#hi I MISSS them

[lxkeee]

⋆.˚ . FLY ME TO THE MOON ⋆.˚ ☾ .⭒˚.

—PART FOUR

Pairing: Lucifer Morningstar x Archangel Raphael! Fem! Reader

Fandom: Hazbin Hotel

Notes: finally, a divorced man meets a divorced woman.

PART ONE | PART THREE | PART FIVE | MISC.

Nothing too interesting happened for the last couple of months, work on earth, do paperwork in heaven, repeat.

Scratch that, something did happen.

[Y/n] looked at her hand, seeing the gold band that was usually on her ring finger was now placed on her middle finger. A symbol of individuality and responsibility. She and Azrael finally got divorced—for shits and giggles. Just kidding. Azrael found love that's why and he and [y/n] it was time to end this marriage of theirs and remain friends. Azrael is now dating this cute principality angel named Francis. She supports them. She even set them up lmao.

They still continue doing their usual routine of spending their free time in each other's places (more on spending time at her home) and gossip.

She has to find her own love someday. [Y/n] sighs softly. Eyes staring outside her office window.

Today is the extermination day. She hopes Adam fucks up during it.

It was rather boring for the rest of the day. She was just flying around heaven and seeing if the order was maintained. [Y/n]'s eyes widened when she saw Emily showing someone around heaven. Someone familiar.

That's right! She saw this snake man during the meeting when Charlie was showing about Angel's progress.

He looks different though.

Her eyes widened, realization dawning upon her.

He got redeemed.

Blinking her eyes, eyes sparkling in excitement.

She calms herself down first, she needs to confirm it.

Flying next to Emily, the girl slightly jumps in surprise to see [y/n]. Despite the woman being one of god's seven virtues, Emily sees her as an older sister figure.

“Hi [y/n]! Nice to see you here, it has been awhile since I've last seen you!” Emily says excitedly, eyes sparkling and wings flapping from excitement from seeing the older woman. The man beside her just looked in confusion.

“Hello Emi, dear. I just so happen to have some free time so I was just flying around. Is this a new soul you're showing around?” [y/n] asked, smiling softly at the girl and the girl squealed.

“Yes! Actually, this man right here. Was a sinner and got redeemed! Isn't that amazing!” Emily says and [y/n]'s eyes widened and smiled, smirking a bit before returning it to a genuine smile. The confused snake just staring back and forth between the two girls.

“Really? Now, isn't that surprising. This... This changes everything.” [y/n] says with a whisper before turning to look at the redeemed soul.

“Tell me, mister. What is your name? As one of the seven virtues, I would like to know the name of the first sinner ever to be redeemed.” [y/n] says curtly and bows at him gracefully.

“I am Sssir Pentiousss... It is a pleassure to meet you... Misss?” Sir Pentious greeted, though a little awkward but cute.

“Greetings Sir Pentious, I am Raphael. An archangel and one of God's seven virtues. But you can call me [y/n].” [y/n] says with a small smile, offering her hand for a handshake which Sir Pentious accepted.

[Y/n] looked at her watch that's on her wrist, pretended to look worried. “As much as I want to stay and chat. I have somewhere else to be. Emily, Sir Pentious. It was nice seeing you two.” [y/n] says frantically, although just pretending.

Emily nodded and tried to calm the panicking archangel, “It's alright Miss [y/n], we can catch up later.” she says and [y/n] smiles and places a gentle kiss on the girl's forehead.

“Alright, have fun. And Sir Pentious?” [y/n] calls out to the man and he looks at her with confusion. “Welcome to heaven, I hope you'll enjoy your stay.” she says and quickly waves goodbye and flies away.

A meeting was then held with the seven virtues, they discussed what they should do next now that Charlotte Morningstar's hotel has worked. They agreed to put Sera on a trial but won't punish her severely like Lucifer.

“Adam's dead?” Camuel asked, shocked and [y/n] nodded.

“Apparently. Based on the exorcists' reports. Manz gone.” [y/n] says with a shrug and a lazy smirk.

“Finally!” Azrael laughs, the others just smirking.

“Good riddance.” Michael says calmly though a slight smirk on his face.

“What's our next course of action?” Gabriel asked, crossing her arms.

“Since this hotel the Morningstars are offering seems to work then there's only one thing we can do next.” Uriel says, sighing.

“Can't believe it actually worked. I guess we were wrong on how we treated Lucifer.” Camuel says and the others just shrug and sigh.

“We support this. We'll have to make sure this hotel keeps on working.” Jophiel says.

“[y/n].” Michael calls out and [y/n] can already tell where this is going.

“No.” she deadpans and Michael deadpans at her in return.

“What do you mean no? I haven't even asked yet.” Michael deadpans, Azrael chuckling beside [y/n].

“I just have a feeling I won't like it.” [y/n] says with a frown on her face.

“Too bad, you're doing it anyways. I want you to go down there and make sure to keep track of the hotel's progress.” Michael says sternly making [y/n] whine, she drops her head onto the circular table they were all sitting in. Groaning.

“More work? I don't wanna.” she says with a groan. Gabriel laughs.

“This can be an opportunity to get closure with you know who?” Uriel says with a chuckle.

“The fuck is closure? I don't need it.” [y/n] says, rolling her eyes.

“I think this is your chance [n/n]. I heard he's divorced lmao.” Jophiel cackles, [y/n] groaning once more.

“You two are going to be matching or twinsies!” Azrael teases making [y/n] glare at him playfully.

“Jokes aside. You need this [y/n]. Get some closure. We want you to be happy for once and I don't think we can handle more years of you feeling guilty for being so cold during the last time you saw him.” Camuel says softly, giving the girl a thumbs up.

“I better get extra day offs for this.” [y/n] says with a groan.

“Deal.” Michael says and [y/n] sighs.

It was a few weeks after the extermination that was targeted at the hotel. The hotel has been rebuilt and now looks even better than before. Charlie is happy that she and her friends managed to stop the extermination. There are some new sinners who wanted to give redemption a try so now the hotel is now bustling slightly. Her dad moved in and has a room of his own and helps her manage the hotel.

Currently, the crew are in the lobby just talking. It was already late in the evening and the other guests are now sleeping. Angel, Lucifer, and Husk were at the bar area. Niffty was cleaning, Vaggie and Alastor were on the couch.

Knock, knock, knock.

Loud knocks were heard on the front door of the hotel.

“New guests perhaps?” Alastor says with a grin, Charlie grins excitedly. A new soul wanting to try redemption.

The others just watched the girl walked towards the door, curious who was behind it.

Charlie took a deep breath, preparing herself to greet the new guest.

Opening the door, it was someone she did not expect.

A tall woman (almost the same height as Alastor) was standing by the door, a serious look on her face. What caught her attention was the amount of authority and power emitting from her and... The golden halo on her head and the small angel wings behind her head.

“Good evening Charlotte Morningstar, I came as a messenger from heaven.” the angel says with a grin.

Lucifer's body went pale as he heard that oh so familiar voice.

“[y/n]...” Lucifer murmurs in disbelief, seeing his supposed best friend now in front of the door.

“It has been awhile, Lucifer.” [y/n] says softly, eyes still emotionless. She's actually just dissociating so her eyes are like that, she can't control it okay. She has a serious case of lazy eyes.

“Ooohh drama...” Angel Dust whispers to Husk.

Suddenly an angelic spear was pointed at her throat, she did not flinch nor was afraid. She merely used her finger to move it away.

“What are you doing here?” the gray haired girl asked, glaring at her. [Y/n] just looked down on her with a smile on her face.

“I am just here to deliver a message. The seven virtues would like to support this hotel!” She says with a grin, Lucifer looked at her suspiciously.

Why wouldn't he? The seven virtues didn't listen to him before. So why now?

“Why now? Why did the seven decide to support this hotel just now?” Lucifer glares.

[Y/n] clapped her hands, Lucifer's eyes landing on the wedding band on her middle finger. It's no longer in her ring finger.

Alastor noticed the way the king of hell looked at the newly appeared angel with so much longing in his eyes. Interesting... Alastor grins.

“First and foremost, heaven apologizes for the yearly cleansing. It was a decision Sera, the high seraphim decided without informing us. We do not condone her actions and she would be faced in a trial.” [y/n] says nonchalantly, putting her hands on her pocket.

Lucifer flinches, he didn't know the decision was Sera's alone.

“Secondly, the hotel works.” [y/n] says with a grin.

This made the others look at her with confusion.

“A certain serpent sinner was redeemed. Ironic as the first one to doom humanity was a serpent and the first one to give humanity hope for redemption is also a serpent.” [y/n] laughs softly, Lucifer's eye twitched.

[Y/n]'s words sparked even more confusion with the others.

“Serpent?” Angel Dust asked, taking a sip of his drink.

“Someone who goes by Sir Pentious is now in heaven. Based on my records, he was a sinner before.” [y/n] says, shrugging.

Their eyes widened at the news. Sir Pentious is alive!

“How can we be so sure you're not lying?” Husk asked, raising an eyebrow at the woman. [Y/n] just chuckles.

“It is up to you if you believe it or not, after all... Angels never lie.” she says with a grin, summoning a small notebook from thin air, flipping through the pages of the notebook to scan for her notes.

“Lastly, I will be helping with the hotel during my scheduled time here. I'll be keeping track of the soul's progress here and research how a soul actually goes to heaven as Sir Pentious' case is a rare one and the first one so... We have no data. Heaven hopes to find more info about this case.” [y/n] explained, “I hope we'll get along.” she says with a grin.

Charlie's eyes widened, progress. Her hotel is making progress. Heaven is slowly helping her.

“Excuse me, Miss...?” Charlie softly calls, not knowing the angel's name.

[Y/n] looked at the smaller girl, patting the girl's head.

“My name is [y/n], also known as the archangel Raphael. One of God's seven virtues. It is a pleasure to finally meet you officially, Ms. Morningstar.” [y/n] introduces herself gracefully. Lucifer is still in awe in how fast she climbed the ranks.

Charlie nodded, finally happy to know the woman.

“Is there a way for us to visit Sir Pentious?” she asked hopefully, the others leaning in and hoping the same thing. [Y/n] closes her notebook, a loud sound sounding from it.

“I am sorry, heaven currently doesn't accept visitation unless necessary. Although, I can send letters back and forth whenever I visit.” She suggested, Charlie's eyes saddened but returned to hopeful. At least they know Sir Pentious is still alive.

“That would be all. I'll see you next time on my visit to keep track of the progress. Until then.” [y/n] says softly bowing at them. Turning her back and slowly walked away from the door.

Stopping, she didn't turn around to face them again.

“And Lucifer...?” she says, hesitating but her voice is vulnerable. Lucifer's breath hitched and the others just looked at the scene with curiosity. It is obvious these two knew each other based on how they already know each when she first arrived. They can practically sense the tension.

“I was wrong and I am sorry.” she says softly. Summoning her three pairs of wings, large and majestic.

She has wings now... Lucifer thought. His eyes softened when he heard her apologize.

“Wait... [Y/n]—” He called out but she didn't listen.

[Y/n] quickly flies away, a portal opening for her and closes after she enters.

“Did anyone else notice the tension...?” Angel asked, voicing out everyone's thoughts, a smirk on his face. Angel didn't mention that he really felt the unspoken romantic tension between the two angelic beings. He's getting more tea.

“This is getting interesting.” Alastor says with a grin and Lucifer knows that the radio demon just found more ways to torment him.

End notes: I know some of you read Alastor's line in Zhongli or Childe's voice lmao. And yes, Azrael and reader divorced each other. I had to ship Azrael with my oc okayy, I need Azrael to have some love 💀

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[bedoballoons]

I can wait until you finish all your previous request before mine.

Maybe if you have time and motivation after finishing all that request.

May I request;

Modern Au! Where Sumeru Boys tells their s/o if they ever miss them just give them a called. Just one step out of the house and closing the door, his phone start ringing only for his s/o calling him and being dramatic saying stuff "COME BACK!!!" "I MISSS YOU<3" and they probably just sweatdrop at this because they were just planning to go out just for a while

Thank you for being so patient and don't worry, this idea gave me a ton of motivation, because.. OH MY GOSH THATS SO FREAKING CUTE!!<3

─⊰⁠⊹ฺ✿𝔾𝕖𝕟𝕤𝕙𝕚𝕟 ℍ𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕔𝕒𝕟𝕠𝕟𝕤⊰⁠⊹ฺ✿─

{༻~Miss you already~༺}

CW: Fluffy!! Modern AU! Kaveh calls the reader honey! Reader is tilted so no one gets who's talking confused!

(Includes: Alhaitham, Tighnari, Kaveh, Wanderer, and Cyno!)

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𑁍༄Alhaitham:

When Alhaitham suggested you called or messaged him whenever you were missing him greatly, he hadn't expected to see your number show up after only being gone two minutes... certainly you couldn't be that lonely already... right? He sighed, answering with a quiet, "Hello?" It was like he could hear the smile that played on your lips when he actually picked up and the happy tone of your voice actually did make him feel a little homesick, "Alhaitham you should come back, I miss you!"

"I haven't even been gone 3 minutes..."

"You say that like you think 3 minutes isn't forever!"

"I'll be back soon, I'm just going to the store."

"Well let's talk on your way there then, I miss you being with me in person, but hearing you talk can quench my addiction for the time being!" He chuckled slightly at your words as if they were silly, but ended up going along with your plan anyway, chatting with you the entire walk to the store, even during shopping and the walk back, until he was home with you once again, holding you in his arms while you told him over and over how much you missed him.

𑁍༄Tighnari:

Tighnari pulled his phone out of his pocket, aware it had buzzed three times now with new messages and he hadn't even made it a quarter of the way to his destination, had he forgotten something? As far as he could tell he wasn't missing anything, he typed his pin and your messages became visible...leaving him shaking his head with a flustered smile.

You: Come back!

You: I miss you to much already!

You: Pleaaase!! I'll make you cookies!

He was seconds away from typing his response when you started calling, leaving him no choice but to answer with a slightly sarcastic chuckle, "You couldn't even last 2 minutes could you? I'm starting to worry you're obsessed with me." He could hear your laughter on the other end and it made his heart skip a beat, maybe he was just as obsessed with you as you were of him.

"You're only now starting to worry about that!? You should come back home and we can talk all about your worries!"

"I'm just returning my book, I'll be back soon."

"I wasn't lying about making cookies..."

