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readychilledwine · 5 days

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Mine

Summary - Cassian always gets a little riled up when he gets to fight for your honor.

Warnings - Blood, smut, focus on reader and Cassian's differences physically, reader is thick because it felt right, oral (female receiving), Cassian going to pound town.

A/N - based on this post and our comments from @loneliestluvr I refuse to apologize for how quickly this became smut.

Being mated to the Lord of Bloodshed was never easy, especially as an illyrian female blessed to have found him before your wings were taken. “Sorry,” you whispered as he flinched. You had got to the cut on his eyebrow, wiping it down as gently as you could.

Cassian was covered in blood. A mix of his own and another male's who had not known you were claimed by the male sitting in front of you. “You okay?” He had his eyes shut as you took care of him, content under the feel of your soft hands.

“You're the one who ended up in a fight with 6 other males and walked away. I should be asking you that.” You gently reset and healed his nose, silently thanking the Mother for such a useful gift.

Everything about you two had been so perfectly planned. The skilled warrior. Loud, personable, quick on his feet. Then you, the talented healer. Intelligent, shy, soft spoken. You were balanced perfectly. A match truly made by the Gods. You continued wiping the blood from him, ensuring he would not have to change the water multiple times once you got him bathed and stepped away before offering him your hand.

It was another contrast between you two and Cassian's absolute favorite. Your soft manicured hands, his rough and calloused ones. He laced your fingers together, pretending to allow you to pull him up at he stood. “I'm fine, baby. You should see the other guys.” He smiled at his own joke, walking into the bathroom of the cabin. “Are you going to undress me too?”

“Absolutely.” You were graceful with buckle, each tie, gently pulling armor and fabric from his body until it sat on the vanity nearby. Habit took over as you folded it all, putting the clothing into baskets to be cleaned before turning back to the god in fae form behind you.

The moan Cassian released as he sunk into the warm water had your thighs clenching. You watched his head fall back as lavender scented steam came from the tub and as his shoulders fell in relaxation. “Can I wash your hair?” He groaned again at the thought, smiling as you sat behind him with the soap. “Need to show you my love and appreciation for protecting me.”

He gave a breathy laugh, shutting his eyes in bliss as you began massaging shampoo into his wavy locks. “I will always protect you, y/n. Always. You are mine.”

“I am,” he growled at your agreement, his need to possess you was high. Illyrians had always been more feral with their bonds, and you absolutely allowed him to enjoy the primal tendencies that came with it. “I will always be yours. In this life and the next.” You began rinsing his hair, ensuring every spec of blood and dirt was out before applying a deep conditioner.

“Lean forward so I can wash your back, Cassian.”

“I don't deserve you,” he was drifting off under your touch, enjoying the feeling of you kneading sore muscles as you lathered his scarred skin with a soft scented soap. “Could you get my wings?”

You leaned in, whispering in his ear. “I planned on getting them once I got you fully cleaned and the water changed.”

“Fuck that,” Cassian forced you over, pulling you in thin night gown and all before ripping it off of you. His lips were on yours and hungry. He was grabbing your hips, loving their plushy feel. “Want you now.”

“Cass, this water is disgusting.”

His head hit the tub with a thud. “Fine. Fine. It's fine.” He was, in fact, not fine. You could feel how hard he was. His length was pressing into your stomach. “I just need you. You know how I get when you take care of me.”

You were washing him again. Cleaning off his chest and face, scrubbing his arms. He was memorized by you by your body. He remembered learning about the Gods of old from Rhysand's mother, and you had to have been crafted by the goddess of love. It was another contrast. His rock-hard body, toned and cut from years of training. Your soft body, curves landing in all the right places, thighs so thick you genuinely worried when you sat on his face.

He lifted you with little effort when he knew he was clean, climbing out of the water with his lips attached to the point on your neck that drove you wild. “Done waiting,” he carried you to the bedroom, sucking that spot until he knew a deep purple mark would form.

He threw you down on the bed, not caring that it would soak the sheets and mattress as he watched your full breasts bounce. When he was like this, you knew you were in for a ride. Knew that headboard wouldn't be enough to keep you in place as he pounded into you over and over again, only content when he had ensured you were filled and would smell like him and sex for weeks. He was studying you like you were his prey, waiting to pounce at just the right time.

