion. You could feel his finger curling and moving inside of you, and you simply wanted more.

As your hips rolled to try and get more friction, you ended up rubbing more and more against his erection, making him groan.

“So wet for me~” He snickered, looking at your little audience, “Boys, you never want to just go right ahead and stick your dick inside someone without a little bit of preparation and foreplay. After all, you want them to be aroused and participating.

That’s another thing: basic consent and participation. Depending on what you are into, all parties involved must be participating and making sure it is a pleasurable experience for those involved.

Please stand up, love.”

You followed his orders, saddened that he took his hands out of your bra and panties. Then, you heard his belt unbuckle and his pants slide down, and you felt your underwear slide down your legs. The cold air hits your exposed regions like a block of ice, making you shudder. It didn’t go unnoticed by anybody in the tent.

“Now you may sit back down,” Lining up your entrance with the tip of his cock, he put his hands on your hips to guide you. Feeling him fill you up finally could have made you cum alone, but his size made your eyes roll back in pleasure. You tried covering your mouth to block any moans from coming out, but his hand blocked yours. “Let those pretty noises out, dearie. These boys need to learn what pleasure sounds like.”

Nodding, you put your hand back down as he started to guide you up and down on his cock.

Oh, oh, ohhh’s enunciated each drop down, with an occasional fuckkkk. You didn’t even notice the silver and green-haired knights get close and right next to you, unbuckling their pants as well.

“Y/N, you wouldn’t mind giving these guys a bit of the pleasure you’re feeling, would you?” You looked to see them with their dicks out, and you quickly reached out your arms and hands to start jerking them off. The horned man continued watching you all, a smirk on his face.

Up, down, up, down, up, down. Your hips went up and down on Lilia’s member, your hands went up and down on the knights’ cocks, the horned man’s eyes went up and down following you. Every single time Lilia hit that special spot inside of you, you squeezed on the dicks in your hands, making the two men groan.

The man with bright green hair had already came, and now he was just a tad sensitive. You guessed he was at least part fae based on his fangs, so his durability had to be amazing. If you were being honest, you were not far behind, and you found your climax washing over you as you slumped, but your eyes snapped open when Lilia kept thrusting up into you.

“You didn’t think I was done… did you? Neither are any of these fine gentlemen. Tell me, Y/N, where do you want me to cum?”

“I-Inside… Please, please, please inside!” You cried, and you had felt another orgasm wash over you as he came inside of you. You were panting, feeling the warmth of his cum painting your walls white.

“I would be willing to have a turn with them, Lilia,” The horned man said, and his height intimidated you. The dick imprint that you could see against his pants intimidated you as well. However, you found yourself somehow getting aroused again, and, stumbling, you walked over to him.

With a snap of his fingers, you saw that his pants were off and folded neatly on the side. His size was unlike anything you’ve ever seen before. To be fair, it’s not like you slept around, but you have had a few flings here and there in the different places you performed. No beastmen could come close to comparing.

“I’m aware I’m… better endowed than most. If you wish, I could prepare you more-”

“That isn’t going to be necessary, sir. I think I’m ready.” You really need to think about what you say before you say it, but you just couldn’t wait to have that absolute monster inside of you. You decided that you would straddle him, cowgirl-style, so that you could work at your own pace.

However, he had other plans.

Placing his hands on your hips, he shoved you all the way down, and tears leaked from your eyes. You groaned in both pain and pleasure, burying your head in his shoulder, adjusting to his size.

“Tell me when you want to start moving.” It took a few moments, but you eventually nodded and he began moving you up and down again. Luckily, he had strength to do it for you entirely, as your legs gave up.

“Do you think you could bend backwards enough to suck this young man off?” Lilia asked. Being a dancer granted you a level of flexibility that actually allowed you to do this. You leaned back as far as you could, just to be met with the silver-haired man’s cock.

Oh, yeah… he hasn’t cum yet, you realized. Opening your mouth, he slid the tip in. It was quite unusual to be giving a blowjob in this position, but you were always down to be a bit more adventurous in such activities. His size was the smallest in this group of men, but it still wasn’t anything to laugh at.

“Oh, fuck…” The man muttered under his breath. What you couldn’t see was that as he was thrusting into your throat slowly, there was a bit of a bulge. Your mouth was so warm. You moaned around his dick, adding even more stimulation. On your left, Lilia and the green-haired man were each stroking themselves, watching you get absolutely railed by these two men.

Earlier that day, your matron said you didn’t have to have sex with them. Lilia even told you that you could tell them to stop. However, they were both wrong. You did have to have sex with them, and you couldn’t tell them to stop. If you turned this down, you might have to have yourself committed to a mental asylum because no one in their right mind would turn down an opportunity like this.

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raz-writes-the-thing · 6 months

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Bentley Shenanigans (Good Omens)

Crowley x Fem!Reader 18+ ONLY / requests are open and encouraged

Summary: Crowley needs to relieve some frustrations after that shitshow of a birthday party.

CW: vaginal sex, fingering, dirty talk, car sex, vague degradation/humiliation

Good Omens tag list: @coffee-and-red-lipstick @quickslvxrr @clarina04 @motionlessindoubt (send an ask to be added to a tag list!)

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This was possibly one of the most shocking things you had ever seen. Crowley was wearing white. You’d never seen him in anything other than black and when he’d first come to pick you up after the birthday party, you had known something was different, but couldn’t pick what it was. It had actually taken you at least two solid minutes to realise that it was because he was wearing white.

“What the fuck- you’re- what are you wearing?”

Crowley glances at you as he pulls into the parking spot at the lookout trail and turns the car off. Sometimes the two of you came out here just to get away.

“What- this old thing?” He chuckles, tossing his sunglasses onto the dash before sighing defeatedly. Oh dear, it wasn’t a good sign if he could barely keep his sultry demeanour going.

“I think,” he trailed off. “It is safe to say… that did not go as well as I hoped it would.”

You’re not really sure what to make of that, given that the balance of the world as you knew it hung squarely on Crowley and Aziraphale’s shoulders. Sitting quietly, you wait for Crowley to continue.

“I mean, really- you wouldn’t have thought it would be that hard, would you? Fucking nuns, Pet. Useless, the lot of them.”

Crowley pinches his nose and turns toward you, eyeing you up and down. Your dress has ridden up your thighs and you do not fail to notice the way he eyes you appreciatively.

“Fancy a quick fuck?” He asks casually. You splutter on a response for a moment. Here you were, discussing how the end of the world was fast approaching in less than a week, and Crowley wanted to shag? You blinked at him. That wasn’t to say you weren’t interested, either, mind you. You definitely were, but, it was just a bit out of the blue was all. What did that say about you, you wondered… In the face of the end of the world, you’re thinking about getting fucked one more time. Hmm. On second thoughts, you think it might just mean that you appreciate the fun things in life.

“Sure,” you say, cheeks pinking at the thought of him in that white coat bending you over and taking out his frustrations on you. “One condition, though.” Crowley’s brow arches, a sultry smirk appearing on his face. “The coat stays.”

“Your wish is my command, love,” he replied. “Back seat, then?”

You nod, shocked at the casual nature of this exchange. It wasn’t something you were necessarily unused to, but there was usually a little more pent-up energy and flirting beforehand. However, getting straight to it wasn’t a bad thing either. It was kind of refreshing, actually.

You get out of the car and go around to the driver's side. Crowley opens the back door for you and promptly bends you over into the back of the car. You gasp, your hands reaching out to steady you on the leather seats.

Crowley slides his hand up your sundress, exposing your black panties to him. He groans, gripping at your ass before letting go and giving it a rough slap. You jolt forward with the shock. Crowley tuts and grips you by the hips to drag you back towards him.

His hips ground against your ass roughly, his cock hardening beneath his pants. You bit your lip, enjoying the roughness of his clothes against your almost bare skin. Crowley laughed, reaching down to rip your panties off you. You let out a sound of protest, though Crowley shushed you.

“Fix ‘em later, promise,” he assured you before tossing the ripped remains of your underwear over your head and into the other door. Any further protests died before they even formed thought as his fingers slid down over the curve of your ass and sunk themselves into your tight, wet heat.

You moaned, thighs twitching as he fingered you open. If you weren’t wet before, you definitely were now.

Crowley removed the fingers once he thought you were wet enough and presented them to you to clean off. You did so without complaint or question, sucking his fingers into your mouth, tongue swirling over the digits to clean them of your slick.

Crowley grunted, the other hand undoing his pants and removing his cock from its confines. Once he was free, he pulled his fingers from your mouth, giving your cheek a little pat. The feel of the saliva cooling on your skin- the dirtiness of it- had you clenching.

“Look at that,” he groaned, pressing his head against your entrance. “Sopping for me, aren’t you? Filthy thing, you are, Pet.”

You nodded, pressing back against him. His head slipped inside, causing you both to groan. You with impatience, and he with pleasure. Crowley’s fingers gripped at your hips harshly as he slowly sunk inside you. Once he was finally inside you, you were finally able to relax. Feeling so full up on his cock felt like your version of Heaven.

God, Crowley made you so cock-drunk that it was ridiculous.

Then, your Demon started to move, hips snapping back and forth with fervour. It wasn’t long before Crowley was bent over you, yanking your hips into his own with every thrust. You were scrabbling at the leather, cheek sticking to the seat with the sweat. Loud moans and sharp grunts could be heard coming from the car, and you hoped that no one was on this particular walking trail today.

Then again, maybe you’d like an audience. The thought had you biting your lip to stifle the groan, and you clenched around the Demon, who straightened up and wrapped a hand into your hair.

“Fuck, that’s it-” he growled, fucking into you harder. “Reach down there and play with that pretty clit for me, Pet. Mm- like that.”

Your fingers reached your clit, rubbing tight circles. You could feel the push and pull of his cock from within you, could feel as your slick creamed around him. You cried out in sharp pleasure as he slapped your ass cheek again.

“Are you going to cum already, Pet? Huh?”

You nodded, the motion pulling at your hair just that little bit more. Crowley laughed loudly, fucking into you harder.

“Better do it then,” he warned. “Come on, cum for me, Pet.”

Your fingers were lightning quick on your clit. Your thighs were twitching and struggling to keep yourself up from Crowley’s punishing thrusts. With a loud drawn-out moan, you came.

Crashing waves of chaotic pleasure roiled inside you. Your fingers crushed themselves into the leather as you felt your release roll through your muscles. Your clit felt like it was on fire as you forced yourself to concentrate hard enough to rub yourself through it, contracting around Crowley hard enough to make him cum.