He paused mid step thinking about making the warm desserts with you...technically the book wasn't overdue, he could turn it in tomorrow and then he'd still get cookies...

"I know your considering it! Come back! I'll give you extra kisses too!"

The fox sighed in defeat...extra kisses winning him over as turned around.

𑁍༄Kaveh:

Kaveh smiled at the screen, his favourite picture of you displayed alongside your number as the phone rang, he hadn't even made it out of the driveway yet and he could still see you through the window, but he'd made a promise to answer no matter what, after all, he never wanted you to be lonely, "Hi honey..."

"You kept your promise!"

"Of course I did! I do have to get to work though and you know I can't call and drive."

"I know...but I just, missed you already! And knowing you're going to be gone for work all day...I'm going to miss you so much!"

He glanced at you through the window again, noticing the genuine sadness flick across your features at the thought of him being gone all day and he had to admit, it made him want to stay, "I'll call you when I get to work and then you can message me all you like, I'll answer the second I can."

"Promise?"

"I promise...I love you honey."

"I love you too!"

𑁍༄Wanderer:

Wanderer knew this was going to happen, he regretted his words the second they left his lips and as he stared at your number, the annoying song you'd chose for your ringtone playing loudly for everyone to hear, he wondered what had ever made him think this was a good idea in the first place, still he knew if didn't answer he you'd just keep calling, so begrudgingly he picked up, "...hello?"

"Whatcha doin..."

"You know full well I'm walking to the laundromat to pick up our laundry."

He listened as you giggled in the background and for a split second his annoyance ceased to exist,...you really had such a effect on him, stupid human, "How about...you come back and we get the laundry together! I can help carry!"

"I don't need help."

"...just come back so we can walk together. I miss you."

He rolled his eyes at your neediness, despite also finding it kinda cute, "I'm not walking back just cause you have separation anxiety."

"Finnnnne but you better answer all my messages then!"

"...just so you don't miss me to much."

"Yay!!"

𑁍༄Cyno:

Cyno had just barely shut the door behind him when his phone started ringing, he didn't even make it one step and you had already tested his suggestion?, "Is everything alright?"

"Yep! I just missed you!"

"I haven't even left our doorstep yet..."

"Annnd?"

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His cheeks blushed slightly as he glanced through the window in the door, smiling at you while you waved at him, "You're right I have no argument, seems I'm at a loss for words. You could even say I've lost my window of opportunity to come up with some."

You rolled your eyes at his pun and yet still ended up giggling for some reason, "Yeah well then... you could say I'm waving my flag of victory! My reward...one more kiss?"

Cynos eyes met yours and he nodded in response, "One more kiss.."

ଘ(੭*ˊᵕˋ)੭* ੈ♡‧₊˚Have a nice day*⁠.⁠✧

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[anonnwr1ter777]

Jordan Li taking care of u drunk after u had a girls night with marie and cate

(they could never make me hate cate)

- very fluffy i fear 😝

female intended reader(girlfriend mentioned once lol) prolly a little oc jordan

lower case not intended im just lazy 🙏

and tbh idk how to perfectly write drunken characters so i’m gonna resort to ye ole faithful extending the letters to make them sound like they’re sluring!- also this is dialogue heavy 😭

enjoy my loves😝

“Jordannn” Cate all but slurs as she opens the door to her room, revealing you and Marie sprawled out on the floor, giggling.

“oh my god?” Jordan sighs as they look at their girlfriend, who has yet to notice them.

“y-you should’vee camee!! We had so much fun” she pulls them into the room, but not before a drunkenly attempt at whispers “We drank so much!”

Marie looks up to see Jordan. “Noo, dont take (__) we’re having fuuuun!”

This makes you finally look up to see your partner. “Jordannnn!!!” You try your best to stand up without falling, making jordan walk over to help you up.

“Hi baby! I misssed you” you smiled up at them

Jordan fought to stay neutral as they switched in order to support you fully in their male form.

“I missed you too, let me get you back to your dorm”

“Oh boooo! let her stayyy, she can sleep here” Cate complains as she dramatically falls on her bed, making you laugh.

“shh cate it’s okayyy! i wanna go home with them” you fail to shoot cate and marie a wink, which makes the two girls burst out laughing.

“Yep, that’s enough. Say bye to your friends (__)” Jordan laughs when you wave to them as they’re dragging you out.

•~•

“Okay watch your head, there you go- just- no okay please don’t fall” Those words were mostly on replay as Jordan tried to get you back to their dorm without injury.

You finally made it their dorm-only falling once .

“Jordannn, come lay down” you slur, grabbing at their now feminine hands. “Let me get you changed first babe”

You groaned letting your weight fall dead, sinking to the floor on your back.

“Oh Jesus, baby work with me” They laugh and bend down to wipe the hair from your face. “What do you want to wear to bed?”

“I wannnaa wear you” you wink at them before laughing again.

Jordan decided to put you in one of their shirts, you’ve passed out by this point. They slid your shirt off, and theirs on-being careful not to wake you back up.

They lifted your hips to get your jeans off, leaving you in your underwear. Jordan switched and lifted you up from the floor to place you on the bed.

Jordan smiles at your sleeping state, climbing into bed after taking your makeup off and setting out some ibuprofen for you.

Jordan would never admit this, but they loved to take care of you. They loved you, and would do anything for you.

You recall drunk-asking them a while back when you and your group went out to the club- if they ever got tired of having to look after you when you got drunk. They didn’t answer you right away, just softly smiling at you as you leaned into them, fidgeting with the rings on their slender fingers.

“Man you look at her like you’re in love” Andre laughs as he looks at you cuddled up to jordan’s side.

Jordan breaks their stare from you, to look at Andre,with a small smile. “yeah”

“They’re obviously in love, when has jordan cared about anyone but jordan?” Cate laughs and sips her drink.

“Don’t be some haters” you mumbled into jordan’s shoulder.

The group laughed and Jordan pulled you closer.

“Baby” You whispered as you stirred awake. Jordan snapped out of their thoughts, “Yes? are you okay?”

You smiled lazily at their care filled tone, moving yourself to get as close as you can to them, placing your head on their chest.

“I’m okay, i missed youuu so much”

Jordan kissed your head, “I missed you too, let’s go to sleep, you need to sleep this alcohol away”

“I love you too soo muchh, I don’t know what i would do without my nurse Li” You kissed their neck, right above their collarbone.

“(__) i-“

“Nooo shhh, just let mee love youu” you continue to place the soft kisses on anyplace you could reach

“You’re drunk baby”

“I’m in loveee with youu” You exclaim, suddenly climbing on top of them to give them a kiss.

Jordan couldn’t do much but blush and laugh at your display of affection. “You get so affectionate when you’re under the influence” they raise their eyebrows as you smiled at them.

“Shh i’m going to sleeep, i need to uh-“ the words get stuck in your throat when jordan pulls you down to lay on top of them fully.

“Yeah,you do need to sleep” they laughed.

silence engulfed the dorm, you had finally fell asleep- snuggled into your partners arms.

Jordan smiled as you were finally getting the rest you needed.

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“you never said it back jordan” you mumbled out of your sleep, eyes still closed.

“hm?”

“I love you”

“you didn’t let me say it back” They teased, a blush rising to their cheeks.

“Jordannn” you whined

“i love you too”

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Thanks for reading LMFAOO

i know this was definitely bad cause i haven’t wrote in forever but i see the lack of posts and figured if i could help with the jordan li addiction i would try🙏🙏

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[arminsblackbimbo]

yes or yes

blackbimbo!reader x country boy aoi todou

tw: mdni, inexperienced reader, very spoiled reader, sloppy kissing, virgin reader, messy oral (fem. r), missonarry, mentions of blood, nipple play, choking mention, reader calls todo "to' ", babycakes as endearment, and lots of pouting !!

you're a spoiled thing

always been spoiled and always got your way with whatever you wanted. prancing around in pink with your pretty bows. never lifting a finger ever. causing your parents to hire nice farm boys to do all the heavy lifting on your family's farm.

all the boys in town wanted to get in those little skirts you wore, always flirting with you and peeking under your skirtsl when you bend over. playing with your feelings. your parents always having to save you from their evil intent

you never knew when they were flirting with you, you just assumed they were being nice to you. always helping you, always getting close to you until your snatched from their grasp by your loved ones.

todo watched you walk out your house all done up while he was throwing hay as far as he can, arms bulging with muscles as he observed you say your greetings to the animals in their pens.

a mini skirt and a short top that just cover you push up bra and shoulders leaving your bare stomach out. of course leaving plenty cleavage. smiling at your pets (the farm animals). they are damn there like your pets every last one of them. finding ways sometimes to sneak them in the house for comfort.

you are stunning in the sun light as you travel to the chickens that you've given each their own names. patting their little heads and feeding them out the palm of your hand.

kissing the ducks and goats on their head leaving a little bit off your lipliner on their fur and feathers. he gets so entranced by the way you're so kind to things that would end up on his dinner plate. it makes him see your sincere ways

of course you have on you pretty pink heels some how missing all the manure and mud that lays on the ground. the hard working boys are moving fast to pick up the mess so your pretty feet don't get dirty.

it doesn't matter how fast they move because at the end of each day your telling your daddy about all the mud that got on your shoes and orders one of the farm boys to get to cleaning

"hii todo" your smiling hard waving your hand excitedly as you say your daily greetings. chest bouncing while you wave. so friendly and clueless at the eyes that wander while you do something so innocent

he missses you saying hi to everyone else he's just to concentrated on waving back and saying his daily "hi miss (୨୧)"

sneaking into your room slowly not to alert everyone sleep in the farmhouse. all the employees having their own rooms in the back of the house, he has to travel through the large flat home to the east wing.

praying your daddy doesn't wake up and snatch him out his skin, on the west side. being extra quiet shutting the door behind him. he just wanted to give you a goodnight kiss before you go to bed, which you have grown to love.

“omgg todo i’ve missed youuu !!!!” you jump up and down on your knees. his white beater and sweatpants looks so good on his wide body. seeing his thick length swinging free in his sweats as he tells you to shush.

“babycakes hush up !!” he holds his finger up to his lips giving you a nervous look. on you knees looking so cute and innocent on your pretty pink sheets. wearing a nightgown that cups your breast and flows at your hips. making him eye you up and down.

"i'm sorry to' im just so excited" you launch up out of your bed standing on the sheets on your painted white toes. you walk towards him. jumping on him and putting your legs tightly around him. he has to hold your butt to keep you up on burly body.

"i missed you too" his chest rumbles as he says it. the tone low and gravely. maybe it's the way your legs are wide open around his body but for some reason you feel thumps in your underwear. it's thumping so hard against him. you hope he doesn't feel it.

your whine now grabbing his neck it almost sound like crying. "you ok babycakes ?" he reaches underneath your flowy night gown to rub his heavy hand on your back. you lip is poked out , you stick your face into his neck, gripping his waist tightly.

him rubbing your back is making the rhythm in your panties jump with your heartbeat. and his one hand on your butt occasionally gripping the flesh there, hand making contact with your underwear covered backside.

you whine almost wanting to jump out of his hands from the pleasure your feeling all of sudden. usually your kisses were innocent just wanting to have his lips on yours, never feeling like how you do now. y'all first couple of kisses being messy and unorganized. you've just now got the hang of his lips on yours.

you start to squirm in his hands making him have to grip you tighter. "i just want my kisses todo" your muffled in his neck. he pats your butt lightly making you whine "what do you say baby ?" he's gripping your flesh tighter "please to' " while your hands are tight around his neck.

you lift you head up to look at him lips trembling cause your not getting your way. your so spoiled. he goes to peck you trembling lips. "it's ok baby, ill give you all the kisses" he pecks you lips harder kissing your lips a little feverish. gripping your tightly. you try and move your lips faster against his but you just can't keep up he's moving to fast.

your lips slow him down he wants his pretty girl to kiss him slow. so slow that you start to feel fuzzy in your skin. feel like your getting too hot for your clothes. even the a.c. in your room is not helping. you pull away and breathe against his pillow like lips. you know what needs to be done to relieve your body of this temptation.

"todo i want you to touch me " he eyes widen as you look into them. "w-w- what do you mean, i'm touching you right now babycakes" he looks so cute stammering and his cheeks heating up.

"no, i want you to touch me right 'ere" your hand goes to touch the front of your panties while you hand lingers there you make contact with his bulge. he hisses a little not use to the feeling. he shudders, his body shaking. soft ohs leaving his lips at the realization of what you want him to do.

he sits you both down in the bed. needing to control his emotions. you still in his arms now sitting in his lap. "you sure babycakes ?" your eyebrows furrow up at his question. yes your sure. you want him to touch you badly. so badly why his he not doing what you want him to do ? you just told him what to do.

do all boys do this? "if you don't touch me, i'm gonna get somebody else too" you pout at him. your upset at him at such caution he is taking. you need him to have urgency this is an important issue you have. you just can't quite put you finger on it but it feels drastic in between your thighs.

looking at you being pouty and a brat he sucks his teeth at you. your something else knowing those boys down the hall are just waiting for one syllables of your approval to jump on you. the hand gripping the flesh of you butt goes give you a rough love tap on the fat there "ah cut it out, baby your so spoiled"

your whining at the hit. crossing your arms in front of your chest. he puts both hands on each check of your butt. rotating his palms in circles. "i want to touch you, but i want you to be sure because you can never take back what i'm about to do to you, do you understand ?"

you gulp lowly. you really want him. nodding your head. liking the way your tingling in his hands is making you breathe shorten and stagger. "come on, baby you gotta say it ?" he moves to your ear and whispered into it.

your eyes watering at the need that you are feeling "yes please touch me todo" you grip on his hard arm muscles getting excited. tears welling in your eyes even more. feeling him give your earlobe a soft lick at your pleases. makes you almost shake in his hold.

he likes how you react to his movements. going to suck on the skin of your ear. he continues his sucking on your soft skin and moves down to where your ear and neck meet. your legs feel so jelly like, you can barely move them it's like static.