He found it as you shifted, laying down more on the pillows like the queen he knew you were. He did not bother kissing your lips again. Instead, it was him instantly pulling your legs over his shoulders and licking your already soaked core. Your hands shot to his hair, moans ripping through your throat. He was eager tonight. So damn eager.

“Cassian,” he hummed against you, looking up through hooded lust filled eyes. “Slow down.”

He shook his head, not even letting your clit out of his mouth as he did. “Baby, I'm going to cum if you don't go slower.” His brows shot up and a smirk formed. It spoke of every intention he had, you would not leave this bed, not without him carrying you.

Every flick of his tongue, every long drag, the soft kisses all had you melting further Into the mattress as your nerves came to life. Cassian was as calculated in bed as he was on a battlefield. Everything was precise, done with intention, and meant to fulfill his goal. His forearm went against your hips, locking you in place at his mercy.

He could feel every wave of pleasure from you shooting down that sacred and special bond. He could sense the moment you fell. Your fingers tightened on the sheets, your back arched, it was silence before the scream. Between your own pleasure, you could feel his pride leaking down the bond. Pride with how easily he could pull you apart with nothing more than his tongue. Pride over the way your body was so easily his.

He only pulled away when you began to whimper and push, but he was instantly crashing his lips on yours as he kicked off his pants. His forehead went to yours once you were both breathless. Those Hazel eyes you melted in the gaze of were feral and dark with desire. In one smooth motion with no warning, Cassian was inside of you with one single word, “Mine.”

There was no split second of calm before the storm, no moment to catch your breath after he took it from you. Cassian began to pound into you, hitting that perfect spot and making you see stars. Your nails dug into his chest, leaving small marks to join the littering scars and cuts from his earlier fight. “Mine,” the growl was deep, an ancient part of him almost begging for affirmation of the word.

“Yours,” you moaned out for him, back arching as your stomach tightened. “All yours.” Cassian's arm went across your back, hand roughly gripping your hips he could force you to move exactly how he wanted.

You could hardly breathe, mind lost to anything but Cassian. Your mate. Your everything. You could feel him down the bond, feel him getting closer with each squeeze and twitch of your walls. The room was thick with the scent of sex and sweat, the sound of his groans and you whispering and moaning his name like a prayer to some long forgotten God. “So fucking beautiful,” his free hand forced your head up, forcing you to watch as his cock slid in and out of your core, soaked in your essence. “Watch me fuck you. Watch me mark this pretty perfect pussy as mine.”

You couldn't help but to moan, feeling that edge approaching faster and faster with his. “Cassie.”

“Do it. Cum on my cock, baby.” He let you go limp below him, placing your head back on the pillows gently as he did. Wave after wave of need and pleasure washed over you, blinding your senses to anything but the feel of Cassian filling you as you Came around him. He fucked you through the high before finally finishing, not even bothering to pull out and opting to instead hold your hips so close to his you could not even tell where he began and you ended.

When he finally let you go, he barely caught himself before collapsing on top of you as his exhaustion hit him. You could help but place soft kissed along his face. His scarred brow and lip, his nose that you'd reset and healed so many times, his jaw. You finally sighed with one last lingering kiss directly on his full lips as he smiled. “That was faster than I hoped it would be.”

“Always is when you fuck me after fighting.”

“Always yours.”

He kissed your neck softly on the mark he made, whispering one last time. “Mine.”

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suugarbabe · 3 months

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Halloween party, mattheo with little demon horns and reader wearing an Angel costume that just drives him crazy (yes that man has a huge corruption kink and ruining his little Angel is 10/10 for him)

literally so sorry my requests are so so backed up because of the series i was working on and life in general. hope you don't hate me or think i forgot about you :( 18+ under the cut

Mattheo adjusted himself in his seat again, tugging at the crotch of his trousers to try to hide the increasingly growing boner he was sporting as you danced around with Pansy just a few feet in front of him. It was fitting that he chose to dress up as the devil for the Slytherin's Halloween party, horns charmed to look like they were growing directly from his head, because the thoughts he was having about you were sinful.

Dressing as an angel and devil seemed a little cliché to some, but to him it couldn't be more fitting. You were truly heavenly, ethereal even without the dangerously short white silk slip you were wearing and the charmed little wings sprouting from your shoulder blades. If he didn't know any better he'd assume this was your true form. You falling for him was definitely a miracle.

