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[icehockey!jungkook x figureskater!reader] [1.8k idiot fwb to lovers; mutual pining, TONS of smut, use of cock ring]

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"Jungkook, you can't be serious," you're limping around your home following the cause of your headache.

"I am," he deadpans. He pushes your throw pillows on one side of the couch and plops himself in it. "Back to your room, Y/N. Or do you need me to tuck you in?" he teases with a grin.

Tired from the day and your ankle still throbbing with pain, you huff and retreat to your room. You don't bother closing your door.

"You coming?" You call.

A second passes. Then another. He didn't fall asleep already, did he?

A thud is heard from your living room. Then, Jungkook appears in your doorway.

Shirtless. You gulp, trying not to salivate. He knows he looks good; he doesn't need the boost.

"You're insatiable," he chastises, but at the same time, he's walking closer to you. "But you need to rest, babe." His hands softly rub your head, then tuck a stray strand of hair behind your ear.

"It's not that. It's cold outside," you roll your eyes. "Can't have you getting sick, at least not until your game tomorrow. Your team needs their star player," you jest.

Jungkook only giggles, already claiming his side of your bed. The side that's always been his. Even before this whole friends-with-benefits thing, Jungkook always slept on the right side of your bed during sleepovers or when he needed to crash the night after a long practice.

You lived a bit closer to the rink—that was his excuse to the guys on his team when they teased him. Also, his mom agreed that it wasn't safe for him to be driving late at night, especially when he was already tired. Sure, she didn't know he slept in your room, but it was all 'platonic' then. The important thing was he was getting good rest. It really wasn't because of your warmth beside him in bed and that he found comfort in seeing you after an exhausting day that made him sleep better. Or so he thinks.

It's a tug-of-war when it comes to him admitting how he feels on certain moments.

"Hey, get your head out of the gutter, Jeon," you mimic his words earlier.

With a pout but round eyes filled with mischief, Jungkook retaliates with tickles. In a fit of laughter, you try to get him to stop, "Gguk.. my fo—ot."

"Oh, shit," he raises his hand to stop. "Sorry, babe."

Catching your breath, you throw him a glare, "You're lucky I can't tackle you." Jungkook responds with by nuzzling his head in your neck and littering pecks on your neck. "Go to sleep," he mumbles between kisses.

You let out a chortle, "You're the one wreaking havoc on my bed, Jeon."

He hums coyly in reply.

"Hey," you nudge his head on your shoulder,"Thank you."

Jungkook tilts his head and and kisses your lips. "Always," his voice soft, sleep slowly penetrating him. You let a minute pass until his breathing evens out, and then, slowly and very carefully, you press your lips to his forehead.

"Night, Gguk," you whispered.

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You were a morning person. And from the moment you wake up at 6 A.M, you follow your routine to a T.

The alarm goes off for the second time and the clock already reads 6:13 A.M. Your hands struggle to reach your phone on the bedside table and it doesn't help that Jungkook keeps pulling your body further down the bed. Your hips are pinned with his tattooed hands, back arched from pleasure, and legs dangle on the edge of the bed.

Kneeled at the foot of your bed, Jungkook pushes his face deeper between your thighs. His warm tongue switching between sucking and flicking your clit. The lewd sounds of wet pleasure and your breathless moans echoes around your room, drowning the blaring alarm.

You plead for more. You want more. You need more. More pleasure, more of Jungkook. So, you grab his head and push him towards your sex while you buck your hips. Jungkook only groans in response. You can feel your orgasm nearing, but right before you unravel, he pulls away.

"Fucking insatiable." Jungkook licks his lips, tongue catching every drop of you, "And I love it." He stands, his hard cock springing and leaking, then reaches for something in your bottom drawer. But before his hand could re-emerge from the box, you already know what to expect.

Both of your breathing picks up, eyes meeting each other. You were the first to break away. Your eyes traveling down to where his hands are—one shamelessly pumps his dick and the other holds a vibrating cock ring.

With your good foot, you push yourself back up to the bed. "Good girl," Jungkook smirks.

"You gonna stand there all day or are you going to fuck me?" You taunt.

"Nah, I plan to wreck you, babe."

Cock ring in place around his dick, Jungkook aligns himself to your cunt. He's only a tip in and you can already feel the vibrations. Jungkook feels good, too. His brows furrowed, mouth hang open and quiet moans spill.

Truly insatiable and impatient, you pull Jungkook by his arms, "Wreck me. I want all of you, Jungkook."

The sounds your mouth and pussy make and the smell of sex permeating the air intensifies the pleasure Jungkook feels. He would love to start every day like now—buried inside you, your pussy clenching and sucking him back in every time he pulls out. Your whines grow pitchier every second, and Jungkook knows you're close. But he wants to prolong this moment, despite his cock throbs with want to release. So, he plunges deep into your pussy and stills. The cock ring still vibrates around his cock and sits perfectly in line with your clit.

Tears gather at your eyes and while you're always pretty, this look you have when you're being fucked dumb has to be one of Jungkook's favorites.

"Wanna cum," you plead. You're at each other's mercy, but it's Jungkook who drives you to orgasm—coming undone and moaning in unison.

The moment passes, and you both hiss at sensitivity from the vibrating cock ring.

"Wear my jersey to tonight's game, yeah?"

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Loud sirens go off as the box opens, and the players run to the ice.

Your eyes are quick to scan the huddle, looking for the man with the 97 print on his jersey.

"Good afternoon, ladies and gentlemen," the announcer booms. "Welcome to the beginning of the hockey season. Now, Neil, who do you think will be our star player this season?"

"Easy question, Jack. I would place my bets on Jeon Jungkook. This kid is dubbed the golden maknae of their team and to outsiders."

You agree. Jungkook truly excels in everything he does. And while it may seem as if things come easy for him to strangers and mere acquaintances, no one sees the early mornings and long hours of work he put in to be the best.

"What a phenom. I've heard at least 3 NHL clubs would love to have him on their roster. Truly an incredible young athlete. And if you haven't seen him before, you're in for a real treat."

Goal after goal has been made within the past 50 minutes. On the ice, Jungkook glances at the bright scoreboard. It's neck and neck, and the crowd chaotically shouts. He hears their team name louder, he thinks. And he can't help but feel driven at the thought that one of those loud cheers of his name is from you in the stands.

"It's your shot, Jeon," his teammate shouts as they pass around the puck. Jungkook is terrible at multitasking, but as he dodges the opposing team trying to get the puck, he quickly peeks at the side of the bleachers where he knows you always sit. It's a brief moment, but he sees you—hair tied with green ribbons, their team color, and you're wearing his old jersey. He was right, too. You were screaming his name.

He smirks. Speeds up, and the rest happens in quick succession—Jungkook shifts his hockey stick to take the puck, glides it to the center, and makes a goal.

The cheers grow louder. Despite remaining seated among the jumping crowd, Jungkook was quick to find you again, and you made eye contact. He smiles and you blow him a kiss back.

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Still high on adrenaline, Jungkook slams his hips behind you. His sulky mood earlier from not being able to fuck you in the showers turned a 180 because he's reminded how much he prefers this view, anyway. His hands pull at your braid while you're fucking yourself back into him.

A strangled call of his name leaves your mouth. He doesn't like that you're holding back your moans. Slipping his cock out of you, he holds your leg delicately and flips you within the tight space of his car, knocking the breath out of you.

Above you, Jungkook's abs glisten with sweat, and his tip slick with your arousal and his. You sit up, wincing from the discomfort from your foot, and pull him for a kiss.

He loves it when you get this eager and hungry for a kiss. It has him fucked. Not only does it make him rock hard but it has his heart constricting, too. It doesn't help that no one else has made a mess of him like this. And he’s not just talking about the mind-numbing, toe-curling pleasure he gets every time you have sex.

Years ago, he thought he made peace with the fact that all you could ever be was best friends. But ever since your arrangement, his desire for you grew. He didn't even think it was possible, but here he is a year later. His arm clung to your waist, laying you on his backseat cushion. Jungkook continues to thrust into you. He picks up his pace, and his eyes are glued to your juggling tits before he bends over, pushing his cock deeper into you, and attaches his mouth to play with your right nipple.

As he always does each time you fuck, he makes sure your pleasure comes first. If he can't be outright with his feelings, Jungkook secretly hopes that the way he fucks you—putting you first and taking care of you during and after sex, conveys his feelings and intention. And with every kiss you pull him in for, the unspoken words at the tip of his tongue would smooth over yours.

He would never deny that the attraction towards you has always been there, but he's not shouting it from the mountains either.

At least, not yet.

Plus, he thinks that if you really wanted more from your no-strings-attached arrangement, you would have said so. And he isn't that stupid to be the one who will bring it up, all because his heart and his dick is in-sync. He'll wait it out, he decides. Whether it's for his feelings to subside or for you to feel the same and beat him to confessing, you've always been braver of the two of you, anyway.

He'll wait.

For now, he's willing to give parts of himself that you want to take.

Jungkook's fingers squeeze in between your bodies, and it reaches your clit. Two fingers aggressively rub the hood of your clit while his thumb softly flicks at the nub. In a matter of seconds, you squirt. And Jungkook can't wait to drive you home and do it all over again.

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Love in a Hopeless Place

Chapter 12

Hey! I'm so sorry that this chapter took a while! This week was a lot and smut takes a lot of energy for me to write because I care about the details and all. But now it is here! Also, I was gonna put a more cute/loving gif of Lucifer for for this one but then I saw this was and I couldn't stop laughing, so here we are. Enjoy~

Chapter 1|Chapter 2|Chapter 3|Chapter 4|Chapter 5|Chapter 6|Chapter 7|Chapter 8|Chapter 9|Chapter 10|Chapter 11|Chapter 12 (FINAL CHAPTER)

Lucifer x prostitute fem!reader Word Count: 5.3 k CW: Slowburn, Angst, Prostitution, Hurt/comfort, trauma, fluff, depression, anxiety, insecurity, kissing, SMUTTTT (penetration, oral, handjobs, sub/dom, sex toys)

By the end of the day, all your things had been moved over to the hotel. Lucifer had offered to put your things in his room, but you had asked for your own, both because you wanted to have your stuff separate for now... and part of you wanted a separate place to be if you after Lucifer ever had issues come up. You didn't anticipate it happening, but the anxiety that came with a new relationship, especially your first healthy one, left you needing some time to adjust. Lucifer, being the good man that he was, respected it, but not without a little pouting, but you reassured him that you would still be spending every night sleeping by his side.

By the end of the day, you were tired, and honestly, so was Lucifer. The physical and emotional toll of the day had caught up to the both of you and you went to bed early that night. Snuggling up in each other's arms.

The next morning, Lucifer woke up early, excited, with a plan for the day. Lucifer got up and got dressed for the day, gave you a swift kiss on the lips as you laid half awake in bed and whispered, "I have some things I need to do today, but see you later. Ok? You're booked out with me starting dinner time, got it?" You nodded sleepily. He kissed you again, deeper this time. "I love you, Duckie." And then he left to go pick up supplies for his plan with you later.

A little bit later, you finally woke up and laid in Lucifer's- Lucifer and YOUR's bed... that would take some while to get used to. You heard a faint sound of commotion down in the lobby. You decided to get up to see what all the commotion was about, throwing on a basic shirt and shorts. It had been forever since you had gotten to have a slow day and wear clothes that weren't required to make you look like a sex toy, the change was really nice.

You skip downstairs to come face to face with a couple of familiar faces... some of your friends from the brothel! Gemma, Natalie, and Katrina, had all come also wanting to move into the hotel and give redemption a try. They saw how Lucifer and the others had fought for you, and they wanted in on that kind of support, even if they were still going to work at the brothel. You hugs them all and cried happy tears.

"You, uhhh... wouldn't be willing to spare one more hug, would ya, Babydoll?" You turned around at the familiar voice to see Larry standing behind you.

"Larry!" you hugged him, "What are you doing here?"

"Well.." he said sheepishly, "Truthfully, I've been losing the heart to run that brothel over the last several decades... Although business is already up a lot since it got out the Lucifer used my place, haha! We will see what happens... I am still running it, but... I might not be trying to find any new girls is all. Learning about this hotel here... gave me something else to try out... if... you are ok with me being here... that is..."

You smiled at Larry and hugged him again, "Of course I am! Every sinner is welcome here! Just one thing though... my new boyfriend might not be too fond of you calling me Babydoll anymore."

Larry laughed, "Fair enough, wouldn't want to upset him, I already know what that looks like, yeeshh," he said playfully pulling at his collar, "How about just 'doll'?" You nodded with a laugh, "That should work". You helped Larry and the other girls move in most of the day. Luckily you were distracted enough that you did not see Lucifer pop in and out the the hotel several times with supplies.

Eventually it came dinner time and you went off to your own room, to shower and get dressed for the event with Lucifer that night. You walked into your room to find a beautiful black and red dress with matching shoes and a bag next to it with a note saying:

Got you a little something for our first official date, I hope you like it. Love, Luci <3

Your heart swelled, you had no idea how your life had ended up like this, but you were the happiest you had ever been. You sighed happily and went to take a quick shower, did your hair with simple makeup and put on the dress. It fit your dimensions perfectly, like scary perfectly, and had no tag.

Did he have this made for you? This was going to be a lottttt to get used to, you were dating a King. Oh my god, you were dating a King. No... you were dating Lucifer, he could have been a sinner just like anyone else and it wouldn't matter to you. He could fall to an even darker pit of Hell and you would follow him. This must have been how Lilith felt all those years ago. You finished getting ready and you heard a knock on your door at your usual time.

You went to go open the door and saw Lucifer standing in front of you, wearing a more simple suit that was still just as sexy as his normally outfit, but with more black and red details to match you. As you catch his view, he catches yours, and you both look at each other with jaws agape as you take in each other's beauty. Lucifer was so happy that the dress fit you, and in all. the. right. ways. He gave you a prideful smile.

"I'm glad I got the measurements correct," he said with a smirk.

"So it was custom made, how did you know my dimensions?" you smirked back at him.

Lucifer raked his eyes up and down your body, "I'm just... good with spacial awareness." He wiggled his eyebrows.

You chuckled and nodded with a cheeky smile, "Wow, I never thought such a nerdy sentence could sound so hot~" you purred.

Lucifer got a little flustered, "Oh shut up," he grabbed your hand and putted you into a deep kiss. You two stood in the kiss and embrace for a few minutes before Lucifer pulled away, breathing heavily.

"I don't want to get too ahead of myself, we have an itinerary to keep to" Lucifer says as he taps his cane on the floor. Before you can ask what he meant, he teleports the both of you to a secluded room with large windows that overlook the Pride Ring, music softly playing in the background, Swan Lake.

You looked at the view and smiled, "All this for me?" you ask.

"Oh this is just the beginning of our night, my love. And yes, you deserve this and much much more," he kissed both of your hands before taking you to your chair. You and Lucifer ate dinner together, spent hours listening to music, flirting, and eventually got up and started dancing together. This made Lucifer think about how things used to be with Lilith, but he could appreciate that it was different, it was with you.

He dips you and kisses you deeply, running his hands down your frame. His body had been aching for yours all day during the preparations for the night, but he knew he had to be patient just a little longer. We wanted so desperately to claim you, but also, to fill you with all the love and pleasure that he could muster. It was the least you deserved.

Lucifer pulls his head back to be able to look at you as you look up at him, his eyes full of love as he smiled down at you, "I love you my darling, and from this day on, I will make sure you never go a day in your life where you doubt that."

You felt tears well in your eyes, "I love you too, King of Hell, King of my heart. I will do everything in my power to be by your side and love you." You kiss him again as he ends the dip, standing you back upright.

"Are you ready for the rest of the evening?" He said with some flirty mischief in his eyes, wiggling his eyebrows again.

You tuck a strand of hair behind his ear, "Oh I am."

Lucifer tapped his cane and you both teleported back to the hotel, in front of your door. "I have one more outfit for you tonight, get changed and come to our room in ten minutes," he asked trying to hide the excitement in his eyes at his plans for you. You nodded.

Lucifer kisses you again, deeper than all of the others, barely able to keep himself from taking you right there in the hallway. He parts and walks back to the room he called both of yours. You smiled and watched him walk away before going into your room. On the bed was another new outfit, who had put that there while you were gone? It was Angel, Angel wanted to help

On your bed, was a simple but elegant robe, the type of robe you would find at a spa or something, and nothing else. What was he up to? Before putting on the robe you also put on a set of lingerie that you had gotten a while ago, just for him to see if he had ever wanted to have sex with you back when he was still paying for your time, but now he got to see it for free, and that made you even happier.

You slipped on the robe, and after ten minutes, you walked down to your shared room with Lucifer and knocked on the door. Lucifer called for you to come in, and you opened the door to the room filled with lit candles, rose petals on the floor, a table over on the side that had stuff on it covered in a cloth, and Lucifer standing near the side of the bed, also wearing a robe that matched yours, this hat and cane off to the side. All you were able to see was his chest exposed down to the V in the robe and his black arms up to his elbows and his black legs to to the knee where they started to transition to white.

You laughed as you walked into the room towards Lucifer, "What is all this?"