He grunted from above you, hips stuttering- and then you felt it. His release coating your walls. You whined, grinding yourself back against him as he started to slow. Crowley gave your hip a warning squeeze, but you ground yourself back on him, pressing him in as far as you could to make sure not a drop of his seed escaped you.

You sighed with relief, fingers slowing to a stop on your clit. Crowley was hunched over you, panting with exertion.

You laughed, the endorphins starting to kick in. Crowley chuckled breathily against your back and pressed a kiss to the fabric of your dress.

“That was fun,” you said, unsticking your cheek from the seat.

“Mm-” Crowley grunted in response. “Aziraphale will be jealous.”

You don’t think you’re wrong in thinking he doesn’t seem all that upset about making the Angel jealous.

“I think you’re right,” you pant back, slowly starting to catch your breath now.

“Alright, come on,” he says, picking himself up and slowly pulling out of you, shushing you comfortingly when you whimper at the loss. “I know, Pet. Come on, let’s get you back to the Shop, eh? The Angel will be missing us by now.”

You groan and force yourself to stand up. Your walls clench to keep Crowley’s seed inside.

“Don’t miracle it away,” you say, knowing that Crowley was planning to do so for your ease of comfort. “You know how Zira likes his seconds.”

Crowley tutted at you, a smirk playing across his lips.

“Naughty thing, you are. Whatever are we going to do with you?”

You hop into the passenger side again, your muscles thanking you for the relief.

“Guess we’ll have to find out, won’t we?”

“Guess so, love.”

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liminal-space-lesbian · 2 months

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Bg3 Ladies needing comfort after a bad day

Request: So for the BG3 headcanon or blurb requests what about a little thingy where the Lady’s of the game have a bad day and need lots of comfort from their Tav. 🥺

A/n

Honestly idgaf if Lae’zel is ooc, my baby is secretly going soft. Sorry guys!! I believe she actually has feelings deep down <3 Also mild spoilers if you haven’t finished the Crèche questline

Also Karlach is so babygirl omg if someone doesn’t give her a hug rn I SWEARRRR

Karlach:

Karlach had spent the entire day fighting off various enemies, who were unfortunately harder to defeat than expected. And right as she’s settling down for the night, finally getting a reprieve from the day, Raphael shows up.

He’s yammering on about how he wants to strike up a deal with you, but you cannot send him away fast enough. Seeing a devil only dredges up bad memories for your lover, and you do not want her to have to relieve the memories of her torture in Avernus.

“Come here baby, it’s alright just try to relax.” You coax, seeing the tension in her body once Raphael leaves. You coo, gently taking her into your arms. Her head buried in your chest, strong arms wrapping around you tightly as you rub her shoulders and the back of her neck. You ease the tension out of her muscles, kissing the crown of her head.

She finally lets the tension leave her body as she breaks down into tears, quietly crying into the fabric of your shirt. Small sobs wrack her shoulders, sending an aching pain lancing through your heart. You can’t stand seeing her so upset.

“I fuckin’ hate demons. No good ever comes of ‘em. Promise me you’ll never even consider Raphael’s deal.” She pleads, and you’re quick to reassure her. “I promise, I’ll never make a deal with a devil. I love you too much to risk it.” You whisper into her hair as you place a gentle kiss on her temple.

You cuddle her to sleep, allowing her to wrap herself around you entirely. Lord knows a decade of not being able to touch anyone without scorching their skin off leaves a girl touch starved. You tuck her in as cozy as she can get, and pepper her face with gentle kisses as she drifts off. Your heart aches for the suffering your lover has endured, but all you can do is be here now to support her.

Shadowheart:

Shadowhearts wound on her hand had been flaring rather badly all day, and unfortunately you had to travel past an abandoned temple of Shar. All the memories- or lack thereof- cause Shadowheart’s mood to sour. She seems snappy and short tempered, but when you visit her tent later you see her curled into a ball and cradling her hand.

“Oh sweetheart.” You murmur, getting on your knees beside her, resting a hand on her shoulder. She sniffles, obviously trying to hide her tears. You shush her, gently lying behind her and wrapping your arms around her. She rolls over and cuddles into your chest, crying more freely now.

“Why did they have to take my memories? Sometimes I don’t even feel like I know myself.” She whimpers, and your heart shatters. “Oh baby, I’m so sorry.” You whisper, kissing her forehead and wiping away her tears. “I know you, and I love you.” You murmur, rubbing your hand soothingly up and down her back as she tucks her head into your neck. You spend the evening wiping away her tears and soothing her as best as you can.

Lae’zel:

Lae’zel doesn’t get upset, she gets angry. It’s how she was raised, channel every feeling into anger. Anger fuels strength, and only created a stronger more tenacious fighter. So when Lae’zel finds out the truth about Vlaakith, she’s angry. Enraged. Furious. Not hurt.

Lae’zel definitely doesn’t cry when she’s alone in her tent that night. She also definitely doesn’t crawl into your arms and bury her face in your shoulder. Your touch is the only balm to the aching in her chest.

“Tsk’va, look at me. So weakened by the betrayal of a false god.” Lae’zel grits out between tears, fists clenched firmly in your shirt. Her anger is directed at herself, as if it’s her fault she was fooled along with every other Gith.

“Darling, it’s not your fault. Vlaakith tricked everyone. I know her betrayal hurts, and you have a right to be upset. Im so sorry you have to deal with something like this.” You coo, kissing her forehead and wiping her tears. She scowls and pulls away from your touch, but only to roll over so she can be little spoon.

She doesn’t speak for the rest of the night, but you feel a bit of tension melt away from her muscles. The next morning she’ll wake as if nothing happened, but for now she burrows farther into your warmth, seeking your comfort.

Dame Aylin:

Aylin’s mood took a turn for the worse when she heard Raphael had proposed a deal to you at Sharess Caress. She had already spent the day overstimulated from the noise of Baldurs Gate, a stark contrast to a century in shadowfell, where the only sound was the wind and rumbling in the distance. Now that you told her this? She was pissed.

She stomped off to be alone, saying she just needed time to think. You could tell by the stiffness of her posture she was upset, more than just angry. You gave her some space, but when she finally returned to your tent to go to sleep, you confronted her.

“What’s wrong darling?” You coax, your expression soft as you open your arms for her. She hesitates, her pride and stoicism holding her back for a moment. Her hesitation is short lived however, as she heaves a sigh and flops into your arms.

“I’m just thinking of my time spent in shadowfell. Raphael is a devil, simply a reminder of the evils in this world.” She pauses, heaving an irritated sigh. “After being trapped in that soul cage for so long… sometimes it feels as though I’m still there. Not physically but… in my mind that place haunts me.” She admits quietly, and you think you hear her voice quiver.

“I’m sorry Aylin. You didn’t deserve that. If I could take away all your pain I would.” You murmur, hugging her a bit tighter as you look in her eyes. You see tears clinging to her lashes as she swallows thickly.

“I know you would. And I love you for it.” She whispers brokenly, nuzzling her head into your shoulder as she clings to you. She pulls away to place a deep kiss on your lips, reveling in the comfort of you.

“Try and rest Aylin, you need sleep.” You coax, easing her to lie back. She complies, allowing herself to get comfortable as she slips off to sleep. For the first time in weeks she doesn’t have a single nightmare.

Isobel Thorm:

Isobel was drained after narrowly escaping being kidnapped by Marcus. She pumped all of her magical abilities into the shield around the Last Light Inn, as well as blessing you and your companions to ward off the shadow curse.

You could see her bottom lip quiver as she climbed into bed, and she instantly cuddled into your side. You turned towards her, gently cupping her face in your hands.

“Do you want to talk about it?” You ask gently, and she simply shakes her head, blinking heavily as tears flow freely down her face. You brush the tears away with your thumbs, nodding as you kiss her forehead. You take her into your arms and let her cry it out.

You rub up and down her arms soothingly, allowing her the space to let out her feelings. Eventually her cries taper out, and soon enough she’s drifting off to sleep. You carefully make sure she’s tucked in perfectly before resuming your spot, cuddled up to her for the night.

A/n

If this is bad it’s bc I’ve been awake for 17 hours, sorry peeps 😔

#bg3 requests #bg3 #bg3 karlach #bg3 shadowheart #bg3 lae'zel #bg3 dame aylin #bg3 isobel #dame aylin x reader #isobel thorm x reader #isobel x reader #karlach x reader #shadowheart x reader #lae’zel x reader #fem reader #hurt/comfort #angst with a happy ending

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jamdoughnutmagician · 4 months

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Cherry on Top (Robin Buckley x Fem!Reader) Fluff

When the pining between Robin and the cute customer who comes into Scoops Ahoy becomes too much for Steve to bear, he hatches as plan to give them then gentle push they both so desperately need.

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Masterlist // Robin Buckley Masterlist

It was just a summer job Robin thought to herself. It's not forever.

Even so, working at Scoops Ahoy wasn't all that bad, sure the uniforms were silly, and slightly scratchy against her skin, the pay wasn't all that much, and sometimes customers were straight up rude. However, despite its ever-stacking list of cons, there were a few pros; such as staff discounts on ice cream, and working alongside Steve Harrington, who had surprisingly grown up a lot since high-school. Proving that he actually wasn't all that bad like she had been led to believe.

However Robin found herself unable to tear her eyes away from the cute customer who came in every Saturday, just to order the same thing she orders every time. One single scoop of chocolate, rainbow sprinkles with a cherry on top.

Robin watched on from behind the crack in the serving window as the girl's eyes sparkled, and her smile beamed. No doubt laughing at Steve's attempt at flirtatious banter.

Not that she’d ever tell him, but Robin was jealous of Steve. Jealous of the way the girl's eyes lit up when she looked at him, jealous of the way she laughed at every single one of his stupid jokes. How Steve seemed so effortlessly cool and calm, almost suave, around the girl that made Robin’s heart race annoyed her to no end.

“Hey Steve!” you cheer as you skip into Scoops ahoy on a hot Saturday afternoon. It was oddly quiet in the parlour today, save for a few people sitting in the booths

“Hey y/n! Same as usual?” he chirps back with his boyish smile.

“You know it!”

“Alright then, one scoop of chocolate, rainbow sprinkles and a cherry coming right up.” he smiles as he twirls his ice-cream scooper around with his fingers.

“So..Uh.. Steve, i-is Robin here today?” you ask him, your voice stuttering slightly with nerves.

“When are you just going to bite the bullet and ask her out already?”

“Keep your voice down will ‘ya, Harrington, jeez” you whisper-shout as you shush him, looking around to see if anyone heard him.