Downing the rest of his firewhiskey he hands the glass to Theo next to him before standing up, making a b-line straight for you. His touch is something you'd recognize in a crowd of thousands, so you weren't at all startled when his arm slinked itself round your waist. He leaned in closer to whisper in your ear, the feathers of your wings tickling the bare parts of his chest his chose to display that night.

"You're looking exceptionally pure tonight, Princess," his nose pressed into the nape of your neck, inhaling deeply, getting drunk on the mix of your scent with sweat and alcohol, "m'gonna have to fix that." You turned in his embrace, a small smirk playing coy on your lips. Your arms draped over his shoulders coming at a cross behind his neck, "Is that so, Mr. Devil? And how exactly would you take this angel's purity?"

You looked up at him through your lashes, batting your eyes as innocently as you could muster with the slightest little pout on your plush lips. Mattheo's grip on your hips tightened, fingers digging into the flesh through your slip dress. He closed his eyes momentarily, letting out a low huff of air that you swore has the sentient of a growl attached to it.

Pulling your chest flush to his, he started swaying your bodies slightly to the music, his mouth next to your ear giving you a direct play by play of what was running through he devious mind. "First, I'm going to take you back to my dorm, seemingly innocent to anyone that watches. As soon as the door closes," he dragged a finger under the strap of your dress slowly, goosebumps eliciting on your skin, "I'm going to rip this tiny fucking thing off of you."

"Then you're going to get on your knees, wings and all, and you're gonna take my cock down that pretty little throat of yours until there's tears running down this angelic face." He ran his forefinger gently across the apply of your cheek before gripping your throat lightly, leaning back down to your ear. "After, I'm gonna sit on the bed and your gonna sink that tight little cunt all the way down until you can feel me right here," his hand moved from your hip to put pressure right at your belly button, "I'll even let you use my horns for leverage as your ride me, how's that sound, Princess?"

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utterlyotterlyx · 16 days

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The Fox and The Fawn

High Lord Eris x Rhys!Sister!Reader x Azriel

Part Two

Summary - As the ways of the world shift, you find yourself torn between those who have always cared for you and the life you feel like you were made to live.

Warnings - some angst, mentions to past trauma, fluff

Part One

The crescent moon scars peered out from the neckline of your nightgown, still raised and angry, threatening to split open in the hope of having their former partners restored.

It wasn't often that they caused you pain, and if they did, you had learnt to live with it, but there was a knot twisting around the muscle there and every movement was causing you to hiss and wince. After you had managed to lift yourself out of bed, you stood braced against one of the posters of the frame, eyes closed and inhaling deeply to halt the contractions pulsing around the area and shooting down your spine.

A gentle knock pulled your attention, the swirling pain striking hard and threatening to send you crumpling to the ground, "What's wrong?" Azriel appeared at your side, no doubt hearing the deep breaths and audible whimpers from the other side of the door.

Azriel's room was across the hall from your own, a silly decision on Rhys' part when you thought about the complicated relationship you shared with the Shadowsinger. It wasn't odd for you to enter your room at any point of the day to find him splayed across your bed or sat by the window, he'd always liked the comfort of your room more than his own.

"There's a knot in my shoulder, I can feel it moving," Azriel nodded in understanding and led you to the bathroom at a pace that was comfortable to you, helping you to sit on the edge of the tub before moving to your medicine cabinet.

Azriel knew where everything was in your room, he knew exactly where you kept the expensive ointments and where you kept the cheaper ones that Cassian would 'borrow' from you unknowing to the fact that you knew full well that he took your things. All you needed to do was mutter what you wanted and his shadows would slither back and tell him, moments later he would return with the item and a warm smile on his lips.

Soon enough Azriel had returned to you, tub in hand and glancing to your clothed back, "Do you mind if I lower it a little?"

Shaking your head, you caught the straps of your gown before they fell too far and exposed your chest to him. Azriel's touch feathered over the scar, and he could clearly see the muscle spasming beneath the skin, you entire body convulsing along with it. It was usually Mor that tended to you in these situations, but you didn't mind Azriel helping at all, you had seen the most gruesome parts of one another. An angry muscle was nothing.

