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specialagentlokitty · 1 year

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Rossi x Daughter!reader - reckless and brave

Heyo!!! So, this is random, but I saw this on my tiktok, and thought of young reader (Rossis daughter) doing this and the team watching and absolutely having heart attacks about it! I would love to read your take on it, if that's ok? 💓💓 xx She's a massive dare devil, obviously encouraged by Garcia and Emily, JJ and Hotch silently panicking, Reid staying facts no one asks for (he's rambling) and Rossi is just used to it by now - @casserole-from-dads-asserole 💜

A/N: since I wasn’t able to see the video that was sent with it my lovely friend has said I can make smth up 😌💜

Your dad was away in a case, and while the case was finished due to the bad weather in the state they were in, he wasn’t able to come back home for a few days and was locked up in his hotel.

You were sat in top of a skateboard ramp when your phone started ringing and you set your drink down to look at who was calling and with a grin you answered the FaceTime.

“Dad! Hi!”

“Hey sweetheart, how you doing? Where are you?”

You flipped the camera to show him the skatepark and turned it back around.

“I’m out with Andy, Mary and Ethan. I’m good! I ate all your popcorn though so you might wanna get more, how’re you? Where’s the rest of the team?!”

Rossi chuckled, getting up he left his hotel room and started to walk down the hallways.

“I’m good, we may be stuck here a few more days I’m sorry.”

“Nah it’s cool, nothing you can do about it. Plus I’m old enough to look after myself!”

“That your way of saying you don’t need me?” He teased.

“No! You’re my dad you moron, I love you but I’m also loving having the house to myself.” You grinned.

He laughed and knocked on another door, and he was let in.

Once he was in the room he told everyone to say hi to you, and you noticed Garica was also on FaceTime with Derek and your eyes lit up with excitement.

“Penny are you still here?!”

“Yes my lovely!”

Grinned you asked her if she wanted to come to the skatepark to get out of the office since there was nothing for her to do and she quickly agreed.

The others laughed and you stayed talking to them for a little bit and Emily popped into the screen.

“What’re you doing?” She asked.

“Oh I was skating, we have to wait though.”

“Why?”

You slid down the ramp and got up, walking to the far edge of the park, you showed them what was currently going on.

“We’ll someone found these old planks and stuff, and no we’re making a new ramp.”

“(Y/N) that’s not safe.” Rossi scolded.

Ethan walked over, popping his face next to yours.

“Don’t worry, I’m testing it first.” He grinned.

“Absolutely not I am!” You huffed.

You guys bickered for a moment and Mary came over with your skateboard, handing it over to you.

“They’ll be done soon.” She grinned.

Grinning back, you sat down with your friends and carried on talking to your family.

“Do you really have to do this?” Derek asked.

“It’s a matter of pride Derek morgan. If I don’t then what am I really?”

“Smart?” Emily pipped up.

“Boring! I’m boring! I’ve gotta do it! Wanna see some not dangerous things?”

“Show us what you got kiddo.” Hotch smiled.

You wondered where he was, but guess by the fact he was holding his phone you assumed he was on the phone to his son.

You handed your phone to Mary so she could show them you on the normal, not dangerous ramps and everyone smiled as they watched.

As you were coming down one, you saw your favourite tech woman walking up and you grinned, swerving away from the ramp, past your friends and on to the grass you broke out into a run and jumped at her.

“Hi! I’ve missed you!” She giggled.

“I’ve missed you too Pen! You should come here more often come in!”

Grabbing her hand you dragged her over and picked up your board along the way and made your way to your friends again.

They were used to seeing FBI agents at this point, having spent a lot of time around your house or out and about they knew them all.

“Hey! Hey it’s done!” Someone yelled.

“Done what?”

“New ramp.” Ethan grinned madly.

You guys all walked over, and you looked at the way the wood was badly screwed together.

It was simple looking, at the base of the tallest ramp, curving a little with the idea to send you flying around the curved ramp and another leading directly into the bowl ramp in the ground where you should be able to get enough speed to go flying out.

“That really doesn’t look safe at all.” Reid said.

“Come on, it’s fine!” You laughed.

You grabbed your board and ran up to the top of the tallest ramp, and with the help of some older teens, they pulled you up and steadied you.

“Sure you wanna be the first one on this thing?”

“Hell yeah.” You grinned.

They smirked and you heard Garica shout your name, now she was holding your phone.

“You go!” She beamed.

You could hear JJ, Derek, Emily all cheering your name over the phone.

The whole team was crowded around anxiously watching, cheering for you.

“You know only 5% of skateboarding injuries bare severe, and most of those are from being hit by moving vehicles.” Reid said.

“Still doesn’t make this any safer.” Hotch said.

He was panicking, he should be used to your reckless and care free nature by now, but having a son of his own he felt the need to protect you and keep you safe.

He looked at Rossi who didn’t seem to phased, but he could tell his friend was worried about your safety.

“Either way, we both know that she’s going to do this, she’s just wait till we’re off FaceTime.” Rossi sighed.

They watched you line yourself up with the new ramp, and in a tense moment you were gone, flying down.

You went over the dodgy ramp which creaked under the speed and sudden weight and flew around the next ramp making your way over to the final makeshift one.

You got on it and it broke, sending you tumbling down and everyone quickly jumped into action.

“Garcia what’s going on?!” Rossi asked.

“Hold on, hold on, hold on!”

She looked down into the bowl shaped ramp to see you sitting up, some older kids helping pull you to your feet and climb out and you sat in front of Garica.

“Are you okay?!” She rushed out.

Looking at her, you nodded.

“Yeah! That was hella cool! Scraped my arms a little bit that fine.”

You showed them the damage which wasn’t that bad at all and stood up.

“Let’s go again!”

Everyone laughed and cheered including your dads team but when you heard Rossi say your name you took the phone and turned it to face you.

“I know you’re going to do it again, but please not while we’re on FaceTime, so I can at least pretend you’re not doing it.”

You laughed and nodded your head, sitting to talk to him for a bit instead before hanging up and immediately going back to what you were doing.

Since it was summer you spent every day at the park, and a few days later you all found a new way to entertain yourselves.

You didn’t know your dad was already back, and that he and his team were coming to the skatepark to surprise you with Will, Henry and Jack as well.

You were standing on the roof of a building talking to the same older boys from the other day.

“Do you think we can make that jump?” Mary asked.

“No idea.” Jason shrugged.

“Well, why not asked the cops? They’re here because of that crazy old woman anyways, may as well see if they can measure it.” A boy shrugged.

You all nodded and walked over to the edge, laying down on your stomach, you grabbed a stick and poked the police officer stood below you.

“Can I help you?” She laughed.

“So, what you doing?”

“Well because of that ladies reports, we need to stay here to keep an eye on you lot. You’re not doing anything illegal, but for safety reasons just for a little while until she goes.”

You nodded your head and gestured to the bowl ramp.

“So, can you measure the gap between this building and that hole in the ground?”

“Sure, but I shouldn’t be condoning this behaviour you know.”

“Come on you’re cool! You two are here every other week!” Mary pouted.

“Yeah! Plus if we know we can’t jump it we won’t.”

The two others nodded and took careful steps, counting how many until they reached the edge.