"ok baby, i'll give you whatever you want " he had so much love in his eyes. he lies you on your back in your pink sheets. loving how you wrapping around him tighter like a koala. and tongue licking up your neck looking for a good spot for him to start sucking on the skin. lips smacking against your jaw line when he pulls away from the hard suckling of his lips.

his lips going back to make another bruise on your throat. his heavy body on top of you makes the pleasure your feeling even more intense. slight whimpers of the contact starting to make you dizzy. you can feel something so big on your panties. it's making friction with you as todo moves on top of you.

the feeling of his burly body between your legs was enough to make you moan. on top of him sucking on your neck making you feel you buzz in your skin. he is just as excited as you were. he almost impatient but he wants this to be perfect for your first time.

going to take your nightgown off he feels you become tense. "it's ok, it's only me" he consoles you pulling the cloth up slowly while you shake your head ok. your nervous for him to see everything. as your clothing flies over your head. he looks at you with admiration. he sees your blemish free skin and your supple breast that sit on your chest.

you moisturized after your bath, you skin glistening in the soft light of your room. the air conditioning making your skin prickle and the peaks on your chest harden. he is breathless as he looks at you "you're so beautiful" he cups your breast in his hands. hands squeezing with pressure making you whine a lilttle.

he goes to give you a light kiss on the peak of skin there sticking his tongue out a little to get just a small taste of you, he can't resist himself. getting a taste of the shine on your skin you taste so good. kissing each nipple just once. he groans while he kisses the flesh. hands gripping your supple skin, your so soft.

opposite from his hands that are rough with farm work. he lets your breast go. he wants to hold them longer but he'll be stuck if he does. stuck looking at your beauty.

he slips his hands down your stomach hands tight on your abdomen liking how it curves out for your hip. he looks at your pretty panties that have a little bow on the front. "so cute" he smiles at the undergarments. you can feel your cheeks get hot at him staring at you so fondly.

he works the cute underwear off of your hips, wasting no time in seeing your whole body. and of course what lies under the drenched cloth is something he doesn't want to take his eyes off of. it's so pretty and plump. he has to get on his chest on the bed and get a closer look.

the brown swirls of skin and you little hole that pushes out more and more of your juices. everything he has dreamed of. it makes him so hard in his pants he has to breathe slowly. "she's so pretty" it's makes you blush that he can be so soft about things like this. his breath touching the liquid down below.

his fingers itch to touch you and he can't help himself when he brings your juices to your clit. he circles your slimy skin under his fingertips. you almost jump out of the bed at the feeling, you feel your skin become on fire his touches so tenderly where your most sensitive. just small circles feeling you pulse under his fingertips as he continues to warm you up. your soft sounds make him want a taste of you.

pulling his fingers back to see your stickiness try and keep him in place but his mouth is greedy. wants a taste, needs to taste you so bad it makes him needy. putting your legs over his shoulders. he has closer look at you. he mouth is watering as he makes one broad lick to your folds.

his licking you softly tasting where your most fertile. loving how to twitch and whine. you moan so softly he wouldn't hear you if he wasn't listening. hearing your breath quicken while he licks you up so sensual. quickening his tounge causes you to hear your wettness connect with his spit.

his lips go to suck tenderly on your clit. his strong arms locked around your back he can feel you arch in his hold. you back coming off the bed as you start to cry out louder. the suction of his lips doesn't stop the movement of his tongue. making you try and get away from the pleasure.

"ahh to' " he looks up at you head thrown back, with your pretty lips open for your moans to come out. your gaining volume "baby cakes you gotta be quiet" he speaks against you.

your cheeks heat up at his words "i'm sorry" your embrassed by your loudness as you cover you face with you hands. you feel him sigh against you

"it's ok baby just don't be so loud" he kisses your sticky skin and goes back to slurping you juices in his mouth. loving the taste of you his tongue lapping at you. your so wet it dripping out of you so much he had to work fast to swallow it all up.

he just started but you feel you toes start to buzz flexing over his shoulders. you start to move your hips around, his hands having to keep you steady as he feast on you. it feels so good you have to bite on your lip to contain your sounds.

"ugh todo" the pleasure makes it hard for dialogue. for you to even think. you just can think about its making you feel like your ears are popping. your hands making way into his hair that is in a bun.

your grip the hair in effort to make him at least slow the carress of his tongue. hands shaking on his head. his own hands come to your legs to pull them back just a little more so he can push his face in more. it feels more intense like he has more access.

you have to put you hand over your mouth as you feel your moans in your throat threaten to come out. while todo eats away at you slopply makingg it has slurp sounds and your wetness bouncing off the of the the your room walls of your room.

your calf start to flex and you start to feel a shaking sensation start in your legs it's a sweet pleasure that moves through you right into your stomach and you moan loudly in your hand it's hard to breathe with on of you air supplies cut off.

loud moans behind you hand and he just can't get enough of you it makes his eyes roll back when you juices squirt in his mouth and your legs shake in his hands. so cute for him. he so happy that his fantasies get to come true.

he slurp you up one last time and give you one last special kiss that makes you jump on the bed as he pulls himself up to look at you. you spread out for him and breathing hard your hand over your face collecting yourself.

he come close to your face and kisses your hand away and looks you in your tired eyes "you still want me babycakes" you shake your head fast still catching your breath. grabbing you face and squishing your cheeks together "what do you say" lips smushed together "yes, todo please"

he pecks your puckered lips and start to work his way out his clothes. taking the white beater off to show his big chest and his hard stomach. he moves slow taking off his sweatpants not wearing not underneath you automatically met with his long length.

it's so pretty and it's so big. his brown skin coats everything, tanned so perfectly. he lets you stare at him just as he admired you. letting your eyes wander all over him. "can i call you pretty too ?" you ask innocently.

he laughs a little it makes his body shake lightly with it. even the thickness between his thighs. you eyes never leaving it even as he answers. "of course you can baby" your so cute to him. as you cheeks get hot at his answer and you shy away

he position his arms in the crook of your knees. spreading them wide, keeping them suspended there with his rod of arms so you are open for him to see.

"i'm not flexible todo, that hurts" the sudden stretch in your muscles makes you pout. your bottom lip shaking while you feel your hips stretch with your legs. never being in this position before makes it hard for you

"all ya' do is whine all day just be quiet real quick baby" he moved one palm off the bed and goes to grab the column of your throat just to hold you secure to shut you up. not to hurt you he could never hurt his baby. but he can only take so much whining.

"why are you being mean to me" you lip is wobbling at him. he looks at your eyes beginning to water. "not mean baby just want you spread for me is that ok ?" pecking you lips to stop your eyes from the tears.

"it's ok" you whispers softly against his lips. suddenly feeling that thumping from the beginning of the weight come back in worse it like your on fire. you initiate the first kisses that start his grinding against your sloppy entrance him rubbing against you skin to skin makes you hum into him

you leaking a lot, plenty of juices to coat him entirely. he pulls away breathlessly and rest his forehead against you. he's almost just as needy as you. he sits himself up and looks down at the mess you've made in such little time.

spread your juices all over him. while you just watch him in amazement. he's ready to have you. he positions his arms back where they were. spreading you just a little wider for him. he can see you pulsing waiting for him. 

pressing one last kiss to your lips he pressing into you slowly, you can hear a pop as he slips inside finally. the tip of him entering your wetness. you try and relax but his width making you tense up. as you whine at the intrusion.

"it's ok, it's ok " he pecks your face with little kisses to calm you down. your chest heaves as you breathe hard to relax your being teared into. even with just the tip he is spreading you wide. you can feel your breathe escape you.

you try and breathe when you feel him slowly add more of his length into you but you can barely keep up. holding onto his arms as you whine from the way he trynna work more in. while you breathe in out slowly. todo making kisses across your face relaxing you in the process.

grabbing him by the neck you push your face into his neck his body weight on top of you causes you to be stretched out more. your legs twitching beside his arms. "mmh todo it hurts" you face smushes into his skin.

"you ok ?" he sucks on your neck the suckling making you pull your head back. you skin is humming as the pressure in your pelvis. he can feel you nod your head into his skin. "come on babycakes use your words" you huff out in annoyance.

"yes todo, please" you whine into his strong neck liking how when he moves his arms you legs stretch out even more. he careful pushing more into you, your walls clenching tight around him. he's happy you can't see his eyes roll back in his head. breathing hard into your soft skin.

so wet for him. it's leaking under you making the bed wet. he has to moan softly he feels bad knowing your in pain while he is in pleasure. his tip leaking more precum into your walls.

he's almost flush with you with one more thrust in. you can feel the pressure move deeper inside you as you stretch to accept him. with one final push of his hips he pops inside. hips touching yours all the way. you feel him poke something that has you body shaking. eyes seeing the back of your head as you moan into todo neck gripping him with both arms.

your moan right in his ear making his sensors go off. "you feel ok babycakes" you whine at his question shaking your head into his skin "that felt good to' " his arms flex at the new realization. he pulls his face up to look at you. "you like be fulled up don't you doll" he looks at you eyes while you pout. your embrassed at him looking at you so vulnerable

he pulls his hips all the way back looking down at the slight tint of red in the cream that leaks out of you. leaving just the tip in for you to suction on. rolls his hips slow making sure to be flush with you once again and now he can see you convulse with thrill and your head thrown back. legs quierving within his arms.

"mmm it feels so good todo" you now see the pleasure that all your friends talk about the things you read about. you feel him in your stomach making your moans gain volume, you swollen lips open to let the noise out. you can hear your wetness moving with todo movements too causing your room to grow with sound. he goes to shut you with lips allowing you to moan in his mouth

his strokes are long and detailed, your back almost coming off the bed as you arch up from him hitting a spot deep inside of you. his tongue circling with yours in your mouth. the moans muffled in by both of you

his hips moving but so slow hitting the spots so deep in you that you want him to hit them with more urgency. you pull you and todo lips apart "harder to' " whining out against his lips. his hands gripping into the sheets. he still moves at almost a snail pace and moving his hips to have a long stoke enter you.

he looks at you in the eyes seeing you tense your eyebrows at his slow pace. his arms spread you out more allows him to go almost deeper than before making you eyes flutter. "mmm go harder todo" he is not listening still pistioning his hip slowly make you stretch around him so slow. your walls are tender as the stretch around him accepting his big length as he hip reach even further each thrust.

he moves his hand to grab at your neck. adding a small amount of pressure as you pulse around him. "stop wit all that whinin, that's not how you ask baby" his hand squeezing a little tighter. your breath being caught in your throat. todo always teaching you to use your manners even in an intimate moment like this.

tears almost sprouting in your inner corner "please, todo go harder" you look so pretty with tears in your eyes, spread open for him to see all your cream that coats you and him, making obscene noise. hand on your throat as you bottom lip shakes. "as you wish, baby" he moves to suck on your lip that is wobbling liking how you suck on his top lip too.

he takes his hand from your neck to press on your stomach while moving closer to where you're most sensitive. his big palm pressing adding pressure on top of pressure of him inside of you. his fingertips choose to rub your sensitive flesh in slimy circles. your clit thumping under his fingers. your hips jump up at the feeling . your juices gushing even more.

pulling out of you all the way seeing your hole push out even more cream your hole looks so pretty as it pulses for him. still moving your sticky flesh in circles. your skin buzzing almost hearing the buzz in your ears.

he positions his tip again as he slowly pushes in and it feels like the first time all over again he's so big stretching you so wide. only the tip in and with so much wettness he is able to snap his hips into you. the rough treatment making your body move with thrust it almost hurt but at the same time it feels so good.

your shaking like a leaf, feeling so good you can't help and moan out loud. " babycakes what's wrong ?" you face pouting deep as he thrust harder again making you cry out. "ain't this what you wanted ?" he starting a harsh pace of thrust that makes your legs tremble and with him rubbing on you it's making you start to clench around him tighter then you already are.

todo groans as the his strong strokes almost becomes to much for even him. as he starts clenching his jaw to control himself not wanting to be too rough with you. "ahhhh todo i-i think i-i-i'm -" your mouth can even keep up with brain as it thumps in your head from todo as he surrounds you his burly body keeping you suffocated by him.

your eyes rolling all the way back as you shake violently as liquid goes in a stream in between your bodies. his rubbing causing it to spray instead of stay in a steady stream of juices. "there you go babycakes, don't you feel better you were all pent up" he sweet talks you watching you relax into your pleasure

but he doesn't stop his movement making your limbs shake stronger and you continue to spray out your wettness on to his stomach. "ahhh to' please i can't take it" your french tip toes flex so hard your tensed up. he moves his hand away from your swolleness to hold you neck once more to kiss your pretty lips.

his tongue moving fast he hasn't taught you about all of this, the way his tongue is trynna suck on yours letting spit gather in both of y'all's mouth. you feel him start to move around moving his arms to circle at your waist but he brings your legs into the tight embrace the crook of you knees in the crook of his arms keep your legs secure as wraps his arms around your waist.

"oww todo that hu-" he doesn't even let you finish up he just goes right back to kiss on you. kissing messy as you try to kiss him at the same speed but he is moving faster than you. keeping you distracted he start thrusting hard and with your knees to your stomach like this it feels even deeper it feels like it's touching the back of your walls making you lurch in his hold.

he hips so strong that his stride is not ruined by your hips moving trying to get away from him. the pleasure makes black dots appear in your vision. your shaking hand having to come to his flexing stomach to try and slow him down but really he is to distracted by how wet you are to even see your little hand try and push him away.

his lips now breathe hard on you you can finally hear his moans. they are deep in his chest but some are high pitched you never heard him make any of these noises. the way his hips almost move faster from his hard pace making you see stars.

"ugh todo gimmie it i-i-i can take it" it's almost like he can't snap out of it. the trance you have him in maybe it's soul connecting with yours from the intamicy your bodies share. you babbling against his lips it's almost like nosense hiccuping random words together.

your legs involuntary jerking in his hold. his grunts get louder. it's almost like he embrassed trying to kiss you to quiet himself but it just bounces off the sounds your making. he has to resort to other things moving his head down to your chest to suck on the peak of your breast. twirling his tongue his moans muffled by your chest. this different sensation on top of the way he is abusing where your the most plump.

you body feels like pins are shooting through everywhere and you can't even prepare yourself for the stream of juices that leave you making you silently scream out. you clench up so tight he has no choice but to release into you the warm liquid is such a unique feeling. it makes your plush walls even tighter around him pulsing hard.

he happy he choose to suck on your soft skin because he is sure he would have made plenty of noise for everyone to hear. he still sucks when he comes down from his high of euphoria he had stilled his hips fully contected to you while he grinds into you tip tapping at back of your walls

the swollenness of your walls gripping him tight while he grinds. you body shaking and your eyeballs in the back of your head. your gripping on his shoulders. suckling never stopping making you tingle.

you can feel the air from his nose hitting you skin as he overstimulates himself while grinding. static is what your skin feels like when he stills himself with deep groans. he comes up for air to check on you. you look so worn out and tired but your usual pout is a small smile. content on how you body is feeling

he just laughs at you while you eyes start to close from exhaustion. he lets you rest while trying to pull out but you don't allow it, putting your hands at his waist to keep him in you. when your legs are set free from his grasp you pull them around his waist tight keeping him extremely flush with you

moaning in overstimulation at the feeling. he just sighs and lets you. knowing it's going to be hassle to get you in the tub to wash him off you. but he content with everything that has conspired.

your lip is still poked out later on when he says he has to give you a break and you cant get no more of his loving. he has to teach that you can't always get your way. but he fails because your just too sweet for him to handle. he did say your were spoiled as can be.