The cream was cold against your skin but you leaned into it and the owner of its appearance, Azriel's fingers worked meticulously, applying pressure in just the right place to bring you untold relief but also a surging amount of pain. Azriel apologised softly as his fingers worked their way into the muscle, rolling small circles into the skin and wincing with you as you hissed in pain.

"I know it hurts. I'm sorry," his shadows had flowed over your shoulders, hugging themselves around your neck and purring softly in your ear.

Azriel always tried his best to be mindful of your loss, going as far as to tuck his large wings behind him as much as possible when you were around despite you telling him that it wasn't an issue. It was obvious how much you missed them from when you looked at his wings, or Cassian's, or Rhys', even Feyre and Nyx weren't safe from your gaze.

A few more minutes went by of Azriel's fingers rubbing into your skin and you weren't in pain anymore, it had floated away in the abyss and you exhaled from your mouth as his hands came to rest atop your shoulders, "Thank you."

"Of course," he glanced about the bathroom, "Do you need me to do anything else?"

"I should be fine, thank you."

The touch of his fingers were still on your bare shoulders and you could feel his gaze trailing down the thick waves of your messy morning hair to the large scars carved into your shoulders. Warmth spread across your skin as his digits lay unmoving on you and you turned your head to the side to capture his gaze, “Is everything alright?”

Pulling him from his trance, Azriel cleared his throat and took a step backward, bumping into the jagged edge of the tub with a dull thump, “Fine. Everything is fine,” it didn’t go unnoticed by you how his shadows had restrained his wings, pinning them behind his back, but before you could tell him to stop, to not hide from you, he had spoke, “I should go. Rhys is sending me on a mission with Nesta.”

You stood, pulling the thin strings of your nightgown back over your shoulders as you faced him, “You and Nesta?” Your voice echoed in the large bathroom, rattling against the windowpanes that were begging to be opened to allow the sweet sonnet of Velaris to reach you, “Why both of you?”

“I can’t say,” he couldn’t say? Or he didn’t know? “I just wanted to come and say goodbye.”

“And to tell me to watch my mouth whilst you’re gone?”

Azriel smirked, “That too,” he wound his arms around your waist and pulled you into him, swaying softly with you in his arms, “I’ll be back soon.”

Cedar was consuming you and you swayed with him, eyes fluttered closed and enjoying the contact of his arms around you, “Be careful,” it was all you could say to make him aware that you cared, he knew that too.

Pulling back from you slightly, he looked down on you, running his thumb along the curve of your jaw, “Always am,” he pressed his lips to your forehead, where your hair met the skin, and paced from the room, his shadows fighting to stay back for one more moment with you.

It was no coincidence that Rhys had decided to send both Azriel and Nesta on a joint mission, the two people closest to you suddenly being ordered away from the Night Court. Away from you. It was unsettling to say the least. Rhys had been keeping a wary eye on you since the morning Eris had left a few days ago, he had noticed how Eris had lingered around you that night at dinner, how the High Lord had unknowingly dressed in the same colours as you, and he didn’t like it one bit.

It felt like punishment, to force you into solitude for aiding Eris at that meeting. It wasn’t like you didn’t enjoy spending time with the rest of your family, or that you didn’t like them, it’s just that Azriel and Nesta understood you in the deepest way possible, from the intricate ticking of your mind, to your wit, to the abuse you had suffered and the darkness that lingered inside of your soul, tainting it with its inky mist.

The entirety of Prythian, whilst they knew of you, wouldn’t be able to pick you out in a crowd if it weren’t for your telltale eyes. It was always something that had bothered you, why exactly were you so hidden, like forbidden fruit born from a poison oak. To look at but never touch, to never be intrigued by, to never interact with unless they wished death upon themselves.

You were the last resort, the one Rhys would call upon if there was no other option. At first you believed it was because he truly wanted to keep you out of harms way, to protect you and the future of the court, but as time ticked away, it became glaringly obvious that protecting you wasn’t the reason for it at all.

Rhys was supposed to be the most powerful High Lord that Prythian had ever seen.

What would people think when they saw you, his lesser than sister unworthy of any true title, possessing power that even he found unfathomable?