“Okay, so if there was people laying down how many people would fill that space.”

“About five.” The male officer nodded.

“Oh we can do that, we’ve jumped over more people that that. Thanks!”

You got up and you guys spoke a bit more and the older boys decided to go first, to test how safe it really was so you all stood at the edge watching.

They did and you got lined up to do you jump when you heard people chanting your name you walked back over to have a look.

“Dad!”

“You got this sweetheart!” He called back.

You were buzzing with excitement, hearing your family cheer your name and cheer you on you got ready and went for it.

Skating as fast as you could from one side to the other, you jumped over the little ledge and soared through the air, heading straight for the smooth concrete of the ramp you landed a little wobbly but you landed and appeared on the other side.

There was a whole lot of cheering, and you ran over to your dad, dropping your skateboard you hugged him tightly as people started to cheer for Mary.

Rossi held you tightly, kissing the top of your head he pulled away and looked at your injuries from the other day.

“You’re so reckless.” He sighed.

“I know, it’s great!” You beamed.

He laughed and pushed you over to the team and you hugged them all, happy to have you family around you.

They decided to spend the day here and you would carry on with your reckless behaviour without a fear in the world with them cheering you on and sometimes Hotch or Rossi trying to talk you out of it but you still did it.

You were a little daredevil.

They’re little daredevil and they wouldn’t have it any other way.

Rossi definitely wouldn’t, you were his little rebel, his little girl and as long as you were safe and happy he’d cheer you on at every stupid and reckless stunt you wanted to do

#criminal minds #criminal minds x reader #criminal minds x y/n #criminal minds imagine #David rossi #david rossi x reader #David rossi x you #rossi x reader #Rossi x you #Rossi imagine

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fairykazu · 5 months

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TRACK 5: KNOCK KNOCK! WHOS THERE?

"name? are you there?" kazuha asked, his voice was muffled. you laughed nervously,

"yes, i am! don't worry. i'll be there in a bit, just let me do somethiiiing real quick." you answered. you wondered what was off about your apartment until you realized it's a bit messy. by a bit, you mean, it's terrible. it's like every world storm disaster decided to visit your home. you quickly tidied up your place until it was decently cleaned. you opened the door, "hi, kazuha! i hope you didn't wait too long." his nose was dusted with a bit of pink since the cold, he slowly moved his limbs to your apartment.

"no... not at all." he spoke. you noticed you forgot to put away your undergarment on the floor, quickly, you slid it behind the closet next to the door, hoping your highschool crush didn't notice. unknownst to you, he had, he chuckled a bit before he changed the subject, "what kind of song would you want to write?"

leading kazuha to the living room, you fluffed a pillow as he sat down. putting the pillow down and sitting near him, you laughed a little, "didn't you ask me? what genre do you think fits me the best?" well, you had already done enough pop. maybe it would be time for you to do some indie? he shrugged, "what are you most comfortable with?"

"i think, pop, it's a bit mainstreamed though."

"ok, what if you go for pop again but experiment with sounds that sounds like a dream?"

"what do you mean?"

pulling out his phone, kazuha quickly searched something up and played a song by barbara, the idol known as shinin' miracles. "like a dream pop?"

“i love barbara’s music but would it be like copy cat? i dont want to be all controversial.”

he scooted closer to you. you noticed every feature of his face and especially his maple-colored eyes. shit, has he ever changed from high school? he feels the same but is he prettier than before? you tried to ignore it as he continues, “when your albums out, you could release this after and say its inspired by barbara. i'm sure she would be flattered.”

“ohh! okay, i think i have to ask the kamisatos about this but i could work with this."

you yawned as kazuha brought over the third round of canned drinks, "do you think the lyrics are good enough?" kazuha asked you as you half-hazardly glanced at the various sheets of paper. some of them was sprawled all over your star-shaped coffee table and the rest were scrunched up and littered your complex's floor. "hmmm, i think so?"

cracking opens the can, you heard the familiar crisp crrk of the can, he handed it to you. his hand lightly brushed over yours and you tried to ignore the feelings it gave to your heart. "did you even read them? or did you do 'the thing' because you're too tired to look?" he jested as you laughed.

"haha, of course not! who do you think i am?" you replied, obviously lying through your teeth. as obvious as you were, kazuha was fighting back the urge to laugh, he tried to hide it with a smile. kazuha smiled warmly, "name. you are a person who does not lie at all."

"yep! yep! haha, thats me." he chuckled at your useless attempt to lie. an awkward silence filled the air as it started to kill you, you gave in.

name: 0 | kazuha: 1

"...okay, hand it over to me."

he took the can out of your hands, and you raised a brow, "you usually spill your drinks when you're busy with something. remember in highschool-"

"oh god no! don't ever bring that up." you winced at the pain, remembering that memory. it was too depressing to remember. kazuha made a face at you as you begrudingly agreed with him, "alright. take my beautiful dr. pepper away."

you traded your soda for to read the lyrics of the devil!!! just kidding... woah!

wait.

these lyrics weirdly sound romantic....

are the high school feelings coming back? man, why could lumine be right of all people? stupid star twins. y

"anything weird?" kazuha asked, worried. oh, he's doing that face when he's too worried and may or may not have a stomachache of overthinking a problem. you nodded your head no, "nah, it's fine."

"you sure?"

"really."

celeste

masterlist | prev nxt

a new and upcoming soloist was coming into the world of tevyat. but wait… isn't that one of the triple stars?! y/n was apart of the trio band called "triple stars" with aether and lumine. but due to mysterious reasons, they left the group with no explanation. however, they have come back with a new name: celeste

notes: - song used in this chapter is called ive always had a thing for you baby by between friends - dc (divider credit): @\bunnysrph

taglist: @pyrrhicgaze @d4y-dr3am3r @murderisokayforme @aeongiies @florakis @luvnoya @mellowknightcolorfarm @elikyeet @4leyn3 @imkaaayy @xiaosonlybeloved @kavxikitty @jayxncya @sakiimeo @theblueblub @whipped-for-fictionals @ynverse @eunchaeluvr @rifran @meowmeowmau @sweetstrawberrybabe

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cottagecheese1 · 11 months

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Knocking on the devils door

Summary: When you come back from college for summer break, the last thing you expected was to have a stepdad.

Paring - dark stepdad robert pronge x reader

Warnings - not really smut but close enough, robert is a weirdo

College was fun. Well, except juggling classes and doing work wasn't all that fun, but other than that, you enjoyed it. Before you left home, you and your mom got into this huge argument about how you shouldn't go to college and just stay in your hometown and find a rich husband to take care of you, so you can become a housewife like her.

You have always been an independent person, but your mom never really understood that. Every time you would bring up getting a job or going to college, she would refuse, and ask you why you wouldn't just get a husband.

Then again, you do keep in mind that she is your mother and always has been, so you hoped that if you put this little hardship behind you, your mom would understand and also do the same.

You pulled into the driveway and took a quick gander at your childhood home. Nothing has changed even before you left, but what you did notice was an ice cream truck parked right in front of you. How strange.

As soon as you get out of your car, you smooth your shirt out. Taking in a deep breath, and walking up to the front door, knocking with your left hand while you hold your bag in the other. After waiting for a good two minutes, you raised your hand to knock once again until a tall man with long hair and a scruffy mustache answered the door.