Lucifer looked you over, Hells he wanted to rip that robe off of you, "Well... I wanted this all to be special. I know I could just toss you on the bed and probably have my way with you but... I want this to feel different... I don't this to feel like just another job... I want it to feel like love."

His words left a pang in your heart, you got close and cupped his face "You don't have to do all of this for me to feel like that, everything about you makes this feel like love... frankly... I struggled most of the time to see you as just a client... after a while I hated that you were because I wanted for it all to be real."

"Just for both of us to find out it was real the whole time," he said as he nuzzled into your hand, "I love you, and I'm going to spend the reset of the night and every day after showing you just how much I do." Lucifer then pulled you into a deep kiss. Both of you start to explore each other's bodies with your hands a little before Lucifer stops you again.

"Hells, you make it so hard to stop, but I have a plan here," he clears his throat, he is already shaking a little out of excitement and nerves, "You have spent a lot time using your body for others and I want to make you feel good, so I was going to give to a message. Does that sound ok?"

You melted, hell he was sweet and really hot, how could he possibly get more hot? "That sounds amazing actually..."

Lucifer's eyes lit up, "Great! And then uhh... whenever we move on to other activities... I may have uhh... gone with Asmodeus to get like... a bunch of new toys! Hahah... we don't have to use them now, if you don't want to. I just wanted us to have options..." he said pointing over at the covered table on the side.

You looked over at the table and then back at him with lust and mischief filled eyes, tucking a hair behind his ear, "We should probably get the massage started before I start perusing those toys," you purred.

Lucifer's face turn red and his loins stir, he gulps hard as he walked you over to the bed. As you laid down, you looked at Lucifer as you slowly shrugged off your robe and tossed it to the side, leaving you in only your lingerie as you laid down on the bed with your back and ass to the sky. Lucifer raked his eyes across your body and gulped hard again, this is the first time he had seen you this exposed since the night you met, and the memories alone did not do you justice.

He jumped up on the bed beside you, swiping your hair away from your back and covering his hands in massage oil before starting to rub into your back, and beginning his goal of feeling every inch of your body with his hands. He started to work his way down your shoulders, neck, lower back, and it felt amazing for him to touch and for you to experience.

As he moved his hands around your curves, he looked for points of tension and pain, and used a little magic to help in aiding his hands in relaxing you and making your body feel good. His touch feels incredible to you, even without the magic, and you can't help but moan and sigh as he worked your muscles. The attention he gave your back alone was already enough to get you turned on, even though you already had been pretty turned of from all the kisses, but you felt yourself starting to get more wet.

Lucifer held back a moan as he hear you start to sigh at the pleasure of his hands on you. He loved that he was making you feel good, making you feel pleasure. He wanted to worship you, your body. Your body was the alter to the entity that he now wanted to worship for the rest of his life. He felt himself already start to get drunk off the feeling of your soft skin, your beautiful muscles and curves. His hands started to explore more down an arm, down to your hand, working at your palm and trailing kisses down from your shoulder to your wrist before moving to the other arm and repeating the process there before doing the same down each leg.

You continue to moan and sigh as he moved across your body. The massage felt so good but your pussy continued to ache for him, every time he got close to your entrance, you started to shake and moan more. This was not lost on Lucifer, he loved seeing you quiver beneath him, and he wanted to badly to just dive into you... but not quite... he needed to torture you a little more.

He quickly snapped the back of your lingerie top and before you had time to talk, he quickly flipped you over and got on top of you. He straddled you as he slowly undid the tie on the front of his robe and slipped it off of him, leaving him completely exposed above you. You were now able to see the entirely of his well sculpted body, chest, back, hips... and his cock that was already hard and erect for you. Hells it looked incredible, you just wanted it in... so many places... He gave you a long and passionate kiss, with some exchanging of saliva between your mouths, tongues exploring each other before he starts to work to massage to front of your body.

The touch on your front was much more sensual thought than it had been on your body. Lucifer slowly kissed down your neck, your collarbone, your chest, down to you breasts. Lucifer removed the lingerie top the rest of the way before massaging around your breasts, playing with your nipples, kissing and nipping around one, before putting his mouth on it and sucking on it. The nerves in your nipples felt like they were on fire and that each flick of his tongue made your loins start to throb as you groaned. You started to weave you finger though his blonde hair tugged at it a little. He took his time before moving over at repeating the process on your other nipple.

You felt like you were going crazy with lust at this point, you had never been so desperate for someone to enter inside of you. You opened your legs a little, hoping for him to take the hint to just dive in... to devour you.

Lucifer chuckled to himself as he felt your legs shift open, he decided it was time to start ending your torment. As he finished his attention on your second breast, he traced a hand down your stomach and down to your mound, moving the fabric of your thong out of the way before starting to tease your entrance.

You start to pant and groan louder, "Luci, baby please... Please touch me... put your fingers in me... I can't take it... Mmmm.... pleas-uhhH!!!!" You moan louder as he cuts you off mid-plea by sliding a finger into you, and starting to pump it in and out. He was now able to feel just how wet you were.

"Mmm, all of this wetness for me? With how much fucking you do, I wouldn't think you would be such a dripping mess for me, I'm so honored," he purred as he stared up at you from your chest, mischievous lust dancing across him face, burning in his eyes. Slowly, Lucifer added a second and then a third finger into your dripping hole as he continued to finger you and he continued to kiss and nip his way down your stomach and down your thighs. curling his fingers up into your G-spot making you cry out with pleasure.

As soon as his mouth reached your thighs, he removed his fingers, getting better access to bite and kiss his way up your thighs towards your dripping mound, he was pussy drunk just looking at your gorgeous entrance. He looked up into your eyes as be positioned his mouth just above your folds.

"Oh my love, every inch of you is the most exquisite and radiant treasure... are you ready for my tongue to ruin you?" Lucifer growled.

"Yes... Luci, yes please... ruin me... eat me..." you whispered.

Lucifer gave you a wicked smile, "Good... because I've been starving since the day I met you, and it's time for me to eat my fill." Lucifer then enclosed his mouth around your folds and starts to swipe his tongue up and down your entrance before plunging his tongue deep into you.

You let out a scream of pleasure as his tongue assaults your entrance, it was incredible and he had barely started. Every touch from him set your body on fire. You grabbed onto Lucifer's golden locks as he lapped at you with a vicious hunger, as if he had not eaten in eons and your juices were his only source of food. Your screams of pleasure made him rock hard and he started to grind his own crotch against the bed to alleviate some of the need.

Seeing this, you make the decision that you wanted to take a more active role in the pleasure. You figure out how to flip Lucifer on his back, which caught him my surprise, and then you crawled up onto him so that you were hoovering your pussy over his face and were able to get access to his dick.

Lucifer grinned wildly at the sight of your mound hoovering above him, and grabbed both of your thighs to encourage you down until his mouth locked onto your folds again and his tongue was about to gain access to the inside of you again.

At the same time, you reached down and grabbed his dick, which caused Lucifer to moan deeply beneath you. As you started to stroke him more, Lucifer moaned more, and started to thrust his hips up into your hand. You guys try to match each other's pace with each other's pace of licking and pumping.

Lucifer pulled out his favorite trick, which was elongating his tongue inside of you and snaking it around until he heard you sharply inhale, indicating that he had once again found the sensitive bundle of nerves inside of you. He locked in on that spot and gave it as much attention as he could muster, even though he was finding it a little harder to focus due to the incredible feeling of your gorgeous soft hands on his throbbing shaft.

You and Lucifer continued like this for a while, an symphony of moans and sighs building between the two of you until you couldn't take it anymore, you needed him inside of you.

"Luci... uhhh... baby I need you... Oh hells... I need to feel you inside of me.." You sighed. Without another thought, Lucifer moved his hands up to your stomach and pushed you back onto the bed. He flipped around and crawled up to you, giving you a deep and hungry kiss as he spread your legs apart, finally ripping off your thong completely and discarding to the side so that it would not be in the way anymore. You loved getting lost in the taste of your juices on his tongue.

He broke off for a moment, panting, readying himself, teasing his cock at your entrance. He looked up into your eyes, a fire raging of lust and love as he growled.

"I've wanted this since the moment I saw that gorgeous sinful body of yours, since the day that the divine powers made it so that you were the one that ended up at may door, above anyone else. And now here we are, you naked in my bed, begging to feel the blessings of my cock inside of you? Oh well then I will RUIN you like this every day for the rest of your life, you hear me? This is your eternal punishment now, in my bed, slobbering, drunk off of my cock. Now tell me, darling, tell me what it is you truly desire?!"

You cried out, "I want you to fuck me Lucifer Morningstar!"

And at that, Lucifer started to slide into your entrance. You both moan loudly as you make connection with each other. Lucifer could on contain himself as his wings started to unfold from his back as he railed you. He looked down to see your head thrown back and your eyes rolling, and again he could not contain himself as his demon form emerged. Horns sprouted from his temples, eyes red, claws sharp, and a sharp black tail twisted out from behind him and wrapped its way around one of your thighs.

You looked up to see the new view of his, his angelic an demonic combination of features were so beautiful and terrifying in the sexiest way possible. His hands glided and squeezed along your body, kissing your legs as he held them up. You felt yourself starting to unravel.

"Luci-, oohhh... baby... it's soooo goodd.... I... I'm gonnnaa..." you tried so hard to hold yourself together a little longer.

Lucifer looked down at you with red eyes and growled with a smirk, "Cum for me, baby... let me finally claim that pleasure of yours... I'm so close..."

At his encouragement and growl, you threw your head back and moaned loudly as you felt yourself completely unravel, cumming and contracting around his beautiful cock. As you scream and your walls tightened around Lucifer, he felt himself also come undone as he felt waves of pleasure take him over at he hit his climax, emptying himself into you.

Lucifer then collapsed and rolled over to you side to breathe, "That... was... amazing..." he gasped.

"Ya... it was... fuck..." you weren't ready to had your hands off of him. You pulled him close and started kissing and making out with him again. He rolled back into your embrace to kiss your lips. After a few minutes, hands started to trail around each other's bodies again and you both started to let kisses roam as your bodies grinded against each other. You guys were both ready for another round.

You took Lucifer's shaft back into your hand and you started to pump un and down on it, and it did not take long before it was rock hard again in your hands. You then flipped onto you hands and knees at you continued to stroke his cock, still glistening and wet from your juices. A bead of pre-cum started to form at the tip, which you swiped off with your tongue, causing Lucifer to let out a pitiful moan and grab onto your hair.

"Oh baby... please.." he begged. All of the dominance and power he had earlier was gone, leaving the submissive desperate man you remembered meeting the first night. This reminded you of your plan from that night, you eyes glittered with mischief.

You slid your mouth around the head of his mouth, swirling around the tip before taking as much for his dick into your mouth. Lucifer was already losing it at the tip, but when you dove deeper around him he let out a long pitiful moan.

"Fuccckkkkkkk babyyyyy... ahhhh!!!!" he cried. You continued to pump your mouth up and down his mouth, some times removing your mouth completely to lick up the side from base to tip, and taking his balls into your mouth before returned back to filling your mouth with his cock. After several minutes of this, you stopped and slipped you way off of the bed.

Lucifer looked at you confused and in a happy daze as you walked over the the covered table and removed the cloth. The table was filled with more toys than you had ever seen in your life. The options were limitless, but you were looking for one thing in particular. You scanned the table until you found that you were looking for.

You grabbed a strap on and held it up, and gave a sly smile over to your prey that was still a slobbering mess over on the bed. Lucifer's eyes lit up and he gave you a dazed nod. You then took the strap on and started to secure it to you before strutting back to the bed, letting the shaft sway from side to side.

Lucifer slipped off the bed and got in his knees in front of you, taking the plastic phallus in his mouth to kiss and suck on it as well as the surrounding skin of your hips. You enjoyed the view of Lucifer on his knees in front of you for a minute, before you reach down his hand to tip his face up and make him you up at you.

You smirked at his submissive gaze up at you, "Up. On the bed," you commanded.

Lucifer nodded and scrambled onto the bed on all fours, his back arched and and up and ready for you. You grabbed a small tube from the table before slowly making your way back to the edge of the bed, putting a dollop of lube on your fingers before starting to massage his entrance. He gawked and moaned in response, especially he you started to work a finger in, and then two. It had been forever since Lucifer had been pegged, and hell did he miss it. He loved being at someone else's command, not needing to think for a minute. It was pure bliss.

You then started to spread some lube around the plastic of the strap on tip and shaft, making sure there was enough as not to hurt him. You positioned yourself to tease his entrance while you reached forward and grabbed around his throat, pulling him back, and you whispered in his ear.

"Now... are you ready for me to take you back to Heaven, darling?" you growled in his ear.

"Y-yes... yes mommy," he whimpered before you let go of the grip on his neck and slowly eased yourself into him. Lucifer let out a long moan as you slid into him. He dropped back down to all fours, and as you started pumping, he matched your pace in response. He felt so full and high on the feeling of you inside of him. As he got used to it, you started to pump faster and faster, his moans getting louder and louder. You waved your fingers through his hair, griping it and pulling his head back as you railed him, the grip of his hair making him moan and cry even louder, tears of pleasure running down his cheeks. Lucifer reached down and started to stroke himself as you pounded him. You took his other arm and held it behind him, forcing his face with squish into the bedding, muffling his cries.

After a while, Lucifer couldn't take it anymore, "Baby...oh hells... I need... mmmm... I need to fuck you... I beg of you." It made you so wet to see him like this, to have this power over him and to be pleasuring him in this way.

You cocked your head to the side and stopped you momentum while inside of him, and you pull him back up so you could whisper in his ear, "What is the magic word, Luci?" you purred.

"Mmmm... ahhh... p-please?" she whined. You obliged, removing yourself and replacing him on the bed on all four. Lucifer made quick of work of getting you in the same position you had just had him in, but with both hands behind your back as he quickly entered you and began pounding you again, screaming and moaning. You were sure the whole hotel could hear you, but you guys didn't care. It didn't take long until you both were reaching climax again and came at the same time before falling on the bed again in an exhausted heap.

Once he caught his breath, Lucifer pulled you in close, to cuddle against your naked body. Your bodies felt like magic against each other. He wanted to do nothing else other than hold you the rest of the night, you guys had the rest of time to try out the rest of the toys. He found your hand and laced his fingers in with your as he looked in your eyes. All you saw in each other's eyes was love and joy.

"y/n, I love you so much. Now and forever."

"I love you too, Lucifer."

You pulled Lucifer into another passionate kiss.

As you drifted off you sleep in Lucifer's arms, you whispered "I'm so happy we found each other, found love... in a hopeless place."

THE END

(unless?)

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Thank you all so much for the love I have gotten for this story! This is beyond anything I ever thought I would see from this and I am so happy. Some people are interested in a 2-5 years later chapter, would anyone be interested in that? This would be a chapter 13 that I would probably be posted in a few weeks. Let me know in the comments. Also! I will be starting my next Luci x Reader story in a few days, "Talk to Me", which will focus on a Fallen Angel Reader. Let me know if you want tagged in Chapter 1 of that! xoxo, dany ❤️

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[yelenasdog]

vibrant, saccharine, his ☼ (fwb!mat barzal x fwb!fem reader) 

genre: filthy smut, fluff, angst with happy ending

summary: pretending is getting harder, for both of them. and after a hard roadie, mat’s not sure if he wants to pretend anymore.

words: 8.7k (WOAH)

warnings: cursing, excessive use of parentheses, friends with benefits arrangement, smut, unprotected piv, oral (f and m receiving), fingering, blood (reader bit lip too hard oops!), pet names (baby, sweetheart, pretty boy), reader is described as having sisters and a dog, food mention, idiots to lovers, misunderstood situation, reader uses she/her pronouns, and i think that’s it.

a/n: when i started this, i originally was just writing a blurb and then it turned into a full ass fic with a plot?? and fwb??? idk man, im nervy to post this since ive never published for nhlers before but oh whale! and ty to @eminems-skittles for reading this for me and checking it over 🤍 love u

“You played so good, baby.” She breathed, welcoming him home with open arms.

“Not good enough, apparently.” He responded, letting her fingers card through his raven locks. Soft, freshly cut. She loved when he grew it out, but yet again it was him, so anything worked.

She sighed, letting her thumb fall to his cheekbone, knowing what he was referring to. It had been the last stop of the road trip, he’d had a hatty and despite making it to OT, it wasn’t enough in the shootout.

He’d had to wait an entire flight and car ride afterwards to see her, only giving her a brief text when he got off the ice (“We lost. Had a hatty. Fucking Toronto.”) (like she hadn’t stayed up to watch the game) and another when he landed.

And after so long of whatever the two of them had going on, she’d known better than to try to send him some long and winded attempt at a pick me up message. She settled for just responding “I’ll be here.” She didn’t need to say it though, he knew she’d be there.

She always was.

To anyone else it would’ve been sad, how she waited up for him, late nights spent lonely with just her and her dog, as he jetted around North America. In her mind, he was no doubt giving himself away to whatever random puck bunny threw herself his way.

Despite this, she was loyal, even though she had her suspicions about what he did when they were apart. And frankly, it wasn’t a part of the “deal” that they had to be exclusive, and it was none of her business. But truthfully, after so long, she couldn’t count on some washed up juniors player to give her even a fraction of the satisfaction he had.