“What? So you don’t want to take her out on a date and make out with her then?” he teases, as he hands you your ice-cream.

“I didn’t say that…” you drawl out, as you hand Steve over your money.

“Look, you think she’s cute, she thinks you’re cute, I don’t know what more you’re waiting for?” He softly laughs with a shake of his head.

“Wait…Robin thinks I’m cute? Did she say something to you?” you splutter at this revelation.

“Just leave it with me, alright? Think of me as your wing-man.” Steve says all too confidently.

You eye him slightly, but ultimately decide that trusting him would be in your best interest, especially if it scored you a date with his best friend.

“I’ve got two tickets to see Footloose, c’mon Rob, don’t you wanna go with me..” Steve pleads down the phone.

Robin rolled her eyes at her friend. She could just see his floppy hair and dumb puppy-dog face in her mind, begging her to go with him.

“You’re actually asking me to go with you to see a musical? Steve, I thought you hated musicals? You told me you hated how unrealistic it was, and that ‘nobody bursts into song like that in real life’.” Robin teases with her impression of Steve.

“Yeah, I know but you love ‘em, besides I’ve heard good things about this one.”

Robin rolled her eyes at her friend, but she’d already made her mind up that she was going to go, Steve was her best friend, and she’d do anything to make him happy.

“Alright, what time is the movie?”

Robin Strolled up to the movie theatre, where Steve was already waiting for her outside.

“Hey! Robin!” Steve waves. “Over here!”

But as Robin got closer she could see the cute girl from the ice cream parlour.

“Hey look who I bumped into.” Steve smirked.

“Hi, Robin!” you wave cheerfully.

“Hey, yourself!” Robin replies, trying her best to play it cool. “So, what are you here to see?”

“Oh I was just about to buy myself some tickets to see Footloose. Truth be told I have a soft spot for musicals.” you explain.

“Hey, why don’t you just take my ticket?” Steve offers, raising his eyebrows at you. This was his plan all along. He’d told you as much, explaining what was going to happen before he even phoned Robin. He was going to bail at the last minute to give you two some time alone together. It’s not that he didn’t love spending time with Robin, but the way she pined over you was beginning to become unbearable, so Steve took it upon himself, as your wing-man and Robin’s best friend to give you both the push you needed.

Robin looked at her friend like he had two heads. What was he doing leaving her alone with the girl she had been crushing on so badly that she’d barely spoken two whole sentences to her?

“Oh Steve, you don’t have to do that!” you worry, before he assures that it’s no worries at all.

“No, honestly, I insist. Dustin called me up earlier, said he needs me to pick him and the rest of the boys up from their little nerd club.”

“Well if you're absolutely sure” you say as you take the ticket Steve offers you.

“You girls go ahead and have fun without me!” He smiles triumphantly.

Steve goes up to give Robin a hug before leaving, pulling her close enough to whisper in her ear.

“Enjoy your date, Dingus.” Steve whispers, pulling away from the hug with an affectionate smile.

You and Robin both sit through the movie, a shared bag of hot buttery popcorn sits between you both. Your hands grazing against each other a few times as you both reach for the bag at the same time, with a couple of mumbled apologies whispered to each other in between the music coming from the big screen.

The film draws to a close and you both exit the theatre with match smiles on your faces.

“I-I had a great time hanging out with you today.” Robin mumbles, her eyes looking down at the floor, because if she dared to look you in the eyes she would not be able to speak to you without fumbling over her words.

You tilt her chin up under your fingers, wanting to look at her properly.

You lean in close to her before pressing a soft kiss to her cheek, your lips brushing against her flushed features.

“I had a great time too!” you smile. “Perhaps we can do this again sometime, like a proper date?”

Robin beams at your suggestion, elated that this had gone well enough that you were willing to go on another date with her.

“Yeah, I’d like that. I’d like that a lot, actually.”

Robin was going to have to give Steve the biggest thank you hug ever when she saw him next.

@sunnythespookyghost @penguinsandpotterheads @xxhellfirebunnyxx @onegirlmanytales @mrsjellymunson @reidsbtch

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touyasdoll · 2 years

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Like Heaven

pairing: Hawks/Keigo Takami x fem!reader

word count: 1k

warnings: exhibitionism, thigh riding, daddy kink, dirty talk, public sex, unprotected sex, multiple orgasms

basically: sometimes Keigo gets a little handsy when you're out dancing <3

“What’s a’matter, pretty bird?” He coos into your ear, warm breath fanning over your neck. “S’not like anybody’s watching.”

“Kei..” you peer out at the crowd of people in the club, many of whom who are staring at the spectacle of the winged hero on the dance floor. “They’re all watching,” you whisper.

“Oh, yeah,” he chuckles. Laughs it off with that infectious charm of his. “So what? Maybe I want ‘em to.”

He holds your hips tighter still and flexes his muscular thigh, guiding you along his leg hard enough to apply just the right amount of pressure between your legs.

You cling to his shoulders, chewing on your cheek to fight back the moan trying to claw it’s way out of your throat, but he doesn’t need to hear it to know the effect that he has on you. He leans in again and you can feel his smirk against the shell of your ear.

“Maybe I want ‘em all to watch while I get you off right here. Keep movin’ those hips, baby. Don’t you dare stop.”

“Baby,” you whine as your arms wind around his neck and you bury your face in the crook of it. Onlookers be damned, you were going to get yours now.

You rock your hips forward, the denim of his jeans providing the perfect amount of resistance to catch your clit through the thin fabric of your panties, barely concealed by the way your dress is riding up.

"There you go, that's it, baby girl," he croons, eyes raking over your body as he watches you roll your hips, taking what you want despite the viewing party. "Just like that. S'that feel good?"

“So good, Kei,” you whine, moving your hips faster to chase the delicious feeling sending heat throughout your body.

“Keep goin’, baby. Wanna feel you cum all over my jeans in front of all these people,” he whispers, his hand moving to grip your ass in a firm grasp, guiding your hips along his thigh with no trace of shame.

All you can do in groan in response, selfishly chasing your release. A flash goes off somewhere nearby, but you could care less as that beautiful white hot heat reaches your belly and threatens to take over every nerve in your body.

“Cum for me right here and I’ll give you what you really want,” he promises, voice dark with desire as his breathe tickles your neck.

“Want you,” you murmur, winding your arms around him tighter to bring your torso flush against him. “M’so close. So, so close, daddy.”

“I know, I know, dove,” he shushes you gently in your ear. “S’okay. Just let go. Cum for me, baby. Sing for me.”

You have no choice but to comply, hips stuttering as you finally find oblivion right there on the dance floor. You grip the fabric of his shirt, whimpering into the crook of his neck as you fall apart, all your nerves coming alive as his toned arms encircle you, holding your close to his body and keeping you upright when your knees seem like they might just give.

“Fuck yeah, baby.” He nips at your earlobe, tugging gently as his hands slide along your body. “Feels good, huh?”

“Mhm. Mhm,” you hum, eyes closed as your body keeps singing for him, hips gliding along his thigh despite how you tremble in his capable grasp.

“Such a good girl,” he praises, fingertips trialing along your arms, sending shivers throughout your body and making your cunt throb as he suddenly starts pulling you off of the floor.

You follow readily, eager for the promise of more. He leads you outside through a side entrance to a desolate alleyway and wastes no time in pinning you to the brick wall of the building. His hands are as greedy as his tongue, boldly exploring every inch of you while his warm, pink muscle works it’s way into your mouth.

The sound of his zipper is all that you register while your fingers tangle into his messy, blonde tresses. He tugs your panties aside, hiking up your dress to reveal what he’s after.

“S’this it, love? This what you needed from me?” He asks with a smug grin as his cock teases your entrance, slipping between your dripping folds.

“Yes, yes. Kei, please. Fuck me,” you beg, grabbing at his biceps as your hood shift forward.

“I am, baby. Fuck, I am,” he groans as he plunges inside of you. “Goddamn, you feel like heaven.”

You can’t possibly expect him to control himself when you’re this wet for him, pussy still spasming from your last orgasm.

He drives himself into you, one hand seizing your waist while the other keeps your leg up on his hip to hold you flush against the wall as he delivers on his promise, bullying your walls into submission until you’re ready to cum again.

“K-Kei,” you eek out, the pressure growing too great to hold off any longer.

“Do it again, baby. Cum on my cock,” he huffs, panting as he wills himself to move faster still until he’s on the precipice himself. “C’mon, give it to me. Lemme feel you, gorgeous.”

“Keigo,” you gasp, voice barely audible as you find oblivion, eyes popping open as you find wild golden irises that blow wide as he finds his own release.

“Shit.”

He paints your insides white with his warm seed, pushing it deeper inside you as he rides out his orgasm, holding you almost too tight while he loses himself in your cunt for one blissful moment.

You grind against one another, slowly tapering off your movements as your peaks crest and fade away, leaving you both dizzy with pleasure.

“Let’s go dancing he says. We’ll keep it low key,” you giggle quietly, tangling your fingers into his hair to rub his scalp as his soft eyes search your face.

“You had fun, didn’t you?” He chuckles in reply, leaning in to kiss your lips. “We should do it again sometime.”

“We should,” you agree, twirling a lock of his hair around your finger as he smiles wider and leans in to kiss you once more, soft and slow.

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hypnoneghoul · 6 months

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My Dear, My Darling One

WC: 1,8K

Relationship: Swiss/Mountain

Tags: Anal, Cockwarming, Fluff and Smut, Morning Sex, Creampie, Biting, Bottom Mountain

Mountain wakes up with a boner a certain predicament. Swiss is as happy as ever to stay in bed and enjoy the consequences. (Sappy Swissalps morning sex <3)

Notes: Fuck university, write soft gay sex

Read under the cut or on AO3.

Swiss loved weekends.

The rest of the week there was always something to do way too early in the morning for his liking, and even if it wasn’t him or Mountain that had to do said somethings, the chaos that usually ensued was too disturbing to peacefully sleep in and lounge in bed.

Weekends, though?

They didn’t have to get up at all, if that’d be their fantasy. Absolutely nothing to do for the whole two days. All the ghouls enjoyed this time, making the den as quiet as it gets.

Truth be told, sometimes it was hard to convince Mountain he didn’t need to spring out of bed with the sun to run around and work all day, but Swiss was keen on helping him get rid of his workaholic tendencies.