"Listen, kid, I don't wanna buy any girl scout cookies"

He had a white T shirt on with glasses, as much as you would hate to admit it. He was a handsome man. The feeling of your tongue being caught in the back of your own throat wasn't really the most convenient.

"Um, no, sir, I'm looking for my mom? M/n?"

He looked me up and down, but before he could answer again, a high-pitched voice that was highly recognizable came quickly to the front door.

"Oh, Y/n, I'm so glad you're here! You should have called before you came! I missed you so much, sweetheart please come inside!"

To say that you were surprised was an understatement. Being welcomed into open arms by your mother after what happened really surprised you. After you came inside, and looked around at the same pictures, same radio, same dusty bookshelf that has been here since your childhood, you quickly realized there was nothing visibly different. Nothing special.

When your mother led you inside, the tall man behind you followed, "Sit down, I was just making spaghetti for tonight!" Your mother spoke joyfully. You sat quietly, waiting for someone to make conversation so you wouldn't have to.

"So, I see you met Robert, don’t worry sweetheart he may look a little intimidating, but he's not all that bad, " your mom said as she gave a heartfelt giggle. You gave a small smile and turned to look at him, you didn’t get to observe his features until now, you swear he could feel your gaze burning in the back off his head because he shifted his head around and made eye contact with you. His icy blue eyes, and scruffy facial hair made you feel some sort of way, but you just couldn’t put your finger on it..almost a little creeped out. Pulling you out of your train of thoughts was your mother, she gave a frustrated sigh, "Dammit! I forgot the pasta sauce, I'll have to run down to the store... you two don't go anywhere, and I'll be right back".

You giggled and gave a quick ‘ok’ while she grabbed her purse and walked through the front door. After your mom left, it was extremely awkward when you just sat there silently while Robert seductively eyed you up and down.

"So, you go to college?"

Giving him a quick nod, you start to speak. "Yea, sports medicine...did you marry my mom?"

He chuckled and made his way over to the fridge to grab a beer, "Yeah, so I guess that makes me your daddy, right?" He said as he took a swing of the bitter liquid. Feeling your cheeks go red, you gave an awkward laugh.

“Um, yeah I guess so, if that’s the way you think of it.” Robert cracked his beer open, and walked over to the seat beside you to sit down. Fiddling with your fingers nervously, trying to come up with a question or some kind of excuse to make this situation less awkward.

Robert reached over, and tucked the stray piece of hair behind your ear softly, “Do I make you nervous angel?” You gave a embarrassed smile, and attempted to make some space between him and you, because for some reason it felt like he was to close to you. To comfortable for just meeting you the first time.

“Not at all, why would you say that?” He then managed to get closer to you right after you said that, giving you a unsatisfied hum, he grabbed your chin softly while making you look at him, “Because you are. You don’t need to lie to your daddy angel” After he said that you pushed his hand off your face with a wide eyed look while getting up out of your seat, “Are you fucking crazy? I’m going to tell my mom.” He laughed getting up and striding over to you, never until now have you realized how much bigger he was then you, probably a lot stronger also.

Pushing you up against the kitchen wall, he grabbed your face roughly. “Your mother would never believe you, and even if she did it’s either you or me. After that little disagreement you two had about not settling down and getting a husband, not to mention you also not wanting to stay in this shit hole of a town made your mother really upset. I’ve stayed with that hag for four years, and you wouldn’t wanna ruin your relationship with her even more would you angel?”

That was your breaking point. You broke out in sobs while burying your face in Roberts shirt, “Aw, angel face..daddy didn’t mean to make you cry, let me see that pretty face sweetheart.” You looked up at him with defeat, “what do you want from me..” Robert smiled and wiped the falling tears from your cheeks, “right now I want you to be my good girl, and to look me in my eyes when I fuck you with my fat cock. I want you to beg for daddy’s dick angel.” You looked up at him with wide eyes, “no..”

All the somewhat warmth and softness that might’ve been in him disappeared at that moment, “So you want your mother to think your a whore and tried to force yourself on me? Hm?” You froze, thinking of all the things your mother has done for you, and then her going to think for a minute you tried to have sex with this man. Robert exhaled while putting his head on your forehead, “How about I give you twenty spanks for being a brat, and another ten because you’re not being a good girl, then we can start over and you can actually start being my good girl. How bout it angel?”

You looked at him angrily, “NO.” Robert raised his hand, giving you a warning smack on your cheek. “If you say no again you’ll be choking on my dick to.” There was a pregnant pause in the air for a moment before he spoke again, “if your mother gets home before we get started, it will be much much worse tonight.” With that you sighed and gave a quiet ‘alright’.

Kissing your forehead softly before following with a ‘good girl’. Pulling you in the living room, and sitting on the couch before tugging you over his lap.

Pulling your pants down, leaving you in your panties for a moment, “so pretty angel, you wear these panties for anyone else, hm?” Giving him a soft ‘no’ he gave a satisfied hum, tugging your panties down your ankles, and giving your ass a teasing smack. “Count.”

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Smack after smack went down painfully on your ass, at this point you were sobbing while counting, “twenty-five..” you just wanted it to be over, “twenty-seven..” your ass is bright red and hurts like shit, “your doing so good for daddy angel, just three more.” You gave him a whine, “twenty-nine..” you think the last one hurt the most because somehow you started crying even harder, “t-thirty…” Robert rubbed your ass soothingly, and put you on his lap. All you could do was hug him, and being in such a vulnerable state, you didn’t really care that you were clinging onto him with such urgency, “Aw, daddy’s sorry angel but you had to learn one way or another didn’t you sweet pea?” All you did was whine and bury your face in the crook of his neck, you can’t describe it, but he smelled good, “daddy..”

Robert smiled finally getting you wrapped around his finger, “did you learn your lesson?” With a burning red ass and no more fight in your body all you could do was nod your head yes.

Robert leaned down to grab your pants, accepting your answer as it is, “we need to get you cleaned up angel, we don’t need your mom finding you in such a humiliating mess honey..would hate to explain this to her wouldn’t you?” Nodding your head, and letting him wrap his arms around you. Maybe this isn’t to bad.

A/n: This isn’t usually like any of my other fic’s but I enjoyed writing it. I know it’s been a minute but I’m trying to go through my drafts at the moment!

#x reader #chris evans #chris evans x reader #chris evans headcanon #robert pronge x you #robert pronge x reader #Robert pronge #the iceman #Mr Freezy x reader #dark fic #dark Robert pronge x reader #chris evans drabble #chris evans character masterlist #chris evans character x reader #chris evans character fanfiction #chris evans x female reader #chris evans characters

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teddyeyeseddie · 9 months

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!Welcome to The Cowboy Cult!

!Hi hello howdy !