Sure, Rhys could mist a portion of an army away with a lift of the finger, but you could decimate entire battlefields without even blinking if you so wished it. It wasn’t information he wanted to be common knowledge, so it wasn’t.

The reflection in the mirror was the perfect rendition of the mask you had worn your entire life, soft, elegant, naive, unknowing, it disguised the raging wildfire that consumed you daily, that begged to be unleashed, to devour the world in your fury and conform anyone who stood against you to ash.

A practiced smile fell onto your lips, your hands were neatly folded atop your form fitting plum purple skirt, and your shoulders dropped with a sigh. In that moment, as you stood before your reflection, dressed in fitted fabric of onyx and purple, did you realise how much better you looked in red.

The library had always been your sanctuary, perhaps that was the reason you and Nesta had become so close. She too sought out the comfort that only the library could provide, maybe it was the smell of worn parchment or the faint aroma of oak from the sturdy shelves, maybe it was how the light trickled through the stained glass windows or the comfort of the deep seated armchairs. Whatever it was, it definitely owned a part of you, of you both.

Nesta had found herself idly glancing at the titles on the shelves, it was the week after she had been Made, and one of the first moments she had left her bedroom since finding herself in Velaris. The eldest Archeron sister knew little of you, so little in fact that she didn’t realise you were Rhys’ sister until you told her.

You’d found Nesta in one of the many hidden pews of books, clutching a particular title between your fingers, she had looked awful back then with her hallowed cheeks and sickly pale skin, and she had commented on your inability to announce yourself, and you had told her that she better watch how she spoke to you in your home. Of course that meant that you would become close friends.

Silence swirled about you, a room that was usually rife with Nesta’s sharp humour and chatter about the books you had swapped with her was nothing but a wistful memory.

The library was off limits to everyone bar you and Nesta who came and went as you pleased, other members of the inner circle had to ask for special permission to enter the sanctuary you had made for yourselves. It was an uninterrupted space, a place of harmony and exploration.

Which is exactly why you scowled when you saw Lucien sat in your usual seat with his legs propped atop the vintage coffee table, sifting through pages of a random book he had removed from its perch without giving it much attention or care.

“Care to explain what you’re doing here, Lucien?”

Lucien glanced up at you then, cocking his head to the side and examining you. His mechanical eye whirred, filling the space, as his gaze narrowed in on you, “You look better in red,” his eyes moved to the space behind you which led to the open hallway with walls adorned with various portraits, namely one of yourself that Rhys had commissioned before the happenings of Amarantha, midnight purple wings and all; Lucien silently beckoned you inside with his stare and you closed the doors behind your entrance with a soft click.

Floating to the nearest open seat, a plush black armchair opposite him which homed a red wine velvet cushion, you waved your fingers and the atmosphere fell dense, “You can speak freely,” a shimmer clung to the air like speckles of glistening starlight, and Lucien knew that if anyone were to enter in search of you that they wouldn’t see anything but an empty room before their eyes.

Glamoured.

Lucien was by no means an unpleasant male to look at, he shared so many aspects with Eris, the elder brother than you could see in Lucien’s fire red hair and russet eyes, in his chiselled cheekbones and golden skin, even in the distant surveying glint in his eye. You didn’t know much about the Vanserra brother that resided in your city, but from what Feyre had told you, Lucien was trustworthy, one of the few males in the land she would always be able to count on.

Reaching into the back pocket of his deep brown briefs, Lucien held a piece of parchment before your narrowed eyes, turning it over in his fingers whilst contemplating whether or not to give it to you. Lucien knew little of you, only fragments of you from what Elain had told him in passing, but he had a feeling that you were much more than what you appeared to be. Such was obvious from the subtle notes he picked up from watching you converse with Eris a few evenings prior.

The parchment was rough under his touch, calloused paper that was singed at the edges. Lucien hadn’t dared to open it when it had appeared under his mug that morning with your name intricately scribed onto the folded surface, instead awaiting for his own note to appear, which it had moments later with strict instructions to make sure the note reached you no matter what.

“This is from Eris,” you sat up straighter in your seat, the once unbothered and passive stare now replaced with one of excited intrigue. He smirked.

Lucien held out the parchment to you, and you were ashamed at how fast you rose from your seat to claim it from your fingers. It smelt of him, of autumn pine and cinnamon, the same scent that had lingered on your skin since the morning he had left.