So, she did this whole routine, whatever this was. She stayed up late watching his games, sitting on her couch in his sweatshirt he left. She wouldn’t admit it out loud, but whenever she wore it, she liked to pretend.

Pretend that she was an obedient girlfriend wearing her loving boyfriends sweater. That as she sat curled up waiting on the corner of the beat up black sofa, 3 coffees in at approximately 1:37 am, she would be rewarded for her efforts come morning time.

That her and said loving boyfriend would lounge around together in bed (after he woke her up in the best way he knew how, showing her how grateful he was. Like I said, she loved when his hair was long enough to tug on, and even though she endlessly made fun of his patchy stubble, she couldn’t deny how delicious it felt burning between her thighs. Especially after they’d spent so long apart.) Then they’d go and grab late brunch, holding hands under the table as they sipped mimosas, which were Mat’s guilty pleasure only her and the waiter knew about, before heading home.

Maybe then they’d FaceTime his mom back in Coquitlam, an early riser with the 3 hour time difference. Mat had felt bad interrupting her morning routine, but she’d never pass up an opportunity to talk to her boy and the girl who she hoped was her future daughter in law.

After they got off the phone, she’d tell him how much she loved his mom, how her cheeks hurt from smiling so much. He’d tuck a strand of hair behind her ear, watching as she leaned into his touch.

“Missed you, Mat.” She’d say, closing her eyes.

“I missed you more.” He’d respond, his voice nearly a whisper. Her eyes would flutter open, and he’d recognize the look in them immediately. He felt his blood rush, and suddenly their proximity, which he’d never get used to, was very obvious.

“Oh yeah?” She asked. “I doubt that.”

He swallowed, his tongue darting out to wet his bottom lip. Her eyes hungrily swept over them, wanting nothing more than to lean forward and capture them with her own.

But patience is a virtue, she supposed.

“Want me to prove it, pretty boy?”

Words failed him, and all he could do was nod. He relaxed into the sofa, watching as she dropped to her knees in front of him. Her hands were on either thigh as he fought the urge to lay his tired head back onto the beat up pleather behind him. It had been too long, he thought. And he’d be damned if he was going to miss out on seeing her do what he’d only imagined in the shower, or over the phone for the past 16 days.

She reached her hands up from the muscle of his thigh up to his tummy, her cold hands shocking him as she reached under his sweatshirt- the same one she’d been wearing before.

Her hands drifted, down, down, down, to the waistband of those damn Lululemon shorts she’d got him for Christmas. He held his breath, watching as they danced around where he needed her most and then-

The doorknob turns, and she’s brought back to reality. Sleep had almost claimed her, iced coffee left abandoned on the coffee table, a ring of condensation already drying on the glass. She attempts to smooth out her hair, hoping that her brief almost-nap hadn’t left her too disheveled.

Not that he’d care.

She stood to greet him as he opened the door, hockey bag, and garment bag, and duffle bag, and backpack, and- God, did he really need all that- and suitcase, dropped unceremoniously as he entered the threshold. He kicked the huge bag to the side, and it landed right under where her keys and her leash for her old mutt, Warrior, hung from the wall.

Above the leash hung a picture of her and her sisters, with her running shoes on the floor beneath it for easy access. They were nearly squished by the gear, and if it had been anyone else’s shit crushing her 160 dollar sneakers, she’d be angry. But the sight of his bag near her shoes was so weirdly domestic, she could’ve cried.

She, yet again, was snapped out of her fantasy by the closing of the heavy door, watching as the man in front of her shuffled forward, immediately allowing himself to be held by her. His head fell to her shoulder, and rather than the usual clash of teeth and shoving to get to her room, (they never went to never his place after a roadie. He needed to be away from the constant reminders of it all for awhile, just to be surrounded by her) she simply dropped a chaste kiss to his temple, letting her arm drop from his hair to his broad shoulders, squeezing once, twice, three times, on either one.

He stood up, and she led him to her room, though he knew the way well enough. Her hand in his felt nice, comforting, even, and he wasn’t going to complain. In the beginning of the arrangement the two of them had, touches like that had been normal. But as time went on, the barely there brushes and gentle caresses stopped all together.

He wanted to say something, wanted to ask her what was wrong, if it was something he did. But when he was off the ice, Mathew Barzal was not a man who liked to push his luck. So he didn’t. He let the touches slip away, and took what he could get from her.

Which right now, was toeing off his shoes, and crawling onto the plush comforter of her bed. It smelled like that sparkly ”fairy dust” shit from Lush he saw sitting on her bathroom counter once, cotton candy and bubblegum infiltrating his senses. That, and her favorite floral perfume he was all too familiar with on her pillow. A combination of scents he usually would find too much, sickly-sweet. But it was her, and that alone made it the most soothing aroma he’d ever known.

Initially when he’d gotten off the ice, the adrenaline had been pumping, and his anger had been rampant. All he’d wanted was to get home to her, have his way with her. To have an outcome he could control.

He’d kept himself relatively calm in the locker room, not having any outbursts towards Ilya, or anyone for that matter. If any of the guys had noticed he was uncharacteristically quiet, they didn’t say anything.

That is, until the bus ride to the airport.

He had been typing out his text to her, (Hatty, lost in OT, Toronto, you know the one), when he had felt a pair of peering eyes. Sitting in the back of the bus, he’d thought he’d done well to avoid such glances, but apparently not.

“Y’know, you shouldn’t be sulking so much.” A certain French-Canadian spoke, the brunette man’s tired eyes lingering over Mat’s hunched over form.

If there was one thing he didn’t need right now, it was more pep talks from Tito. He’d had more than his fill in the locker room. And though he loved the guy, he didn’t need to be told again how he “did everything right” and had a ”killer game”.

Because he knows, and that’s partly why he’s so mad.

Partly. As the other part is the fact that he wants more than anything to come back to NY to her arms. He was exhausted at this point, and rather than having his way with her, he now just wanted to be welcomed home into those ridiculously cozy sheets. He wanted her to light up all those overpriced candles she loved so much from Bath and Bodyworks, and for Warrior to snuggle up by him, stinky dog breath be damned. He wanted her to turn on ”Miracle” in the back as white noise, and laugh as she repeated all the lines from memory. (He may be Canadian, but he can appreciate a heart warming story told by Kurt Russell when he sees one.)

More than anything, though, he wanted her. And not just for an hour or two before he inevitably dragged himself out of those silky sheets that felt heavenly on his back, leaving her sleeping beside him. She looked peaceful in those moments, and he often wondered what she dreamt of. If she was dreaming of him as he did of her.

Bottom line was, Mathew was the victim of a series of unfortunate events. And the man to his left could recognize that it wasn’t just the hockey that was bothering him. (Though, that whole situation did suck pretty bad, he’d admit.)

So when Anthony told him he shouldn’t be sulking, he flashed him a tight lipped smile and a nod, before looking out the window at the Toronto sunset. The oranges and pinks were stunning, and more than anything their vibrancy reminded him of her. The smile she’d give him in her post-orgasm glow, or of the orange blossom on the bottle of perfume on her vanity. Beauvillier’s gaze never faltered, though, recognizing the deep train of thought his close friend was experiencing.

The screen of his phone had begun to darken, the draft of his message just barely visible. Tito’s eyes quickly shifted from the screen and back up to Barzy, opening his mouth and pausing momentarily.

“Who’re you texting?”

Mat quickly turned off the device, the “click” sounding out in the quiet bus cabin, most of the Islanders players catching some shut eye or watching that new Game of Thrones spin off.

Personally, Mat didn’t get the appeal.

“Nobody, just… a friend I’m visiting tonight when we get back.”

Anthony’s eyebrows went up, making a face of understanding as he slowly nodded three times.

“A friend, huh?”

Mathew nods, taking his bottom lip between his teeth and letting it go. “Yup.” He adds softly for good measure, popping the p.

“You visiting a friend after a game like that, this late, hm?” Another pause. ”Must be an important friend.”

“Yeah.” His voice is soft again, compassion coming across his features and he thinks of her again.

“Well“, Anthony starts, popping in his earbuds and opening his phone to his Music app. “I’d say whatever’s going on with this friend seems worth talking to her about.”

Mat‘s head snaps up, and he scoffs, shaking his head.

“I didn’t say that it was a she-“

“You didn’t have to, buddy.” Tito winks in the most annoyingly-Tito way, and chuckles to himself. He then lays his head back onto the navy material behind him. Mat “hmph”s to himself, doing the same. He turns his phone back on again, going to the chat between the two of them. The still blinking cursor seems like it’s mocking him as he runs a hand over his face, hitting send.

If there’s gonna be any deep, emotional shit, it can wait until he’s not 2500 miles away.

7 hours later when he finally crashes through her front door, he swears the relief he feels mixed with the sense of dread it all might be over in an hour, gives him whiplash. But nonetheless, she welcomes him in, and she feels like home.

Warrior watches from the couch, his tail lazily wagging as he observes his owner greeting the man who occasionally slips him bacon from his Starbucks sandwich. His old man (old dog?) body doesn’t find the arrival of the hockey player worthy of leaving his nest on the sofa, as to him that’s all Mathew Barzal is. The bringer of bacon.

To Warrior’s owner, though, he was so much more.

The trek to the bedroom felt like it took an eternity, and as he laid on her bed, he couldn’t help but wonder if it would be a bad idea to push his luck for once. Risk ending it all to gain everything.

She laid down next to him, and he shifted, going from laying with his arms crossed under his head, to one next to her head, the other keeping him stable from his position on top of her.

Her hand crept up to push an unruly lock out of his eyes, and she leaned forward, and he met her halfway. They paused briefly, taking each other in after so long, before finally closing to distance.

He tasted warm, like cinnamon and something she couldn’t place, and she wondered if at the airport he’d gotten one of those pretzels she knew he liked so much. To compliment his psychopath reminiscent black coffee, of course.

His hand went from where it had been cradling her face down to rest on her hip. The soft touch elicited a whimper, and at that he pulled away, resting his forehead against hers.

She recognized that something was off, swimming around in that pretty little head of his. A small frown etched its way onto her face, and she lifted his chin up so he had no choice but to look at her.

“What’s wrong, Mat?”

He took in a shaky breath, looking over to his left, where the TV was on some random wallpaper, a sunset, he realizes. He scoffs, looking back at her.

“Can you just- can we- can I- fuck.” He mutters, slowly falling down so his body weight is nearly on top of her.

“Can you just… hold me?”

She swears she’s never heard him sound so broken.

“Yeah, baby, ’course. C’mere.” She replies softly, allowing him to fully rest on her. It was a miracle that he didn’t fully break down right there, at the feeling of her fingertips dancing over his skin, under his pushed up shirt. His nose was cold against her neck as he dragged it up against her to come to her cheek, pressing a kiss there. His eyes never opened, afraid that if they did, it would all just be another elaborate fantasy he’d created to pass the time.

“Is this a good idea?” Came her voice, cutting through the silence.

He sniffles. “What do you mean?”

“This. Us.” She says, not able to meet his gaze where he’s lifted his head.

“We’re going to get hurt. More than we already have.”

Oh. Oh, fuck this was happening right now. Mat sat up, feeling like a scared teenage boy. Damn you and the way you read people, Beauvillier. Maybe this would’ve been easier from 2500 miles away.

“We don’t have to.”

“What other option do we have?” She said, sounding defeated, like she already knows her answer and she doesn’t like it. “I-I can’t keep doing this no strings attached shit. Not when you do this. Not when you come here all beat up like some sad puppy.”

“I’m sorry,” he said. And he was.

“Don’t be. I should’ve known this would happen.” Her voice was soft, her eyes distant.

“That what would happen?” He questioned. She looked at him like he had two heads.

“That you’d leave, Mat. That this whole pretending bullshit wouldn’t be enough for me.”

He leaned forward again, catching her off guard.

“I’m not leaving you. I’d never leave you.”

She looked away briefly, mentally cursing herself for being so emotional as tears began to well up in her eyes. He fell to her side, forcing her to meet his gaze.

“Do you really want this?” She asked, the tears rolling down her face illuminated a hue of pink from the salt lamp on the bedside table. Mathew reached out a hand, dragging his thumb over the droplet. He hated that she was crying, but fuck, she sure looked pretty while doing it.

His answer came without thought, he’d done enough of that on his way over.

“Yes. I want you in every way, if you’ll have me.”

A small smile came onto the corners of her face, and she nodded, shortly at first, but more exaggerated as they started laughing, a small “yeah?” escaping from Mathew. She responded with the same, and he took that as his sign to reach forward, closing the distance between them.

And like all the times before, they fell into their routine, her hands going down to his hips, lifting the gray material of his shirt over his head. He returned the favor, the two of them moving in sync as she lifted her hips and he gently slid off her shorts. He ran his palms along her bare thighs and she shivered at the feeling, a reaction that didn’t go unnoticed by Mathew.

“I missed you, y/n.” He admitted, running a hand through his, now, unruly hair.

Another vibrant smile came across her face, easing whatever nerves Mat had left over from his confession.

“I missed you more, Mathew.”

He shook his head, dipping down to leave sloppy kisses on her neck. Taken aback, she let a shaky breath escape. He pulled back, satisfied with the response he’d pulled from her.

“Not possible.”

In a moment of boldness (and a slight hope to allow a fantasy to come to life) she challenged him.

“Prove it, then.”

His eyes darkened, then, and he surged forward. Her remaining clothes, which was just his sweatshirt and a flimsy cami, were gone in an instant. She was left in just a pair of black undies, Mat nearly cumming on the spot at the sight, like he’s some horny teenager. His apparel soon joined the growing pile on the floor, as she made a remark about how it wasn’t fair he was still so covered.

She shamelessly raked over his naked form, save for the black boxers, with his firm muscles, sore from the roadie, prominent as ever. She might’ve been drooling, she wasn’t sure. He smirked, the effect he had on her not lost to him.

The two began to kiss again, and there was no other way to describe it other than that it just felt right.

Mathew wasted no time, allowing his hand to trail down and cup her clothed heat, his thumb passing over her clit and past her entrance with a feather light touch. She shivered, her hips lifting up to chase the brief sensation. He pulled her panties to the side, teasing her entrance with his middle finger.

It was immediately covered in her slick, as was the black fabric he’d moved aside. It made him groan just from the sensation alone, making her chuckle at his behavior. Her laugh soon was cut off as he sunk the finger in, giving her no time to adjust, not that she needed it with how ready she was for it, before adding another.

His palm just barely grazed her begging clit as he pumped in and out slowly. And as she continued to lift her hips trying to feel him deeper, push his hand closer to her clit, she fully expected him to push her down and put her in her place.

But this whole thing was about showing him how much he missed her, how much he appreciated her. To show her that he was staying. And him staying meant that he’d have plenty of chances in the future to be an insufferable tease, but right now wasn’t one of those times.

“Matty, please-“ it was more of a breathy whine, not intelligible to an untrained ear. But thankfully for her, that wasn’t Mat.

“You want more, baby?” He questioned, knowing the answer. She nodded, hair splayed around her like a halo on the pillow. She was still illuminated from the TV screen and the salt lamp, making her look like an angel of sorts, not of this world.

“Look at me then, sweetheart. Wanna see that I’m makin’ you feel good.”

Her eyes that met his were glazed over and doe like, and it melted Mat’s insides at just one look. He did his best to push down the mushy feeling that arose, before realizing he didn’t have to anymore. He could feel as sickeningly in love as he wanted, no consequences.

“You’re so beautiful, baby. So needy, fuckin’ perfect girl.” He remarked, adding in a third finger. She let out a borderline pornographic cry, and Mat picked up his pace. His gaze only faltered from her face, contorting in pleasure, back to where he was pumping in and out of her, unable to resist the urge to watch in amazement.

Though her legs were flailing, going from propped up to sliding down and spread, rustling the comforter, she somehow had enough mind to reach a hand down. She attempted to run tight circles around her clit, but not before her hand was pinned to her side by the center above her,

“No, baby. Lemme.”

His range of motion was wider and his thrusts harder as he curled his fingers to perfectly hit that spot inside her that made her see stars, fully trailing his hand over her sex. He repeated the action again, and again, and again- and fuck, she didn’t know how long she’d go on like this but she never wanted the feeling to stop.

He felt her tighten around him, and he picked up his pace, knowing she was almost there.

“Mat!” she managed to get out between strangled moans and panting breaths. He leaned down, kissing below her ear on the one spot he knew drives her crazy. She was halfway thinking, well, less than halfway with her state at the moment, that he would cruelly pull his hand away as she reached her peak. So she clamped her thighs together in an attempt to trap him, subconsciously more than not.

It didn’t stop him from grinding his palm against her like he had been, leaning down to capture her lips with his in a searing kiss.

Everything at once was just so much, the obscene sounds coming from both their mouths and her wet heat, the feeling of Mathew’s bare skin on top of her, the feeling of warmth radiating from his body, and oh my God, after so long it’s fucking finally happening-

He felt as her chest seized and she pulled away from the kiss, her head slamming back before falling to the side. She cried out, her orgasm hitting her like nothing had before.

He found her lips in the chaos beneath him, his hand parting her thighs as she went lax, lazily pumping in and out as she rode out her high. Her slick coated the inside of her thighs, and Mat pulled away momentarily and she whined, like the little brat she was allowing herself to be.