★ My name is Sam and I am your resident cowboy lover and local sheriff. It's all about Eddie Munson and Steve Harrington round these parts, so saddle up and enjoy your ride on our local bull, Ajax!--->🐂

★ Ajax is a known roughrider so all participants must be 18 years or older to ride

★ You can take up all matters concerning our local bandits (STEVE AND EDDIE) with our town's wonderful deputy, @lofaewrites

★ Any and All complaints may be taken up with Ms. Phoenix (she’s 8 months old, she won’t understand you)

★Requests are: OPEN

MASTERLIST

The Cherrywood Motel

Rockstar!Eddie X Housekeeper!Reader

You knock several times on the door, no answer coming from the other side. You knock once more, just to be sure. Silence. You take out your key and begin opening the door when suddenly it swings open. On the opposite side of the door stands a tall, lean, beautiful man. He has inky black tattoos creeping up his arms, the dark contrast on the skin drawing your eyes to anywhere and everywhere on the man’s body. “It’s’ 10 o’clock, what do you want, sweets?” The man groans as he holds back the long brown hairs that have slipped from the bun resting atop his head.""

To Hell I Go

Bull Rider!Steve X Reader

""By the time he graduated highschool, Steve had sought out any and all adrenaline highs his small town had to offer. There weren’t enough cliffs for him to jump off of, there wasn’t a dirt bike that went fast enough, and there wasn't a horse that bucked hard enough to tame the fire that bloomed in Steve’s veins. He was 18 years old the first time he rode in his first rodeo. He lasted 6.6 seconds earning him a score of 46. He came in second, going home with a medal and a gift card to the town’s local steak house. Once he started, he was hooked. The high he felt when he rode couldn’t touch any other feeling in the world. ""

Dizzy On The Comedown

Steddie X Reader

""You must be Steve,” You counter with a small smile, he nods his head and leads you to the living room where you're met with another, pretty stranger. “Who is it babe?” the stranger asks Steve, who blushes at the pet name. “S’ possibly a new roommate, this is Y/N. Robin’s friend,” “Nice to meet you darlin’, m’ Eddie..” he says as he cracks the prettiest smile you have ever seen.""

Devil Horns & Mary Jane

Virgin!Eddie X Reader

""You’re a dork,” you say with a shrug, “I don’t think you’d survive in jail so I decided to spare you,” “Okay, ouch. I am not a dork,” Eddie defends, eyes trained forward as he walks with you. “What do you do in your free time?” “Play D&D, read, write music, watch horror films,” he states obviously. “See, dork,” you bump your hip with his, smiling as you do so. Eddie meets your smile with a frown, his eyebrow furrowing as he looks at you.""

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devildomwriter · 1 year

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What Have I Done?

.7K Words | GN!MC

Simeon walked the corridors in the dark of night towards the sound of a faint knock on the front door.

No one else was awake in Purgatory Hall, not even Solomon doing experiments. He’d gotten distracted writing, too distracted to notice how late it had become.

He worried at first it may be a demon up to no good, here to pick on the exchange students, but he was startled to open the door and find you.

You shook from the frigid air of the Devildom night, and the bright moon was blocked by clouds to make it worse.

“Hey, Simeon,” you rasped. Your throat was dry and your nose was red and leaking slightly, it was obvious to Simeon that you had been crying.

“MC, what brings you here so late at night?” He asked with a distressed look on his face as he ushered you inside where it was warm.

You stayed silent for a moment, unsure if Simeon was the right person to talk to but the kindness and worry in his eyes reassured you it was safe.

“I-I really just need to talk to you about something,” you admitted and he seemed to relax a little, glad to know you weren’t hurt and hadn’t been chased to his doorstep.

“Yes, of course,” he said and with his hand against your back guided you to the living room and handed you a blanket draped against the back of the couch for you to wrap yourself up in.

He turned to walk away, “I’ll go make us something,” he said but you grabbed the end of his cape to prevent him from leaving.

“No thank you, I just need to talk,” you said hurriedly, slight panic in your voice.

His brows furrowed in concern and he nodded and sat next to you. He took your hands in his and met your eyes, asking calmly “MC, tell me what’s happened.”

You bit your lip and looked down for a moment in guilt.

“I can tell you anything right?” You asked.

“Always, MC.” He smiled softly.

“And you won’t judge?”

He paused for a brief moment and shook his head, “I won’t. I promise.”

You let out a deep breath you didn’t know you’d been holding in all this time and without meeting his eyes confessed. “I’ve done something I think God will never forgive me for…”

His hands tightened around yours and he pulled you in closer to him as he shook his head.

“That’s not true MC, my father forgives all, no matter what it is you’ve done.”

He waited for your response and you asked somewhat coldly, “All? Even Lucifer and his brothers.”

Simeon froze, a dark look in his eyes—pained, even.

Slowly he answered “…he did. He did forgive them, but… there needed to be consequences, irreversible ones.”

You eyed him closely shocked by his response. You had honestly never thought for a moment they’d be forgiven. Simeon avoided your eyes as he stared into the distance.

“MC, they started a war, they killed our family…they wanted to commit patricide against the creator of all—the creator of them. I admit…it looks as though they were never forgiven…but I assure you even Lucifer was forgiven.” He sighed, having struggled to talk about the most painful memories in his life.

You hugged him, regretting bringing up the topic. He smiled and patted your head, running his fingers through your hair.

“Now what on earth could be bad enough that you’re comparing it to the celestial war?” He was no longer stressed to hear your answer, after all, if even Lucifer was forgiven for his attempted coup, then surely you, a sweet little lamb, would be forgiven too.

Your grip on his hand tightened and the fear showed in your eyes again, his expression sullied as he saw this and leaned in closer as you spoke very quietly.

“But even though they were forgiven… they’ll never go to heaven…” your voice trembled and he rubbed your back reassuringly.

“MC, please. Calm down, take a deep breath, and tell me what you’ve done.”

There was a long pause before you confessed to him in a shaking voice softer than a whisper.

“I’ve fallen in love with the devil’s son.”

#obey me shall we date #obey me drabble #obey me diavolo x reader #obey me simeon

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fandomwritingbit-main · 6 months

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King Dice collecting a debt

A/n: just found this on my old computer, it's a little something I wrote two years ago.

Warnings: violence, injury, debt collecting, gang ideology, threatening and aggressive behaviour.

Nothing could describe the fear that would run through people’s veins when King Dice banged on their door. His reputation really did precede him. The whole Isle knew of King Dice, so named because he ran the underground gambling scene sponsored by the Devil himself, his self-proclaimed comrade. In reality, it was more of a one-sided relationship, the Devil getting Dice to do him favours and collect his debts- with Dice more than happy to comply.

Regardless, when the well-dressed kingpin knocked on a door looking for the money someone owed him, it was bad news. Even if he started off with a jaunty showtune, whistled away as he rapped the door frame, even if he was in a good mood, even if they were a pretty little thing that he liked the look of: they were in for a terrible time.

They could try and hide, not answering. Praying that he’d assume they weren’t home and depart. But he could always tell that they were there.

“You know who it is: let me in.” His tone was oddly playful for a man who had come with the intention of beating the frighteners onto someone.

The knock would be brisk and stately, no doubt drawing the attention of neighbours, who would shut their curtains enough to not be seen, leaving only a small slit for viewing. Spying the gangster as he waited. There’d always be a lackey with him, but Dice preferred the more personal touch to debt collecting.

“I ain’t got time to mess ‘round.” They must have known that by hiding they were only making it worse, but still the fear prevented them from answering. If they let him in, perhaps he’d have had more respect for their... ‘cojones’, maybe go a little easier on them even. But they never did and so he didn’t need to uphold that end of the bargain.