You sent him a sidelong glare and tried to keep your features as trained and neutral as possible, holding it lax in your fingers like you weren’t itching to flip it open and read away, “You know that Rhys would nail your balls to the wall if he knew you were giving this to me?”

Lucien hummed, grinning at you, “Yes. But something tells me that he’s not going to find out.”

Damn Lucien Vanserra and his keen eye, and damn you for allowing a sliver of your true nature to shine through for him to see.

Deep down you were a young girl in love with the idea of fated mates, of true love and happiness, of bright tomorrows and forevers, and it taken a lot of darkness to try and squash that hope that lingered within your soul. Centuries of believing that your power and name made you unlovable, to be feared only.

“What makes you think that?”

Lucien cocked his head to the side, looking you up and down, confirming to himself that there was no way that you would tell a soul, not even Nesta, “That hope I just saw in those eyes,” he rose from his seat and approached your position, “Perhaps it’s time for you to wake up,” he spoke in a tone that indicated that he knew something that you didn’t, many things actually.

Casting his gaze downward at the beautiful cursive rendition of your name, he spoke, “Write your response and will it back to him, it will dissipate into ash in your fingers and float to him in the wind.”

“Why have you delivered this?”

Lucien shrugged, “So many questions,” his voice trailed off, shoving his hands deep into his pockets he stepped toward the door, “Because y/n,” he turned from you, talking to you over his shoulder, “I think you’re the first person I’ve ever seen Eris be so openly kind to, do you know how hard it is for him to apologise about anything?”

Then he was done, and the moment he stepped out into the hallway the glamour dropped and you shivered at the sensation of it.

The portrait of you stared at him and he stopped before it, drinking in the beauty of the starlit backdrop and your wildfire ringed orbs that cut through the darkness like a beacon of enveloping safety. Lucien glanced back to you, noting how you stood in the room peering down at the parchment, turning it over in your hands and thinking about whether or not it was a good idea to indulge the new High Lord, “Life has its challenges, y/n. It’s up to you to decide if they’re worth the struggle.”

He spoke from knowledge, of his own truth, “Were they worth it to you?”

Lucien smiled fondly, no doubt casting his mind to his beautiful mate that breathed life back into his weathering essence, “Very much so.”

It had taken a lot of back and forth mental arguments to bring yourself to open Eris’ note. There was a delicious foreboding about it all that made it all the more tempting, Rhys would lose the reigns of his consciousness and submit himself to his own darkness if he knew.

But Lucien was right, there was no way that you were going to tell him.

With your heartbeat thundering in your chest, you slipped your thumb between the fold and flipped the note open.

Eris’ writing wasn’t as you thought it would be, you were expecting messy handwriting with little personable tone to the words, but how wrong you were, how wrong you were when you could hear that sultry whisky deep voice linger in every neatly curved word you read.

I apologise for putting you in the position of keeping something from your family, but I had to speak to you, and this is the only way I can.

Allowing your gaze to linger on the words, the paper rustled in the breeze from the open window, like Eris had sent the element to give you a little nudge. Reaching for a pen, you scribed your reply, watching the paper engulf in contained flame and the ash dance away in the wind, just as Lucien had said.

It’s not just yourself that you’re putting in danger. Poor Lucien for becoming entangled in another scandal.

A moment passed, and another piece of parchment appeared in your lap doused in his scent.

Any danger is worth even a mere second of your time.

Even if it means pissing off the most powerful High Lord in Prythian’s history?

Even then. But we both know that Rhysand isn’t the most powerful, don’t we Fawn?

Butterflies pulsed in your stomach at the name, you were by no means a fawn, but the sincere softness of it made your heart clench.

If you’re alluding to yourself then I’m afraid you’re severely mistaken, High Lord.

The paper vanished, reappearing again moments later and you could have sworn you could see Eris tucked away in the office of Fir Manor, dressed in an unbuttoned shirt and forest green briefs, hair tousled and smirking into the air with a quill resting between his digits.

This is perhaps the one and only time where I will happily be mistaken… and please, it’s Eris.

Do I not threaten you?

Should you?

You thought about it, there wasn’t a bone in your body that wished to be feared or appear as threatening, it was the role you had grown into, the one you had always played with little say in it, and it was like he knew that.