He only smirked, leaning down to kiss on her collarbone, letting his tongue sweep over the seemingly shimmering expanse of skin before him. He moved further down, savoring the taste of her, how it felt to be so close to her. No guards up, no shields, no screening involved.

She moved her ring clad hands to run fingers through his locks, that fucking smile coming across her face. He looked up from where his hands were holding either side of her waist, his fingers digging into the soft flesh just enough to not make it hurt, but to say “I’m here. I’m not leaving.” His chin rested above her bellybutton, and he felt suddenly seen, bashful almost. He continued his trail down in a half assed attempt to hide his face, her breath hitching when he made it to her mound.

Her breath barely returned to her as he skipped over where she thought he was headed, instead opting to take her right leg over his shoulder, moving down the expanse of it to her ankle. He brought his eyes to meet hers, and a tender hand ran up and down the distance of it. He kissed the inside of her ankle, making his way up to the skin where her thigh met her already aching sex.

He lightly nudged his nose against the area, before attaching his lips. He started sucking on the skin there, licking her clean. Satisfied, he moved to the other side, beginning his good work.

“Mat,” she broke her silence, her voice splintered and low, “don’t tease. Please.”

He raised his eyebrows, seemingly in jest.

“I think we’re a little far gone from teasing, eh?” He asked, and truthfully, one mind blowing orgasm later, they were.

She chuckled, rolling her eyes. “Yeah, yeah. Whatever hotshot.”

“New nickname?” He questioned. “I like it.” He huffed, returning to his place between her legs. “But I fucking love this pussy, baby.”

And with that, he dove in. He immediately groaned at what he had found. (Which, obviously, caused her to tug at that perfect head of hair, eliciting another groan.)

If possible, she had become even wetter with the mix of his spit and her nectarine juices. It dripped down his chin, and he wanted to stay there forever. He’d found solace there, he thought. No Maple Leafs, no Tito, no hatty that meant jackshit in the end.

Just her and her consummate being. Vibrant, saccharine. His.

He wasn’t sure how long he spent drawing her closer and closer to the edge, but somewhere between repeated chants of praises and whatnot, he’d slipped.

“Fucking love this cunt, fucking love you-“

He hadn’t realized what he said, and if he had, he didn’t seem to care. But his words alone were enough to rip an unassuming orgasm from her. She didn’t allow herself long enough to think about if he meant to say it or not, or even to ride out the aftershocks rolling through her nerves. She grabbed him by the shoulders, forcing him away from her glistening cunt and up to where she connected their lips.

A small sound of surprise, not reluctance, escaped from where they were joined. Her hands came to cradle either side of his face, and Mat thinks that he might’ve cried from the tender action. He wasn’t sure, but he wasn’t going to ask. Hey, it’d been a long day.

“You mean it?”

He realized what he had said, then, eyes wide and somehow his face even more flushed than before. He considered lying, like when Tito had asked who he was texting and he’d said a friend.

But where would that leave him, he wondered?

“Yeah.”

“Yeah, I did.” He added after a beat of silence.

And in those few moments nothing had seemed scarier.

Not when he was 18, getting skipped over by teams in the draft, and that voice in the back of his head had told him that, somehow, everyone had collectively decided to skip Mathew Barzal. Not when he was 19 playing in his first game for the Isles, having to follow up Auston Matthews first NHL game where he had four goals. Four. Fuck.

No, all that was topped by this. By the same fear he’d had earlier when he’d been on the bus, or when he’d arrived at her apartment.

But all of that fear was dissolved in a second after her laugh sounded out in the small bedroom, her eyes crinkling at the edges. She pulled him down towards her, and the sound of her laughter pulled a radiant smile from the hockey player that he felt like hadn’t seen the light of day in a long time.

She rolled over on top of his chest, leaning forward and throwing her arms around his neck. His chain was glinting, now, in the light she had previously been bathed in, and it caught her eye as it rested against his milky complexion.

“You looooove me.” She regarded in a sing-song voice, and Mat rolled his eyes despite the smile growing on his face. She leaned down, and Mathew’s grip on her bare hips tightened, all too aware of the wet spot left on his stomach from her leaking sex.

She mirrored his previous movements down his chiseled body, a regular Adonis in his own right. She left open mouthed kisses, the wet patches from them adding to the thin sheen that covered his body. She made her way down to his boxers, the obvious tent making her stifle a laugh. He caught it though, of course, and rolled his eyes for what seemed like the millionth time.

“Laugh it up, babe. Laugh at my misery.” He commented, to which she only shook her head.

“Patience is a virtue, Mathew.”

“You’re one to talk.”

Well, he had a point there.

So rather than talk, she decided she’d put her mouth to good use. She pulled down his boxers at a painstakingly slow rate, watching as his cock slapped up against his stomach. Her mouth watered at the sight, the tip red and weeping, begging to be attended to. He kicked off the boxers, paying no mind to how they slipped onto the floor, forgotten. She didn’t either, as she was sure he had to have some extra in one of his gazillion bags sitting in her entry way.

Her nails scratched down his stomach, angry red lines puffing up and decorating around the expanse of his skin. They were accompanied by freckles and marks and scars that she could have mapped together with her eyes closed. She knew Mathew like the back of her hand. And with that, came knowing how to make him come undone in her hands.

She started leaving small kisses at the base of his shaft, before swiping the bead of precum from his head down to the rest of him. She pumped her hand a few times, and Mathew let out a strangled moan. She thought he couldn’t get any louder, feeling bad for her neighbors at whatever hour in the night it was, but she was quickly proven wrong.

She licked a long stripe from the bottom to his tip, before taking as much of him into her mouth as she could. She bobbed her head a few times, jacking off whatever she couldn’t fit with her hands. She hollowed her cheeks, and the rise and fall of Mathew’s chest quickened. The sound he let out was animalistic, and it sent another wave of arousal through her body. She moaned involuntarily, and the feeling caused Mathew to buck his hips.

“You’re doing so good, baby. ‘M not gonna last with you going at me- shit- like that.”

He brought a large hand down to the side of her face, lightly stroking her cheek. It was a moment of wholesomeness that reminded them what they were now, what he had said.

Mat could tell she was tired, her pace decreasing. The look in her eyes never changed, though. And as he went to speak to tell her it was okay, and she didn’t have to (and because since it had been so long, he was scared he’d bust his load if she wasn’t careful), she pulled off.

A string of saliva followed, and the sight looked like a thumbnail of a shitty porno. Her eyes were droopy and glazed over, and Mat’s hypothesis was proven correct.

“It’s okay, sweetheart. You don’t have to finish. Let me take care of you.” He repeated his sentiment from earlier. She only shook her head, continuing to jack him off with her hand. Oh. He thought. That’s not what I was expecting.

“S’okay, Matty. Wanna make you feel good.”

She ran her thumb over his tip again, her glassy and swollen bottom lip hanging ajar as she concentrated. The moans he was letting slip free could only be described as pathetic, the 190 pound hockey player putty in her hands.

“I’m gonna cum if you don’t, God, baby, shit! I-If you don’t stop.”

And then she pulled her hand off, and he let out a quick breath at the momentary relief, if that was even the right word. But it was short lived, and she managed to hoist herself up, dragging her folds along his cock, before stabilizing herself with hands on his chest. He slid inside of her, and the sounds they both let out echoed off her walls.

She started moving, and then it was “You’re fuckin’ amazing, you know that? So fuckin’ amazing. My girl, my perfect girl.” He rambled, the events of just that day alone scrambling his mind trying to keep up. Similarly to how she felt earlier, everything was just too much for the poor man. She felt like Heaven around him, and he watched in awe from below her as she moved, enamored by the woman he loves.

As she became more and more tired, her movement slowed, reduced to her grinding herself down on his cock. Mat was barely hanging on, trying to make it last as long as possible. He could tell she was close too, as she squeezed him like a vice, and put her energy into picking up her pace.

“Fuck, Matty. Feels s’good. Love you- shit! I love you so much, baby.” She told him, her eyes closed and her face screwed up as she chased her high. But something snapped in Mathew at her confession, and with a quick “fuck” under his breath, he flipped the two of them without ever leaving her.

He was relentless.

He slammed in and out, and at the sudden change in position and pace, she was blindsided. She thrashed around him, her hands everywhere at once. Her hair, his hair, grasping at his shoulders, scratching down his back. She settled for his biceps, as his hands were planted. One on the right side of her head, the other gripping her hip bone so hard, she was sure it’d bruise.

“It’s only ever been you, baby. I promise you.”

“Shit, Mat!” She cried, tears forming in the corners of her eyes. She loosely draped her legs around his middle, allowing him to reach new depths within her. He was fucking her senseless, and they fucking loved it.

“It’ll only ever be you. I love you. Fuck, I love you so much, Y/n.” His hair hung in his eyes as he fought to keep them open. He shook it out of his eyes, wanting to see her as she came in all her glory.

“Love you, Mat. So much, baby. You have no idea.”

His pelvis snapped harder against her, just barely reaching up and grazing her clit in the most exquisite way. The rope in her stomach began to tighten for the third time that night, so close to breaking she could almost taste it.

Actually, she could taste it, she realized. She had been biting down so hard on her bottom lip she could taste the metallic tang on her tongue, and fuck, it was all the more delectable.

“Mat!” It was another exclamation, followed by more babbles. “‘S too much, Matty, can’t do it.” Her voice was small, and despite the nature of the statement, Mat felt his heart flutter.

He shook his head. “Yes, you can, baby. I know you’re tired, but you can do it, Y/n. You’ve got another one in you sweetheart, pull through for me. I’ve got you.”

And never one to disappoint, especially not her Mathew, she did.

She came, and she came hard. But it wasn’t dramatic the way you’d think it’d be, at least not outwardly. Her breathing stopped, her toes curled, and her nails dug into the skin on Barzy’s arms. It wasn’t accompanied by a loud scream, or a drawn out, high pitched moan. It was a breath of relief that left her when she came, her head falling to the side and her eyes closing. A quiet moan of Mat’s name, and she was clamping down on him.

The sweet way his name fell off her tongue, mixed with how she was so damn tight around him as she came, and he was done for. It triggered his own orgasm, and he felt the same feeling of peace wash over him that she had as he spilled into her. He fucked her through it, soft thrusts calming whatever aftershocks they both were experiencing. She had gone limp under him, her eyes opening as she gave him the sweetest smile he’d ever seen.

He stayed in her, lowering himself onto his side, then maneuvering them so she was laying on him. They were a cliché and they knew it, but they couldn’t seem to care. A few moments passed in comfortable silence, before it was broken by Mathew’s scratchy post-sex voice. Swoon.

“So,” he started. She raised a brow, wondering where he was going with this.

“You looooove me, too, then?” He mimicked her tone from earlier, and they broke out in a fit of laughter as she slapped his arm and rolled her eyes.

“Yeah, yeah. I guess you’re alright.” She feigned annoyance, propping herself up on her right arm as she faced the man she loved. Mat scoffed, blowing a strand of hair from his forehead. “Just alright? You’re crazy, lady.”

“But you love me.”

Not a beat passed before “I do.”

She smiled softly, lifting up a hand to run a finger along his jaw. He caught it with his own, never breaking eye contact as he kissed her palm. Again, swoon.

“I know.” She responded, wanting to stay in that moment forever. But, she knew that if she stayed where she was too long, she’d more than likely fall asleep in record time. So, she pressed a chaste kiss to the corner of his mouth, which he turned to catch before she could go, pulling her back for a “real” kiss at his protest.

A petulant child, that’s what he is.

She pressed one more to his lips for good measure, before pulling himself off of him. They both let out disgruntled sounds at the sudden losses, and it took all her energy to sit up on the edge of her bed. She felt a strong jaw on her shoulder, and she leaned into it.

“Where you goin’? Leaving me all alone isn’t very nice.” She could hear the frown in his voice, and even though she knew he was joking, it tugged on her heartstrings that little bit.

“Gotta pee.” She said, standing up and walking towards the connecting bathroom. “Sorry baby, no UTIs for me.”

The frown stayed cemented on his face.

“You should be grateful,” she threw over her shoulder, shutting the door. “No UTIs, more fucking, yeah?”

He chuckled at her bluntness, deciding to go and get her some water and maybe a snack. Shit, he didn’t know. What was he supposed to do? Usually when they fucked before, her or Mat would be out the door as soon as possible, still trying to ward off those pesky feelings. But now, he was allowed to feel said pesky feelings, and he’d be damned if he fucked it up.

So, snack. And water? Yeah, water, for sure. He was hungry and thirsty, why wouldn’t she be. He had no idea the way around her kitchen, nor how to, er, actually make anything, so this would be rough. But, first, a pit stop.

He would have walked butt-ass naked into her kitchen, really, but then he remembered Warrior was out there and he didn’t have a need to traumatize that dog any further than he already was.

(It was one time, okay? He didn’t know she had a dog, he’d been asleep on his bed by the TV when they’d gotten to her place. And at the time, Mat was too preoccupied to notice.)

He looked around on the floor for the offending clothing item, slightly grossed out when he did finally find them. It was only for a minute, tops, is what he told himself, as he pulled on the boxers from earlier in the night.

He tiptoed, for literally no apparent reason, through the dark apartment until he found the bag he was looking for. He grabbed what he needed from it, struggling with the zipper while trying to close it, before giving up. On his way back to her room, he gave Warrior a nod and smile, and he swore the mutt gave one back. Okay, actually, on second thought, he remembered the clock on her microwave saying it was 3:18 AM, so, maybe he didn’t.

It was late and he just had the best sex of his life with the woman he loves. Give him a break. So what if he’s delusional and thinks he can communicate with dogs? At least he’s pretty.

When he gets to her room, he pulls on the newer, clean, pair of boxers, setting the other pair he grabbed from his bag on the bed for her when she got out of the bathroom, along with an Islanders shirt that he’d secretly always wanted to see her in. Too soon? Maybe. But after so long yearning for everything domestic and wholesome and good that he was convinced he didn’t deserve with her, he was indulging a little bit. So sue him.

His next stop, snacks. And water, can’t forget the water.

The water was easy enough, he got lucky. He grabbed her “emotional support cup” as she’d called it before when she thought he wasn’t listening, and went over to the fridge. He got a few ice cubes and put them in, and then went over to her Brita. He stood there, pressing down on the little lever, watching the steady stream of water into the cup. It was almost laughable, how he stood there in the dead silence, concentrating so hard. He was determined not to somehow do something wrong, even though it was just pouring a cup of water. Cute.

He checked the pantry once the cup was full, with the lid safely screwed on top. The rustling about caught the attention of Warrior, who hopped down from where he’d been on the couch, moseying on over.

Mat, who still was slightly wary of Warrior, despite the fact the dog would cause him no harm, shook his head at the mutt.

“Sorry, buddy. I don’t have anything for you.”

He turned his head and gave him puppy dog eyes, pulling out all the stops. Mat sighed, looking back to the pantry. He saw a box of Milkbones, and looked back to Warrior, who was egging him on. (They’re telepathically connected, remember?)

He reached in the box, pulling one out, and tossing it down. Warrior gratefully accepted, taking his treat and waltzing off to his bed to chow down. Mat looked in the pantry, going to close the box, when he sees it, his saving grace.

White bread, hallelujah.

He can do toast. Mathew Barzal is a totally capable 25 year old man who can make toast. So, he takes the bag, going over to the toaster. And-

One look at all those fancy buttons, and he’s tapped out.

Okay, it’s okay, he can remember seeing a vending machine on his way into her apartment. Yeah, he remembers her telling him about having to sign off on some HOA form for it, even though she was just renting. Apparently, her landlord hadn’t signed, which made it her job. Whatever, that’s irrelevant.

He figured that there wouldn’t be anybody out in her hallway at 3:23 AM, so he grabbed his coat with his wallet, shrugging it on over his bare back. His slides were somewhere in his hockey bag and the last thing he wanted to do was stink up her whole place by opening that Pandora’s box. So, barefoot it is.

He does his best to sneak out the apartment, leaving the door ajar as he makes the short walk to the vending machine, grateful his search was over. He let out a long sigh as he stood, wondering what to get her.

For himself he decided on a bag of cool ranch Doritos, and a bag of those tiny cookies. For her, he racked every corner of his brain for potential options, before realizing how long he’s taking, and how long he’d been gone. So, not wanting to waste any more time, he elected for one of everything.

He punched in the numbers and paid, attempting to grab them from the machine. Trying to pick up the few that had fallen, he leaned down. His attention was called elsewhere by the ”click!” of a door a few units down. His head snapped to the source of the sound.

“You’ve got to be shitting me.” He muttered under his breath upon what he saw.

A man probably not much older than himself, suitcase and backpack in tow, donned in, you guessed it, a New York Islanders hoodie a lá number 13.

The man had yet to notice the star player down the hall from him, and Mat was considering just making a run for Y/n’s place. But either way, he would have to go past the man, or the man would have to go past Mat to get to the elevator. Maybe he’d take the stairs? He hoped. Shit, who was he kidding, he’s not taking the stairs.

Starting his walk over, the unnamed Islanders fan lifted his head, stopping in his tracks. His jaw dropped, and if it wasn’t purely because of being in the presence of Mat Barzal, he had a hunch what it was.