Sooner or later, he grew impatient, and the distinctively nerve-wracking sound of a door being booted off its hinges alerted the homeowner that their plan had not worked in the slightest.

His hand smooths back his hair that had been displaced from the act of dislodging the front door and he cast a rather sinister smile at the figure cowering in the corner. At first this Cab Calloway look-alike may come across too dandy for this line of work, but beating, torturing and tax collecting were next to nature to him.

“If you’re playing the ‘I’m not home’ game, next time you may want to take your car off the drive.” He grinned, showing rows of immaculate teeth. “But if you have an intelligent bone in your body - there won’t be a next time.”

“Look, uh Mr Dice. I ain’t got your money, alright? But I will! Just give me two days, I can-” Whilst they pleaded, he walked fully inside the room, having a look at any trinkets, family photos dotted around, anything he could use to send his message.

“It is a lovely place you’ve got here. What a delightful clock.” His white-gloved hand took the piece of decor from the wall, turning it over and inspecting it. The owner gulped, watching the intruder hesitantly.

“Looks too expensive for you. Is it stolen?” He mocked.

The man’s eyes widened in fear as Dice approached. “It uh was a present- for the Mrs.” He said, following the object with his gaze. It was easily the nicest thing in this run-down property and Dice intended to use that.

Dice kept his hand on the clock against the wall, encasing the man for a few moments before letting out a hiss between his teeth. He looked him dead in the eye and the small pupils of the man pleased him.

“You’d think that someone with such a stunning timepiece would know that he was late with my fucking money.” He spoke harshly, his spit flying towards the owner, punctuating the syllables by gesturing with the clock.

Letting his face soften for a moment, a smile began to grace his lips as he shook his head, the man against the wall breathed out a sigh of semi-relief. It was cut short by a fearful intake of breath, when Dice suddenly smashed the object against the wall, mere centimetre from the man’s face. So close his ears were ringing.

He took the clock, turning it over to look at the face.

“Would you look at that. Its stopped. I’ll leave it here...” He brought his face very close to the man before saying the last part. “That way you can tell the coppers exactly when I arrived.”

The homeowner was about to speak but Dice put a finger to his lips indicating him to shut up.

“Let me guess: You ain’t gonna tell no one, huh? You’re gonna get me my money, right?” He smiled, nodding his head almost pityingly. “Yeah... no it's too fucking late for that.” King Dice stepped back and to the man’s horror began taking off his jacket. Then his waistcoat. Undressing down to his undershirt, hanging each expensive garment on the coat hook, like he owned the place.

“What are you...?” He asked, not even able to finish his sentence, as he just watched struck dumb.

“Oh, please excuse me. That jacket’s new.” He said with half a laugh at the man’s wince: at last, this fool was clocking on. Truth be told, it was part of Dice’s intimidation game and part practical, he certainly knew how hard it was to get blood out of suede. Not to mention a white shirt.

Not even 15 minutes later, Dice was walking out the door semi-dressed, with his jacket slung over his shoulder, humming a tune as always. He stopped next to the doorway, using a mirror there to check his reflection. Though his clothes were spared due to his intervention, there was blood splatter down the side of his face. Oh well, he thought, sends a message, don’t it? He checked his teeth, running his tongue over them before looking over a shoulder and shooting the man on the floor a smirk.

“Three days. You ain’t got what you owe then, I’ll come back. Only that time I'll stick around and wait for the family to come home.” The man just stared at him, knowing the threat was simply a promise. He didn’t have the agency to respond, just looked at him, through a black eye, mouth bleeding and his right arm cradled by the other.

“Might wanna get a doc to take a look at that.” He said with a mean laugh, sauntering out of where the front door was, leaving the fella to sort himself and the door out.

#cuphead #king dice #king dice x reader #king dice x you

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whimperforme · 1 year

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Hello! Please can I request an angst with Kit Walker x female reader inside Briarcliff? Tysm

The Promise

Kit Walker FF

warnings; angst, talk about death, briarcliff, near death, blood, discipline, manipulation, possible fluff?

author’s note: I loved this request, I just knew I couldn’t not write about this. I hope you like the little twist I added and.. enjoy :)

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Briarcliff Asylum.. it was a living hell hole. Getting thrown in here was more than likely my worst experience in this life time..

The idea of you’re ex fiancé putting you in a institution such as Briarcliff made you sick.

One wrong move and you’d immediately be sent to Sister Jude’s office, that’s a place you’d claw not to be..

Well.. that’s how we ended up here.

“Get you’re filthy hands off of me!” you scream out, begging for release.

Guards pushing you through the halls of Briarcliff, every lunatic person looking at you with through there cells.

“If you don’t stop fighting back princess, we’ll have to send you to Dr. Arden. See what he does with you.” One of the guards spoken.

Your reflexes making you spit in his face, instantly earning a echoing slap from the man holding you.

You had soon made it too Sister Jude’s office.. “That’s enough, boys!” The oh so familiar voice raised, Sister Jude..

A tear slipped down your cheek as you expected the upcoming discipline you’ll be receiving shortly..

“I.. I didn’t do anything, you’ve gotta believe me Sister Jude. I’m innocent I tell you.. Innocent.” You sobbed, feeling betrayed.

“Innocent? How can one like you be innocent.. you killed your fiancée’s mother for god sake, if you tell me.. that is pure evil. We are going to suck the devil out of you Y/n, weither you like it.. or not.” Sister Jude shrilled, making her way towards an unknown cupboard.

Opening the mysterious cupboard open, you eye at least eight wooden panel’s.. “Fuck..” you whine.

“Please..” Tear’s slipped down your cheeks.

“Get a hold of yourself, Y/n. You’re here because of your frightening sin’s. Bend over and lift you’re gown up.” Sister ordered as she picked up a panel, coming closer to you.

You obeyed, doing as the women said.. You bit my lip, waiting for a smack..

Smack

You squealed from the pain, stinging.. your eyes glued shut.

Smack

There’s another..

The pain only worsening as the smacks continue.

“You will be receiving 10 of these today, that should teach you a lesson. You disgust me.” Sister Jude spoken above the thuds and smacks she placed on your bottom.

Smack

You’re conscious becoming unfocused, the unbearable pain becoming one with you..

Numb to the feeling..

You’re mind tracing back to what your eyes caught before getting placed in a decreased pit such as Briarcliff.

Flashback

You had just finished a fresh load of your now mother laundry, on your way to hand them to her. Maybe even help her fold them, putting them away.

Making it to the top of the stairs, turning the corner to hear faint pants. Your face riddled with confusion.

Getting closer to her door, putting your ear to the wooded bedroom door.

You knock. “Mrs. Pridget? I have your clean laundry here.” I spoken softly, unsure what your fiancée’s mother may be doing.

No answer..

You knock one more.

..No answer.

“Alright then.. i’m coming in.” You open her bedroom door with your free hand, your body quivering at the sight you saw..

“Mrs. Pridget?!” You screamed in horror, seeing her laying on the floor with a knife stabbed into her neck.

Blood spilling out of the knifed wound. Your stomach churned.. Dropped the fresh laundry.