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The sun rays peek through your window and the birds’ chirps awake you from your slumber.

Or maybe it’s the snoring of a drowsy Adam, who was lying beside you, though you’ve inured yourself to his unconscious noises for ages.

You get up from your bed, just to almost have your legs give way under you, thanks to the fact that you had to be pounded by your husband, as you promised to him.

Last night felt like a chore. You feel really bad for thinking it, but it really did. 

You’re not an expert, but sex should feel enjoyable, by all sides involved, but with Adam, it feels like an obligatory activity.

You spend the next 25 minutes brushing your teeth, showering and getting ready for the day. Since there’s nothing to do at home (well, there’s nothing to do at home) you decide that this is a good time to be productive.

You head into the kitchen and scrutinise each and every ingredient that graces your pantry.

“Hmm, maybe this would work…”  You grab flour, eggs, milk and a frying pan…

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The smell of buttery pancakes drifts throughout the kitchen. You sit down in your chair and take a bite of your breakfast.

The pancakes themselves were lovely; the consistency was just right and the flavour was something to die again for, courtesy of Heaven’s always perfect ingredients.

Heaven…. 

‘Perfect’ Heaven.

Up until a few weeks ago, you would have believed that sentimental saying that you hear being thrown around on multiple occasions, but now, those words seem like direct opposites of each other, an oxymoron even.

The mere thought of it sets an uneasy feeling in your stomach.

You shakily finish one pancake, and neatly leave the rest in the microwave. 

You have more pressing matters to get on about today, and pancakes aren’t one of them, though you want it to be. 

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“Welcome to Heaven, how can I help?” The Saint looks up from his logbook with a face coloured with surprise when he recognises you.

“Y/N! How’ve ya been?” 

“I’m doing good,” you smile up at the angel behind the pedestal.

“So, what can I do for the wonderful wife of Adam, hm?” St. Peter clicks his tongue and finger guns.

“Well, Peter, is there a chance you could show me the list of Heaven’s recent residents? There’s a certain person I’m looking for…” Realisation hits you like a truck. Would this information be classified? You wouldn’t know until-

“Yeah sure, here!” The Saint passes you a page with written names and dates.

“This is a list of  Heaven’s newest angels from up to a month ago. I hope you find who you’re looking for!” 

“Thanks Pete, you’re a Saint,” 

“Well, I am Saint Peter after all, ah bye-bye!” 

Well that was easier than anticipated. 

Now you need a private place to mull it over…

You walk through the brightly lit heavenly streets and bump into someone, sending you and your papers flying.

“Oh my, misss, I am ssssso ssssorry,” The person bends down to collect the papers.

“No, no it’s fine, sorry-” your voice gets stuck in your throat. You take a close look at the person collecting your papers.

The person, or, you should say snake, was sporting a smart coat, top hat, and eyes in his hair?

He was familiar. Where have you seen him before?

Your eyes dilate in recognition.

He was pixel perfect to the mural that Charlie showed you the other day.

“Excuse me for asking, but are you Sir Pentious?” 

The snake demon, or angel, looks around before leaning in. 

“Depends on who’sssss asssking,”

“Oh uh,” you think for a moment. How do you explain that you know he was a demon, without seeming like a stalker of sorts. 

Clearly, this isn’t the subject to have casually in the street.

“Here, let me explain over tea and cookies, hm? My treat!” You grab the hand of Pentious gently and head to the nearest café.

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“And ssso, thisss Adam guy just sssnapped me out of existence, and now I’m here, but without my egg boisss,” Pentious explains while indulging himself with a Pain un Chocolat, eyes welling while doing so.

“Huh, I see. So Charlie’s plan does work,” you mumble to yourself. “And I apologise for my husband, by the way,”

The snake pales, his skin now ashy.  “He’ssss, your husssband?” he instinctively pushes away from you in his seat.

“Yes, but don’t worry, I’m not going to hurt you. I just promised Charlie that I would help her with the hotel and redemption and all that…”

“Oh I sssee. Here’ss my card if you need anything more,” He produces a card and hands it to you, and you accept it graciously, despite it having a slimy residue on it. 

“Great! I have to go now but it was nice meeting you,”  you shake his hand and leave the café.

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“So, what’s it like having sex with the first man? What are your orgasms like?”

“Angel, don’t torment the poor girl,” 

“Whaat? Just askin’” Angel groans and puts his phone on the countertop of the bar.

Apparently, Charlie has gone AWOL, along with Vaggie and Lucifer, the three people that deserve to be the first people aware of the gratifying information you are holding.  

This tension is getting you antsy, but you answer your newfound bestie’s question.

“Overrated to be honest. Not meaningful in the slightest,” Your blunt answer stuns Angel and Husk for a moment.

“What’s this about orgasms?” You turn back to the entrance of the hotel.

Shit. 

The one person whom you didn’t want to hear you say that, was standing in front of you, holding about 10 shopping bags, his daughter and his daughter’s partner  following suit.

God, what must he think? You want to slam your head into the table, but you refrain yourself.

“Uh Dad?” Charlie taps her dad’s shoulder.

“Maybe let’s refrain from talking your way into the sex life of guests? Anyway, how are you, Y/N? I hope everything’s alright?” Charlie inadvertently snapping you out of your apparent embarrassment.

“Oh yes! Not just alright; absolutely amazing actually. I have important information to tell you so forgive me for my impromptu visit, but it clearly cannot wait,” you practically jump out of your chair, bursting with energy. 

My, you haven’t felt this emotion since…

Well, let’s not get ahead of ourselves.

“Well, I did some digging and…” you grab the crusted card from your bag.

“Well, congratulations to you, Miss Charlie Morningstar, Princess of Hell, because your dream is a reality!” You flourish the card to Charlie, and she takes it.

She blinks. 

Everyone else blinks.

“Uh, what is this exactly?”

You groan. Fun police much? 

“Sinners can be redeemed, I found Sir Pentious in Heaven just this morning,” you concede, impatiently tapping the card.

“Wait really? You aren’t just messing with me?” Charlie’s eyes practically shone with stars.

“Angels aren’t known for that darling.” 

As soon as you say that Charlie squeals and jumps up and down, ecstatic.

“Thankyouthankyouthankyooouuuuuu!” She gushes and hugs you extremely tight, constraining your lungs, but you really don’t care.

“This is a pleasant surprise,” You pull away to have Alastor behind you, with that ever-so-familiar-yet-unpleasant grin. 

When did he get here?

“Seems like out little Morningstar is becoming quite the entrepreneur,” Alastor places a hand on Charlie’s shoulder, as though they are father-daughter.

Father-daughter, where the daughter’s biological dad is directly beside them. 

“Hey, hey now, get your slimy claws off of my daughter, would ya?” Lucifer asks the Radio demon, half laughing.

“Oh? The same daughter you’ve abandoned for countless years on end? The same daughter who had to build this establishment by herself, with no support. The same daughter I’ve been faithful to, in comparison to you? I’ve stuck through thick and thin with her. Hell, I probably fit the Dad position by definition,” 

The room is loud with silence; you could probably hear a pin drop.

Alastor’s voice carries those words in a seemingly defensive manner, but you can tell that those words don’t hold any meaning to him.

It seems like you’re the only person to realise that, because with the slam of a door, Lucifer exits the room, leaving an aura of pure anger and jealousy behind.

“Dad!” 

“Charlie, maybe you should give him a breath of fresh air-” Vaggie tries pulling her back.

“No! Vaggie, he needs someone to be there with him. God knows what he will do and what if-” Charlie is in a craze to get to the door. 

“I’ll go,” you say abruptly. Without question, you go through the door.

꧁ꕥ❂♕☻☹☻♕❂ꕥ❂♕☻☹☻♕❂ꕥ❂♕☻☹☻♕❂ꕥ❂♕☻☹☻♕❂ꕥ꧂

“Hey, it’s really hot out here, you know,” you stand at the garden door, as the king gazes out on Hell’s not-so-perfect landscape depressingly.

Silence. 

“Alastor was just pulling your leg back there, he just wanted to piss you off,” you stand beside him, keeping an appropriate distance.

“I know. That’s not the problem. The problem is that-” his voice hitches.

“Go on,”

“The problem is, is the fact he’s not even wrong; I left Charlie with nothing, she had to support herself before help came along, I barely was there for her throughout all of this, until the very last moment, when she didn’t even need me anymore,” The King of Hell rambles, and fidgets with a small yellow thing in his hand. A bird of some sorts.

A duck? 

“I can’t do anything right,” he continues.

Okay, you have to stop getting sidetracked by meagre things. 

“Lucifer, listen. Yes, you may not have been there for her before, but you’re here now, and you are ready to help. Yes, I know it’s scary, yes I know it’s hard, but I have an inkling that Charlie would love to start having a bond with her father again. Also, you know her and how she is; she isn’t the type to shut you out. Just try to put some work into it, okay?” 

That felt like more of a ramble, than advice, but it seems to suffice for the King of Hell. 

“Thank you. I really know why Charlie has taken a liking to you…” he trails off, continuing to fidget with the rubber duck. He squeezes it, and it plays a short, spunky tune. 

“And see? Atleast you’re doing something small for now, you should take it easy. By the way, that’s the most adorable rubber duck!” You gush at the plastic fellow, earning a smirk from Lucifer.

“Oh? Changing the subject are we?” The fallen angel teases.

Well, that was out of nowhere, but you just go with the flow.

“Yeah, and what? That’s a fuckin’ cool duck, so I apologise for acknowledging that fact,”

“Ah well, I have better. By the way, why are you talking about orgasms to that porn star- I mean Angel, back there?” 

Oh yeah. That happened. 

“Gee, why does everyone want to know the juicy details of my life? But really,he was just interested in my sex life, that’s all,” 

“Interesting. You know I slept with 2 of Adam’s previous wives?”

“Don’t even try,” you give him a playful shove.

“Eh, worth a shot,” 

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You and the blond-haired demon go back inside, giggling about some disastrous function you went to when you were younger, and how you may or may not have been the leading cause.

Thankfully, the only person in the lobby was Charlie, who jumped to hug her father the second she saw the two of you, making them both cry and profusely apologise to one another.

Yeah, maybe it’s a good time to go. Maybe quietly too this time. 

You open the portal, and you are back in Heaven again, in front of the pearly gates of the place you call home. 

As you open the door and turn into the living room, you nearly jump out of your skin.

“Hey,” The sound of your husband’s voice rings through your ears.

“I ate your pancakes from this morning,” 

“Alright. I’ll make dinner soon, but I’m tired right now,” you pave your way to your bedroom, when Adam pulls you back.

“Where were you even?”

“Places,” you try to pull away, but the First Man doesn’t relent.

“Where? You weren’t in Heaven, were you?” 

“Alright fine. I was in Hell, cleaning up the mess you and your little play soldiers made by the way,” 

“Were you not there the other day? Why are you so attached to this-” Cogs turn in Adam’s head.

“You were with him, weren’t you? You fucking slut,” Adam’s hand swiftly slaps you across the face. A small cut of golden blood streaks down your face.

“What the fuck? Of course Lucifer is gonna be there, you dumbass?! Why do you think I’m gonna sleep with-” You dodge a flying porcelain jug that was headed in your general direction.

“That fucking demon, thinking he’s hot shit and- and all, just fucking whoever he wants-” The Angel starts storming around the living room, just throwing random shit about, like a kid having a tantrum, making colourful insults while doing so.

You sigh and go into the kitchen to make dinner; hopefully Adam would have blown off enough steam by then.

“Oh and- You better not go back there again, you got it?” 

“…Fine,” You slam the door behind you.

Clearly, you have to be more furtive about your visits to the underworld.

For now, maybe you should cook some dinner, and a warm bath.

Your back really hurts.

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[otakufimi]

Re-watching Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban. My thoughts:

In the train, the dementors attack more than one compartment surely, so imagine Remus giving chocolate to each compartment on his way to talk to the driver.

Also, Remus gives Harry chocolate after the Dementors attack because chocolate is known to increase serotonin, and serotonin is known to be the "happiness hormone".

In the professor's table Snape and Lupin sat next to each other, imagine Remus trying to be civil and Snape not having it. (Is that why he enjoys so much seeing Snape in drag, you know in the boggarts class, because he tried to put the past behind but Snape is still in the past?)

When Harry is learning the Patronus charm, Remus uses a boggart as a Dementor. If it's a boggart, why does it have the "powers" of a Dementor??

Harry fearing fear itself + people with anxiety fearing fear itself (I studied this)= Harry has anxiety

There are so many wordless and wandless spells in this movie, especially from Remus.

I know there's the theory that Fred and George saw Peter sleeping with Ron on the map, but, what if they never saw him because they only check out on their siblings (especifically the little ones, Ron and Ginny) if something happened to them. Like when Ginny when misssing, because she was trapped in the Chamber of Secrets.

The first thing that Remus does when he transforms is call his pack (Padfoot, Prongs and Wormtail), but they don't come. What if he approached Harry because he saw him as pack? What if he attacked Snape because he saw him "trying to hurt" Harry, his pack?

#harry potter and the prisoner of azkaban #movie #re watch #harry potter #ron weasley #hermione granger #remus lupin #sirius black #severus snape

[starsomens]

Tell me that Noah would not be an absolute angel taking care of you after a night of drinking. He would be so sweet and gentle with you, getting you into comfy clothes, putting your hair up, taking off your makeup, and setting up water and pain killers for the morning. I just imagine him softly agreeing with every drunken thought spilled from your mouth in the process. 😭

YES HE WOULD! And the fact that he’s asked you how to take off your make up and tie your hair. and when asked he goes

“Oh just for future reference “

Next thing you know he’s trying to get you up the stairs almost like showing a toddler how to use them for the first time.