Said hunch, was that it was due to the fact Mat Barzal was standing in front of him, in an apartment complex definitely not boujee enough for him to be living in, at 3:25 in the morning, naked, except for boxers and some fancy trench coat, holding several bags of snacks.

Mat would’ve laughed at the guys face, but he thought he wasn’t quite in the position to do so.

“Hey, man. How’s it going?” And a stupid bro nod, was all Mathew could manage.

-

While he was facing that debacle, Y/n was having one of her own.

After she’d gone to the bathroom, she decided to try to do her nighttime routine, too. She put on her robe from where it had been hanging in her bathroom, beginning her little routine.

When she emerged 10 minutes later, Mat was nowhere to be seen.

His bags were still by the door, albeit one of them hastily thrown open. Was he leaving and had gotten some clothes and an Uber? Did he have last minute regrets? The door to her place was left open, and an overwhelming sadness began to take over her system. As the tears began to well up, she looked over to Warrior, only to notice him chewing on… a milkbone? How the hell did he get a milkbone?

She sniffled, wiping her sleeve under her nose. She sat down on her couch, looking at where her iced coffee from earlier was still sitting, ¾ of the way empty. The tears started to flow freely again after that, and she stood up, deciding that she should at least shut the door. She didn’t need to deal with a robbery, too.

As she stood and turned, she was met with a very discombobulated and very underdressed Mat trying to shove his way through the door.

“Have a good flight, man. Enjoy Miami!” Mat called over his shoulder to what sounded like her neighbor Gian, based off of the “Thanks bro, good luck this season!” she heard back.

She slapped a hand over her mouth, trying to not bust out laughing at the sight in front of her. Hearing her snickering, he looked up gesturing to the bags in his arms.

“Hungry?” He asked, the smile on his face falling when he saw the red around her eyes. He dropped all the snacks on the couch to his right, making his way over to where she stood.

“Hey, hey, why’re you crying? What’s wrong sweetheart?” He questioned, and his sincerity made her smile widely.

“Nah, I’m all good, don’t worry about it. Just thought you’d left, that’s all…” A pause. “But I see now that you just had a case of munchies, apparently.”

He wrapped his arms around her shoulders pulling her towards his chest. His chin rested on her head, and she closed her eyes, inhaling his scent.

“No, baby. God, no, I’m not leaving. I just wanted to do this whole thing right, and I thought you might be hungry, and I tried to make toast- your toaster is really complex by the way,”

She pulled away from him as he rambled, her smile reaching her eyes.

“And I filled your water and set out clothes for you and I really did try, baby. I didn’t mean to fuck anything up, really.”

She giggled again, taking hold of the shoulders of his jacket, shrugging it off. She folded it over the back of a barstool, then turned back towards Mat.

“And Gian?”

“Oh yeah, he’s cool. Ran into him in the hallway and introduced myself. Going to visit some family in Miami.”

She raised an eyebrow, nodding her head in understanding. She stepped closer, wrapping her arms around his middle.

“So, am I gonna have to compete with him for your attention now whenever you come over?”

He reciprocated the action, one hand coming up to rest on her chin.

“I mean, he’s gonna be gone for two weeks, but after that…” he shrugged, trailing off. She hummed, and he smiled at her, leaning forward. He searched her eyes for any remaining upset, unable to find any, before he pressed his lips to hers. It was sweet and gentle, with not a hint of rush or fervor.

When they pulled apart, she was smiling again. Her hands found their way back to his neck.

“And baby, you’re amazing. You didn’t fuck up anything at all, I promise.”

“Promise?”

“Promise.” She whispered, leaning in again to connect their lips. She let her tongue sweep over his bottom lip, biting down just barely before pulling away. She pushed down the sleeves of her robe just a bit, exposing her shoulders. Y/n took his hand, and started walking backwards, letting it slowly slip out of hers as she did.

“Come on, hotshot. Come to bed. Snacks will still be there in the morning.”

She smiled again briefly, before walking towards her room, the robe slipping down as she went. Mat stood watching her in total awe, glued in place, until he was knocked out of his trance.

“Hurry up! And lock the door, too, please!”

He had never obliged to anything quicker in his life.

(And as for the snacks, they were not still there in the morning, thanks to a certain mutt who managed to rip open all the packets on the couch. The next morning was spent at the vet, who had told them Warrior would be fine, just fat. The vet had only said this, though, after Mat had consoled a crying Y/n, who was under the impression he was going to be poisoned.

The rest of the day after that? Making up for lost time.)

FIN.

YO idk if that was good or not i kind of feel like i imagined writing the entire thing and it was a fever dream. but. anyway! if you liked it, be sure to reblog <3 thank u i love u! go eat some protein and drink some water. 

xx, hj

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Midnight Serenade

Donnie x reader fic

I really tacky like this concept so I wanted to write about it, so basically you and donnie go on a date. I still new to writing so pls be nice, hope you enjoy <3.

It’s late winter early spring as you’re getting ready for your date, last nights flurry left some snow on your ground so it’s best to bundle up a bit. As you were putting on your shoes, you hear a knocking on the window, “Come in!” your window slides open and a turtle boy whereinga shit ton of purpel crawls in after he threw in a picnic basket.

“I was scared i was gonna be late, but i see you’re not even done yet”

“Scoff! I’m putting on my shoes so i basically am done, what happened to mr. attention to detail?”

“Heyyy i thought you hated ot when i said scoff!?”

“I have no recollection of that conversation,” he rolled his eye at your comment as he sits down on your bed. You get up to go get the drinks from your kitchen. “Common lets go.”

The two of you take a train to Clark st, then walk over to the brooklyn bridge. The two of you trot along the bridge and you’re excited to see where donnie is taking you.

“We’re here,”

“...Donnie we’re still on the bridge.”

“Exactly. You’re good at balancing on polls right?”

You face went white when he said that. You look at the belts of the bridge then you look back at donnie nodding. Your soul sinks in your stomach and the look on your face has donnie rolling around on the groud, kicking and screaming, “I’m just kidding hun.” his hover bike thing pulls up and your melanin instantly comes back.

“If you pull that shit with me again I will hop on your ass like super mario and beat you with your already shitty shell!” donnie went agaps, jaw on the groud, hand on his chest.

“Damn, I didn’t know it would scare you that much?” he laughs off his nevers as the two of you get on his bike. The two of you hop of when you get to the top of one of the tower things inbetween the belts, the city lights illuminating everything around you so you can see perfectly. As you are admiring everything around you donnie starts to set up the picnic blanket, “Wow i didn’t know you’d like it here this much.”

“What do you mean? This is so cool, you act as if you come here regularly.” he looks up at you with a smile, “... you come here regularly don’t you?”

“It’s our new favorite hangout spot, and much more discrete then rooftops.”

"Theres a really busy street right below us. what's the difference?" You sit down across from donnie on the picnic blanket and you help him take everything out of the basket,

"The difference, most people aren't looking up when they're driving. And why would they take their eyes off the busy rode?"

"Mabey they have a death wish?"

"Mabey."

You pull of the heart shaped plates and glasses out of the bag and start to gush over them, “Don’t you just LOVE these cups i got you!?”

“Yeah, i love that, including the heart shaped wicker basket, and pillows, and chocolates… I know that sounds like sarcasm, but i do love it.” as the two of you continue to unpack you see your favorite cookies, and cupcakes.

“Donnie! You didn’t!”

“Why do you sound so surprised like i dont do this all the time?”

“Its because you remembered!”

“It’s hard to forget our favorite things when we always talk about them. Every time we’re hanging out one of us just starts ranting as the other is working.”

“I love that for us, and because of that I know just how much you ACTUALLY like Atomic Lass… that and i check you search history.”

“And I yours… I shoudln’t have done that.”

“I warned you. Anyone who got quezy durring the saltburn bath tub scene, couldn’t handle whats on my laptop.” you laugh a little remebering the first time the two of you watched that, he left the room multiple times.

When the two of you were done setting up you just started talking, about whatever came to your mind. LMK, jupiter jim, the boondocks, anything you guys liked, “oh do you remember when we watched violet evergarden together for the first time?”

“Ofcourse you started crying when the episode about the littel girl came on.”

“Which one?”

“The one with the mom the wrote a bunch of letters for you daughter before she died.”

“That one was soo sad! But it was really sweet, that is what i call motherly love”

“You cry for the dumbest things hun,” he starts laughing at you but you laugh with him, “You wont cry for sad movies whatsoever but the second you relate to a character you start bawling. As far as i'm aware you mother is still alive.”

“It’s not about the dead mother! Its aboutt he dedication to her child!'' Donnie just listened to you rambling on about it, your voice is basically white noise. The amount of times he’s fallen asleep just by being around you is countless, the ease you put him at is unmatched. “and that just pulled all my heart strings!”

As the night went on the two of you purely enjoyed eachothers company, and the sweets donnie brought. As the two of you talked a sertain song came on,

But when the morning comes

We'll burn it down and then

We'll build the world again...

Our love is God.

“I forgot this song was on this playlist,” Donnie trys to skip it but you stop him,

“Remebere when we were fourteen how we did a two person play of the heaters?”

“Yeah what abo- ohhh” donnie gets up on his feet, “you remember the lyrics right?” he holds out his hand for you.

“Ofcourse,” You take his hand as the two of you get into character.

Hi Kurt, it's Veronica

How did you guys know it was always a fantasy of mine to have two guys at once?

Wowuhh... lucky guess?

Well, if you want it to come true, meet me at the cemetery, at dawn

Free pussy!

And we don't even have to buy it a pizza!

Punch it in! Whaat?! Hahaha!

The two of you were both theater kids, singing together mixed with your average acting filled the two of you with joy way back when you were younger. The two of you join hands again as you shift to veronica and JD.

We can start and finish wars

We're what killed the dinosaurs

We're the asteroid that's overdue

The dinosaurs choked on the dust

They died because God said they must

The new world needed room

For me and you

Well your average acting, everytime the two of you sang this song donnie was too realistic. The way he would make your heart throb was supernatural. Despite being cold blooded your were never cold with you touched him.

I worship you.

I'd trade my life for yours

They all will disappear

We'll plant our garden here

He cups your cheek in the palm of his hand, as he kisses you. His hand was warm, everytime he held you, you felt safe. He pulled away from you and continued the song, and you joined him quickly after.

Our love is God

Our love is God

Our love is God

Our love is God

“You missed acouple lines hun.” he pecks your cheek,

“Only because you kissed me,”

“Stop acting like you did’t like it”

“Ugh.” he wraps his hands around you hips and stuffs his face in the crook of your neck.

...I worship you

I'd trade my life for yours

We'll make them disappear

We'll plant our garden here

Our love is God

Our love is God

“I love that song don.”

“I know you do hun.”

I hope you guys liked it! There some references that some people might not get, like the super mario reference, but still. Kiss, kiss, hope you have a good night, day, afternoon or whatever. <3

#rise of the tmnt #rottmnt fanart #fanfiction #fanfic #rise donnie #rise tmnt #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #donnie x reader #donnie x reader fluff #donnie rottmnt #rottmnt donnie #donatello x reader #tmnt donatello #rottmnt donatello #2003 donatello #donatello hamato #rise donatello #tmnt #teenage mutant ninja turtles #teenage mutant ninja turtle mutant mayhem #teenage mutant ninja turtles 2012 #teenage mutant ninja turtle headcanons #fluff #tmnt fluff #fanfic fluff #fanfic friday #donnie x reader smut #donatello x reader smut #rise of the tmnt fanart #writers on tumblr

[wifey-ohara]

Yooo

Could I request a Hobie x gn reader where they're roommates and both can't sleep and just kinda catch eachother snooping in the kitchen at 3 am and then decide to cuddle until they fall asleep?

(Have a nice day/night!)

Ok this is funny asf bc i can imagine one of them elbow deep in some bag looking at the other like a deer in headlights while the other is "👁👄👁"💀😭

And they were (are) roommates

Hobie brown&gn!Reader

notes: fluff, could be read as platonic or going-to-be-romantic, hobie is the best raccoon out there, cuddles! We love that, author forgot how to write snackes,does he plural end in "es" or just "s"? Just ignore it, not proofread, written on the spot

You couldn't sleep. It was a simple fact, yet so fucking annoying

Dropping your gaze from the ceiling you looked at the clock beside you

2:17am

With a goan you turned around on your side, taking your cover with you and tried getting comfortable in the bed

And kept doing that for the next hour

Finally you gave up sitting up on your bed and glaring at nothing in particular

"if i ain't getting no sleep at least i can eat" you whispered, kicking off the cover with your legs as if it assaulted you

Standing up, you made your way to the kitchen quietly, you didnt want to wake hobie up, at least one of would get some sle-

Too much for that...

You stared as you tried to hold in your laughter, doing your best at a poker face attempt as the sound of something moving inside a bag stopped as your roommate , hobie, snapped his head towards you and stared at you, as if he was a raccoon you caught eating your food

Giggles started to escape your throat as the thought crossed your mind, pressing your lips together to contain your wide smile

"ay, whacha laughin'bout!?" he barked out, a frown on his face yet a smile making it way through

You couldn't hold ot any further, you threw your head back, eyes squeezed shut and howling with laughter, shoulders shaking and arm holding you up right by grasping a wall nearby

You didn't see him rolling his eyes at you and continuing to ravage through the bag he has in hand

With a more steady breath you calmed down, at least enough to talk and understand talking, giggles still bubbling up in you chest

"you couldn't sleep too huh" hobie asked, glancing at you going to the fridge

"yup" you answered "stuffing my face with food was next best option"

"fair" he agreed, noticing how you grabbed a handful of snacks, an idea popped up

"how bout we go and put on a movie, grab more snacks and make this into a movie night? -day? Eh whatever" he thought

".. Yeah that sounds good, you go, put something on and I'll grab the snacks " you answered, and he groaned

"ughh, you know i don't know how that crap works" he grumbled, going to do it anyway

You chuckled, grabbing more snacks and following him, plotting yourself on the couch and watching him trying to work out a streaming service, you're still confused on how someone (as cool as him) can't do something as simple, especially since he was your age

After a couple of tries he succeed and throws himself beside you, leaning to get the blanket on the other end of the sofa

"get closer, the blanket's too small" he reminded, you always said to replace it but you never did

Scotting closer you leaned on him and he dropped the blanket on both of you and laid down, focus drawed over to the screen in front of you

An hour in you noticed the he stopped reaching out for the m&ms on the coffee table and that his breathing slowed

Glancing up you saw he was fast asleep, features relaxed and peaceful

You decided to join him so you cozyed up to him and closed your eyes, letting his breathing, and steady heartbeats drive you to a peaceful slumper too

#spider man: across the spider verse #hobie brown x reader #atsv hobie #hobie spiderverse #hobie x reader #hobie x reader platonic #hobie brown

[helpinghanikan]

Stay in Sight

Sum: Tangerine isn't supposed to be doing anything too dangerous while he's recovering. The same isn't said for you.

AN: I'm sorry to who requested this that it took a minute. Work hit me with OT so I wrote this on my phone during breaks. Please excuse the grammar.

Saturday night at the mall is a busy place. It’s a big building, an easy place to get lost in or to lose someone in. Barely an hour in the building and already three different announcements were made for kids to meet their families at the front.

Tangerine was about to the be the next one.

“Stupid, mustached, sexy idiot…” You muttered while sliding through the contacts. Looking over the banister as if Tangerine will be one floor down, staring right up at you and waving. “Better answer.”

It’s only been three weeks since Tangerine was carried to your door. Covered in blood, a hole in his throat sew together by a back-alley doctor and breathing just enough to prove that he wasn’t dead. Lemon looked exhausted, but he was the only one in control during this time. Good thing, too. Otherwise the neighbors would have heard your screams at seeing Tangerine like this.

The first week was spent with Tangerine in bed. You and Lemon took shifts sitting by his side. To make sure that the wound was clean, but also to be sure that the idiot didn’t try to get up before he was at least a bit better.

A few rings and your call goes to voice mail. Of course Tangerine wouldn’t answer, this was likely his plan all along. Go out somewhere and then sneak away the moment you let go of his hand. He’s being trying to do this since you let him get up from bed: whether it was to visit the gym, pick up some food or even just take a piss you were making sure he wasn’t doing something else.

“We’re taking that two-month vacation, Babe. Whether you like it or not.” You had told him one night when he wanted to step out for a smoke. He had smiled when you said that. Which was probably when you should have known he was already planning something.

Next option was Lemon. Quickly scrolling your contacts until the little fruit emoji showed.

One ring and he picked up; “What’s up?”

“Where’s Tangerine?” You ask, still scanning over the people from the second-floor banister.

“Well, hello to you too, Love. I don’t get a greeting or nothing?” Lemon says with a fake voice of sorrow. He is definitely part of Tangerine’s plan.

“Lemon, please…”

“He’s alright, I swear. He’s just doing some shopping.”

Shopping, at least he wasn’t lying about needing to stop by the mall. Just trying to find him would be the real bear.

“You know where he is, then? Is he safe?” You were starting to sound like a concerned mother more than a girlfriend right now. “Damn it, Lemon, I just got him back.”

Lemon, always the big brother, is quick to change his voice. “Hey, hey. It’s gonna be okay. I’m worried just like you, ‘kay? But he’s not going anywhere and I’m making sure of it this time.”