The pieces of fabric instantly became contaminated with the iron smelling blood of your fiancée’s mother.

Your mind racing as your body was frozen, unable to help her.

“Who.. who did this to you, mother?” You cried, slowly tracing to her.

“Ja…” Is all she told before drifting off into a permanent slumber. “Mrs. Pridget..!” You sobbed violently.

The next thing you knew there was two strong hand’s on you, leading you into a black car. Taking you away as your husband watched with a tight smirk on his face..

“Fuck you Jared.” You coldly whisper, still having his mothers crusted blood on your hands.

End Of Flashback

You had soon ended up in the ‘Common Room’.

Your eyes catching all the sickend patient’s, eyeing one another. You begin to find a seat in the rusted room.

Eyes meeting with a rather normal looking person, you suck it up and turn somewhere else. No one in here is normal.. apart from yourself.

Placing yourself on an old wooden stool, looking out the foggy, boarded window.

..Unknown that you had been crying, you wipe your stained cheek’s, imagining of all the other things you could be doing than sitting in a fucking asylum.

Zoning out for what felt like eternity, hearing a faint “Hey.”

You slightly jumped, spotting the man you had been greeted eye to eye before.

He had a small smile plastered on his bruised face. “Ma names Kit. Kit Walker.” He held his hand out for you to shake.

You declined his offer to shake his lonesome hand, not wanting to make contact with anyone.

“Y/n.. Pridget I guess.” Not quite ecstatic that that is your last name anymore.. not wanting it to be. That man, is disgusting.. your in here because of his crimes.

“Why so unsure?” He questioned, you couldn’t tell him. He’s a stranger for god sake.. Who knows what he could he in here for.

..You kept silent.

“It’s fine if you don’t wanna speak you know? You jus, don’t look like the type ov person to.. hurt someone.” Fiddling with my hands, short to reply.

“I’m not..” My voice soft, pure.

Kit nodded. “What are you in here for..?” You looked up at him, waiting for a reason.

“Me? Ehm.. People think i’m bloody face. Not that I am, I could neva do what he did to women..” His face mediant, twisting with disgust.

“Wait.. you’re bloody face?” My eyes flew wide and open. Horror striking me, he looks to innocent.

“I jus said I wasn’t..” Kit repeated his word’s..

“..Oh sorry, I.. I kind off stopped paying attention when you said bloody face.” You admitted, giving him an airy chuckle.

The conversation between the two fallen quiet, almost awkward.

“I.. my fiancé’s framed me. I.. was going upstairs to give his mother her fresh laundry. I heard what sounded like pants, I was a little cautious at first.. but I then thought nothing of it, I went in the room and.. saw her lying on the floor, barley alive. A singular knife stabbed into the shaft of her neck.” You confessed my story to the man stood before me.. you couldn’t say you trusted him, but what’s life here, hm?

Kit looked at you, his face filled with sorrow.

“I’m sorry, Y/n. He killed his own motha?” He asked, you nodded. Keeping your sobs trapped in..

“That ass hole, who in the right mind could possibly do that? You don’t deserve to be in here.”

“..Neither do you..” You looked up at him, his cut face. “I promise I’m gonna get you outa here, i’ll get us both outa here.” He blurted, placing his dust covered hand on yours. The first loveable contact you had gotten since being thrown in Briarcliff.

“I’m gonna keep you up to that offer, Walker.” You grinned.

“Trust me, I’ll help ya.” He innocently replied.

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You had now been in this rust piled, hell hole for almost two week’s now. The idea of getting out of here felt almost impossible, unrealistic.

“Fuck this place..” You whispered to yourself, wanting to scream the whole asylum down. You knew you couldn’t do that.. it’d only make you seem more ‘psychotic’.

..Clawing for escape. Kit and you had been yearning for freedom, had gotten no progress yet.

Lunatic’s everywhere, snitches fucking up any progress you had even gotten. A small trail, the slightest information.. They where all feeding Sister Jude with endless information that ANYONE had gotten.

You and Kit had been putten in separate cell’s, isolated from other’s..

“I can’t do this anymore.. I want to give up, this want is feeding into me. Itching into me.” You cry out in struggle, tears barley passing through your eyes from the lack of fluids they would give you here.

..They’d dehydrate you dry.

“Psst, Y/n.” You hear, thinking you where going honestly insane. You look up, seeing Kit. Thoughts flew, questioning how he had gotten from his cell.

“Kit..?” Your voice dry, scratchy.

“Y/n, don’t say those things.. you’re not givin’ up. I won’t let ya, not on my watch. I’ll get you out. I promise ya I would.” You bite the insides of your mouth, trailing closer to the cell door.

“How.. how are you out of your cell.” He immediately held up a set of keys, dangling them in my face. “You smart boy.” I smirk. “Let me out will ya?” He nodded, unlocking my isolation cell.

We make a pretty good team..

Pacing through the halls with our hand in one another, cautiously looking around every corner we came across.

You believed in Kit, he’d get you outa this loonie bin.. Just.. you didn’t know when. “We’ll escape tomorrow night.. when no one is expecting it.” He whispered in my ear.

I glared at him with confusion, why not now..? Why’d we have to wait. “They won’t be expecting us, it’ll be betta. Trust me Y/n.” You nodded, trusting his innocent soul.

Both of you making your way to the ‘Common Room’ . Kit began hiding the keys in your clothes, where they’d least be expecting them to be.

“Where have you two been?” A bulky guard had interviewed us.. “You know where we’ve been.” Kit roughly spoken, dragging you along to find a place to park ourselves.

You found a place to sit, unmixed from other’s. Our own space for us to talk about the plan.. “Well.. I held you up to that offer. Seems it’s coming true.” You gave him a bright smile.

“What did I tell ya? We’ll be outa this place in no time!.” He gave you a retrieving smile.

“I’m glad I met you, Kit Walker.”

“Same as you, Y/n..” You had slowly leaned in unsure of what you where doing, it was mostly the adrenaline of you knowing you where escaping this place tomorrow..

Your lips attached to his, syncing together with pure ease. Thanking him. Kit pulled away before anyone seen..

..The next night..

This was it.. you and Kit where getting out, you could finally be free. The feeling became stronger. The feeling of release, wanting out. You where ecstatic..

You two made it to the main door’s, making sure no one was there.. perfect, no one.

Kit started fiddling with the keys, hopelessly finding the correct one. Unlocking it..

You felt fresh air hit your skin, you had done it.. you’re free..

..Or so you thought.

“Where do you think you two are going?” You heard that infuriating voice come into reach. Sister Jude.. You then felt two strong hands grip your shoulders.

“Didn’t think you’d escape that easily.. did you?” Sister Jude smirked.

Well.. shit.

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bettinalevyisdetermined · 1 year

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Hi, you seem like a sane enough person on this lovely hellscape of a website to talk to, to convince me not to do the Tumblr equivalent of taking a shotgun to a hornet's nest...

For context; I'm bored, spiraling, a lil' unhinged and craving either violence or chaos, and having been on this site for years now, I know EXACTLY how to get it...