“Good, now the other Foot you got it”

“*gasssaappp* I am dating…a rock start!” You say in absolute shock “oh my gosssshh”

“Yes you are baby,”

“Huh no! Not yur Babi…” you slur “histh Babi”

You said pointing to a picture hung over the states of you and Noah

“Wow, you guys look so cute together!” He answers sarcastically

While getting your make up off it was hard keeping you awake. Getting your mascara,the smudged lipstick, it took a couple of sips but he finally got it off! He had you rinse out your mouth with mouth wash and drink some water before bed. When he got into his side of the bed he cuddled into you and holds you close, your head in his chest when you suddenly move your head up

“Noah!”

“Yes baby it’s me” he answers “now sleep you need rest” he said trying to get you to calm down

“Noah! I misss you!” You said in a whimper nearly crying

“Sh sh, babes I know! It’s okay I’m here right?” He confirms with you “….right?”

*SNOREE* “…well at least she’s out”

#bad omens #noah sebastian #star’s anons✨ #bad omens cult #noahsebastian #badomens

[kiiamn]

The innocence of pies

It was wrong. All wrong.

I sat at the end of the table, and looked at the end of this years thanksgiving feast.

We were having apple pie and ice cream, and my aunt was getting a knife to slice it up, for everyone to… enjoy.

…

My aunt found the knives. calm down, calm down

…

She returned. im not calming down

…

She's about to slice into the–

"No!" The words slipped out if my mouth. The screams of my mind unable to be contained. And… and everyone was looking at me now.

"We… shouldnt cut open the pie," I said. Everyone was looking at me blankly. My heart was pounding but I couldnt stop now.

So I spoke, each sentence becoming more desperate than the next.

"We shouldnt cut it open! We shouldnt– distribute its pieces among the family! And most of all, we shouldnt consume its flesh, because why should we‽"

Then I screamed.

"The pie. is. Guiltless! Without guilt! It has never hurt its fellow man, it has always been fair in its dealings!"

I turned. Slowly. Making eye contact with everyone. People Id thought to call family.

"The pie was a better man than any of you were." I spat.

They were looking away now, save my father, trembling in anger, and trying to bore a hole though my head with his glare.

No.

I slammed my fist on the table, thankfully misssing the cultry. He flinched.

"The pie is innocent! You cannot do this and call yourself good men," I sneered.

But I was loosing them, more defiant faces than not. They didn't care about the… the heinous nature of this act.

This isnt working. I should leave. I'm too emotional right now. They hate me. I should leave, I should–

I took a deep breath, and got up.

Im going to leave

Before I left, I said one last thing. Repeating myself, yes, but it beared repeating.

"The pie has done nothing wrong. You all know this. And yet you will consume its flesh." I said. "But I suppose thats all I can hope for, for you to acknowledge that, well,"

I took another breath.

"that the sin of pie, is zero."

#mathblr #pie #pi #pun #writing #trigonometry #thanksgiving #my post

[skoulsons]

there’s something so. so domestic about ellie riding behind joel. her arms partially around his middle while they travel. the light steps of callus that aid in ellie’s sleepiness. ellie humming small tunes into his coat. falling asleep against his back. joel, are you ticklish? kicking his legs. joel stopping prematurely for the night when he feels her quiet against his back for more than five minutes. his soft voice waking her up. ellie? we’ll stop for the night. just. idk we all know how much I love physical touch, affection, and proximity

i misss them it’s fine it’s ok it’s cool

#just #when I see gifsets or screencaps of them end of ep6 #and her hands are on his sides #or his stomach #but like #it’s SO SOFT #fjKchdsmd I cant do it anhmore you guys #the last of us hbo #joel miller #ellie williams

[toad-bread]

I’m just a bet, aren’t I?

Enhypen Jay x Female Reader

Warnings: angst, cheating

Tell me if I’m misssing smth

this is fake, I know that Jay would never do that since he did mentioned that his first one would be his last one. PERIOD AS HE SHOULD.

EDIT: THIS WAS IN MY DRAFTS, ITS OLD PLEASE DONT EXPECT MUCH FROM IT THANK U 🙏 I hate it 😭

Everything is going so well today, you got promoted, your boss and co-workers was happy, and you got to get home early to your beloved boyfriend, Jay. He was the best partner you could ever ask for. At first you thought he wouldn’t give you a glance at all, but he did and you were glad. To celebrate today, you got Jay’s favorite take out food and ice cream to binge on.

Now going up the the elevator to your boyfriends apartment, you heard faint noises from inside. You didn’t think much of it until you opened the door. Those noises were not your boyfriends at all, it was a females voice. She was laughing and calling your boyfriend, ‘baby’. Thinking it was a dream you walked closer to the noise which was coming from the bedroom where you sleep on. Your hope of it being a dream came crashing down when you peeked through the door seeing your boyfriend, Jay watching a moving with a beautiful woman you can never compete with. What made you leaving are the words coming out of Jay’s mouth, “Sorry babe, Y/n is coming soon but don’t worry I can see you after she goes to work tomorrow.” The women smiled and kissed his cheek. “Y’know you can just dump her, she was a bet anyway. You can easily get the money right now, you won.” Jay just nodded, guilt creeping up on him all of a sudden. “Sorry, I just forgot.” Was all he said. The women was confused but continued cuddling him, rubbing her makeup on him.

You wanted to cry, yell, puke, anything to make them see your attention. But all you did was watched the two cuddling while watching your favorite movie. You were upset, upset it had to be you. You really thought he was it. The love of your life. You were wrong, dead wrong. You stepped away from the door and walked to the kitchen to take the stash away money you held in case of emergency. Apparently it wasn’t really one, it was a heartbreak emergency. You took your hoodie from a nearby couch and slipped it on while heading to the door, the takeout gotten cold and the ice cream melted, nether less you slipped on your shoes and slammed the door as hard as you can and ran to the elevator to quickly get down to call a cab. Hearing the bell ring from the elevator, the door opened and you stepped in. Stepping in, you pressed floor B1. You hang your head down, sniffing. You haven’t even noticed you were a crying mess, your mascara running off your face. Hearing a loud noise from the hall you looked up to see your now panicked ex boyfriend staring right at you. You furrowed your eyebrows and quickly press the button multiple times to close the door. Jay started running to you but the door closed on him before he can get to you. You smiled bitterly to yourself, you were in his game, his bet. He won, but Jay didn’t feel like he won the bet. He realized he fell in love with you. Right now, he was too late. The bet won, not Jay.

#enhypen angst #enhypen x reader #Enhypen x jay #enhypen imagines #enhypen #enhypen x female reader

[tonaken]

Lost_ USHIJIMA WAKATOSHI

FIA'S NOTE_ this piece is my contribution to @misss-chrisss’s getaway collab (thank you for having me <3) Yes I’m soo fucking late, and i’m sorryyyy but i just got back from being shadowbanned and being drop kicked in the face by college 😐 But yeah, I hope y'all enjoy this passionate, heated session with big Ushi baby on a summer night in Cancun (it must be niiiceee😭)

WARNINGS_ MDNI, USHIJIMA WAKATOSHI x fem!reader, reader is black coded, but anyone can read, AU where reader is a food blogger and Ushijima is a restaurant owner and a fanboy, alcohol consumption (nobody gets drunk tho), smut, implied protected sex (see? be like them), nipple play, oral sex (fem receiving), implied multiple rounds, Ushi is nor a dom nor a sub, just a man who wants to fuck you and has a bit of an oral fixation

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A beach house on the seashore, sticky, sandy skin, a swaying palm tree. A perfectly browned crème brulée. A delicately seasoned lobster. A slew of intricate cocktails. Your week in Cancun was proving to be nothing short of your expectations. Fun, a bit reckless, definitely free. 

Everything was being documented on your Instagram page. Stories upon stories of your whereabouts, outfits, friends, and, obviously, food. After all, that’s what the majority of your followers were there for. Also the spectacular beach shots and the exclusive parties were appreciated; it all played into the rich life fantasy that was always beneficial to portray. 

You’re known, you’re popular. Definitely not a Hollywood actress or a sold-out-concert superstar, but notable enough in your niche, in the realm of food blogging. Your food pictures have definitely clogged Pinterest at some point in time and a few restaurants have surely benefited from your reviews, your blog posts aesthetic, yes, yet concise and accurate.

So it’s not exactly a surprise when food magazines ask of you, a stimulating interview coming out of your collaboration. Or when a publishing company wants to have you advise future readers on the best eating spots in some European capital. Or also when a restaurant invites you personally to taste their cuisine, much like now.

The pretty invite stays projected on the screen as your eyes scan the pixelated words. It’s three am, but the muted ping of your phone was a temptation too big to resist. It’s an email from your manager forwarding you the message from the establishment, a popular one, it seems. You briefly imagine her excited tone behind the numerous exclamation points that accompany the few words of introduction. 

You shouldn’t be doing this. Cancun is your vacation destination. Where to relax, unwind and rejuvenate. And yet, here you are, chewing on your bottom lip in contemplation. But then your eyes set on the final line of the invite; your brow arches in surprise. Dinner with the restaurant owner? 

It’s not your preferred way to go about things, really. You’d much rather get to know the restaurant in its most organic form, how it usually is. You’re aware of the preferential, VIP treatment you get when you’re recognized, using the surrounding tables’ situation as a true gauge of customer service. But when, out of curiosity, you search your host, you don’t really care anymore.

It’s a bit embarrassing to fall for looks when it comes to rational decisions like these, but the striking beauty of the man before you is undeniable. Maybe it's the aloof aura that surrounds him, heavily set in the straight line of his lips. Or the wide shoulders that seem to struggle with the space inside his tailored shirts and blazers. 

But when he’s there, right in front of you, looking down at you with a small, curt smile, arm outstretched in invitation, you get it. It’s everything, to be honest. He moves with confidence, not of the arrogant genre, but more of the matter-of-fact type: things need to be done this way, so he does them like that, no doubt in his mind. 

He’s a strict man, you can tell. He walks with a stiff stride, a bit too statuesque to be spontaneous. He pulls out your chair with a smooth movement though, silently helping you, to then sit down in his own chair. And when he looks up at you, finally, you might add, citrine eyes shine under the lamp that hovers over your table. He looks oddly comforting, much more innocuous than his straight expression might suggest.

He’s much more awkward than what you pictured him to be, odd silences sometimes slipping into the conversation and settling for a few beats before a shy word of his comments on the food you’re about to eat. That’s when he glows, you realize. 

He’s in his element, all discomfort gone from his expressionless face. He describes to you each and every ingredient, almost weaving intricate and picturesque explanations. Just almost, though. He falls short when he catches himself getting too carried away in the shiny glaze of the caramelized side greens. He’s quick to gain the sliver of composure lost, falling back into his routinely simplicity and straightforwardness. 

He, to your surprise, looks at you with almost childlike curiosity as he raises his eyes once again, and the prettiest smile is set on your glossy lips. He can’t tell, but it’s most definitely the first genuine one of the night. It’s laced with an odd mix of amusement and endearment with a faint dash of hazy, wine-induced attraction. He doesn’t see all of that, the fact that you are actually before him has just sunk in; his mind is elsewhere.

Ushijima Wakatoshi has known you for some time. He’s never been one to care about food bloggers and critics, tending to have a very negative opinion of them, their arrogance and unthankfulness often slapping him across the face. So when he reads your interview in one of the top food magazines, he’s pleasantly surprised by your demeanor. Humble, down to earth, mature, likable. It’s a breath of fresh air, really. 

And that’s where it starts. Binge reading your blog posts, that is. Poised but straight to the point. Never unnecessarily rude or harsh. Analytical but not complex. It’s almost enlightening, he gleans. 

He subscribes to your newsletter, ready for each and every update, virtually following you across the globe as you taste and record your travels. He finds it really interesting how you seem to bleed beautifully into your writing; it’s almost like reading a diary at times. And Tendo finds it downright hilarious to repeatedly catch his workaholic boss swiping on his phone, tall man tucked in a secluded corner. And every time he passes by him and throws a glance, he’s, obviously at this point, on your website, brows tense in deep focus. 

Ushijima Wakatoshi calls it pure and simple admiration. He respects your work, and finds your rise very inspirational. You struggled and worked to be where you are, just like he did. You have something in common, that’s why he likes, no, thinks highly of you.

It definitely has nothing to do with the way his eyes always fall on your dainty hands as you gesticulate in that one TikTok of yours. Or the apples of your cheeks that almost seem to explode when you laugh at a funny anecdote in your Vanity Fair interview on Youtube. Or the gentle curve of your waist that flows down into your hip in the dress you walked in with. Ushijima is a man who simply admires you, nothing more.

He just, for whatever reason, wants to keep it under wraps. So it’s convenient - or providential, if you will - when one of his employees approaches him with your instagram profile open on his phone. His eyes twinkle at the realization that someone he knows is aware of your name; it makes him oddly proud of you. But he doesn’t say anything, he just observes Goshiki babble and ramble about your work and your fame, as if his boss weren’t already aware of such basic information. Yes, basic. At least that’s what Ushijima, a dedicated fan of yours, thinks.

But he doesn’t bat an eye at the little, useless introduction he’s given; he maintains his stoic façade. He may slip when he’s told that you’re staying in Cancun for the week. And at the suggestion of inviting you over he gives his sturdy approval, one that Goshiki interprets as simple determination, not excited, hopeful, impatient expectation. It’s Tendo who sees right through his friend, grinning bemusedly at the almost feverish planning of his boss. 

Ushijima sits down and plans a personalized menu for you, jogging his memory regarding your culinary likes and dislikes. He directs the little rearrangement of his restaurant, wanting to set the scene to something private and intimate, a little warm haven limited to the two of you, regardless of the sea of tables that will surround you. He even supervises the formatting of the virtual invite you’re sent, insisting to use one font over the other. It’s more appealing, he explains, even if, in reality, it’s the same one over on your blog, your favorite, he recalls. 

First impressions matter, that’s what he says when he’s asked why such sudden changes take place. And even if his employees believe him, Tendo giggles behind his back.

He outrightly laughs when his friend flatly complains on the phone. Cufflinks are too formal, but a tie would be uncomfortable when eating. This is Ushijima’s debate, a silly one in Satori’s mind. But it’s a dilemma, a big one. One that has his shoulders droop and his forehead crease; one that has his hand scratch his chin and his mind race.