“You’re watching him right now, aren’t you?” You ask.

“’course I am.” He says although he claimed to have had a date today and couldn’t come. “I’m not letting that prick out of my sight either. And I hope you like pearls ‘cause he’s spending our last two jobs on them.”

Usually you would have laughed at that comment. But slight pressure of a person stepping into your space made you silent. It wasn’t Tangerine who was suddenly so close you could be spooning. Even if you didn’t have this conversation with Lemon you couldn’t pretend Tangerine was right behind you.

Tangerine was a firm presence with a cool, sometimes cold, feeling in his hands. It made goosebumps on your arms when he touches you. It excites when he finally talks after placing a kiss on your head. This person wasn’t Tangerine, but they certainly were a threat.

Especially when they leaned into your ear and whispered; “If you don’t want him to have another hole in his neck. You’ll hang up.”

“I wouldn’t mind moving him towards something else if you-.” Lemon was interrupted by the practical slamming of your phone. Silencing the only contact to your man or your friend you hand.

“Good girl,” The stranger seemingly coos. Sliding their hand into yours like a lover. “Very good girl. Now come along.”

The stranger was a woman. A non-descript white woman who would fit in with the countless other college students meandering around. Perhaps just a few years older and with quit a bit more confidence. She pulls your hand close, forcing you into her side where she puts an arm around you. Your phone now hers as she slides it into her coat like it’s no big deal.

“Sorry you’re part of this,” She says, voice low next to your head. “But a debts’ gotta be paid and you’re the only money Tangerine’s got.”

It’s pointless to ask but you do so anyway; “Who are you?”

He smiles like you are just oh-so-cute. “I’m your new best friend, Baby. Let’s go for a ride.”

The mall was still busy and seemed to be only made worse by the situation. This woman held you too close to try and slip away from. If she’s anything like the people Tangerine and Lemon usually deal with there would be no point in trying anyway. Best case scenario you would make some distance. Worst case and Tangerine is dead, along with several bystanders who have no way of knowing what is going on.

On the escalator a family denim jacket and tie peaks out from the crowd on the lower floor. Although he was a big man Lemon was pretty good at blending in with the crowd. Especially when he just stand next to a protein shack or some other gym bros and not look a bit out of place.

He make eye-contact and only needs a light shake of your head to understand. His own phone out and talking into with a smile. Totally not talking to Tangerine or anything, and certainly not walking in your same direction for any particular reason.

Into the parking garage and This woman is walking faster. She doesn’t give off any other impression than someone wanting to get their girl home real fast. The only hitch in the camouflage was the Cobalt taking a sharp turn right in front of you. Trunk ready to be opened.

Fear and logic two warriors fighting in your head. On one hand the fear makes you think of the trunk. A second location means nothing but death. If you don’t go in then Tangerine is gone. Lemon will have to live through his brother’s death again or killed himself.

On the other hand logic tells you to scream. Shove This woman hard as you can and starting running just as strong. Normal circumstance says that they won’t bother chasing if you run into a populated area screaming. It’s usually not worth the risk. Usually.

You don’t have time to think about which warrior you want to win. Metal is already hitting your knees and gravity takes you forward. Face first into the dark trunk that is quickly slammed shut behind you. Nothing to look for and nothing to find but the rough ground and harsh sides you could never hope to punch through.

“Lemon! LEMON!” You immediately start screaming, open hands slamming on the trunk roof. “Get Tangerine! Get Tangerine!”

Your man was still injured; he had left the apartment today with a pretty white bandage around his throat. You were gently when placing it on. Giving him a soft kiss when you were done. Smiling when he chuckled at the gesture. Demanding one onto his mouth as well.

The car takes a sharp right turn and you still almost feel his facial hair during that kiss. It’s almost enough to distract you from being slammed around from all the turning and sharp takes.

“Where is Tangerine?!” You scream, sure that they can hear you. “He better be okay!”

Although you yelled this like a threat, it wasn’t like you could do anything. These people weren’t like normal thugs and punks on the street. Who would run away at a warning shot into the ground or surprised by a brave victim. These were the kind of people who were after revenge against Tangerine.

Based on his past it’s not surprising that Tangerine would have enemies like this. What little you knew about his work usually meant there were always hurt parties left behind. Widows and orphans made from a single job that neither Tangerine nor Lemon cared to really remember. It was just another workday for them.

A few more turns and then it’s a straight shot for at least an hour. Long enough that you fell asleep in the warm trunk. Curling close until your knees were as high as they could go while waiting for the car to finally stop.

You don’t wake up when the car stops, only when someone slams a hand on the trunk hood. They don’t open the trunk, but they do keep hitting it. Again and again slamming into the metal that threatened to cave in, although that might just be a dramatic thought. Didn’t make it any less scary though.

Through the metal you can hear the voice of This woman and a male. Neither seeming to care that you might be able to hear through it.

“Going after wives are never good. We’re fucked the moment she dies.” The male says.

“Tit-for-tat, Tangerine take’s my boy I take his girl. If he wants to show up and make it worse then he’s gone too. That’s how it works, that’s what makes it fair.” This woman says, another hard slam to the trunk.

“Murders never- fucking move!” The man yells just before a massive impact hits the side of the car you are still trapped in.

While you are rocked completely upside down the car is now sideways. Pain and bruises will be covering you in the next few seconds and are going to stay for days to come. Especially when you landed so hard on your side. Only thing you’re able to see is the slightly cracked glass of a taillight peeking out from the trunk carpet.

A concussion is very likely with massive of a headache. Shooting, shouting and profanity make it all worse. Not that you can take a second to lean forward and cradle your head from the pain. Not when your trunk is given light through bullet holes appearing just over your head.

“I’M STILL IN HERE!” You screamed, as if that was going to make it stop.

When it obviously doesn’t stop you look back to the taillight. Using all your strength to rip the carpet away just enough. Cringing at the pain of broken glass and mental poking and cutting into your arm while reaching out to your elbow. Waving around, grabbing the ground, and tossing whatever you could get your hands on. All the while yelling for someone to remember that you were still there.

“I see you; oh, baby, fuck yes I see you!” Tangerine, or Tangerine’s voice at least, pants just outside the trunk. His strong hand, long finger, grab hold of your so tightly he could have cracked a finger. “Stay here. Just wait.”

He’s gone just as fast as you had found him. Leaving your hand grasping the empty air as stones scrunched under his feet as he ran.

“Lemon! Got a crowbar? Or a screw or a fucking bat? Something?” Tangerine yells.

“How about the car keys, mate?” Lemon yells back, jingling in the air.

It was more than a little bit dramatic the way you fell out of the trunk. Tangerine there to catch you before you could have landed on the hard ground. He holds you close enough that no one would be able to separate you again.

At least until Lemon shows up and ruins the moment.

��Who the fuck was that, man?” He asks, gesturing almost wildly at the two bodies next to the car you had just escaped from.

If there is something Tangerine and Lemon know how to do; it’s killing. This woman, who had started it all, was left mangled from the initial impact of Tangerine reaching the scene. She never had a chance when Tangerine knew she was the one who had taken you.

The man looked to have lasted longer. Having hidden behind the car and participating in a shoot out that only lasted a couple seconds, into a few minutes.

Tangerine quickly turns your head from the bodies. Not that he was looking much better, either. His hair was a mess, some splatter had gotten onto his nice white shirt, and his bandage was bleeding again. You reach out to the bandage, covering the growing red with your hand as if you could heal it with your touch alone.

“You said we’d stick together today.” You said. Almost angry, almost crying.

He cups your face. “I’m a fucking mess, I’m sorry. Fuck, love, I’m so sorry.”

It didn’t really matter how much he apologized. This was part of his life, therefore it made it part of yours. He can make promises and even try to quit but we all know that wasn’t going to happen. Not when the movie was so good, not when Lemon was with him until the end, and especially not when you never asked him to.

“Let’s go back to the apartment, please.” You asked, staring straight to tangerine to avoid looking at your kidnapper and what was left of her.

Lemon drove while Tangerine sat shot gun. No one talked, not until you moved Tangerine’s coat and felt the box inside. Black velvet, large enough for a necklace and earrings. Perhaps even a bit more.

“What’s this?” You asked, making tangerine jolt a bit from the surprise.

He looks at the box and sighs. Taking it from your hands, popping it open to show exactly what you expected. A row of pearls and earrings, salt-water raised, and silver chain to hold them together. “Completely forgot I snatched that.”

“I thought you were doing better?” Lemon asked, rather accused, Tangerine.

“I am or was. It was an emergency, Lemon. I didn’t have time to get in the queue!” Tangerine spat, not noticing when you slipped the box back from his hands.

“All I’m hearing is an excuse, man.” Lemon retorted.

You looked good in the earrings and necklace. Leaning forward between their seats tog et a better look at them. Only then Tangerine notice when you were close enough he could place a sweet kiss on your cheek.

“You look lovely,” He says.

“I better, because you owe me so much more than stolen jewelry.” You reply. Both as a joke and as a reminder.

#reader insert #tangerine x reader #bullet train reader insert #bullet train movie #bullet train 2022 #tangerine #street smarts! #Lemon is a BAMF #Tangerine lived #requested

[bropunzeling]

brady/timmy 18 for bday prompts 💖

(things you said when you were scared)

It's not all that late, but it feels late in the winter dark, street lights and headlights flaring in the windows of Brady's condo. Tim looks at those lights when he asks, "So, am I staying?"

To his left, Brady shifts. "What?"

Tim shrugs. It's cowardly to keep staring out the window, to not ask Brady head on, but Tim's never been good at staring hard things down. And this -- coming back after a road trip to Brady's place instead of his own for the third time in a row; wondering if he's going to spend yet another night in Brady's guest room instead of his perfectly adequate condo three blocks away; wondering if Brady realizes how long he's been touching Tim, that it could no longer be called friendly even among frienda -- is hard.

"Am I staying again?" Tim asks.

Brady’s hand tenses against his shoulder, then relaxes. The leather of the couch squeaks -- it's new; Brady's ex took the old one and he dragged Tim to three furniture stores to pick a new one and laughed when Tim cracked a joke about needing one long enough for his chicken legs, which had felt like scoring a goal in triple OT, it was so hard to earn.

"If you want," Brady says finally. "You know you're always welcome."

"Yeah," Tim says. "But."

He chances a glance away from the window, to where Brady is sitting. Where Brady is watching him, yellow lamplight throwing his cheekbones into stark relief. His expression is tight, as it has been for months. Plenty of stress to go around. Tim wishes he knew how to get Brady to relax again. Like he did when they were younger, when the C wasn't so heavy.

Brady's hand is heavy on his shoulder, thumb pressing down against bone. "I'd like it if you stayed," he says quietly.

God, Tim knows he probably shouldn't. He has his own bed, his own condo, his own life. And he’s not 20 anymore. He doesn't have to stumble around, trying to get Brady to look at him or chirp him or smile at him, because it made his stomach swoop, made him feel like he could do anything.

But despite how hard he's tried to grow out of it, Tim hasn't figured out how to stop chasing Brady’s attention or affection. Even when he knows nothing will come of it.

"Okay," Tim says, the way he should have known he would. "I'll stay."

#ask meme #spinning divorced brady like a rotisserie chicken

[cutelittleriot]

I decided to name this after what I named It on Ao3

Return to origin

Chapter 7

For the second time since his transformation began he was able to wake up on his own. No pain whatsoever and he is grateful ror that since the horrors he had endured yesterday. He just hopes it isn't going to get any worse.

Stretching he gets up and grabs his robe,thankfully he wore pants to bed last night. He usually doesn't wear pants around his bunker as it's his personal safe space but even he knows to put on pants when there is company around, ESPECIALLY if it's Poppy.

Careful to not wake her up he quietly tries to get out of bed when a strange sensation occurs at the bottom of his feet and toes. It feels similar to.... "You've got to be joking" He whispers out loud. There beginning to grow on his feet and toes were the beginning of pawpads.

Wait something just clicked in his mind 'How can I see this clearly in the dark?' He mentally asks himself. Taking a look around and is shocked to see that he can see perfectly fine in the dark and can navigate around like ot was nothing. 'Ok now this is getting weird,I now have nightvision for crying out loud!' He mentally yells. Deciding to ignore this for now he directs his attention back to his feet.

'How am I going to walk around with these?! What does it even feel like?' He mentally questions himself before carefully placing a foot onto the ground. Luckily he wasn't rewarded with pain it just feels a bit weird sort of like wearing shoes only he can actually sort of still feel the ground beneath him. It won't affect his walking so that's all that matters right now.

Quietly as he can he manages to leave his room and close the door behind him as to not wake up Poppy. Putting on his robe he begins to head to the kitchen to make some breakfast for him and Poppy along with his morning coffee. He decides some cereal would be fine for him and he decides to make some pancakes later for Poppy as he knows of her love for sweet stuff.

For now he enjoys the bliss silence of morning while sipping his coffee and eating his cereal. He soon finishes and wait for Poppy to wake up before deciding to make anything. He takes this time to look over himself again.

"So much of me has changed" He says looking over his grey paws. "Will I even be recognizable once it's over?" He asks himself as his ears lower in sadness. He flexes his claws out again and takes another look at them. He is only able to look at them for a few minutes before retracting them as he couldn't stand to look at them any longer,they jsut remind him that he isn't the same anymore and never will be.

Now that it's brighter in this part of the bunker he decides to take a better look at his feet. Even if he could see fine in the dark that doesn't mean he could see colors in the dark and all that. There on his toes and foot are the beginning of pawpads just like what was happening to his fingers.

This new part of the transformation also makes him realize something. 'Ah sugar that probably means I'm gonna grow claws on my feet too. That is going to hurt alot AGAIN!' He screams to himself mentally as he holds his face with his paws as he isn't looking forward to it at all tomorrow if it's going by pawpads than claws.

"Of course I'm going to have claws on my feet probably good for climbing and you can't just have one set of claws on your hands that's not how biology works with animals with claws" He mutters to himself angrily.

He knows he should be happy that today for both him and Poppy it should be a easy day with no painful part of the transformation but still. He needs something to do but he has no idea what to do today after making Poppy her pancakes. She obviously can't leave cause transformation and the queenly leave excuse.

Knowing her she is going to find something to do she usually always has something to do. He looks at his claws again 'Hmm maybe I can do something for these?' He contplimates to himself as he begins to think of ideas for his new claws as he doesn't want to accidentally scratch anyone even though he highly doubts he will,as he always says it's always good to be prepared.

He has a few ideas in mind maybe he can make some gloves? He isn't a big fan of gloves cause they feel weird on his hands and only wears them when he absolutely has to. There is also the possibility of clipping his claws. He will probably have to anyways over time when they get too long. Isn't there something other animals with claws do to help wear them down?

Oh right scratching stuff that usually wears them down. Well he doesn't exactly have anything he can scratch on at the moment that won't either damage said thing he scratches or hurt him cause it's too hard to scratch and end up damaging his claws.

Sighing he knows what he has to do...he has to go outside again. He doesn't want to but he wants something to scratch on for his own peace of mind and well becuase he actually does want to scratch something.

"Stupid instincts and stupid curiosity" He grumbles as he leaves his bunker. He doesn't need to go far he just needs some tree bark and twigs and he is good to go. He isn't out for long maybe 20 minutes before he is back ready to leave when he decides to do the thing he has been wanting to do.

"I hate that I'm actually doing this" He grumbles as he unsheaths his claws and begins to scratch on the closest tree to see what he could actually do with these new claws. Surprisingly it didn't feel as bad as he thought it actually felt pretty good to scratch at something. It was sort of a stress reliever for him.

He continues to scratch for a few minutes before stopping and seeing just how much damage he did and let's out a low whistle. It was more damage than what he could normally do without any of his weapons on him so that's a plus. The scratch marks weren't too deep barely a centimeter but still that's better than what he could do before he had claws.

Satisfied with his work he sheaths his claws and heads back down his bunker and begins to start working on a homemade scratching board when his ears twitch and he can hear Poppy munching on some cereal.

Going into the kitchen he sees her happily eating away and just as he thought she was growing pawpads just like he was. Her's were a more vibrant hue similar to her hair color only a bit darker. It seems the transformation goes in a specific order so it isn't completely random so that's always a good thing. Bad thing is that she is gonna grow claws tomorrow and that's not going to be fun especially if he is going to also be growing more.

"Oh hey Branch! Uhm what's with the tree bark and twigs? Ya making something?" She asks curious. "Yeah I'm making some scratching boards one for each of us to use." He says going to get some crafting supplies. "Uh why do we need them? I mean I know we are gonna grow claws and all but I don't really see the purpose of these?" She asks him not seeing the point.

"Well it's to help wear down our claws is all so they won't get too long and well scratching at something is also a good stress reliever. Take it from me I felt better after scratching at a tree outside" He explains heading over to his work bench where he does all his projects.

"Ooooh ok, well good news I already know what I plan on doing today" Poppy says grinning. "Oh really what?" He humors her.

"I'm gonna make a scrapbook of our transformations!" She says excited but that stops Branch in his tracks "What?why? Who would want to look at a scrapbook where our teeth fall out very painfully and bloody by the way and where claws have ripped out of my hands?!" Branch really does want to know what goes through his girlfriends mind at times when she comes up with this stuff.