No, I shouldn’t.

The paper vanished and you waited a stretch for it to return, confiding yourself to staring at the starlit skies beyond the window and wonder where exactly Nesta and Azriel had been sent off to.

Where would Rhys have sent them? And why couldn’t Azriel tell you about it? Did he even know himself what the aim of his mission was? Did Nesta? Why had he chosen the two people closest to you and knowingly left you without someone to lean on?

I see the mask you wear. I see what it’s done to you. You’ve worn it for so long that you feel lost within it, as though the mask has consumed your light. I want to tell you to let the fire burn, to be yourself is the greatest gift you could ever give.

Who knew that the fox could speak with sentiment?

And, like you could hear the earthy chuckle through the inked words, you could practically hear him say,

There are many things that you don’t know about me, Little Fawn. Perhaps one day I’ll let you close enough to find out.

The ghost of his voice lingered around you, like faint whispers of a lover at sunrise.

No, you wouldn’t tell Rhys, or anyone for that matter about the oh so wrong pit burying itself into your gut, or about your nerves prickling with flaming desire.

Blood and loyalty be damned.

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anantaru · 1 year

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𝐃𝐎𝐍‘𝐓 𝐁𝐄 𝐂𝐑𝐔𝐄𝐋

after you were trying your hardest, over and over again, to make your relationship work yet still failing in the end, you ultimately decided it‘d be better to end it with scaramouche.

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୨୧ WARNINGS: angst, gn! reader, mention of past intimacy between each other, break up, slight yan ?? a sprinkle, scara‘s overwhelmed and doesn‘t know how to be normal.

love.

love is kind, patient. As calm as a rural sea on a silent night.

love takes delight in the truth, in mutual understanding and trust. It never takes offense, it is not resentful.

additionally, love is able to forgive, to hope and to endure so why, why did your love fly away, with no strings and a pair of attached, imaginary wings on their back?

how often did you try to see the once shining radiant light in midst the insufferable darkness you called your relationship with scaramouche.

being guided by nothing but sorrow, you remembered that it wasn‘t always like that, was it?

as a strong believer in the saying of ”whatever you held onto about yourself will eventually come true“, you had manipulated yourself into thinking just that, which had later on caused a swell of deep hope to cover the majority of your burning heart.

you manifested for your relationship to take a sharp turn after barely overstepping each hard coming without escaping unscattered.

committing to a relationship was first and foremost, to accept each trait your significant other had, it truly didn't matter if it was good or bad as long as you were well equipped enough to be there for them.

but when does that not apply anymore?

exactly when it seemed as if you were forgetting about your own well being.

you see, you can twist and turn the narrative but in the end it was obvious that scaramouche had to work through more than 'just' a few hardships.

maybe it would be better for his own health to be alone for a while, to find his true nature and gather a newfound feeling of love towards himself before being able to hold love towards another person.

with an aching, deep throb in your heart, you opened the door to the bedroom you once shared as you spotted your boyfriend, well, soon to be ex boyfriend right away, sitting on the edge of the bed, his sight lowered towards the cold floor.

"you‘re here."

with the burn of pain those words caused alone, the idea of holding yourself back was in vein, scaramouche had you already figured out from the start so hiding the blatant truth would only feed into each negative aspect of the conversation that was developing right now.

"you told me to come, why shouldn't i be here?"

it was strange, truly, the immediate change in his usual tone was apparent, scaramouche sounded distant, as if he already knew what was coming next.

breaking away from your frozen stance, you proceeded to close the bedroom door, each small step well thought out until you were as close as necessary, proceeding.

"can you look at me?"

no matter how much you wanted to get this heartfelt decision over with, you still desired to end it properly, without leaving unanswered questions hidden which would sooner or later poke your mind, more so eat you from the inside out until nothing was left to be devoured.

for a short amount of time, he did not speak, his arms were resting on his thighs as he kept his eyes pierced towards the cold wooden floor, never daring to break away.

you gave him the time, as much as he sought after. At the back of your mind ominous darkened thoughts found refuge in, a cold spider like sensation was swarming up and down the entirety of your spine, deepening the restraint in your voice.

you watched in silence, thousands of questions prowling through your cloudy mind as he, in a trice, decided to speak up, "how ungraciously backward you can be, to force me through this."

the inner voice inside you churned through your body, desperately warning you, a dazed look of bewilderment crossing the irritated state your face was trapped in.