Their friendship is strong, with a deep understanding lining the bond, so when he’s given the advice to just be himself, Wakatoshi’s heart knows it’s sincere. On that evening, he approaches his restaurant with an odd sense of peace, the usual self confidence brimming from every step. He talks to his staff and encourages them, words succinct yet truthful. That’s their boss’ personality, and they appreciate the effort.

Everything seems to go to plan until he’s caught zoning out. Often. His eyes set on the way you grab hold onto your camera lens, almost maniacally adjusting focus and exposure. You’re a perfectionist, and he appreciates that, maybe a bit too much. So when you look up and ask him the ins and outs of the dish before you, he has no answer, torn out his little fantasy and pulled back on earth. 

You take it all in stride, smiling warmly and repeating the question. You’re so gentle and polite that he finds himself feeling warm with juvenile embarrassment when answering you. He finds the whole exchange mortifying, you find the light blush on his cheeks adorable.

He thinks he can brush off his little blunder, but then Ushijima hyperfixates on the concentration in your eyes, unwavering and deep. It shines on your face, settles in your stance, anchors you to the ground. It’s mesmerizing, the entirety of you is. He lets his gaze drop, pupils rolling off the slope of your shoulders, down to the swell of your calves, until he slips deeper and deeper into his mind.

And over dinner, when you’re sitting opposite him, he gets distracted by the littlest things you do. He listens to you, even if he’s completely enraptured by the delicate twist and pull of your lips when you ask him to pour you some wine; or how your head tilts back to down the alcohol; or the slow, almost sensual, flutter of your lashes as you savor the distinct flavor. He’s lost in you.

And after many sincere compliments and a myriad of thanks, lingering touches dance along your waist as he takes you outside; he’s grown tired of just looking at you. A whiff of your perfume wafts into his nostrils, and he hates to admit that it stirs something deep within. But the nail in the coffin is probably the view of your ass swaying in the fabric that falls over your thighs. He has to get into action.

So when you gush about the beautiful view of the dark ocean, the gentle breeze chills him down his spine as opportunity peeks on the horizon. It’s quicker than a heartbeat, than the bat of an eye, and an offer tumbles out of his mouth, unrelenting underneath the sparkling stars.

You turn around, voice stuck in your throat, and a heat rises up your skin. It crawls from your neck to your face, from your belly to in between your thighs. He’s serious, oddly more than before. The look in his eyes is heady, deep and brazen. He’s probably never wanted anything more. Your lips part, and your answer spills from in between, shaky like the plume of a flame, but searing like its core.

And maybe the view from his place is much better indeed, but you don't have the chance to appreciate it, at least not while his hands hold onto your face and his lips press against yours.

It’s all so rushed: the clatter of his keys jamming into the lock; the way his leather shoes try to avoid your strappy heels as you kiss your way to the bedroom; the soft puffs of the pillows being thrown off the bed to make space for you. 

He’s much more careful with your body. His hands dance along your sides, now resting on your waist, then going up to caress your back. And he never breaks the kiss, dragging you into a wonderfully consuming apnoea, a lack of breath that almost tingles, one that flows through you as pure desire. 

And when he parts from you, lips glossy and flushed, he smiles at you, panting, breathing in your mouth, as you do with him. It’s as if oxygen weren’t an option, forgotten in the addicting dance your bodies are initiating, a rhythm that has you only needing each other.

Yes, because when he has you sit up to unzip your dress, all he wants is the warmth of your skin, so he kisses the crook of your neck lovingly, taking his time with each peck. Absolutely, because when he slips the thin straps off your shoulders, all he needs is to feel you in his hands, so he drags his palm along your sternum as the flesh of your breasts spills from his fingers. Without a doubt, because when your panties come off and a thin, crystalline web of your arousal breaks, he dies to have a taste of you, to bury himself in between your thighs. So he fulfills his wishes.

It’s astonishing how a man of such limited, direct speech can be so gentle and shy with his tongue. He suckles on your clit carefully, molding his lips against your folds with a feather touch. Even the wet noises are so subdued, drowned by your whines that ask him to put more pressure into his licks. And luckily for you he listens, large, large hands grabbing on the flesh of your hips to get you even closer, to feast on you properly.

The same hands seem uncharacteristically clumsy when they unbutton his shirt, excessive haste eating at his usual nonchalance, having nimble fingers fumble with fabric, losing their usual dexterity. Yours lay on his in silent reassurance, and it’s with silent surrender that he lets you strip him, faces getting close again as you uncover the body that had teased your mind in the last few days.

He sighs when you quickly brush over his nipples. He groans when you trail your fingertip along the valley of his chest, to the plane of his abs, down into his happy trail. He gasps when you unbuckle his belt, the cold metal briefly pressing against his skin. He moans when you reach into his pants to wrap your hand around him. He doesn’t know what makes his knees tremble more: the feeling of you stroking him or the eye contact you hold with him, heated and unfaltering. 

It’s not something that worries him too much though, not when he pushes you softly into the bed, the cloudy comforter framing your parted thighs. You smirk at his impatience, because it mirrors yours. It drips thickly from his skin, it permeates the air.

Soon enough the same air gets coursed through and through by the noises you two make. Moans and whines, groans and grunts, the rustling of the sheets and the slaps that echo when you become one. He quickly drapes over you, lapping at your pulse softly, before he descends. He detaches from you, hovering over your heated skin with equally warm puffs from his mouth. His breath snakes into your pores and settles under your skin, making you shiver and sink, lower and lower into yourself. You feel mad.

All you can do is feel. Feel the head of his cock kiss your sweet spot deep inside you. Feel the dull ache that builds low in your belly. Feel his strong hands roam and grab, squeeze all they can.

He rests your thighs against his body, calves light on his shoulders, laxed ankles dangling over his back. And there he lays a kiss, so silky and intimate that your heart clenches at the act. His fingers skim up your leg loosely, tickling the sensitive skin, making him smirk at you squirming. He ‘s taking his time; he has so many things to do to you.

And even when used condoms litter the floor at the edge of the bed he’s still lost in you, slowly grinding into you, body slumping over yours, consumed by ecstasy, consumed by you. He molds you against the mattress with his weight, broad chest pressed against your shoulder. Your head falls in the pillow to then rise after a few seconds, just to admire the way he licks his lips as he takes in the way your asscheek claps in this position. 

His gaze grows dark when his wild eyes rest on your collar bones, bitten and moistened by rough, growly kisses. But then the smallest of whines slips from you and his attention is on your face, lost and turned almost delirious from the driven rock of your bodies. In this state, eye contact is too much for you; and when golden green irises turn black, you turn away, hoping for the peace of the sea to calm you down.

Dark, thick waves hit the sandy shore like his hips, heavy and persistent. They roll against you, charged by the winds of unspoken words and concealed longing; they approach you with ever increasing force to then lull when he pulls away from you, just to do it all over again.

He’s strayed away, finding himself drowning in the way your body bounces at his thrusts, the moonlight casting the prettiest of shadows on your skin. He never grows tired of you trembling against him, the face of pleasure dismissing any trace of control from your limbs. He’s addicted to your swollen lips, the ones that moan his name, encouraging him to give you his all.

In the wantonness of his high, in the disregard of the moment, he calls out to you, a husky and deep grunt spoken against your mouth, spilled on your tongue, swallowed down your throat. Your arms fly around his neck while he releases his tension in thick, white spurts, and in the wake of a final orgasmic shiver, your warm hand smooths down his spine. 

The hazy, distant sound of the ocean acts as white noise as you both regain composure, panting breaths getting lost in the salty breeze that flows through his linen curtains. His chest heaves in the dim room, sweaty skin catching the light of the now-on lamp next to the bed. 

You chuckle when he lazily discards the third or fourth soiled condom to the ground with a loud huff. And when he asks you what’s so funny, you laugh at the puzzled look on his face; he looks so serious. He’s back to his normal self again.

But then he scoots closer, pulling your sticky body into his, and as his muscular arm lays comfortably in the curve of your waist, your head sits peacefully on his chest. He presses a kiss on your forehead; it’s probably a silent ‘thank you’, one he doesn’t find the courage or the strength to say, one that you’d love to reciprocate with a spoken declaration. But in this particular case, it’s not needed.

You both bask in your afterglow, each one aware of that fizzling excitement that you both have to let go in favor of harsh reality. So you make the most of the moment, whispered conversations filling the little space between the two of you, hushed giggles laughed into the pillows.

Buried in sheets that need to be changed and heaps of rumpled clothing you understand each other, you find one the other. He’s lost in you, you’re lost in him. Both lost together.

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An Unlikely Encounter

Jake Kiszka x f!reader

Warnings: explicit sexual content, physical assault, profanity, drug use (smoking weed), alcohol consumption, tobacco use

18+, MINORS DNI

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Chapter 6

“Fucking hell, Y/N! How much shit are you taking with you?”

You look up at Kat, shooting her your dirtiest look possible. You’re sat cross legged on the floor of her bedroom, surrounded by piles upon piles of your belongings.

“I don’t want to get to Nashville and have left something important behind! It’s not like I can just nip home.” You scowl.

“Babe, we’re going to America, not the Bermuda Triangle. It wouldn’t be hard to find anything you need. Plus, Jake would move mountains for you if he could.” She snorts.

“What about you, anyway? Do you really need seven pairs of shoes?”

“You know I need to slay in public. Plus, we’re like, famous now.”

You both crack bewildered smiles at each other. She wasn’t wrong, both of you had been circulating online. You knew the boys were famous, but you didn’t expect their fanbase to be so… pap happy. What was the most interesting was how covert they were at snapping photos of you out and about. There was the odd moment where fans would approach the band and ask for photos, which they always willingly obliged with smiles on their faces. It was evident that they held such love in their hearts for their fans, it was never a chore to interact with them. The people you met were always so nice to you and Kat, too. Complimenting your outfits, telling you how pretty you were. It was quite a pleasant experience for the most part. There was, however, a small percentage that weren’t so happy you were dating Jake & Sam. Kat wasn’t bothered in the slightest, but you on the other hand were more susceptible to the discomfort. You were struggling with the sudden catapult into the limelight, but believed that your relationship with Jake was worth it.

“Right, I’m all done. Need any help fitting the kitchen sink into your suitcase?” Kat winks.

You celebrate the success of packing with a few bottles of wine and a Chinese takeaway. You and Kat curl up onto her sofa together and sink further and further into the bottles whilst you conceptualise the decisions that got you both to this point. By the end of the second bottle, you’re both slurring your words and collapsing into a fit of giggles.

“I know, let’s FaceTime them!” Kat sways, phone in hand.

The familiar ringer sounds twice and then Sam picks up, his face illuminating the screen.

“There’s my beautiful girl. Oh, girls! To what do I owe the pleasure?”

“Misssed you.”

“Y/N, did you miss me too?” Sam bats his eyelashes.

“Maybeee a bit, was hoping Jakey was with youuu.”

“Are you both drunk?” He chuckles.

“Noooooooooooo, why on earth would you think that.” Kat comically scratches her chin.

“I heard a very pretty voice saying my name.”

Jake edges into the shot, smirking down at the screen.

“Omygod I could just eat you up.” You breathe.

“Ewwwwwww, Y/N. Not in front of meee!” Kat screeches, jumping on top of you. You both cackle together until you’ve caught your breath.

“A hangover on a 9 hour flight isn’t my idea of a good time.” Jake laughs.

“We just wanted to see you one last timeeee.” You blow a kiss into the screen.

“You two get an early night, we’ll see you in just under 24 hours.” Jake instructs.

“See you soon!” Sam chimes in.

You all wave goodbye and Kat ends the call with an exaggerated yawn. You both plod into her room and collapse into bed, sleep finding you almost instantly.

~

The hangover gods have spared you today, as you both wake up fresh as a pair of daisies. You go over your itinerary once more, just to be extra safe, then load your bags into the back of the Uber. It was around a 45 minute drive to Heathrow, so you popped your headphones on and flicked through your playlists. Jake had been very secretive with your flight plans, telling you both that he’d scheduled the details to come through to your email 3 hours before your departure. You’d tried to argue with him, you liked to be in control and hated not being in the loop, but he wouldn’t budge. You both sat down to grab a coffee at one of the little Cafes within the airport when right on schedule, the email pinged through.

British Airways - Flight BA 244

Departing LHR at 1300 to BNA

Business Class Main Deck

Seat 13J

Seat 13K

“No fucking way, that’s why he was being so secretive!” You huff, rolling your eyes.

“What?”

“He’s booked us business class seats!”

“Fuck yeah!” Kat grins, punching the air.

“That must have cost a bomb!”

“Girl, will you quit it. He clearly wants his princess to be comfortable. Enjoy it, you deserve it.”

You’d seen TikTok videos of people sitting in business class, but you’d never for a second expected to experience it for yourself. Once you’d checked in, which was a breeze thanks to the dedicated area for business class ticket holders, you were ushered into a private lounge. Inside, there was a complimentary buffet with an insane selection of food and drink, plus Champagne chilling on ice and even a cocktail bar with an experienced mixologist on hand. When you boarded, you were taken to your seats and handed fluffy blankets and an amenity kit consisting of luxury toiletries, toothpaste and toothbrush, an eye mask, and socks. You both squealed in excitement every time you discovered something new, such as the noise cancelling headphones, or the fact that your seats fully transformed into beds. The most exciting thing of all though, was the Wi-Fi available on board. It meant that you could keep in contact with the boys whilst in the air, or so you thought. Sam and Josh seemed to keep in constant contact for the first few hours, but you hadn’t heard from Jake. Deciding it wasn’t worth worrying about, you settled in for the long haul. You and Kat had made it through a few films together, and scarfed down some dinner and dessert before you both passed out. By the time you woke up, the Stewardesses were making their rounds to ensure everyone was back upright and buckled in, ready to land. You shook Kat gently and she stirred, before removing her eye mask and wiping the drool from her face.

“Sleep well?” You laugh.

“Like a fucking baby.”