"Well I wouldn't add all that detail I would obviously make it friendly or at least not as graphic" She explains and he just sighs. Poppy is good at scrapbooking and if she can make a book about the history of the Bergans from when they ate trolls for crying out loud not too bad that she even reads it to kids safe than he will trust her judgment.

"Alright if you say so. Will you still be able to scrapbook with those though?" He asks referring to her pawpads and transforming fingers. "Yep this is also so I can get used to these so I can get two things done at once!" She says ever the optimist. "By the way these look so cute and it honestly kind of tickles with how they are growing in" She says giggling as she touches a pawpad.

'Tickles?!' Branchs brain can't comprehend how growing pawpads be ticklish. Then again he has perceived touch and sensations differently so who was he to judge? At least she is enjoying herself and that all that matters.

"Well I'm off to scrapbook, if you need me I will be nearby" She says before walking off leaving him to his own devices. Taking a seat at his workbench he takes out his tod and cracks his fingers "Alright time to see if I can still make stuff as good as I could before with these paws" He says hoping to be the case as he begins to get to work.

After a few hours it seems to be the case as there are 2 completed scratching mats in front of him. Sure he had to accommodate his fingers new shape and size but it wasn't as bad as he thought. He could still move them just like he could before with no complications.

Wiping some sweat off his face he goes to get a drink of water as he decides what to do next. He could get back to that puzzle he and Poppy didn't finish yet but he wasn't in a puzzle mood at the moment. He wanted to do something else but what could he do?

He lays on his couch as he ponders on what to do. While pondering he begins to absent-mindedly scratch at the new scratching mat as it's something for his hands to do while he is thinking.

As he is pondering he looks around as if trying to find inspiration on something to do when he sees a piece of paper on his workbench alongside a pencil when it hits him.

He should write! And not just write anything oh no he should write about this whole fruit situation and information on it since there wasn't any in the library! With this book in case ant future trolls come across it they will know what to do! With a grin he gets off the couch and grabs a spare notebook in case he needs to jot down notes.

Taking a pencil he begins to jot down everything about the fruit that he knows so far. From its looks to its rarity to the transformation. For each stage of the transformation he goes into extreme detail about each one, well each one he has experienced so far at least.

He is so focused he doesn't hear or notice Poppy enter the room he is in. "Hey Branch-" "AH!" Branch yelps at her sudden appearance. Was he really so focused he didn't notice her enter? That doesn't usually happen to him.

"Sorry for scaring you, I was wondering if you have any glue I ran out" She asks. "Yeah in the top drawer on the left over there" He replies gesturing to his work bench drawer. He is surprised though that Poppy managed to run out of glue she seems to always have a never ending supply of it and.....ugh glitter.

"Thanks!" She thanks him and grabs a tube of glue before heading back over to him and sits beside him. "So what ya doing Branchifer?" She asks looking at the notebook that is littered with notes and doodles.

"I'm writing a book om the fruit that turned us so in the future in case any troll comes across it they will know what to do" He explains as he continues to jot down information. "Oooh that's a good idea actually and when it's complete we can put it in the library for all to see" She says happily.

"Yep, aren't you going to go back to your scrapbooking?" He asks looking at her. "I am I'm just taking a bit of a break at the moment is all" She simply says before resting her head on his shoulder. He stiffens at the contact before slowly relaxing and resumes his writing .

Poppy being Poppy doesn't stay still for very long and looks at Branchs ears that would twitch every so often as if reacting to his thoughts. She is than hit with a idea, slowly raises her hand and begins to slowly rub behind his right ear.

It twitches and seemingly stiffens at the contact but slowly relaxes and stops twitching all together. She continues to rub it for fun when she notices that Branch has stopped writing and is beginning to relax at the sensation. Though it seems he has no idea why he is relaxing if his confused look is any indicator.

He soon begins to lay his head on top of hers and a small smile begins to form on his face and she smiles back at him. Who know that getting him to relax all you needed was to rub his ears? She is than alerted to a new sound and sensation.

It's a low rumbling noise and it was coming from....Branchs chest? Her ears twitch as she recognizes it 'Oh my everything Branch is purring!' She can't help but giggle at the display of cuteness coming from her boyfriend. Looks like this is also a new thing from the transformation and she is all for it,she can't wait until she is able to purr as she wonders what it feels like.

Branch is brought back to reality when he hears his girlfriend giggle. Just what was so funny? The last thing he was aware of was a nice sensation on one of his ears and then it was like he was dozing off as he relaxed as it felt good. He now realized that Poppy is rubbing one of his ears,why? He has no idea normally if she is being affectionate she will usually hug him or something along those lines.

The next thing he is aware of is a strange sensation in his chest and throat,along with a weird sound coming from those places too. Just what was going on? It didn't feel bad but he has never felt this before and has no idea how to react. "Poppy what's going on" He asks.

"Branch your purring" She giggles at him. He turns bright red in emberassment. He can purr now?! Oh that's just fantastic! Not!! He will probably die of emberassment if anyone other than Poppy hear him purr. "This is so emberassing are there any more mini transformations I need to be aware of?" He sarcastically asks as if someone is going to answer him and like he thought nobody does.

"Cmon Branch it's cute" Poppy says stopping the rubbing and settles for holding his paw which with her near complete paws feels both weird but also in way right at the same time. "I just don't want to do it in front of others they would laugh at me" He grumbles emberassed.

"I promise I won't do it in front of anyone else it will be for when it's only the two of us" She promises him and he knows she usually isn't the type to break a promise. He can count rhe amount of times she has broken a promise on one hand and he nods at her promise. "You better or else I'm gonna do the same to you becuase remember if I can do it you will be able too soon enough" He grins at her.

"Oh yeah uhm let's not do that" She says not wanting to have every troll in the whole village wanting to pet her and causing her to purr. If it was the snack pack she wouldn't mind as much but the whole village is a big fat nope!

Branch looks at the clock he has mounted on the wall "Its getting late I'll make us some dinner and we can head to bed" He says and Poppy nods before walking off probably going to clean up the area where she was scrapbooking.

After a quick dinner where he cooked some meat and some veggies the two start to do their nightly routine before heading off to bed. Both not looking forward to tomorrow cause tomorrow was going to hurt.

"Hey uhm Branch?"

"Yeah?"

"You will be there for me when my claws come out right?"

"Of course I will don't you worry and you will do the same for me?"

"Yep sure will"

"Thanks Branch well goodnight" Poppy says before turning over. "Night" He replies back as he tries to fall asleep but it's hard knowing what pain await you tomorrow. He got through it once he can do it again.

With that mindset he is finally able to succumb to sleep.

Here are some fun facts about Branch in this chapter

Branch can see in uv Like how nightvision cameras work

His scratching mat is now a comfort and stress relief item for Branch

Branch only purrs when content and truly happy and or safe and usually doesn't do it infront of others and It usually only happens in his bunker or with Poppy who is the only one allowed to pet his ears as they are now a sort of weak spot. Luckily he only reacts that way when Poppy does it anyone else he will not be happy about it and tell them to back off.

Yall don't know what I have cooking up for next chapter it's going to be the most angst filled chapter Poppy and Branch are gonna get whacked with my angst stick

#trolls #trolls 2 #branch #poppy #broppy #return to origin

[hes-a-rat-whisperer]

"rest your head and proceed to mimimi"

[not an RP!! just a small fanfic]

sfw/fluff! pls enjoy <3

relatively late at night, Alistair was still not asleep.

he found himself enarmored with a new book he had come across in the library and was determined to read every last page of it before even thinking of getting any rest.

that ambitious endeavor landed him in the position he was in now. nestled in bed, warm and cozy, yet exhausted beyond belief.

just when he considered to take a break, he could hear the floorboards behind the door creak.

the brit sighed and without even looking up from his book, as the door slowly squeaked open, he said "I will sleep when I feel like it." in a rather casual yet still somewhat irritated tone. "you worry way too much about me, Peppy."

this encounter between the two older men occured quite regularly, due to Alistair's mildly concerning reading habits.

sure, losing yourself in a good book is great, but sleeping should be a little higher up on the man's list of priorities.

awaiting the usual snarky response from the chef, Alistair was already planning on finishing the page once the door closed again.

...

...but it didn't.

confused, Alistair closed the book after all.

"oh..it's you" he said, smiling a little as he saw that it wasn't Peppino who checked up on him, but rather his unshapely clone.

"I thought you went to bed hours ago" he said. "is something wrong, Pino?"

the goopy man didn't say anything for a second or two, one of his eyes sinking back into it's socket, while the other looked away from the brit.

"I t'nod kniht uoy dluohs eb pu siht etal.." he said, his echoey voice a bit quieter than usual.

"not you too.." Alistair groaned, rubbing his eyes, which he didn't even realize were sore until this point. "listen, it is very sweet of you two to check on me like this, but I am a grown man. if I want to spend a few extra hours reading then that is my decision."

at that, fake Peppino shambled over to the other, his eye finally rolling back to the front as he gave Alistair a concerned, yet irritated look.

"uoy deen ot peels!" he said.

and before Alistair could even think of a rebuttal, the clone lifted the blanket the brit was snuggled in and began to slither into bed.

"what are y-" Alistair's confused question got cut off as pino's long, snake-like arms wrapped around his body, pinning his arms to his sides, making it impossible for him to read.

..or move, for that matter.

"gnh?! Pino! let me go!!" he complained, but the doughy man simply chuckled, wearing a wide, content smile on his face.

"thgindoog riatsila~"

"Pino!!"

...

#pizza tower #fake peppino #pizza tower fanfic #pt fanfic #alistair connor #myoc #alistair x peppino #alistair x fake peppino #fanfiction #fanfic #drabble

[autisticbokutoenthusiast]

ep 10 stray thoughts

- oh nont…

- aobpuen enthusiasts were really in it now

- first enthusiasts were really in it now also proms texts?!??!

- when aob says the boss he means jason lee right…. WHAT IS SOONGS NEW JOB

- i love the set for when zouey plays the violin in memory of nant like the spotlight shining on him in his own room…. nant being in shadow yet the cause of it all….

- fucking help the way they all looked at captain when he tried to crack a a joke…. i love them

- porsche may be many things but poorly dressed isn’t one even in mourning he slays good for him

- oh jump….

- the presence of sugar daddy this ep despite him not showing up yet…

- first…

- nont…

- what a week to be a lover of pathetic characters haha…

- wait if it was roleplay on the dog mask clip why did prom say they didn’t do knives the first time with nont… unless he always knew it wasn’t nant….

- proms ipad full of secrets lol

- I KNEW DADDY WAS COMING BACK

- oh god oh fuck porsche imma break you outta there trust!!

- not tutor lurking there…

- i am taking the scene seriously but also the discord is really onto something with captainpuen…

- KEEN?!?!!,

- looked up the conversion rate and 283 an hour oh hold on for fisting is 339

- “the world revolves around the sun, not you” puen kinda ate with that one…

- the little giraffes on zoueys pjs oh wait is he gonna have his monster moment too

- the way this show shows dick without showing dick is crazy lmao

- obsessed with tutors bedroom

- why is the light flashing on puenkeen oh hold on captainpuenkeen?? captain… gurl…

- nont having a night in with the clues and a bottle of red

- nont back in his revenge era hope he finally gets to set someone on fire

- oh porsche… OH PORSCHE

- not arguing with a man with long lashes whatever you say beautiful

- the baddie bunch gc is so funny

- first allergic to minding his buisness… i mean we knew already but still

- AOB?!?!,!?!?!?!!??!!?!?!,! AGHHHHH FIRST NOOOOOOOOOOOO OH MY GOD !?!?!?!?!

- i can excuse a glock but SHOES ON THE BED??? aob have some decorum

- NOOO oh my god?!?!?!,!, first my baby

- at least we have nuthphop. they’d never surprise or hurt us 🤡

- nuth in hyperfocus mode he can’t help his hyperfixations be patient with him

- i love nuthphop so much you don’t fucking get it like this song plays in so many of there scenes i can’t even get into it rn but grahhhh them them them

- the way jason lee be bumping into all the characters… i don’t trust this man i think he gonna fuck all them over

- hold on are they all teaming up to take sugar daddy down

- awww keen

- OH FUCK OTS GOING DOWN

WHAT THE FUCK WAS RHAT PREVIEW?!?!?! IM GONNA LOSE MY MIND?!,!!?

#playboyy the series #a.b.e. watches

[shsl-fander]

Through Your Window

Pairing: Javey (Jack Kelly/Davey Jacobs)

Fandom: Newsies (2017) Broadway

Au: Modern Era

Word Count: 1026

Davey hummed to himself, flipping through the pages of the book sat in his lap. In all honesty, while he typically loved reading to himself, right now it was such a drag. He wanted to hang with the other newsies, but he was stuck alone in his room. He drummed his fingers against the spine, puffing his lips in boredom.

"Aye! Whats a handsome boy like you doin alone on a Saturday night?"

Davey jumped, yelping as he jolted up out of his seat, rushing towards the window where the noise came from where he met the gaze of noneother than Jack Kelly. He gasped, a ratted giggle escaping him, "Jackie?!" he exclaimed.

Jack clicked his tounge, gripping tight onto the edge of the window. "Nah, its ya landlord," he sneered sarcastically, grinning ear to ear. "Hey Davey," he smiles, waving at him with his free hand.

Davey stammered, shaking his head in disbelief as a giddy smile crept onto his face. "What on earth are you doing here?"

Jack leaned against his arm, admiring the beaming smile spread across Davey's face. "What'd ya think? Here to see you, now will ya let me in?"

Davey intertwined his fingers with Jack's,tugging him inside his room before swiftly shutting his window. "Do you realize my entire family is home and don't know you're here?" he reminds him lightly.

Jack threw his hands up in disbelief, "Fine, you want me to leave Dave?" he began with a smirk.

Davey frantically shook his head rushing towards the window to block Jack's entrance, "No No No No!" he blurted out, "Of course I'm happy to see you Jack. But I'm not out to my parents, or Les for that matter. I don't think he knows what being gay is." The omly people Davey was out to were Jack and Sarah.

Jack chuckled softly, plopping down onto Davey's bed,"We've been friends since I met ya and you boldly stood up to Weasal, " he comments,"me being here doesn't have to be seen as strictly romantic. "

Davey flopped down next to jack, tracing circles on the blanket. "I know that of course," he began, "but if you're here just the two of us I'm gonna want," his words trailed off as usual, he wasn't very good at this. "I'm just sayin I don't want to get us caught."

Jack felt a smirk tug on the corners of his lips, "Who said anything 'bout gettin caught?" he snickered, "come on, I escaped the god damn refuge, I can be sneaky in my boyfriend's room."

Davey's breath hitched, he still couldn't believe Jack considered him his boyfriend. Just hearing it was enough to make his heart skip a beat, pounding against his chest, sending a thunder in his ears.

"Ah, theres that smile Dave," Jack snickered, watching Davey smile like an idiot upon calling him his boyfriend. He bit his lip, tilting his head. "Ya still didn't answer my question, what the hell are you doin alone on a Saturday night?"

Davey rolled his eyes, picking up the book that he had tossed aside the minute he recognized Jack, "Readin" he replies simply with a shrug.

Jack laughed under his breath, "You never fail to be the brains of the group, Dave," he expressed. "But seriously? Yous inside, nose in some pages?"

Davey sighed, "What else am I gonna do Jack? I help out alot around here yknow? I can't just go out as much as I please," he huffs."Trust me, I wanted to see you, " he admits, blush rising to the apples ot his cheeks.

Jack's gaze trailed down to the other boy's lips before he quickly glanced back up to his eyes."Well good thing I know how to climb up to windows huh?" he cooed, scooting himself closer.

Davey gently caressed Jack's jaw before tilting his head up ever so slightly,"Good thing indeed," he hummed in agreement. He held his gaze there for a moment, staring into Jack's eyes, which glistened in his room's light.

Jack suddenly surged forward, pressing his lips against Davey's and pulling him into a kiss, to which Davey clumsily responded. Jack's arms winded around Dave's neck, and davey hummed into the kiss.

Suddenly, Davey pulled away, gasping for air. He panted, wiping a trial of spit from his lips. "You never fail to impress me with your boldness, Jack Kelly."

Jack's arms remained drapped around Davey's neck, though they now rested on his shoulders. "Hey what can I say, thats kinda my thing."

Davey glanced towards the ground, face tinted a light pink color. "I know, you were our leader. Thats honestly when I fell for you," he admitted, "When you stepped up to protect all the other boys."

Jack ruffled the other's hair,"Awh Dave had a little crush on me, " he cooed triumphantly. And suddenly Jack was gently slapped in his face.

"Shut upppp," Davey snorted, the blush on his face darkening even further. "Obviously I did, how could I not? I don't understand how you didn't know, I was embarrassingly obvious."

Jack rolled his eyes, shaking his head,"I was trying to force a relationship with Katherine, remember?"

Of course Davey remembered,how could he forget? He had seen Jack kiss Katherine and for the remainder of the night his head felt dizzy and he had been choking back the lump in his throat. Eventually he'd cried at home, which is when Sarah practically forced him to come out to her.