The multi ghoul yawned, wiggling slightly as he slowly woke up. He blinked blearily, squinting with a quiet grumble as sunlight peeking from carelessly shut curtains hit his face. He shuffled so he was out of its reach, but this caused the heavy warmth sprawled out on top of him to whine in return.

“Shhh, sorry… it’s okay, sweetheart, sleep,” Swiss whispered, tightening his arms around Mountain, one of his hands scratching at his scalp where it was tangled in those soft, auburn waves. Mountain let out a low, sleepy ‘mrrp’ and snuggled further into his mate, nose poking Swiss’ neck.

He sighed, eyes slipping shut again. He wouldn’t fall back asleep, but he didn’t need to actually look to see.

He saw how relaxed Mountain was. How soft his features were, not twisted in the slightest by any worry, pain or fear.

He saw how their tails were tangled together, laying off to the side, spades thumping against the mattress in the same rhythm that their hearts were beating to.

What Swiss felt, though, was a suspicious hardness where Mountain had thrown a thigh over Swiss’ own moments earlier. The earth ghoul had to be having nice dreams, Swiss assumed, but he was too sleepy and deemed Mountain too peaceful to do anything about it, even though they both had agreed that playing with each other when the other was asleep was more than fine.

So, the multi ghoul waited, his cock getting harder and harder at Mountain’s delicious earthy smell, until he'd wake up on his own.

He did start to squirm soon enough, unconscious neediness forcing his body awake.

“Good morning, darling,” Swiss purred, groaning when Mountain started wiggling directly on top of his now fully hard dick. “Any fun dreams?”

“Mmmm, mornin’,” the earth ghoul hummed. “W- wha’?”

Swiss chuckled, sleepy Mountain was painfully cute. Always so oblivious, too. He moved his arms from where they were wrapped around Mountain’s waist and grabbed his hips, making him grind into Swiss’ own thigh with just enough force for him to get a hold of the situation they've found themselves in, “Oh…”

“Yeah, love. Oh.”

“Sorry, I- I don’t even remember if there was any dream.” Mountain tried to pull away, get up. “Fuck- sorry, I’ll- I’ll go-”

“Hey, it’s okay, I’m not mad,” Swiss shushed him, cupping his cheek with one hand, the other one still gripping his hip, “quite the opposite, actually.”

“Oh… okay,” the earth ghoul whispered, relaxing again, still not even fully awake.

“Mhmmm… we’ve got nowhere to be. We can take our time.” Swiss gently stroked Mountain’s soft skin with his thumb, reveling in the quiet but deep purr the action pulled from him. He squirmed again, the uncomfortable rub of his underwear finally registering in his sleepy brain.

“You wanna take ‘em off?” the multi ghoul asked, hooking two fingers under the waistband. Mountain nodded, lifting his hips in an attempt to help Swiss, and slumped to the side when his mate got to taking off his own shorts.

“Mmm, Swiss…” Mountain whined, lightly pawing at his chest. Swiss shook his head, smiling softly, grabbed the bigger ghoul again, all but a ragdoll, and positioned him over his lap. He let out a small gasp as he felt Swiss’ hard cock right against his own. “Oh… can- can I warm you for a bit?”

“Yeah, yeah, of course.” The multi ghoul placed a chaste kiss on Mountain’s lips and leaned away to dig up a bottle of lube, pouring some onto his fingers when he found it. He lifted the covers with his clean hand, and felt Mountain move his tail to expose himself. Swiss brought his fingers to Mountain’s ass and reveled in the contented sigh the ghoul let out as he teased his rim. He sank a finger in and felt the earth ghoul’s body sag on top of him, a low purr kicking up in his chest. Swiss giggled at Mountain’s happiness of a finger in his ass and added another one, pushing them in and out, scissoring and curling up to hit that good spot.

Even though Swiss said they’d take their time, he didn’t want to wait any longer, prepping Mountain gently, but quickly. Not that the earth ghoul complained, “Swiss, darling, please, need you inside.”

He shoved his hand under the sheets and it was Swiss’ turn to gasp when callused fingers wrapped around his dick as he pulled his own out of his mate, “Shit, yeah, go on.”

Mountain lifted himself up and slowly sank down, both him and Swiss moaning quietly as he bottomed out.

“Fuck…” Swiss whispered, “you feel so good.”

“Mhmmm… love you,” Mountain mumbled from where he returned to his spot where Swiss' neck met his shoulder. The multi ghoul wrapped his arms around him, engulfing him in his hold, his scent, his love. Maybe he was squeezing him a bit, too, but even if that was the case, everyone knew Mountain liked the pressure, claiming it was comforting to him, making him feel small for once.

The earth ghoul’s own hands snaked under Swiss, gently, nearly reverently, dragging over his smooth skin, to finally settle on his shoulders. Mountain was nibbling gently at the delicate skin of Swiss’ neck, the spot he placed his bites on numerous times. Swiss always asked for more.

The earth ghoul was still too sleepy for any meaningful movements, but soon enough Swiss got enough of his little uncoordinated grinds and flipped them, hovering over his bigger mate as Mountain giggled.

“Whatcha laughing about?” Swiss chuckled himself.

“I dunno,” Mountain shrugged, giggling even harder, his cheeks getting that pretty sage tinge as he grinned.

“You’re so cute,” the multi ghoul leaned down to bite lightly at his nose, earning himself a ‘mrrp’ in return, a noise hardly ever coming from an awake Mountain. His lips trailed lower, finding Mountain’s own as he parted them, granting permission. Swiss kissed him deeply, feeling his mate tense under him in the best possible way.

“S- Swiss,” Mountain breathed out between kisses, “fuck me. Please, come on.”

He groaned, suddenly very aware of how painfully hard his cock has become since he slipped into his mate. He didn’t really need to be asked twice.

Swiss pulled back slowly and pushed back in equally gently, hitting Mountain’s sweet spot with practiced ease. He had his body and mind all mapped out by now.

The earth ghoul moaned quietly, arms coming up to cling to Swiss’ broad shoulders as he fucked him. As they made love.

Lord Below, they were so disgustingly in love.

“So good for me, my heart,” Swiss groaned, dropping his forehead to rest against Mountain’s, horns clicking. “Fuck, I love you so much.”

“Mhm, love you, but I- it’s not gonna be-” the earth ghoul muttered, a pang of embarrassment flaring up in his scent.

“Me neither, dear,” Swiss admitted, smiling down at him, “you’ve teased me long enough, even asleep.”

Mountain’s answering chuckle turned into a moan as Swiss snapped his hips, “S- sorry.”

“Ah, it’s all right.” He kissed him deeply again, swallowing another round of sweet noises falling from his mate’s lips. “I’ve got you now, sweetheart.”

“Swiss, Swiss, I- I’m gonna-” Mountain cried out, digging his claws into the multi ghoul’s shoulders.

“Me too, love,” the multi ghoul moaned. “You know what to do, yeah? Can you do it for me?”

Mountain didn’t reply, too fucked out for words now. He moved his hand to cup the back of Swiss’ head and brought his mouth to his neck, the spot he was nibbling at earlier.

“Go on, sweetheart,” the multi ghoul encouraged, emphasizing his plea with a sharp thrust that made Mountain cry out before he sank his teeth into Swiss’ neck. He groaned and buried himself in Mountain’s ass to the hilt, filling him up with ropes of hot cum. The taste of his mate’s blood on his tongue, and the feeling of Swiss stuffing him full made Mountain’s orgasm crash into him as well, vision going white as he made a mess between their bodies.

When Swiss came back down enough to have control over his own limbs again, he flipped them, without pulling out. Mountain loved feeling full, feeling his mate as close as possible for as long as possible. Swiss gently laid him down on top of himself.

“There we go, love,” he cooed, smoothing his warm hands up and down Mountain’s flushed back as he panted into the crook of the multi ghoul’s neck, licking at the bite he left behind. “Did so good for me, my heart, I love you so much.”

A muffled murmur came in response, “What was that?”

“Said I love you too,” Mountain whispered, snuggling into Swiss, melding into his body.

“Oh, really? Never would’ve thought,” he scoffed, ruffling Mountain’s sweaty hair. The earth ghoul started purring, eyes closed, lips parted slightly. “Are you getting back to sleep?”

“Objecting?” he asked.

“Did your brain decide to come back now, hm?” Swiss teased, scratching at Mountain’s scalp in a way he knew would make his- “There it is!”

Mountain’s purr got louder as one of his legs started twitching where it was all tangled up in the sheets, “Foul play.”

“You’re just a big puppy, aren’t you?” Swiss giggled, kissing Mountain wherever he could reach. “My big, lovely puppy.”

“Shut up,” the earth ghoul grumbled, but Swiss knew better than to trust his clearly fake disapproval.

“Never.” he said, pulling Mountain up to place a final, deep kiss on his lips. “Take a nap, puppy. We’ve got nowhere to be.”

Mountain snarled, biting lightly at Swiss’ shoulder, before indeed relaxing into his mate’s warm embrace. They’d both end up whining, when they’d wake up again later, about the discomfort that’s due to come when Swiss would have to finally pull out, but they’d both agree that a short moment of uncomfortable feeling would be more than worth it.

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shubblelive · 7 months

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for your consideration

#em needs to shush sometimes #i’ll stop w the musical spam eventually my bad #nerdy prudes must die spoilers #nerdy prudes spoilers #nerdy prudes must die #the guy who didn't like musicals #starkid they’ll #starkid #starkid npmd #joey richter #ted spankoffski #jon matteson #richie lipschitz #paul matthews #pete spankoffski #m is for musicals

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farfaras · 11 months

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Steddie week. Day 3: First kiss. 1.4k words. Ao3 link.

@steddie-week

Yeah, they’re absolutely, 100 percent, morons. Like, who even is this stupid? Steve thinks that ever since facing off an evil wizard with interdimensional powers, they do not have a sense of preservation or survival when it comes to actual normal human beings.

They just wanted to have dinner! Honestly Eddie hasn’t had much trouble with people, the story that was put out made him look like a hero (which Steve is glad for, because he is) and the town believed it like they’ve believed everything since 1983.

But these fucking jocks will not leave Eddie alone. Steve is tired of this, he can’t even imagine the exhaustion that Eddie feels.

When they approached them Steve knew that it was going to be a little bit harder to get out of than the other times. There were 5 of them, and just Steve and Eddie. When it’s just one or two, Steve can usually just scare them off with a glare and a name drop.

And Eddie.

He’s an idiot.

An idiot!

Since the whole thing he pulled in the upside down, they’ve had talks. About how he’s not a coward. He’s brave and he doesn’t need to prove anything. Sometimes running is okay. Sometimes running is the only option.