The landing was smooth as you touched down on Nashville soil. Adrenaline was pumping through your veins like white hot lava whilst you waited at luggage claim, it felt like hours had passed before the carousel started turning. As soon as you spotted your bags you sprinted over to them, not even stopping to make sure Kat was following your lead. You grab them both and almost topple over trying to drag them off by yourself. Kat finally makes her way over and retrieves her suitcase from you, then you both head towards pick up. Your hands felt clammy as you approached the crowds of people waiting for their loved ones. You scanned through the faces, until you found one that stuck out like a sore thumb. Josh. Next your eyes landed on Sam. You kept looking, craning your neck, but no one else was there.

Jake wasn’t there.

The room began to spin as you remembered how quiet he’d been during your flight.

Kat began to run over to the two, throwing her arms out and squealing as she squeezed the life out of both of them. You’d stopped in your tracks, still rooted to the same spot. The three of them whipped their heads round, Kat’s face one of confusion, the brothers both mirroring each other with looks of… sadness? Guilt? You couldn’t quite place it. You felt yourself starting to tear up, your mind a frenzy of thoughts. Where was he? Had he changed his mind? Did he regret asking you here?

You were brought back down to earth by a firm pair of hands grasping at your arms.

“Songbird.” Josh smiles, his brow slightly furrowed.

“Where-”

“We’ll explain, but please don’t worry. He wanted to be here more than anything in the world. We’re so happy to see you, sweet girl.” He pulls you into a tight embrace.

The ride to Josh’s place goes by in a blur, with you staring blankly out of the window for most of the journey. You were confused, and with no explanation, your thoughts were spiralling. Josh told you not to worry, but you couldn’t help it. Your boyfriend wasn’t there to pick you up from the airport in an unfamiliar territory, one he’d invited you to indefinitely. You expected to go back to Jake’s place, but were told that you’d be heading to Josh’s. You had asked where Danny was, but were met with grimaces exchanged between Josh and Sam. They promised they’d reveal all when you arrived.

You walked through the door to Josh’s house and set your bags down. It was a beautiful home that captured Josh’s personality perfectly. The interior was mostly white, with floor to ceiling glass windows, faux fur rugs and gold embellishments. His decor was extremely tasteful, it looked expensive but didn’t scream ‘I’m a rockstar who likes to flaunt my money’. Sam and Kat took a seat on one of the plush grey sofas, you opted to sit yourself alone on its twin. Josh exited the room briefly before returning with four glasses and a bottle of red wine. He filled your glass first, handing it to you and watching as you took a hearty gulp. Once he has filled the remainder of the glasses, he perches next to you and looks to his brother. Sam nods and Josh turns back to you, sighing.

“Jake… has had some problems over the last few hours.”

Your throat feels constricted, so you swallow thickly. When that doesn’t ease your discomfort, you opt for another gulp of pinot noir.

“Kate, his… ex-girlfriend decided to make a re-appearance early this morning.” He pauses, running a hand through his fluffy curls. “She’d seen photos of the two of you circulating online, Must have realised that you seemed serious. She tried to win him back over, saying she just wanted to talk and apologise for how awful she’d been to him. He let her in because he still had some of her things from when she left. He brought the box to her and began to explain that he had a new girlfriend, and that you were due to turn up in a few hours so she had to leave, and she lost her shit. Threw a glass vase at him. He called us after she left, when we got there he was struggling to stem the bleeding and was barely conscious. Danny took him to the ER, he told me I needed to stay here so I could pick you up. All he could talk about was you, about how upset he was, how he wanted to see you.”

“What the fuck. Josh, is he ok?! Please tell me he’s ok!” You choked back a sob, your eyes frantically searching Josh’s face for answers.

“He’s ok. Pretty shaken, with a nasty gash on his arm. He’s had to have stitches, but he’s fine.” Josh cups your face in his hand, wiping away your tears with the pad of his thumb.

“Please can I see him?”

~

Jake and Danny had got back from the ER around an hour after you arrived at Josh’s. Jake understandably wasn’t up for guests after the incident, so Danny took him home. You parted ways with Kat, as she was due to stay with Sam. They both hugged you goodbye, then you headed off with Josh. As you entered through the door to Jake’s house behind Josh, you felt sick to your stomach. The lights were off, so Josh flicked them on and left your belongings in the corridor.

“I’m just going to find Jake, you hang tight.”

The house was a stark contrast to Josh’s, with everything in dark hues. Jake favoured mahogany over Josh’s love for pine, and his home was just as dark and mysterious as him. Walking into the house was like being surrounded by Jake, there was no doubt that this was his sanctuary. The ground floor was mostly open plan, with a large hallway spilling out into a kitchen. You found the light switch and flipped it, the room illuminating and revealing the horror hidden within the veil of darkness.

Blood.

Broken glass.

More blood.

You clapped your hand to your mouth as you took in the scene before you. The glass that once formed part of a heavy, ornate vase was thick - that explained the damage done… You were actually surprised it wasn’t worse. On the kitchen island you spot a bouquet of flowers clad in brown paper. They were astonishingly beautiful and comprised of all your favourite species; peonies, lavender, cornflowers, snowdrops, foxgloves, and a few sprigs of eucalyptus. You pick out the card that is tucked neatly into the folds of paper and open it.

My girl,

A thousand bouquets could never be enough for you, but for as long as I am alive I will continue to shower you with the most beautiful of petals. You are my sun, my moon, my stars. Thank you for coming to my home and filling it with your warmth.

All my love,

Jake

You clutch the card to your chest and let the tears that have formed in your eyes fall down onto your cheeks. A noise from the hallway startles you, causing you to lurch backwards in panic. You look up as Josh appears from the hall, his eyes widening at the scene before him.

“That fucking psycho bitch.”

He looks to you and notices the state you’re in, his face immediately softens and he extends his arms out to you.

“Oh, Songbird. I’m so sorry.”

You collapse into his arms as you weep into his chest, hot tears staining his crisp, white t-shirt.

“He wants to see you.” He whispers as he strokes your hair gently.

You pull back, peering at his face and managing a meek nod. He intertwines his fingers with yours and leads you through the hall and down a set of stairs. When he opens the door you’re met with a cosy basement, with a log burner crackling away on the far wall opposite you. A bar lines the left side, with plenty of expensive looking liquor embellishing the shelving. The right side is home to Jake’s instruments, his guitars hanging on the walls and on stands like the most prized of possessions, decorating the space with their charm. There’s a vintage looking record player sat proudly on top of a deep chestnut cabinet, with rows and rows of vinyls stacked intricately in stands. Jake sits in a brown leather arm chair in front of the log burner, a lit joint smoking away between his shaking fingers. His left forearm is bandaged and there are several smaller abrasions visible, scattered across the rest of his arms. Along his hairline, another cut can be seen, the blood now dried and clinging to his strands. He looks up at you, his lip wobbling. You can tell he’s been crying, his face slightly pink and puffy. You begin to make your way over to him, but slow down as you get closer. You’re afraid to trigger him with any quick movements, so you extend your hand to him, a silent plea for consent. His face falls, a tear slipping from his lashes and rolling down his cheek. He nods and you practically sprint the rest of the way, kneeling before him and carefully cupping his face in your hands.

“Jacob. I’m so sorry, baby.” A tear of your own falls, landing on the back of his hand.

“I-“ He begins, choking on his soft sobs. “I wanted today to be perfect. I’ve been dreaming of this day since my eyes first met yours. I can’t believe it’s been ruined. She’s stolen my happiness again.” He drops his head, succumbing to his emotions as the tears flow heavily down his perfect face.

“No. Don’t you say that. I’m here, she hasn’t ruined a thing. I’m here.” You softly nudge his chin back up, looking into his eyes as you speak. You press your lips to his and hope he believes you, that this moment hasn’t been taken from you both. He melts into your touch, kissing you back with a tenderness that steals the air from your lungs.

“Please don’t ever leave.”

~

You put Jake to bed after cleaning his face up, promising you’ll be back as soon as you’ve collected your things. Josh is stood in the kitchen, taking photos of the blood and glass that litters the floor.

“What are you doing?”

“Collecting evidence for the police report.”

“Is he going to press charges?”

“I don’t know, but he sure as hell should.” Josh snarls.

“Thank you for being there for me tonight.” You offer a small smile.

“Always, Songbird. I did it for you and for him. He knew how worried you’d be.”

You wrap your arms around him and he softens, rubbing his hands across your back.

“I’d do anything for you, I hope you know that.”

You peer up at him, his face inches from yours. His eyes flit from yours down to your lips. You inhale sharply, which causes him to pull back and awkwardly clear his throat.

“I’ll leave you to your evening. Take care of him, Songbird. Call me if you need me, I’m just up the road.”

With that, he hastily makes his exit.

What?

You walk across to the kitchen island and pull out a chair. Sitting there with your head in your hands, you re-hash the events of the day over and over.

I need a drink, or a cigarette. Or both.

You pull yourself down from the island, searching the cupboards for reprieve. Successfully finding a low ball and a carafe filled with what you assumed was either whiskey or dark rum, you pad over to the freezer to retrieve a few cubes of ice. You fill your glass and rifle through your carry on to find a packet of cigarettes and your lighter. You take a few moments to decide if you want to nurse your drink slowly or knock it back in one, then your eyes find the sliding door that leads to Jake’s back porch. You find the key hanging on a hook and let yourself out, perching on a wicker chair. You take a hearty gulp from your glass, sighing as the liquor burns down your oesophagus. You set it down on the table in front of you and pull a cigarette from the packet, lighting it and taking a long drag. You hold it for as long as you can, until your head feels all warm and fuzzy, then slowly blow the smoke from your lungs. All sense of time leaves you as you sit, chain smoking. You aren’t even aware of how long you’ve been sat out there until your phone buzzes, the screen lighting up your surroundings and pulling you from your thoughts.

Josh Kiszka: I hope you’re ok, Songbird. Thinking about you.

The butterflies in your stomach took you completely by surprise. You shook your head aggressively, internally berating yourself for the reaction.

He’s your boyfriend’s brother, Y/N! Get it together!

With that, you decided it was time to call it a night. You lock up and carry your bags up the stairs and into one of Jake’s spare rooms, not wanting to disturb him. You get undressed and put on a baggy t-shirt, then quickly wash your face and brush your teeth. You crawl into the spare bed and pull the covers over your weary body. It was uncomfortable, being in an unfamiliar bed by yourself. You toss and turn for around thirty minutes, not being able to find sleep. At around the fourty five minute mark, you give up and head for Jake’s room. You didn’t want to intrude, but you’d feel much better knowing he was next to you. You enter the room and his soft snores immediately calm you. You tiptoe carefully across to the bed, ensuring to be as quiet as possible. You pull the sheets back and slide in, positioning yourself so that you were facing him. He stirs slightly and you hold your breath, not wanting to wake him up. Still asleep, his hands reach for you.

“Mmmm, Y/N. I love you.”

You gasp softly, your eyes widening.

He’s sleeping, he doesn’t mean that.

He reaches again and pulls himself into you, his head resting between the crook of your neck. Sleep finds you soon after, with your mind finally at ease wrapped up in Jake.

~

Bzz bzz

You groan, rubbing your eyes to adjust to the light. You’re laid on your side, with Jake’s arms wrapped around your waist. He’s snuggled close into your back, his legs wrapped in yours. You wiggle forward slightly to grab your phone.

4 missed calls

5 texts

Three missed calls from Kat, one from Josh. All texts bar one were from Kat. You swipe up and reply to Kat.

Hey babe, I’m all good. Just woke up. Speak later?

You put your phone back on the nightstand and gently rub your fingers along Jake’s arm. He stirs and you take the opportunity to turn and face him, manoeuvring carefully to avoid his injuries. His eyes slowly open and his gaze fixes on you.

“Hey, good morning. Did you sleep ok?” You ask.

“Better than I thought I would. Guess that has something to do with you being here.” He tilts his head down and plants a kiss on your forehead, then pulls you in close to him, wrapping his arms around you.

“Thank you for coming, I’m sorry-”

You put your finger up to his lips. “You have nothing to be sorry for.”

He looks down at your finger and presses a kiss to it. You smile at him, then his hands find the back of your head and he crashes his lips onto yours. The kiss is passionate and hungry, filled with lust and want. He brings one hand to your waist and another to your thigh and pulls you into him, his knee slotting into your crotch. You moan gently as he makes contact with your core.

“Jake…”

“Mmmm.” He breathes in between sloppy kisses, trailing down your neck.

“Not now.”

He stops and looks at you, defeated and confused.

“It’s not that I don’t want to. Fuck, I want to. But you’ve been through so much, and you’re hurt.”

“Please.” He whimpers. “I need you, please.”

That’s all it takes for you to give in, and he’s right back on you. Clawing at your shirt, he can’t seem to get it off fast enough. He palms at your bare breasts, then takes your nipple into his mouth. You arch your back at the sensation of his tongue lapping over your sensitive bud.

“You’re really here, in my bed. In my house. I can’t believe it.” He whispers, his fingers dipping into the waistband of your panties.

“I am.”

He flips himself on top of you and discards your underwear on the floor, then drags his fingers through your already slick folds. One thing Jake never fails to do is make you incredibly wet before he’s even started. He begins his assault on your pussy, plunging his fingers in and out, then circling them around your clit. Your moans bounce off the walls as your orgasm quickly creeps up on you, with every sound you make his fingers move faster. He licks a stripe from your collarbone to your ear, sucking the tender skin into his mouth.

“Fuck, Jakeeee.” You whine.

“Cum for me, angel. Cum right on my fingers. Tell me how good it feels.”

“It feels.. it feels so- oh! Fuck!”

Your legs begin to shudder as you let go, the crashing waves of your orgasm engulfing you in pure ecstasy.

When you float down from your high, Jake is lining himself up with your entrance. You move your hand to stop him and he looks down at you, his brows knitting together.

“I think you deserve a thank you now.” Your eyes bore into his and blacken with lust. He looks like a deer in headlights as he nods at you. You motion for him to swap places with you, then you crawl on top of him, rising up onto your knees and sliding down onto him. His face contorts as he bottoms out inside you, pulling his lip between his teeth with a sharp inhale.

“Baby, fuck. You feel so good.”

You start to move your hips in a slow figure of eight. Jake’s hands find your hips and he digs his fingers into the meaty flesh. You lift yourself up and slam down onto him, the tip of his cock knocking against your cervix. You squeeze as you lift back up again, eliciting a hiss from his mouth. You bounce yourself up and down, relishing in the sound of his soft panting and whining. He uses his leverage on your hips to drive up and meet you as you ride him. You throw your head back and lift your hands up cup your breasts.