However, to both Jacobs' twins relief, Jack and Katherine quickly realized the sparks between them were practically nonexistent. Which led them to today, Davey still mesmorized by the fact Jack liked him back.

"Im sorry it took me so long to notice you, Davey," Jack mumbled, sending him a tender smile. "I love ya."

"I love you too, Jackie."

And so maybe Davey let Jack stay longer than he probably should, and maybe Sarah had to come in to tell them to be quiet and be careful so they wouldn't get caught. But Dave didn't mind, he just wanted to be in Jack's company.

#newsies #javey #javey newsies #jack jelly #david jacobs #davey jacobs #newsies broadway #broadway #fanfic #javey fanfic #javid #javid fanfic

[foster-the-world]

And we are off

My husband has the kids at a state nature preserve while I packed and cleaned up the house. All done and enjoying twenty glorious minutes alone on the couch. My Aunt/Uncle, cousin and their two friends are staying while we are gone. NYC rent is too expensive to leave this place empty. My Aunt is so excited. She's had a rough year so I'm glad she'll will get some fun in.

I cannot wait to be swimming at the hotel pool tmrw. For some reason I'm feeling confident about baby boy flying. The flight to California was a true disaster but I think we've figured it out now. Fingers crossed I'm not in denial.

My husband's boss is leaving. They immediately offered him the position. He doesn't really want to take it. Its a big pay raise but will be longer hours at work. He would still be able to leave the office at 5pm but would be up after the kids go to bed working. There is no part of me that feels like either of us have more hours to spare. Baby boy is really draining all of our energy and its still very unclear what supports he will need in the future. At the same time, it will be hard to turn down the extra pay. He is very lucky to get a full pension based on his three highest years pay (thank you govt work in a liberal state). He can retire at 57 - so its not money just for the next few years but for the next 30 + years. I mean this most likely won't be his last promotion but every step upward counts. If he passes away the pension passes to me. Current employees don't get these benefits - he got in right before they changed the rules. He's been there 20 years now. He/we will have the entire vacation to think about it. Nice either way that they offered it to him. He's also had this amazing boss forever. I'm warning him how miserable his life can get if he gets a bad boss.

Baby boys been behaving very well for the past two days. Maybe he's maturing?? Maybe he just has good and bad days?? He is so damn cute. Last night I told him I was taking the girls somewhere. He goes "Oh, okay. You go Japan???" HA! HA! No kid. The next trip to Japan you are coming.

The girls begged to have a pedicure before vacation. I took them last night. Said it was a treat for doing so well in school. Very cute/fun. Bee is so much more girly then I am.

Foster agency is sticking to making us be re-certified. I can't think about it until we are back. Of course, no one has given us an adoption date so no idea when we need to get the trainings over with. Such a massive waste of time.

Baby boys therapies need to be switched from Department of Health to Dept of Education now that he turned three. After a month of pestering, they sent me a list of over 200 evaluation places throughout the city. I called over 20. None have evaluation appts before October. I put us on all of the waiting lists. Will probably try to pay out of pocket for OT, PT, etc until he is adopted and he can go on our private insurance. Its unGodly expensive. Need to figure out what services will help him. A little lost honestly. Weight vests, weighted blankets, crash pads, sensory toys, brush techniques? Will these things help him?? Do we have room for those things (=No). Need to start videoing when he's really unregulated. One-on-one in an OT office is not going to show what we are talking about. Of course, the foster agency doesn't bother responding to my emails related to any of these services. The medical lady used to be the one consistently competent person at the agency. She moved on and of course the new person is useless.

[cartoonfangirl1218]

Back Traces

“Maru?” Mateo guessed as Elena traced a circle on his back, feeling the graze of her nails through the thin material of his robe. 

“No, I’m just drawing circles,” Elena answered lazily. Mateo turned his head to see her completely vertical on her side of the bed. Her hair splayed out in waves while her eyes drooped slightly as if she couldn’t keep them open any longer. 

They had had a busy week. Elena was having an Everrealm tour, which of course, the whole family went along. They had already visited seven kingdoms in the past five days. Resulting in time for having a lovely breakfast and beach promenade in Nueva Vista for Mrazel’s coronation before running to the docks to sail to Cariza. 

A meal, an hour of sightseeing unless it was consumed by kingdom entertainment or meeting the hosting royal had in store for them to experience, before rushing off to the dock or carriage so they could make the next meal in time. 

Normally, the tour would be much more spread out but Elena had been insistent on getting things done efficiently and quickly and that she was not interested in the long formalities that kingdoms would try to impose if she spread out her royal tour for three weeks. 

Mateo suspected an ulterior motive in Elena’s decision since their last stop was in Satu just in time to celebrate the Cherry Blossom Festival, one of the most beautiful and romantic festival in the Everrealm. 

It was a whirlwind experience and even without a lift of his tamborita, he could feel the magic and the beauty of the place in his bones. It felt like time had stopped and he could gaze at her forever. But they couldn’t. Although they did manage to sneak a good hour of stolen kisses before being whisked away to the next event. 

Now they were in Cordoba, one of the last kingdoms on their tour and Alonso had offered to lead everyone on a carriage ride. 

Elena and Mateo had chosen to retire for a siesta, a choice that was discreetly welcomed by their host who was still courting Princess Valentina during their visit. The couple went off on their carriage ride for two without a backward glance at them. 

But of all things, once Mateo hit the bed, he couldn’t fall asleep. His body was tired, he could barely lift his legs from the 500 thread count sheets and he didn’t want to. But his brain remained active. 

He wasn’t even thinking about anything important. Just observing the details of the room like the golden frame of the mirror, impeccably sculpted into curlicues. The velvet rug which he wondered if it was King Alonso’s choice or his father’s and how they thought they’d get stains out if that should happen? He admired the mahogany wood yet berated himself because these were all petty details that didn’t matter when he wanted to sleep!

But his eyes remained achingly open and he wondered why this was happening. 

He used ot have insomnia when he was young. Usually gripped by nightmares of his father’s arrest. Nightmares he hadn’t confided to his mother that he had seen the events at the top of the stairs. He couldn’t tell her when she was having such a difficult time herself. 

But that had disappeared after a night with ELena. Not as scandalous as her mother first thought when he accidentally let that skip, but just sleeping next to her, being there for her for her nightmares helped get his mind off his own. 

Not entirely though. He’d never escape the insomnia haunting him completely but at least siestas with Elena were his one refuge. He always slept well in the comforting warmth of Elena spooning in his arms. 

But if he couldn’t sleep now, did that mean his nights would be free? Or would his nights and siestas be similarly impeded by his overactive brain?

“Oh mi amor, can’t sleep?” Elena asked, her calming voice bringing Mateo back from the spiral that he was about to go down. 

Mate shook his head of the thoughts to concentrate on the woman beside him. With a tired smile he admitted, “Yes, I am.” 

“It’s a curse. All during the introductions and treaty negotiations, I wanted to sleep, but now I can’t either,” Elena sighed, “Want me to do back traces?” 

“Back traces?” Mateo repeated. 

“When Isa and I were younger and couldn’t sleep, we’d do back traces on each other. Ike this-turn around.” 

And would could Mateo do but obediently lay on his side as Elena did the back traces. And she was right, it was soft and it gave his mind something else to focus on, concentrating on the soothing feel of her nails as she said, “Guess what I’m writing.” 

The first word had been “Wizard.” Then his name, then little phrases like “Lleveluque” and “I love chocolate.” Which brought him here with the pleasant tingling sensation fading from his back and the sudden acute absence of her touch. 

He twisted his neck again, catching a glimpse of Elena blissfully asleep. 

Suppressing agrowing yawn himself, he flipped around so he could gather her in his arms. She unconsciously rubbed her head against him and snuggled closer. 

Finally, he gave in to sleep.

#back traces #elena of avalor #mateo de alva #elena castillo flores #eleteo #my fanfic #my fanfiction

[ouisrslyneed1feralacadamiablog]

Now that Sandman is kinda trending I thought I might give my shitty list of things, that were written by Neil Gaiman, for people to read. Enjoy. Or not. (Btw I did not read every single thing he wrote, 'cus that's like a lot and i have somewhat of a social life and other hobbies, but a part of my bookshelf is dedicated to his books so idk maybe I am semi qualified like my old PE teacher who was 100% stoned at all times and wasn't even a real teacher). Also I kinda left out good omens since I think it doesn't need to be mentioned anyways, its a work of art go read it. Additionally I have zero knowledge with comics so yeah u can Google his involvement with comics on ur own.

- the ocean at the end of the line.

I love it. Was genuinely horrific at points. Loved that. ( insert essay on how the book feels like a children's book written by him, but at the same time it's not and dont give your children that to read. Or do. Am i ur mom) anyway there is a very pretty version of it out with lots of pretty pictures in black and white.

10/10 will not read again I already have sleeping problems

- a study in emerald

As a lover for cosmic horror and sherlock homes, this was amazing. U can read it for free online. There is a comic/visual novel(? Idk it is all pictures and text) it's very good.

Can someone explain y most of Neil Gaimans work is illustrated. It's cool but ot doesn't seem very common with other authors.

10/10 more green slimy things yes pls

- his children's books r cool I guess

Coraline, the milk one, I am to lazy to get up from my bed but u know which one if u google it, and the graveyard book. Again all illustrated and/or haver graphic novels(whats the difference between graphic novels and comics/gen)

10/10 they make me feel like I had a cozy and happy childhood

- the sleeper and the spindle

Did I buy this one because it had two pretty lady's kissing? Maybe, but I am just too gay not to. Again illustrated. Chris Riddell did great with this one(I got up from my bed for this, btw it's 'fortunately the milk' for the book that I mentioned before) it's surprising to say the least. A twist on a classic tale.

10/10 pretty pictures, pretty ladies and a pretty story what else do u need

- the view from the cheap seats

Tbh I bought it on sale because no way am I paying 30 euros for a collection of essays and forewords. It was interesting? I guess. I enjoyed it. Half the time I didn't know what he was talking about. But maybe that was just me being on painmeds at the time of reading.

10/10 got some nice book recommendations that I probably never gonna read.

- American gods and anansi boys

So I know that American gods is kinda known and so on, but I never see much about the 'sequel'( it's not really a sequel as much it is just a different tale in the same universe with one reoccurring character. But he dies in like the first few chapters lol. Kinda.) Anyways. I enjoyed it a bit more. Take that with a grain of salt, because I can't remember shit from the books. Again it's either my very horrible memory or the painmeds. But I remember they were entertaining.

10/10 don't give Blowjobs to people who r driving a car. That's irresponsible. Just don't. (How is that pretty much the only part I remember) there is a short story that acts a bit like an epilogue or side story for American gods. Its good. Again I can't remember the plot, I just remember that it contained an important piece of lore that's finally got confirmed with the side story.

- his short stories

Mmmmmmmh. Read at own risk. I still wake up in sweat at night because of that one short story about narnia. It disturbed me. Alot. I remember Neil Gaiman wrote about this short story in the collection of essays. I hope he loves fucking with people's heads, because he certainly gave me a serious brainfuck. Then again one of the books with a collecting of sort stories is called 'trigger warning' so maybe read that as a real warning lol.

10/10 I am too stupid to understand some of his short stories (certified idiot). But a fool doesn't need to know the intentions of things, he can make fun of it regardless. Anyways. They good. They make idiot happy or sad. Depends on the story. Most likely sad and depressed. Read at ur own risk.

#neil gaiman #feral academia #academia #feral #chaotic academia #feral academic #literature #book recommendations #i am praying to the gods of gay dont make him see this #the sandman #sandman #i guess #i am not proofreading #do i look like an english major? #i minor in italian

[daughter-of-melpomene]

OT+ Prompts:

#4 - Spock is sick and Kirk + Genesis fussing over them, please? 😌💙

@dancingsunflowers-ocs 💕

Pairing: Spirkton (Genesis Welton + Jim Kirk + Spock).

Prompt: #4 - A is sick and everyone is fussing over them from OT+ Prompts.

Warnings: Illness, mentions of vomiting, light swearing.

(A/N: Thank you so much for this, Alexandra!! I hope you enjoy it!!)

GENESIS WAS THE FIRST PERSON to admit that she should know better as a medic, but they somehow always managed to forget that, though Vulcans couldn’t get sick, her dear half-Vulcan boyfriend was also half-human. As such, they had nearly choked on her own saliva when Spock had stumbled rather than walked into the med bay, face flushed green with fever and looking terribly nauseous.

Beyond her initial reaction of surprised hacking, Gen’s second, horrible thought was that Spock had been poisoned and was about to collapse dead to the floor. Not a very rational thought, they could admit that as well, but she’d never seen Spock so much as have to blow his nose or clear phlegm from his throat before, so it probably made sense that they’d immediately jumped to the worse-case scenario.

Thankfully, Dr. McCoy had not jumped to any such conclusions and immediately went to check the first officer over, and it didn’t take him long to diagnose Spock with a simple case of the common flu. After prescribing some medication for the upset stomach and some good old-fashioned bedrest, the doctor had kindly released Genesis from med bay duty for the night, telling her that he’d inform Jim of Spock’s condition and tell him to come check on the half-Vulcan as soon as he could.

The captain of the Enterprise entered Spock’s quarters to find Gen attempting to pin his first officer to his bed.

“Oh, thank God,” Gen groaned, moving to once again force Spock down onto his mattress. “Can you order him to stay in bed or something? He won’t lie down, I’ve been trying for fifteen minutes.”

“I do not require bedrest,” Spock huffed in response, doing a magnificent job of pretending he didn’t still look like he was going to vomit at any moment. “I would not even have had any reason to leave the star deck if Lieutenant Uhura had not insisted I ‘get looked at’-”

“And a damn good thing she did,” Genesis snapped. “You won’t get better by staying on the star deck and working all night, you'll get better by resting. And even if you don’t agree, bedrest was the doctor’s orders.”

“You know I have very little respect for Dr. McCoy.”

“Nurse’s orders, then.”

“You I respect immensely, but you do not have the proper authority to be giving me orders.”

“Careful, Spock,” Jim piped up, trying not to smirk as Gen’s face and neck flushed redder than their hair. “I doubt the fact that you’re ill will spare you from our dear partner’s wrath.”

Letting out a long-suffering sigh, Spock went limp against Gen’s hold and slumped downwards onto his bed. “I am not ill. Dr. McCoy was mistaken.”

“Spock,” Jim replied, keeping his voice carefully even as he stepped further into his boyfriend’s room. “You look like you’re burning up, and Bones is very rarely mistaken when it comes to diagnoses. Even if you’re not actually sick, I’m taking you off duty for the night. If you won’t listen to doctor’s orders-”

“Or nurse’s orders,” Gen grumbled, slowly crawling off of Spock as if she didn’t trust him not to try and get up again.

“Or nurse’s orders,” Jim agreed, nodding to them, “then you will listen to captain’s orders. And your captain is ordering you to stay in bed, get some sleep, and allow the two of us to fuss over you for a bit."

"I do not require you to fuss over me," Spock grumbled, though he didn't make another move to sit up. "I am perfectly alri-"

The half-Vulcan broke off, his face twisting in discomfort, and Genesis reacted swiftly, snatching up Spock's waste bin from the floor and holding it in front of his face just as he pulled his body into sitting and lurched forward, retching.

Concern beginning to course through him, Jim dashed to Spock's bedside, rubbing his boyfriend's back as the first officer emptied the contents of his stomach into the waste bin. Her face impossibly soft, Gen gently smoothed Spock's hair back from his face, waiting until his shoulders had stopped heaving before they pulled the waste bin away.

"What was that you were saying about being alright?" Genesis asked, though to her credit, Jim couldn't detect a hint of smugness in their voice - just genuine care and concern.

It took a moment for Spock to answer, as if he didn't trust himself to speak without needing to vomit again. But finally he let out a breathy sigh and quietly said, "I apologize for being so stubborn. I will concede to getting some rest."

"Good," Gen said cheerfully, standing up from the bed and heading towards Spock's bathroom. "Jim, would you mind grabbing some light snacks and water from the mess? I'm just going to clean this out, and then when you get back we can all relax together. Pending an emergency, Captain, you're off-duty for the night as well."

Quirking an eyebrow, Spock gave Jim a wry look, the kind that asked, Why do we let her boss us around again?

In response, Jim chuckled, patting Spock's knee, and made his way back towards the door. "Well, you heard them, Mr. Spock. Nurse's orders."

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By the time Jim returned with some cracker packets and water bottles, Gen had already changed into her sleepwear and wheedled Spock into putting on his. Chuckling as he set the food and water down on the bedside table, Jim pressed a kiss to both of his partners' heads and excused himself to go put on his own sleep outfit.

When he reentered Spock's quarters for the final time that night, the first officer was already mostly asleep, lying cradled again Genesis' chest. Absently carding their fingers through his hair, Gen gave Jim an absurdly fond expression that seemed to say, How is he so cute?

Sliding into bed on Spock's other side, Jim buried his nose in the half-Vulcan's raven hair and reached over him to take Gen's free hand, linking their fingers together.

Lulled by the warmth of his lovers' bodies and the sounds of their deep, even breathing, Jim felt himself begin to slip off to sleep as well. His final thought before the pleasant darkness overtook his mind?

Spock should really get sick more often.

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