But he still has trouble believing it sometimes.

Steve is patient and understanding. Robin has said many times how people have a process.

He just wishes Eddie didn’t have to live his process right at moments like these!

He loves Eddie (wait, hold on, what?), but he can be somewhat impulsive and unpredictable. Steve was hoping that while he was defusing and excusing themselves, Eddie would follow his lead. Well, wrong.

He doesn’t even know what happened! One moment he was talking and the next they’re running away from some soda splashed jocks. Oh come on, Eddie.

Robin sometimes jokes about him and Eddie being the kids’ co-parents. The kids find it funny, for some reason. Dustin calls them both dad and Mike likes to call Steve mom as if that would bother him.

But right now, Eddie doesn’t feel like a co-parent as much as he feels like another goddamn kid. Always the babysitter.

So now, they’re running from 5 guys who are pissed. And sticky.

“Why the hell did you do that?!” Steve is almost hysterical.

“I panicked! They’re so many!” Eddie is panting, and he doesn’t know how much more he’s gonna be able to keep running.

“So throwing drinks at them was your solution?!” Steve is talking a big game, but in an alternative universe, he’s probably the one who threw the drinks.

“Better than what you were doing!” Eddie argues.

“I was doing just fine!” He was! Steve was gonna get them out of there. Unscathed. He had to. That’s what he’s for.

“Words weren’t gonna stop ‘em.” True, but at least they could’ve walked out or ran, before they were pissed.

“Well I hardly see anything that could stop them now!” They take a turn so they have some time to think of something while the jocks catch up. But like Steve said there’s nothing that can help them here.

There’s some stores. And an alley in the middle of a clothing and a pet store. Eddie grabs his hand and guides them towards the clothing store. “Come on, follow my lead.”

There’s some mannequins in front of the store, Eddie takes a long dark coat off the mannequin. “What are you doing?” Steve asks.

“Shh.” Eddie just shushes him. He shushes him! What is he on?

“Wha- don’t you shush me!” He whisper yells with not a very convincing anger in his voice.

“Stop asking questions and just do what I say!” Eddie requests. Which is kind of a lot to ask considering he’s the one who worsened the situation. “I got us into this and I’ll get us out.” Huh. Steve thinks that’s fair, but he’s still hesitant.

“But I don’t know what we’re doing.” Steve doesn’t like that.

“Me neither. But it’s better than nothing.” Steve thinks Eddie kinda lives by that philosophy. Does he have that one on that doctrine he came up with?

What’s the difference between philosophy and doctrine? Huh. Wait, no sidetracking. Steve, focus! You’re both in danger.

Eddie puts the coat on, it’s so long it covers most of his legs. He also grabs the beanie and jacket that were on the other mannequin and puts it on Steve. “What’s this even gonna do?”

“I told you to stop asking questions!” Eddie’s eyes look wild.

“Sorry.” Steve’s sure Eddie is scared right now, but he does a good job of hiding it.

Eddie takes his hand and they run to the alley. Who has a dead end. Shit. They hear the voices turning the corner. Fuck, they’re gonna come across the alley anytime now.

Eddie turns to him and backs him into a corner. “Kiss me.”

Well. Steve couldn’t have heard that right. He shakes his head. “What?”

Eddie turns his back on the entrance of the alley. It’s kinda dark and they’re all the way to the back. “Now! They’re coming!” Eddie demands.

Eddie doesn’t give him much time to answer or even come up with something to say. Suddenly there are lips pressed to his. Eddie swallows any sound of surprise he might’ve been about to make. Eddie’s hands are on his chest and Steve finds himself putting his hands on Eddie’s waist and pulling him closer, as if he’s acting on instinct. There’s footsteps, voices, they seem to stop in front of the entrance. Steve doesn’t exactly know what they’re doing because he’s closed his eyes. They mutter something, god knows what, and then they go on their way. Looking for them somewhere else.

However, they don’t stop kissing when they’re gone. In fact, Steve hugs Eddie’s waist now, pulling them chest to chest while Eddie’s hands move to his face. They pull apart just to catch a single breath before going back in. Huh, now they’re just making out. Steve can call it what it is. He doesn’t know what Eddie is doing with his tongue, but he’s not complaining at all.

“I- um.” Eddie tries to step back but his embrace is strong. “My long hair.”

“Your…?” Steve’s brain isn’t computing much right now.

“From their point of view, it-“ Eddie inhales deeply. “It probably looked like a girl and a guy kissing.” Oh. Oh, Steve is so stupid. “Plus this coat almost looks like a dress.”

“Yeah, no, that’s- you-“ God, can he not even form sentences anymore? “Good thinking.” If he could, Steve would facepalm right now.

“They’re gone now.” Eddie nods.

“They sure are.” Steve confirms. Doesn’t really know what else to do.

Eddie looks around, and then directly at his eyes. That’s intense. “You can let me go now.”

He can let him go now. Eddie’s hands have moved to his shoulders, probably not knowing where else to put them.

He could let him go, now. They could go back to their respective places. And move on like this was another normal day for them.

He could do that.

Or.

Or he could confront this. Confront this thing that’s been going on between them for, in Steve’s humble opinion, far too long. He was scared before. He still is, but it doesn’t feel like something he can’t conquer, now. So he makes the decision. He’s not running away from this anymore. Even if sometimes that’s all you can do, that’s not the case here. He could be doing so much more. They could be doing so much more.

“No.” Steve says. And it’s said with finality.

Eddie looks confused. “What? What do you mean?”

“I won’t let you go.” He shrugs. They’re still holding on to each other. “I like you too much for that.”

“What are you saying?”

“Exactly what you heard. I like you.” He leans in. He waits for Eddie to back off, show any type of discomfort or rejection on his face. But there’s nothing like that. “Can I kiss you again?”

A gasp comes out. Eddie nods. “Yes.” It’s whispered and if they weren’t so close he might’ve never heard it.

This one is more gentle. Slow and soft. Almost lazy, like they don’t need to rush because they know they’re gonna get to this again. And again.

“I like you too.” Eddie rests his forehead to his.

Steve smiles at him, and when Eddie smiles back he knows. He knows that he’s gonna fall so hard. He kinda already has.

#it’s still the 24th here folks #i am NOT late #steddie #eddie munson #steve harrington #eddie x steve #steve x eddie #steve harrington x eddie munson #stranger things #stranger things 4 #mer writes sometimes #ficlet #steddieweek2023 #steddieweekprompts

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milks-thoughts · 5 months

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is the request open? if saw! I want peepaw donnie with baby reader platonic request! I read your peepaw raph with baby child, And I went 'what about peepaw donnie' and i saw request is still open(or not) feel free to ignore this!

okay bet I pull up

what’s wrong? what do you MEAN you don’t like angst?

summary: Donnie’s child is sweet, too sweet, the world isn’t meant for sweet things anymore.

TW: death. only death. it’s just pain

Please Don’t Take My Sunshine Away

Donnatello was a man of science. He basked in it, he also considered himself a smart man. Someone who wouldn’t make brash decisions (that was Nardos job) so tell him why he found a yokai infant and immediately adopted it. It was a softshell turtle like him. “ An Apalone mutica “ is what he told his family when he brought the turtle infant home, Leo and Raph both showed worry to him having a child. Mikey was more than supportive. “ wait- what kind of turtle? “ asked April. He paused “ A smooth softshell turtle. It, “ he paused looking down at you “ They, are a smooth softshell turtle “. April smiled gently before Mikey jumped in “ AWWW! they’re soo cute! You’re gonna have to make ‘em a little baby battleshell! “ he still hadn’t lost his spunk to the apocalyptic downfall, even if his older brothers had. Raph struggled with everyone’s safety and health. Leo’s shoulders sagged with the responsibility of the resistance and the guilt of it all. Donnie was stressed with the tech he needs to make it work. He smiled when he walked off with you. Leaving his family behind him. He didn’t mean to leave them behind.

Despite the constant crying, he was more then patient with you. You weren’t exactly an easy baby, always whining whenever Donnie tried leaving you. Y’know how sometimes parents have those nightmares about their kids dying? he had more then his fair share of them. Every time he fell asleep he gets these dreams that seem more prophetic then anything. It’s of you, you’re older, probably in your early teens and he watches you die two ways. Being crushed by a falling building and..drowning. Donnie always pulls you out of the water, he always tries to bring you back but then not even a shaky breath and you go limp in his arms. Donnie always remembers seeing his younger twin talking to him, trying to bring him back to attention but…all he can hear is ringing. He always wakes up from those dreams with a loud gasp and heaving breaths before sobbing, finding his way to your makeshift crib and just watching you breathe. It fills Donnie with relief every damn time. He always mumbles your favorite lullaby when he watches you “ …please don’t take, my sunshine away… “

It’s funny how quickly people age, you went from an infant with a army of sponges tied to your shell to having your own battle shell made for you. Because of Donnie’s horrific dreams when you were just a baby he’s adding a float to it but…he can’t really combat a whole building. You usually hung out with April or Draxum much to your fathers and Tío Leo’s contempt. When you had gotten your shell, you immediately signed onto a patrol. It was supposedly an easy one, that was a lie. The kraang attacked the patrol. The robots crushing or decimating the crowd with its laser. You didn’t have a change to escape before a pole crushed your arm, panic rising in your chest as you kicked at the hard metal, the kraang bots laser getting closer. And eventually? It found you.

When Donnie caught wind of the attacked patrol he was expecting his daughter to be driving him up a all with all her questions but…she wasn’t there. Weird. Tuning, he saw you, your arm impaled and blood leaking from your ears. Your plastron caved in and shell ripped up. He rushed forward, falling to his knees and pulling the pole out of your arm and pulling you into his lap. You weren’t dead. You were holding on by a thread, shallow gasps filling your lungs as he shushed you and shaky sung “ You are my sunshine…my only sunshine, you make me happy, when sky’s are grey- you’ll never know dear, how much I love you…please don’t take my sunshine away.. “ Donnie seemed like he was speaking past you, to someone he thought must’ve been there….he’s never sobbed that hard, not even when his older brother died. He swore his lungs would collapse from the pressure of his screams, no one could pull him from you. His child. His Star. It took him till sunset to calm down. A hushed shaky sob leaving him as he held you again, swearing that he would be more careful. For himself, and for others.