“I’m gunna cum, shit!” He cries, looking up at you with his perfect, fucked out face.

“Fill me up baby.”

He groans loudly as his cock twitches inside you, still driving up into you to reach his release. The sound of his pleasure fills the room, tipping you over the edge as your walls flutter around him, constricting and pulsing as his cum spurts out into you. You catch your breath and lean down to press your lips to his, then excuse yourself to the bathroom to clean up and brush your teeth, before taking the space next to him in his bed once more.

“Is that what you wanted?” You smirk.

“All I wanted and more, you’re incredible.”

You offer him a shy smile, still not used to being showered in his compliments.

“Do you… want to talk about it?” You ask, running your hand softly across his arm.

His face noticeably falls, pain searing across his eyes.

“Uhh.. I-” He’s cut off swiftly by the buzzing off his phone. He rolls his eyes and picks up the device, frowning as he peers at the screen. He answers and begins to move out of the room, but you manage to catch the first sentence of the conversation.

Good morning, my name is PD Martinez. I’m calling from the Metropolitan Nashville Police Department. Am I speaking Jacob Kiszka?

You take a deep breath, wringing your hands nervously as you wait for Jake to finish the phone call. When Jake re-enters the room, he’s visibly pissed off.

“Fucking Josh, calling the fucking police.” He mutters, raking his hands through his hair and pacing the room.

You stand and begin to try to soothe him.

“Baby, he’s just being a good brother and looking out for you…”

He whips his head toward you, fury blazing in his eyes. “I don’t need him to look out for me, I don’t need him to call the fucking police. This situation is stressful as it is without a fucking investigation happening in my home. I just want to forget about it!”

He storms out of the room and into the hallway, you follow behind him as he hot foots down the stairs and into the kitchen. He stops just before he reaches the blood and glass still tainting the hardwood flooring, before stepping over it and knocking a fruit bowl that sits on the island flying, smashing into smithereens before him. He drops to the floor, his head in his hands. You aren’t sure what to do, and in true Y/N panic mode you dash back up to the bedroom and grab your phone, hitting dial on Josh’s number. He answers after two rings.

“Morning, Song-”

“Josh, please come over. Now.”

“I’ll be there in 5.”

True to his word, 5 minutes later he’s rushing through the door. You steer him into the kitchen, where Jake is still sat on the floor.

“Brother, what’s going on?”

Jake looks up slowly, his expression vacant. He stares at Josh for a few moments, before inhaling deeply.

“Why did you call the police?”

“Uh, because your ex-girlfriend assaulted you, Jake.” Josh huffs, clearly baffled by the question.

“Do you not think that should have been my decision to make?!” Jake glares, his nostrils flared.

Josh digs around in his pockets and pulls out a tin. He opens it, extracting a pre-rolled blunt, and passes it to Jake.

“Come on, go down to the basement and chill out for five minutes.”

The three of you pile into the basement, Josh starts up the wood burner then joins you and Jake on the armchairs in front. Jake wastes no time lighting up the blunt, toking it harshly. After a few drags, he offers it to you. You’d smoked when you were younger, but hadn’t gotten high in over ten years. Regardless, in that moment you gratefully accepted it. The first toke elicits a chesty cough from your lungs, so you pass it to Josh whilst you recover. You all sit in silence, passing the blunt until there’s nothing left to share.

“Now we’re all nicely medicated, can we talk about this like adults?” Josh points towards Jake. He rolls his eyes, but motions for Josh to continue.

“I did what I thought, and what I still believe is best in this situation. Not only did her actions land you in the ER, but they also worried Y/N. It’s inexcusable behaviour and she needs to be taught a lesson.”

You nod, silently agreeing with Josh’s words. Jake sighs, rubbing his chin.

“I get it, thank you for making the call for me when I couldn’t.”

“Are you going to press charges?”

“I think so…”

~

The next few days are spent in almost constant police presence. The officers were keen to get in and assess the damage as soon as possible, so that Jake could get his kitchen cleaned up and begin to heal from the event. The police took tapes of the CCTV which covered the entrances to Jake’s house, along with the ER department report on his injuries. They took a statement from Jake, Josh, Danny and Sam, with the promise to be in touch. The entire ordeal had done a number on Jake, he was exhausted both physically and mentally. By the end of the first week, things were starting to look up, and Jake seemed to have a new lease of life.

“So, angel. I’ve been thinking, how about we pretend today is your first day in Nashville ans I take you out to dinner?”

“I would love that, Jakey.” You giggle, pulling him into an embrace.

You take your time getting ready, ensuring your hair and makeup are pristine. You give yourself a bouncy bow out, your hair cascading in shiny ribbons down your back. You slip on a black silky, tight-fitting dress which hugs your curves in all the right places, and opt for a deep red lipstick to tie the look together. As you’re perched on the bed slipping on your heels, Jake walks into the room. He’s dressed in all black too, matching your aesthetic perfectly. His black linen shirt is, of course, only buttoned a quarter of the way, showcasing his signature silver pendants which sparkle against his tanned chest. A black blazer adorns his shoulders, his hair falling down onto them in tousled waves against the crisp fabric. His trousers cling to the muscle on his thighs, which makes your mouth water slightly.

“You look amazing, Jake.”

He steps to you and pulls you up onto your feet, twirling you around to get a 360 view of your outfit. “Says the most beautiful woman on the planet. You look positively edible, angel.”

“You can eat me whenever you want.” You wink, snatching the lapels of his blazer in your fists and capturing his lips in a kiss.

“What did I ever do to deserve you?” He breathes.

He drives you to the restaurant which is about fifteen minutes down the road, his hand never leaving your thigh. Once you’ve parked up, he exits the vehicle and walks around to your side, opening the door and extending his hand. The restaurant is probably one of the most extravagant settings you’ve ever dined in, far beyond your usual price range. The decor is almost vintage-looking, with small lanterns embellishing each table, adding to the chic ambience. When you’re shown to your table, he pulls your chair out for you, then sits down and envelopes your hands in his, bringing one to his face and kissing your knuckles. He orders Champagne for the table and you clink your glasses together, a toast to your adventures in the States. The three course meal is absolutely stunning, and undoubtedly the best food you’ve ever had the pleasure of tasting. You chat the entire time about your plans, how excited Jake is to have you at his home, and the next leg of the band’s tour which is due to commence in 4 weeks’ time. When you’re finished, Jake pays the bill and you make your way home. You walk through the door to Jake’s house and breathe a sigh of relief, thankful that things are finally beginning to take a turn for the better. You were so excited to spend some quality time with Jake, and for him to show you around. He’d spoken about the possibility of a trip to Frankenmuth, which you were quite nervous about. Meeting Jake’s parents was a daunting thought, but he assured you that they would adore you as much as he does.

You begin to settle in for the evening, slipping into your pyjamas and starting your skincare routine. Your phone buzzes on the bathroom counter as you’re finishing up.

Unknown Caller

You wonder who it could be, but take no chances of missing something important, so you answer and bring your phone up to your ear.

“Are you really in fucking America with him?!” The voice growls from the other end.

“Who- who is this?”

“You really are a disgusting little groupie whore, aren’t you. Running off to the other side of the world like a love sick puppy after a man who will drop you once he’s had his fill.” Pure venom drips from the tongue of the caller, their words coated in malice.

“… Connor, is that you?! You fucking stalker freak!” You scream.

“Clearly my little Instagram account hasn’t deterred you enough, you fucking slut.”

His little Instagram account?…

You drop your phone into the sink as your knees go weak beneath you.

He’s @exposingjake.

#jake gvf #jake kiszka #jake greta van fleet #jake lane #jacob thomas kiszka #jaket kiszka #greta van fic #jacob kiszka #jake gvf smut #jake kiszka gvf #jake kiszka smut #jake kiszka fanfic #jake kiszka x you #jake kiszka fic #jake kiszka greta van fleet #jake kiszka x reader #jacob kiszka smut #an unlikely encounter

[helldiver-of-florida]

If anyone asks i still havent gotten over Lorn

HOWWW are you gonna be like CONSTANTLY CONSISTENTLY mention him with his grandkids and how much he loves them and is willing to lay down his life to protect them then be like oh yea we killed him

EVIL. EVILLLL. Also i loved him. I love grandpas.

Sobs. I misss him

#HHHRGH #i'm sad #red rising #red rising series #Lorn au Arcos

[the1975attheirverybest]

Matty seems like the kind of guy who would make an amazing father.He seems to genuinely want kids and i think he would be a hands on dad . if it's a girl he would absolutely dote on her and spoil her silly.if it's a boy he would turn him into a little rockstar lol

PLEASE imagine baby boy Matty wearing a white button down and a tie cuz he wants to be like his dad? And he has a toy guitar that makes little sounds as if it’s actually real? And he wears sun glasses and uses the PlayStation mic to pretend he’s on stage and sings it’s not living if it’s not with you and does the “selling petrol” bit and Matty thinks it’s absolutely hilarious that it’s a song about drugs that his kid has chosen to memorize first.

Or if it’s a daughter she LOVES to be backstage with him. She and Ross would be besties. He picks her up and answers all her silly little “but why?” Kid questions. She paints Matty’s nails and makes him bead bracelets and macaroni art and he’s VERY proud of it. Wears it all onstage and has the picture frame she handmade at daycare or nursery in his tour bag. It’s a picture of the two of them that he keeps on him and looks at and cries when he missses her.

Goodbye I have died

[cosmicdreamgrl]

Hiiii Steph!!! 🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷 How are you? 🌷I've been misssing bts now that they are all gone, your blog and your presence here are a blessing 💛 it makes them feel closer. And i was thinking how "butter" and "dynamite" feel so far away now, not only because of time but mostly because of what everybody has been doing as soloists 💕💕💕 i love their styles even though i miss them together

hi karen, it's so lovely to hear from you, i hope the new year has been treating you well thus far. i'm doing okay, coping with a really difficult situation at the moment but i'm trying my best to take it one day at a time and that's all i can do y'know. i know how you feel, when you become accustomed to the presence of a person or in this case a group of people? it feels odd to not have them around. thank you, i do what i can (in this case stalking blogs to find content, it's paid off so far lol) and knowing you appreciate it warms my heart immensely 🥰

i understand, i think i feel this way more so with mots: 7 because it was my first comeback & that will be 4 years ago come next month and that's wild to me. dynamite was such an interesting era because my feelings towards the song have changed & in a way, as much as people needed a pick me up during the pandemic, its success overshadowed be and that will always make me a little bit sad tbh. butter is still a jam, i still listen to it whenever it comes up on shuffle and i'll always be grateful for all of the performances we got over the last 3 years. at least jin and hobi will be back this year, so it won't be so bad. that's the kind of reassurance i wish i had but that's a story for a different day.

as for the solo stuff, it's been cool to see each of them flourish in their own way; i haven't necessarily liked every release but i always remind myself that a) it's fine i like what i like & i can't change that & b) artists make art for themselves first & foremost, as long as they're happy with it? that's all that matters in the end.

but yes, thank you for checking in & i hope you have a good day/rest of your week 💗

#asks #sevencoloredstar #mutuals

[komorebi-rabbit]

Hey you!

I just came from your Sasori Roleplay account. I wasn't sure if you were active there anymore, so I hopped on over here via your pinned post.

You seem like a talented and fun person to roleplay with, so I thought why not ask?

I've read your rules and some of the older blogs and they really resonated with me.

I used to roleplay Itachi on Amino like you used to play/still play(?) Sasori on here. Those in depth roleplays that just make my heart sing. And also the RPs that are a pain to find because...well...novella takes work. And building a bond with a character who isn't naturally friendly takes even more time.

Still those have got to be the most fun times I can remember from my teens. And I misss them...

It was quite challenging to find people who share similar views on roleplaying and like the same fandom. So I must have given up sometime back. And when I read your blog today, I was instantly like "Oh my god this is exactly what I was looking for" (except like 6 years passed since I last attempted that xD)

So I wanted to pop in and say "Hi, I love your blog already!" but that didn't quite suffice so here we are xD.

It's kinda funny because after all this time not roleplaying, I found myself on tumblr, figured why not make a Sasori RP account (there are many others for the Naruto characters) to have some fun and be nostalgic? But...there was still a little 'eh' that was missing. And I found it in your blog.

I adore it, when people just get their characters and portray them correctly. And I've been aching to find more people like this. I remember it being quite the challenge in the past, back in my Itachi days, so it was like a gift to find your account!

Anyways, I am trailing off-

I'd love to RP with you sometime. Or...to just chat and reminisce about days past, even if I just discovered you today. I just know I would have loved to have you in my Akatsuki geoup back in 2015.

I hope you have a lovely day!

This is the SWEETEST message, oh my lord, thank you so much! You have no idea how happy this made me and how much I needed this little spark of positivity in my life right now!

I unfortunately no longer RP on tumblr due to some incidents that have made me wary over the years. I also no longer RP Sasori, but I do still RP in the Naruto fandom, just on Discord with friends that I am comfortable with. Novella does take work! But man, if it isn't worth the effort! I'm so glad people are still RPing and taking up Sasori. He absolutely deserves that love! Unfortunately, I did most of my tumblr RP back when the manga was still ongoing and tumblr was at its peak so there was a LOT more interaction then than I see these days. I wish it could go back to being that way! I miss a lot of the friends I made back then! (But also I'm still friends with some of them 10 years later, it's fantastic. You really form some lasting bonds). Even back then, however, there were only ever a couple of Sasori accounts (like... maybe 3, not including myself? And most were not active).

I'm mostly a Shisui RPer these days, though I do write for Kakashi, Tobirama, Kisame, and Izuna, too! Like I said, though, I only RP with those I'm super comfortable with, but if you want, I have plenty of recs for you! I'm also KomorebiRabbit on AO3 and @komorebirabbitwrites. My Sasori is actually heavily based on characterization from @renaerys and her works from back then (such as Zero Hour) and she is still writing FANTASTIC Sasori works to this day. I mean absolutely unbelievable, haunting, you will never get it out of your head type fics. Her characterization is unparalleled and also she's just an awesome person in general! I also mod @sasoriweek which will happen again in November of this year!

Also, if you like dark, horror-heavy Sasori, Athelise on AO3 is absolutely amazing! She writes such an interesting Sasori and some phenomenal smut, I definitely recommend her!

#Forever fave #I hope you dont mind me posting this ask #I wanted to save it cause it really is so so sweet of you to send this #sasori-anon #ask