Also, please don't tell me "If you go knocking on enough doors looking for the devil, he may just answer", I know. I intend to grab that fucker by the throat and squeeze<3 ( =^w^=)/

Haha, well you seem like an... interesting person. 😅

#Bettina ask #gif reaction

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just-antithings · 9 months

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it’d be interesting if antis decided to be pro having a republican on the board of OTW just to own the pro shippers bc they are contrary fucks like that

erin I know this is a joke but just remember that if you go knocking on enough doors asking to see the devil eventually he may answer

😔😔😔😔

#mod erin #ask #mod shenanigans

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quietwingsinthesky · 10 months

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AO3 may be down but that doesn't stop the samifer train from rolling.

Here's an old wip that i finished up just now. probably not perfect given that it's currently midnight and im half asleep, BUT. it is sweet.

So uh. nothing worth more than a PG-13 rating here. contents include cuddling. so much cuddling. gentle kissing. praise. lucifer getting loved on a ton. but also this is all sort of framed in the context of a non-sexual soft CNC scene. (aka Lucifer tells Sam to stop/says no and is ignored. Safewords are pre-established, used, and respected later on though.) This is peak 'fic that appeals only to me' moments.

There are rules for a reason. Lucifer’s not supposed to mess with them when they’re hunting because the power imbalance here is already well and truly fucked, and Sam isn’t about to invite Lucifer to interfere where he shouldn’t. Although, maybe he should have been less focused on Lucifer hypothetically being too helpful and making their efforts obsolete and more on the fact that Lucifer can make himself into a nuisance when he really wants to. Between him showing up when they were talking to the survivors, and distracting Sam when he was trying to research, and what happened at the morgue (which he is not thinking about ever again,) he’s more than proven that he can be a pain in the ass.

And where Dean took it at face value that the devil was getting his kicks pissing them off, Sam’s not angry. He’s worried. Lucifer is, without a doubt, arrogant and difficult and petty, but he doesn’t act without reason. Sam takes a step back, breathes, looks at how he’s acting. Only then does he approach Lucifer with the knowledge in hand to take care of the problem.

Or, maybe more accurately, Lucifer comes to him. Sam’s in the shower when he hears something in the other room fall and shatter on the floor. He nearly slips when he snaps towards the noise. He’s barely gotten out of the shower when he hears it happen again. A third time as he’s pulling the bathroom door open, on edge and expecting a fight. All he gets is Lucifer sitting at the tiny table the motel provided them with, staring at a pile of glass on the floor. Sam’s about to ask what’s happening when Lucifer blinks, and the glass reforms on the table. Lucifer looks up at him. Makes eye contact.

He knocks the glass off the table again. It shatters.

Sam sighs.

“Clean that up,” he says. Lucifer looks at the shards on the ground.

“Why should I?” As though he hasn’t broken and remade the same glass three times now. Sam goes to his bag to start getting dressed. He feels uncomfortably damp, but he’s got the sneaking suspicion that if he leaves the room now to go get a towel, more things are going to start breaking. Things that are more valuable than a cup.

“Because if you don’t, I’m probably going to forget about it and step on a shard.” Sam has had glass pierce his skin more than enough times in his life, thanks. When he turns back after having pulled on his pants, there’s no more glass on the ground and Lucifer is frowning at nothing. He turns his gaze on Sam like it’s a challenge. Sam doesn’t falter. “Is there a reason you’re being a brat?” Lucifer doesn’t answer, only narrows his eyes. Sam shakes his head and tries to approach him.

“Are you going to punish me?” Lucifer says, glib and sharp, but the way he tenses when Sam comes closer betrays him. Sam can’t hurt him, except in the ways that matter. Lucifer waits for rejection like it’s a blade against the back of his neck. This is him goading Sam to swing.

“Yes,” Sam says, and the way Lucifer actually relaxes at that breaks his heart. It's as though one of these days, he thinks Sam will actually follow that up by trying to hurt him. Sam reaches out to touch him instead. Lucifer looks confused when that’s all he does, hand resting against the curve of Lucifer’s jaw, feeling stubble prick against his palm. Sam lets it stay there for a minute. Lucifer remains frozen under the touch. He will understand that this is how Sam will punish him. Sam strokes his cheek. “Come lay on the bed with me.” Lucifer tilts his head away from Sam’s hand, but Sam follows, pressing warmth into Lucifer’s chilly skin.

“What?” Lucifer asks.

“Come lay down,” Sam repeats, slower. If Lucifer feels condescended to, then tough, Sam has to be as clear as possible to get through to him.

“That isn’t a-”

“You don’t get to decide.” Sam withdraws his hand. For all that Lucifer was trying to lean away from it, he still looks miserable that Sam’s not touching him anymore. Sam turns and walks back to the bed. He always gets one big enough for Lucifer and him to share, now. (And Dean gets to have a whole room to himself. It’s a win-win.) For a minute after he lays down, he’s not sure Lucifer will follow him. He’s stuck sitting across the room, staring at Sam like he’s lost it. He stands slowly, unsure, and he stills again.

Sam pats the empty space next to him. Lucifer jerks forward like Sam just-

Yanked on his leash is not a thought Sam should be having about Lucifer right now.

He far more dressed than Sam is. The first step is getting him on the bed. The second is getting his coat and over-shirt off. His jeans have to go, too, and that leaves Lucifer half-naked and kneeling in front of Sam on the bed, fists clenched against his bare thighs. Sam reaches up and touches his face again. Lucifer’s confusion returns, though now there’s a touch more panic in his eyes. Sam holds back from shushing him like he’s a scared animal. Instead, he lets his hand slide back, under Lucifer’s ear, brushing the short hair at the bottom of his skull, and then holding firmly onto the back of his neck. When Sam pulls him down, Lucifer resists. Sam pulls him down anyway.

Sam keeps his hand on the back of Lucifer’s neck, firm and unbreakable. If he really wanted to leave, there’s no amount of force Sam could exert to stop him, but when Lucifer struggles, he doesn't make Sam's hand budge an inch. Eventually, he stops. He stays tense against Sam. Sam promised punishment, and punishment for Lucifer has only meant pain and isolation for a long time. This, Sam knows, will be much harder for him to bear and far more effective. Sam settles back.

I want to be kind to you. I want to be gentle. I know you can’t believe this because you don’t know what it looks like, but that’s all I want for you, forever, but Sam can’t say any of that. Lucifer will lash out at it as a lie or recoil from it as pity, and so this is the only way Sam can get him to accept it. They dress it up at a struggle and ignore how badly Lucifer wants to let him win. He lets the hand at Lucifer’s neck drift up through his hair and then back down again, one slow stroke. Lucifer doesn’t make a break for it, and so Sam does it again and again.

“Stop,” Lucifer says. Sam can barely hear him, even though there’s not an inch between them. He keeps petting Lucifer’s hair.

“It’s a punishment,” he says. “You don’t choose when it stops. I do.” Lucifer breathes. It’s unsteady. Sam keeps petting him. He drinks in Lucifer through every sense, feels the coolness of his skin under his palm as he smooths his hand a little further down to his spine, smells the overwhelming scent of magnolias mixed with something that leaves an aftertaste like pennies on the back of Sam’s tongue, hears the way Lucifer struggles to keep himself breathing slowly.

“Stop,” Lucifer begs a second time, even softer.