#rottmnt #rottmnt x reader #rottmnt x you #this is all purely platonic #angst #stan younger twin leo #rottmnt raph #rottmnt mikey #rottmnt leo #rottmnt donnie

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kyojurismo · 1 year

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Tengen and his wives have a maid who is a hard worker. They all adore her and while she loves them back, she doesn't think she's worthy of them. One day, she gets extremely sick and she tries to work but Tengen and his wives refuse to let her. They instead take care of her, making her realize that she really does love them

▸ ANSWERING. hi, first of all thank you for the request <3 i’m sorry it took me so long, i hope it is worth the wait (lowkey presumptuous of me, huh) & that u’ll enjoy it !! ♡

▸ FANDOM. kimetsu no yaiba

▸ CHARACTERS. tengen uzui, hinatsuru, makio & suma x fem!reader

▸ RATING. sfw

▸ WARNINGS. reader gets a fever, mention of throwing up, fluff i guess, not proofread + periodic gentle reminder that english is not my first language, pls be kind

okay we’re hard workers, we love keeping the house clean and tidy, we love making sure everyone eat healthy and abundantly, we… we’re careless about our health sometimes

let’s say the previous day you were retrieving the laundry from the garden and it was pretty cold outside, despite the sun

as i said, you were more focused on the tasks at hand than taking care of yourself so it was pretty obvious you would end up having a fever, coughing every moment and feeling dizzy.

now, you were grateful to be working for tengen and his wives

they were always kind and treated you like you were truly part of the family. uzui frequently asked you if you needed something for yourself and if you ever wish to take a day for yourself you were free to do so

you knew you were lucky, and you didn’t even noticed you were so fond of them at first. you felt safe and at ease when they were around you, you treasured the moments spent together, they stated multiple times that they all adored you and it filled your heart

you loved them, but you thought that they were already… complete. they only needed you to take care of the house and do the things they couldn’t because of their missions…

that day, you got up, moving around slower than usual, and got ready for the day. you went to make breakfast, wearing a mask and washing your hands almost every five minutes. you didn’t wanted them to get sick too. once you finished preparing the food, you went on with the other errands and you took note to go grocery shopping later.

you were cleaning the porch when you started coughing heavily and fell on your knees, feeling exhausted due to the fever. suma noticed you and appeared by your side, helping you getting up “you’re burning hot!” she noticed with worry. “tengen-sama!” she called for uzui and you quickly came to your senses, trying to stand up by yourself.

“i’m okay… don’t worry,” you gently pushed suma away, nervously going back to cleaning. you couldn’t stand the idea of getting sick and to stay in bed, you didn’t wanted ‘em to worry about you.

“what’s going on?” hinatsuru appeared, followed by tengen and a worried makio. “y/n has a fever!” suma cried, pointing at you. “t-that’s not—” you started coughing again. you felt your head spinning and feared you were about to throw up.

hinatsuru grabbed your arms, despite your protests, and shushed you. “you need to lay down, or it’ll get worse,” she gently explained, walking you to your bedroom. “but...” you tried to fight her but you lost your balance and before you could hit the ground, tengen was quick to catch you and pick you up. “let’s get you to bed, sweetheart.”

they all took care of you, tengen even sent makio to retrieve some medicine from shinobu. suma was so worried she fought back tears every now and then, while hina made sure you didn’t feel cold and gently caressed your hand.

having all the four of them around, taking care of you and your needs, hoping the temperature would get back to normal and that you would feel better soon, made you realise that they weren’t worried about you not working but about your health

suma begged on the verge of tears to sleep beside you, in case you needed something during the night

makio scolded you properly when you started feeling better, of course. “that was so dumb of you! working despite feeling so sick!”

hinatsuru cooked for you, and repeated frequently that warm food would help you feel better

tengen was worried about you and made you promise to not act like that again. “i don’t want you to overwork yourself and neglect your health.”

suma even hugged you once you recovered completely and cried because of happiness [i love her sm you have no idea 🥹]

they truly cared about you and you felt your chest warmer at the thought. you felt loved… and realised that maybe they weren’t keeping you around just for the sake of a clean house

▸ BEFORE LEAVING. reblog and comments are super appreciated. i need em in my life 😭😭😭 i hope it wasn’t too bad, i’m so happy i finally got to post something about tengen & his wives <33 thank you for reading all that, have a good day / night !!

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nobedofroses · 5 months

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December 10th

pairing: Joel Miller x reader

warnings: fluff, v soft

words: 1.1k

a/n: this one was prompted by the lovely @terryboot (little reminder that holiday/winter blurb requests are open this month 👀) wherein you and Joel are domestic

more Joel, Full List

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In Jackson, there were very few chances for injury. Occasionally during patrols if people came across infected there could be injuries from the quick pursuit, from falling or pulling a muscle. No bites or scratches in a long time, luckily. And sometimes other jobs would cause minor injuries too: a burn while cooking, a bruise from an animal, etc. But mostly it was the kids getting little scrapes and bruises from playing, which was a comforting and happy thought, reminding all of you that had grown up before of what a childhood was supposed to be.

Which was what made Joel so grumpy when he sprained his ankle and was laid up for at least two weeks, as per the medic’s orders.

“It’s like I’m a fucking child,” he had complained when he was first told, making the medic laugh, a woman named Jackie that you had met before for help with a rash which had come from the goat milk’s soap. Apparently you were allergic.

“Plenty of adults get sma— mild injuries as well,” Jackie replied, catching herself on the word, correctly guessing that Joel would not like the word, “small.”

“Yeah? Do they get ‘em walking across the fucking sidewalk?” he muttered.

“Maybe we’ll have to ask about putting out sand earlier this year,” you suggested. “Last year, things didn’t get this icy until around Christmas.”

Joel had no reply to that, laying his head back on the pillows you had set up for him. You rolled your eyes fondly and shared a glance with Jackie.

“I’ll leave you two to it, just remember the RICE method and you’ll be fine. I’ll be back in a week,” Jackie said and then you showed her out of the house.

When you got back to the room, Joel was still laying back but his eyes were open and he was watching you. You went over to him and brushed his hair away from his eyes gently, “Do you want me to stay here while you’re healing?”

“You don’t have to do that,” Joel said, and you were a little surprised it wasn’t an outright no. In the time that the two of you had been doing… whatever it was the two of you were doing, he had never come this close to admitting that he needed someone else’s help.

You decided to push your luck a little, try to get him to admit that he did in fact want you to stay, “Well, you could just rely on Ellie’s help for everything, I guess.”

Joel processed what that would mean, how much shit Ellie would give him for every little thing, and he shook his head once, saying in a quiet, slightly pleading, voice, “Stay.”

Your chest grew warm at just the one word and you nodded, bending down to kiss his temple and tuck the blanket around him better. “Why don’t you take a nap? I’ll go get something for dinner. I’ll have it ready by the time Ellie’s home and you’re awake.”

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About two hours later, Ellie came banging into the kitchen through the back door and you intercepted her.

“Joel’s asleep on the couch, hun, can you stay in here until dinner’s ready?” you asked, finishing up the ham, cheese, and lettuce sandwiches you were making. If you were cooking at home instead of eating at the cantina, you made simple fare so as to not waste electricity or fuel.

“No he’s not, what are you hiding?” Ellie asked with a laugh, heading towards the living room.

You caught her gently around the arm and shushed her, “He is, you can look if you want, but be quiet please.”

Ellie tiptoed exaggeratedly, but you could see the curiosity on her face. She returned ten seconds later with a straight face, “What’s wrong?”

“Oh, honey, nothing’s wrong,” you hurried to say, remembering that because of their history, the sight of Joel vulnerable must’ve been terrifying for her. “He sprained his ankle, so he just has to stay off of it and get rest.”

“Sprained his ankle, huh?” Ellie asked, the grin on her face very close to evil.

“C’mon, you can’t torture him. Well, not too much,” you amended when you saw the incredulous look on her face. “Besides, he sprained it when he was bringing me coffee this morning, so he was being sweet.”

“Yeah, to you. I didn’t get any coffee,” Ellie pointed out, making it clear that him being sweet to you did not preclude him from any teasing on her end. “Anyway, I don’t know why you even go back to your place at night, you should just stay over. Not like I don’t know what you’re up to.”

The tips of your ears grew hot as you turned from Ellie so she wouldn’t see your embarrassed face as you said, “If we’re too loud—”

“No, I don’t hear you, thank fuck, I’m just not five years old. I know that you’re dating or whatever and I know what people do when they date or whatever.”

You smiled at that, put at ease that if nothing else, you and Joel weren’t too loud when you had sex. “You know, if you ever want to talk about you dating or whatever, you can always talk to me. And then I can talk to him.”

Ellie gave you a small smile and then grabbed a completed sandwich and an apple, mumbling, “Yeah, cool.”

Happy with where this conversation ended up, you started to head into the living room to wake Joel when you remembered you hadn’t told her, “And actually, I’ll be staying here while Joel recuperates, so I hope you meant it when you said I should just stay here.”

You heard Ellie’s little chuckle and quiet, “I did,” as you passed into the other room. Joel was awake on the couch, but looked freshly so, still blinking heavily, but he hummed when he saw you.

“I take it the terror is back and— it’s time for dinner,” Joel mumbled, yawning halfway through.

Smiling, you touched his cheek, rubbing your thumb over it gently and saying, “Yeah, but you can keep sleeping if you want to. Ellie and I can entertain ourselves.”

“I don’t doubt that, but I doubt she can do so quietly enough for me to keep sleeping,” Joel said and you tilted your head in agreement. He grabbed your hand and pulled you to sit next to his hip on the edge of the couch, “You tell her you’re stayin’ for a while?”

You nodded and tried to keep from smiling too wide, being too excited about her acceptance of you, “Yeah, she um, she seems kinda happy about it.”

Joel’s mouth quirked up as he said, “Course she is. Anybody’d be happy to have you, sweetheart.”

It was implied, not explicit, Joel’s sentiment, his own happiness at you staying at his place, playing some kind of house together with Ellie. But that’s all you needed, and this time you couldn’t help your grin.

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#joel miller #joel miller x reader #blurb #fluff #nobedofroses #snowy fics 23

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pryce0 · 1 year

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HI, I LOVE YOUR FICS SO MUCH 💗💗💗

I saw wondering if we can get another Gaz x reader ( I adore the way you write him ) just about domestic time together like lazy days or doing skin care or cooking together ANYTHING PLEASE - IM SO IN LOVE WITH THIS MAN AND HE IS SUCH AN UNDERRATED KING 😭

-thanks for feeding this thirsty nation 💪

Those Eyes (Gaz x GN!Reader)

gif by; unknown

word count; 1,560

masterlist; here

summary; You and Gaz spend some well deserved time together while he’s on leave.

a/n; THANK YOU ANON I LOVE YOU!! i’m really happy you are enjoying my writing, please feel free to request more <3 gaz deserves all the kisses!! he’s also called Kyle in this one! [title is taken from “those eyes” by new west.]

[tags; pure fluff, domestic life, my gaz being a simp agenda!!]

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It wasn’t too often Kyle was home for longer periods of time, an effect of being apart of Task Force 141. Usually, he was off on a mission or on base for something else—just something always relating to his job. That’s why he made it a point to be spend nearly every single second together whenever he had a day off, or like this; during his leave. It was moments like this that gave him happiness; the quiet sound of your spotify playlist whistling through the kitchen as you used your tongs to flip the bacon. Kyle loved when you made breakfast, reminded him of home; of you, when he was on base.

The sun shines through the semi-opened curtain that covers the window over the sink. You hummed quietly as you used the tongs to remove the cooked pieces of bacon and lay them on a paper towel that covered a plate, so it could soak up the grease. You grabbed a few more pieces of bacon with your tongs and laid them down on the pan evenly, the sound of the grease sizzling getting louder. You don’t jolt at all when strong arms wrap around your waist and chest, a warm torso pressing against your back. You feel his head on your shoulder, his rough morning voice filling your ears. “You didn’t wake me.” He whispers in your ear, making you smile softly. You couldn’t see his face, but you definitely could see the pout in your head. “I know,” You murmur as you lean into his touch, but keep your eyes trained on the bacon. You’ve had too many incidents of the bacon grease popping on your skin. “You got back around 2 am last night, Kyle. You needed that sleep.” Kyle huffs and presses a lazy kiss against your jaw, and then another up to your ear. You feel goosebumps raise as he does so. “I don’t need sleep when I’m with you, love.” You smile as you feel your face heat up; his flirting always gets you, even after being together for this long. “Oh, shush. Now that you’re up, why don’t you grab a cup of coffee and get the eggs and milk out?”

Kyle makes a quiet noise of acknowledgment but he doesn’t move yet. “In a minute, jus’.. need to hold you.” Sometimes Kyle just needs a moment to hold you, to process you’re with him and it isn’t a hopeful dream he’s having while in reality, he’s sleeping on a shitty tarp in a worn down house in the middle of a war zone. There’s no sirens, no explosions, no smell of gunpowder. There’s just you, the smell of your cooking, the smell of your home. Kyle couldn’t ask for anything better, as he’s convinced you’re the gift he’s been begging God for. “I love you.” He whispers, his tone fragile like if he speaks too loudly, his reality will crack and shatter back on to a battlefield. You hummed, murmuring, “I love you too, Kyle. Now get those eggs!” You push your body against his playfully to push him away, which he chuckles and lets go of you. He walks over to the fridge and rubs his eyes so he isn’t as sleepy.

Kyle opens the fridge and hums along to the song you have playing, a song he’s heard so many times now. He listens to it on base so he feels more at home. He grabs the milk and eggs, using his foot to close the fridge door. “Good, now crack ‘em and put ‘em in the bowl, honey.” You glance over at him as you flip the bacon, watching him blink away the tiredness as he sets the jug of milk and carton of eggs on the counter. “Yes, ma’am.” Kyle teases, bending down and grabbing a bowl from the cabinet below. He uses his foot to shut the cabinet once again and grabs a fork, and the. Kyle drags the trash can over to the counter. You laugh as you watch him, his face scrunched up. “You work in the military, yet you can barely handle the feeling of egg yolk?” You poke fun at him which causes Kyle to turn to you, his lower lip pouting out ever so slightly. “Hey! Everyone has their icks, darling.”

You turn back to the bacon and quickly remove the cooked pieces onto the plate like before and then you switch the stove top off for now, putting the pan on a different burner that isn’t hot. You put the tongs on the same plate and after that, you look over at your boyfriend. God, your boyfriend. Kyle Garrick, your boyfriend. You never could stop repeating that the time you guys got together; “This is Kyle Garrick, my boyfriend!”

You watch him open the carton of eggs and grab one, gently cracking it against the edge of the bowl. You watch the way his face scrunches up when he realizes he has to use his thumbs to properly open the egg and you can’t suppress a giggle when he squints when he finally feels the yolk of the egg against his skin. You love the way his features are, the way he’s so incredibly expressive about what he’s feeling. You love the small rolls of skin on his nose between his eyes, you love how it scrunches up when he feels something gross or hears something distasteful. You love the way the top of his gum line shows when he smiles widely, you love how his laugh bounces off the walls when he’s truly amused, you love how he looks at you. Oh, how he looks at you. Kyle looks at you as if you’re the only person left on this Earth with him, as if no one else exists. You love the way his body relaxes in your arms, as if he’s leaving his baggage of the day at the door. You love the way he flirts with you like he just saw you for the first time, even after a few years of being together. Kyle is so gentle and kind, despite his job and physique. There’s no one else you could imagine sharing a life with, and you’re sure Kyle feels the same. He kisses you as if he’s starving and you’re the only thing that will satiate him, he holds you as if you’ll slip from him any moment. Kyle keeps all of your letters, every time you send one to him on base, he has a folder in his quarters. When he’s lonely, he rereads every word, every confession you send him.

You quietly come up behind him and repeat what he did to you earlier, although your hands slowly go under his shirt, your hands feeling his abdomen and chest. You hum and murmur lowly in his ear, “Hey, pretty boy. You got a lover?” Kyle bursts out laughing, an intense contrast from the quiet sounds of his humming and the music. You can’t help but let out a giggle, but you try to stay in character. “Don’t laugh at me, answah the question.”

Kyle snorts as he tries to keep his hands steady as he cracks open another egg, leaning against you a bit more. “Mhm, I do. They’re quite smashing, I’d say.” Kyle responds, his voice dripping amusement. It’s your turn to snort, your mouth contorting to mock his accent. “Smashing!” You mock, not being able to finish your word without laughing. Kyle elbows you lightly. “Hey, now! I just complimented you!” He pouts but you roll your eyes, pressing a kiss to his shoulder. You arms wrap around his properly and you begin to pull him away from the counter, a yelp leaving him. “Hey, I’m not do!-“

“Dance with me, Kyle.” You murmur, spinning him around to face you. Kyle’s face held bewilderment before contorting to amusement, your arms wrapping around his neck. “Is your favorite song on?” He replies softly, his hands avoiding touching your shirt. “I still have yolk on my fingers, love.” You let out a soft psshhh and lean closer to him. “I don’t care, I can always get a new shirt from your closet.” You giggle softly, making eye contact with him. Kyle laughs in reply, his hands grabbing onto you and pulling you closer as you swayed back and forth softly. Kyle’s eyes radiate pure love and adoration; he again stares at you as if his sole purpose was just.. you. They shine in a way they only do for you. Kyle leans forward and presses his lips against yours, keeping the kiss slow and soft. Your lips move against his in sync. There’s no hidden agenda behind the kiss, no second-hidden intentions; it’s just two people loving each other, kissing for the sake of intimacy.

Your kisses are always something he craves back on base or during the missions he goes on, and he always motivated to come back home to you.

You gently pull away and his lips attempt to follow you, but your finger rests on his lips to stop him. Kyle’s eyebrows furrow in confusion and neediness. You smile and cup his cheek instead. “There will be plenty of time for that later, okay? We need to eat.”

As far as Kyle knows, you’re all he needs, but okay.

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lazulirus · 2 years

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One too many

• It was time to face the consequences of your actions - the suffocating tension in the house, the silent treatment and your hurt heart. You could understand why others were mad at you, but why does even Lucifer turns the other way when you appear?

• Pairing: Lucifer x reader (gender neutral) • Genre: fluff • Word Count: 2.7k • Warnings: mentions of alcohol and being drunk • Note: Many of you asked for that, and even more of you left love under the first part; as 500 followers celebration I present the second part of A lot of wine, not enough of love

To say you could cut the tension with a knife would be an understatement. You doubted there even was a blade strong enough to do that.

It was suffocating and completely wrecking when half of the house refused to speak to you, sometimes even completely ignoring you. Satan forgot day after day about your tutoring. Asmodeus was now constantly on his phone and never missing an opportunity to say how disappointed his followers were. Belphegor pretended to not hear you - no matter if it was simply passing something during meals or just saying hi at school. Mammon was close to breaking, but the three younger brothers always appeared to force him out of your company.

Ridiculous behaviour, one that should be put to stop the moment it started. But Lucifer turns a blind eye, always excusing himself when you enter the room.

Thus your days consisted of venomous scowls, childish glares and loneliness growing stronger and stronger - till you never was in the mood to play with Levi nor to even get up to spend time with Beel. Humans needed interactions and affection, suddenly depriving them of both, locking in suffocating hostility only led to them staying in bed, eating less, sleeping more. You were too tired to try talking to brothers again, to ask again when they'll stop being childish, when they'll be kind again. Probably, if it weren't for Beel, you would have become one with the bed.

"Beeeeeel, let me down." You whine but put no real fight as you dangle on the demon's shoulder, face front; with enough bending of your neck, you could look at this worried face.

"No. We're going out." He put you down. It was almost adorable when he forced his voice to be stern, yet fondness and worry seeped through. "Go wash and change clothes… please." And how could you say no to those giant pleading eyes? "Levi won tickets to some… uh, "normie restaurant," he said you would like."

Giggling, feet stumbling, doors slamming and shushing so loud it more gave away your position than hid you - the noises you were making would wake up the dead. Beel tries to shush you, his actions way calmer and controlled; the pink tint on his cheek matched nicely with his hair.

"It's late, let's not wa—"

"Where have you been?" Like a mad mother, arm crossed, annoyance written from the tense of his muscles to the gleam in his eyes - Lucifer was standing at the top of the stairs, his eyes more focused on Beel than you. "Do you have any idea what time it is?"

"Sorry, Lucifer… we lost track of time…"

"Yea~ 'Cause it was 'o fun!" Red eyes look towards you; softer. How blessed Lucifer was that Diavolo was nowhere near, and there was no need to explain your poor state. Head leaning towards Beel, who was your only support, and it seemed like you were feeling too hot, given your unbuttoned shirt and your jacket in Beel's free hand.

"Explain." Was all that Lucifer said, the annoyance that bleed through, more and more, was only adding to his stern voice.