“No.” Lucifer shudders. Sam wraps his hand over the back of Lucifer’s neck again and squeezes. “You want me to forgive you for being frustrating all day, right?” Lucifer doesn’t answer, but his head is bowed, his forehead pressed to Sam’s shoulder. Sam shifts to move his leg before it cramps from the odd position he put it in, and he bumps Lucifer’s, dropping his hand down to Lucifer’s thigh to help him get comfortable. As he moves Lucifer, he feels the devil go limp like a ragdoll in Sam’s arms. He’s soothingly heavy. (Angels are dense, in more ways than one.) “This is how you earn that. Be good for me, Lucifer. Hold still while I touch you.”

Lucifer makes a strangled noise, muffled against Sam’s shoulder. It sounds like no.

He needs more if Sam is really set on breaking him down. Sam massages behind Lucifer’s shoulders as he turns his head to kiss him. They’re only soft butterfly kisses that Sam lands on his temples and the top of his head. Even that makes Lucifer squirm, reeling back against the barricade of Sam’s hand. Like it’s nothing, Sam’s touch stops an archangel in his tracks. Seeing Lucifer’s face lets Sam know how well this is working. He still looks confused, but he’s relaxed, eyes glassy. Some part of him knows to trust Sam. In return for that trust, Sam leans in and places kisses all over Lucifer’s face. His nose deserves a few, and so do his cheeks, and his eyebrows, and his forehead, and finally, his lips. Lucifer doesn’t have the time to kiss back with how quickly Sam leaves a smooch there and backs off to find a new spot for his next one.

“Good,” Sam praises between kisses, “good, so good...” and though it’s simple, it’s effective. Lucifer tries to escape from the praise, but he has nowhere to go and looking away only exposes more untouched spots for Sam to kiss. Sam trails kisses over Lucifer’s chin and jaw and down his neck.

“Sam, please.” Sam has fucked Lucifer harder than anyone else he’s ever been with. He’s pulled his hair, bitten him raw, bruised him black and blue until his vessel heals. He’s spanked Lucifer over his lap, and he’s tied him up, and he’s used every other trick in the book to make him behave. None of those punishments could make Lucifer sound like he does right now.

“I think you deserve more,” Sam says, merciless. Lucifer exhales, overwhelmed and as desperate for this onslaught of affection to end as he is to never be let go. Sam starts kissing him again, but he lingers on each kiss now and he varies up his praise, sprinkling in more and more specifics, like “You’re such a beautiful angel,” and “See how lovely you are when you’re not trying to pick a fight?” He kisses just next to Lucifer’s ear and whispers to him, “Next time you want attention, I expect you to say something and not start breaking things. Understand?” Lucifer swallows. “If it happens again, I’m going to punish you even worse next time. How would you like me to massage your wings and groom out all the messy feathers?”

“I’m sorry,” Lucifer says, and there’s a lilt to it, like he’s wondering if all it’ll take to get out of this is to admit his guilt. Sam doesn’t plan on letting up any time soon.

“Apology accepted. You still have to earn your forgiveness. We’re almost done.” Sam begins running his hands over Lucifer’s entire body, seeking vulnerability and since he knows exactly where to look, he finds it. Angels wear vessels strangely, connect to nerves in odd places more than others. Lucifer has patches of skin at his hip and his belly and the back of his calf that are more sensitive than anywhere else on his body, excluding right between his shoulderblades, which Sam is already using to make him melt in his arms. Lucifer isn’t trying to get away anymore (if Sam could even call it that with how little effort he put into it.) He’s shaking like he can’t help it, full-bodied tremors every time Sam grazes a sensitive spot, accompanied by gasps that rush Sam’s ears.

He wraps his arms around Lucifer in a hug and pulls him in tight.

He squeezes and squeezes. Lucifer makes little noises like he can’t stand it that slowly quiet as Sam’s body heat radiates into him, his soul drawing in Lucifer's grace. Sam feels himself calm down, too. Lucifer’s grace always has that effect on him. Sam savors it, and the way Lucifer finally gives in. This is exactly what he needed. “I love you,” Sam says. “I forgive you. You’re so good for me.”

Sam holds him for a few long minutes. This, plus what they’d done beforehand, was the longest Lucifer had ever gone.

So it doesn’t surprise Sam when Lucifer finally says, “Cage. Sam, cage, now.” Sam instantly releases Lucifer, no hand on the back of his neck, no arms around him, nothing keeping him still. He looks extremely overwhelmed as he falls back out of Sam’s lap, and for a moment, Sam thinks he’s taken it too far.

“Lucifer-” Without thinking, Sam reaches out a hand to touch Lucifer’s arm. Lucifer flinches, withdrawing his arm, and Sam makes a soothing noise. He doesn’t try to touch Lucifer again. That’s not the kind of comfort he needs right now. Sam gets off the bed, giving Lucifer a minute alone to reorient himself. He searches around in his packed bags for first, a blanket Sam bought for Lucifer, one he showed interest in because of the texture, and second, one of Sam’s shirts. It’s washed, but it still smells like him from being tossed in with the rest of his clothes. Sam offers them to Lucifer, and they’re taken gratefully. Lucifer wraps the blanket around himself, but he doesn’t put on the shirt. He holds it close to his chest instead. With that, Sam gives him space.

He just put Lucifer through a lot. He needs a minute to recover.

“The hug was a nice touch,” Lucifer says when he’s a little more put together, though Sam still doesn’t put a hand on him, wary of setting him off.

“It wasn’t too much?”

“No. It was nice, until-” Sam grins at being reassured that he did the right thing for Lucifer.

“Until it wasn’t?” he asks.

“Exactly.” Sam sits down on the bed near Lucifer. He still leaves a firm boundary of personal space between them. Touch will be overwhelming to him right now, but even having Sam’s soul too close, automatically trying to tangle up with Lucifer’s grace, might be too much. “You were right. I should have asked for it.”

“You’re forgiven,” Sam reemphasizes, and Lucifer hmphs. “If we’re trying to set more realistic standards for you to meet next time, than I’ll settle for you not disrupting a hunt. You can’t do that.” Lucifer pouts, clutches Sam’s shirt closer to his chest.

“I... will try not to. Next time.” Sam gets the urge to lean over and kiss him. He doesn’t, but he lets his gaze linger on Lucifer’s mouth and stores it away to do later, when Lucifer’s more open to touch.

“Good,” Sam says, “because I will do worse to you. I don’t make empty threats.”

“How terrible. You’re going to pet my wings if I misbehave.” Lucifer’s words are flippant, but his tone is a little more unsure.

“You can handle it,” Sam reassures. “If you can’t, one word and we stop, but I know that you can. Trust me.” Lucifer smiles.

“I do.” Sam’s already got plans spinning in his head for the next time Lucifer needs Sam to be gentle with him and can’t accept it. He’ll really get Lucifer squirming. Maybe Sam will even get him to beg for it to stop as his wings flex and beat and submit. All while knowing that if Lucifer wanted it to actually end, he’d safeword. There is something so intoxicating about having the devil under him, pleading for Sam to stop showing him how much he’s loved. Sam is never going to get over it.

It’s a good thing he doesn’t plan to stop loving Lucifer anytime soon, than.

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