"We went out to eat…" His eyes stay on the floor, the plinking of the jacket's zipper an only accompaniment. "And we ordered some drinks to lighten up the mood but… I forgot that alcohol in them works stronger on humans…"

"It's not your fault, Bwel," You say, clinging to his arm like a koala, much to Lucifer's annoyance. "You're the only one that cares abowt me. You're the bestest of 'em all." Beel gently pats your head that so cutely nuzzles into him, but his eyes glance at Lucifer nervously - the eldest magic aura growing with every second just to calm down with an exhale.

"I'll take care of them." The clicking of his shoes echoes in the sleeping house. "You can go now."

"Lucifer, are you sure…"

"I'll pay for your next meal in the city." Beel hesitated, but the idea of going wild and not having to pay for it… Lucifer was responsible, for sure there was no need to worry? Unsure but still agrees, Beelzebub detaches you, and you were quick to latch on to Lucifer instead. It was almost cartoonish how quickly Lucifer's demeanour changed, now smiling softly; his attention was focused solely on you. Beelzebub excuses himself awkwardly and silently.

The house was empty, each corridor only carrying echoes of Lucifer's steps; he found it easier to carry you, and you didn't mind. You don't notice that he goes in the 'wrong' direction, that instead you were on silky sheets and a king-sized bed. Why Lucifer did that - it was a mystery to himself, or rather, he refused to answer the question.

It has been so long since he had you so close - days, even weeks without you, even in the same room, let alone so close, able to caress your cheek with you sending him a smile. It hurt Lucifer to stay away, he saw every sad glance, every evening of you skipping supper, how Levi's second controller collected dust, how rarely he heard the creak of your doors. Yet, Lucifer did nothing. He didn't know what he would say if you asked questions about the night, he didn't know what he would say if he had to question his behaviour. So he ran away, like a coward, talking himself into thinking it was less hurtful to his pride.

"Hey~ I'm not sweepy yet…" You say, but don't move from the spot, enjoying how cold and huggable the pillow was. The room was spinning and a bit blurry, and it was hard to make out who you were left with. "If Bwell trusts you, it should 'e fine." You giggle, talking strictly to yourself. "Hey, do ya like Bweel? He's sucha kind guy! Not like the rest of 'em…" You play with your caretaker tie as your mood sours, remembering the rest of the awful demons. "Well, whateva. Do you wanna drink somethin' with me?"

Lucifer would consider the proposition, even coo at how adorably your speech was under the influence if it didn't bring memories.

Why won't you drink with me now?

He remembers, the hazy memories of how you pushed away his every advance when the roles were reversed - afraid of hurting him? Using him? Lucifer did his best to understand your human thinking, and why you thought it was immoral to give yourself up to the desire.

But he was a demon; "immoral" had no meaning for him. When you were sprawled on his bed, adorable yet alluring, with your shirt unbuttoned, teasing, with your eyes lidded, inviting - why shouldn't he indulge himself? Why stop, when he was already hovering above you, lips trembling in the desire to kiss, fingers gripping the sheets instead of your body. Your chest rising quickly, hypnotising, his own breath becoming uneven - Why stop?

I love you, Lucifer.

He steps away.

Instead of continuing to drink in your sight, he drinks Demonus; from the glass, not the bottle, still having some dignity. His thoughts were in disarray, scrambling to stay coherent and keeping his desires like a muzzle on a wild dog. He was doing his best, trying so hard— Your weight on him was sudden and distracting, caging him in the same armchair he held you hostage on that cursed night. This time, he felt so little in control, grasping the shreds of it while he looked away, lips hidden in the glass; Demonus was bitter. “I told you, I wanna drink too.” And your words were so, so sweet, your breath of Devildom’s fruits with just a hint of alcohol hitting his face - Beel had to treat you to very good drinks. Lucifer swallows more saliva than the alcohol he pretended to drink, weighing his options, trying to understand. “Well, I can give you a taste.” His tone was nonchalant, confident, yet his lips trembled when he inched towards you, heart pounding, head spinning - you wanted this, right? With your legs on each side of him, with your hands on his tense shoulders; grip so delicate, loving. Red eyes jump around your face, looking for any sign of displeasure, any sign that he was reading it wrong - were you really in love with him? Those beautiful, hopeful red eyes got as big as a coin when you put a hand on his mouth. “We can’t!” You pout, almost angry at Lucifer, who just looks bewildered. “I… I wanna give my first Devildom kiss to Luciwer.” He slowly, delicately takes you by the wrist. “But…” Squinted eyes, furrowed brows - utter, complete confusion as his head tilts to the side. “...I am Lucifer?” “No, you’re not!” You gesture with your free hand towards him. “Luciwer is way pwettier… And he dresses like… not so sloppy!” The demon’s mouth was open, but no words were coming out. His attire, the tie you made lose yourself, was in your opinion sloppy. “I… I see?” Although the rest was on him. Asmodeus did mention that his hair lost shine, and Mammon snickered that the circles under his eyes matched Levi’s - both of them got a glare as they were the cause of those issues. Lucifer couldn’t sleep well knowing how in pain you were. Knowing how with each day you were drifting apart - from his brothers, from him - was giving him more stress than any task from Diavolo.

It was laughable, even for himself, that such a trivial thing was giving him so much anxiety. Why was he reacting in such a way? Lucifer refused to answer it.

"What do you like about him? Lucifer, I mean." He didn't want to think about those things; feelings, worries. Now, hearing praise from your sweet lips was way more alluring and just the thing he needed for his wounded ego and bruised heart.

"He's… smart… powerful and so handsome! Luciwer is also responsible, so he's, what was... A father material to be honest." He raises an eyebrow, his smirk distorted in the glass. Who would have thought you had such ideas for him? "I mean, what else do ya need from a man? Smart, strong, responsible, he's even funny sometimes!" Lucifer nods, he indeed got all those qualities.

"But he's also such a dick!"

Lucifer chokes.

"Excuse me?" He spats out, throat burning from alcohol.

"Don't ya agree? Everyone thinks that!" Your annoyance becomes more and more visible. "He got mad at me for nothin'! It's not like I wanted thanks or anythin', I helped 'cause… y'know, I like him." You smile just for a moment, remembering all the things you liked, loved even about that demon just to return to your angry monologue a second later. "He never talks 'bout his feelings! He doesn't wanna say why he's mad or if he even… likes me? Dunno, he probably doesn't…" Lucifer should say something, stand in defence of his feelings if he only understood what he was feeling. He remembered clearly the adoration he felt towards you - the things he declared that night didn't disappear with the alcohol. Even at this moment, he felt the same adoration towards you as he felt then, as he feels every day. But one question stopped him from acting, another he didn't know how to answer - that adoration was love or desire?

Was he so drawn towards you because he desires your body or because he loved your touch?

"You know…" You mumble, getting comfortable on his lap, inching closer to him. "...maybe I wanna taste that after all. Second best…"

Did he yearn for a kiss or what was hiding behind it?

"You're drunk." He finds himself parroting as he turns away, running away from your lips; cheeks dusted with the slightest pink.

He finds the idea not as appealing as he thought - your eager words, soft lips, but no love behind eyes, only a haze of alcohol. If you were to get closer, he wished for it to be without the help of drinks or controlled by a clouded mind - he wanted your decision to be clear, honest, coming from the heart.

"Would you… kiss Lucifer if given a chance?" He finds himself saying - ridiculous, absurd, but he cannot stop himself.

"I mean," you tilt your head, "I like him, but he doesn—"

"If he did." Only red eyes turn towards you. "Would you?"

It was hard to understand your caretaker's intentions as the only thing in your head was the buzzing of alcohol. Why wouldn't you kiss a demon you loved?

"But he doesn't." You argue. "If he did, why he doesn't talk to me?"

"Maybe…" Lucifer looks away again; heart pounding, each step like on a field of mines. "... He was scared." When he sees your confusion, Lucifer adds: "He never was good at… expressing feelings, you see."

"So… You're sayin' he likes me, but… felt stupid after what he said that night?" You were surprisingly bright despite the influence and hearing what Lucifer was aware of deep down made him scoff, then blush. Meanwhile, you feel the heat coming to your face and your eyes going wide as your caretaker nods.

"He likes me…?" Just a mumble, soft, shocked. It was hard to believe a demon so perfect would fall for a human, that his advances were something more than drunkards rambles. His weird behaviour only enforced those ideas but now… To hear so confidently that Lucifer loved you…

"I have to talk to him!" You almost trip on your own legs. Now alcohol found a new emotion to entertain and enforce - panic. What if Lucifer thought you were mad at him? What if you wasted so long not talking about the issue, and he thought you didn't like him? If he really liked you, you had to talk about it now!

This time, the grip on your wrist was stronger, still not bruising.

"You should go to sleep, you can talk about it calmly tomorrow." You wanted to argue, but tiredness settled on you like a veil. Suddenly, it was hard to keep your eyes open and your mouth shut from yawn after yawn.

As Lucifer lays you to bed, makes sure you're comfortable and falls asleep in seconds, he finds the words suitable, falling from his lips smoothly:

"I love you."

It wasn't a simple desire, he didn't long for the touch nor your flesh but what was hiding behind the gestures - love, adoration, longing. He wanted to see those things in you, the same things he could now, finally confidently say he felt towards you.

Why did he run away from your questions? Because he loved you.

Why did your sadness make him anxious? Because he loved you.

Was that desire or love? Love.

You wake up moaning, head throbbing with pain and limbs refusing to cooperate. Face instinctively hiding in the pillow despite knowing that you had no bright light to fear in Devildom. Only the creak of the door forces one of your eyes open; despite seeing it's not your room, you don't find the energy to panic.

"Good morning." Lucifer's voice was calm and collected like always, and your eye, hazy from sleep, didn’t find anything weird in his appearance - soft hair, smart clothes and… trey in his hands. You frown, trying to remember last night, but it only worsens your headache. "I prepared medication, water and a light breakfast for you. Unfortunately, you missed it."

You slowly sit up, avoiding any sudden movements - the last thing you needed was puking in front of your crush.

"What happened last night…?" You mumble, still under Lucifer's soft duvet; still in the t-shirt and pants from escapade with Beel.

"I got you to bed." Simple, and straight to the point as he sets the tray next to you on the bed. "I hope sleeping here wasn't worse than sleeping in your bed, I wanted to have an eye on you in case Devildom's alcohol affects you in a strange way."

"You cared…" Unfortunately, the crunching of toast didn't drown out those mindlessly said words.

"Of course. You are dear to me, after all." You can't control yourself, your face showing every bit of shock - from wide eyes to mouth open just slightly. He… what?

Meanwhile, Lucifer stays the same, finally content and calm as he found all the answers he needed.

He loved you, too.

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