"what do you mean by that?"

with an attempt to keep your trembling lip under control, you gathered the soft flesh in between your teeth, only a tiny bit until the self restraint of your body returned to you.

"i mean it exactly how i said it." on a heavy sigh, he continued with a demeaning voice, the epitome of gradient turmoil blistering your heart, you absolutely despised it whenever he got to talk to you in that precise manner.

"you know my past and yet you still persist." at his final word, he at last, lifted his head to meet your glowing eyes, glowing for the wrong reasons that is as they were welling up with warm tears.

"what do you expect me to do kuni?"

scaramouche flinched at the name you decided to use, after all, it was long forgotten yet whenever you said it, whenever you referred to him with it, it sounded all the more familiar and intimate.

"nothing.. nothing."

swarmed with the view of him, your throat seized. Indigo eyes, crystallized mind, his attention on you was heavy as you decided to move forward, cautiously taking a seat next to him.

the mattress shifted of your added weight, there was no point in arguing but for some unexplained, fucked up reason, it always proceeded to end up like this.

"i never intended to hurt you, but i'm at my limit." the tears in you made your eyes glimmer, the previous confidence that was utterly dominant upon approaching the bedroom before, was long gone with your head hung low, but you still desired to finish what you had started.

"it's always the same, it will always end the same."

much to your surprise, scaramouche for once decided to listen to you. You were wary of the sudden change in mannerism but didn't complain, it gave off a pleasant way to articulate what you wanted to say to him.

"and we need to break up in order to get better."

another hesitation in your voice, he immediately noticed, his throat loosening with an approaching laugh, "oh, so that's how it is."

with a tumble forward, he got off the bed to stand tall, his shoulders tugged back in a confident stance, turning around yet again.

"you just want to cast me aside too, don't you?"

this wasn't fair, how could this possibly be fair in any other occasion?

all the preparation to this conversation, thrown aside, the burning, heartbreaking feeling was tearing you apart, as if trapped in a maze, one you couldn't escape, one that got smaller within each minute, one that would squeeze you to death by the very end.

"you don't see my point, can you at least try to understand?" the past was continuously invading the present, it was devastating.

"can i try, what?" he draws one touch on you, only one, forcefully grabbing your chin in between his fingers to make you look at him, but still keeping the contact with your skin light, as to not hurt you.

your throat grew tighter as a natural response to the once cold air becoming thicker as you spoke, each sentence alluring the feature.

silent anger, like true liquid fire but it didn't spill, he kept it to himself while only showing short nuances of the burning ache eating away his blazing core.

mindlessly sitting on the edge of terror, you bristled on the faint independence you had left in yourself.

"i will always love you, but don't you realize that right now, you're literally showing me why it won't work."

scaramouche could no longer see anything but the threat of losing you, he couldn't hear you, not anymore, his mind was at risk to collapse and break, the hand on your chin beginning to tremble.

is it possible to scream without screaming? to cry without crying or to die without dying? because to scaramouche it felt as if those things were happening to him, right this second in front of you.

"what about all those times we made love to each other, hm? does this mean nothing to you anymore?"

a tear, barely to be perceived, danced around the corner of his eye as it spilled, alone and lost, plastering the cold floor.

"or when you told me that you'll never leave like the rest of them?"

scaramouche remembered those distinct feelings within his chest now, how hysterical laughable, he thought he had long since disposed of them entirely.

yet the one you managed to awake in him was still there, like a micro organism feeding on its damaged host, eating away the spirit until death was inevitable.

the first time he had perceived those world-shattering emotions, he was cast aside by his creator, his mother.

the words you intended to say were murdered in your throat, rejected, "i don't know what to say."

each decision had a consequence laced around it, some more gruesome than the other.

"you don't have to say anything." his innermost self, his being, gathered the last courage to lock his eyes with yours before lastly letting go of your chin, straightening his posture.

you felt the chill in your blood, ice water in your veins, the silence in your ears, the death of your failing relationship. Part of the pain, you could endure.

but could he?

"i should go." with clear, pure agony in your soul, you ultimately rose up from your seat to pass him and reach the door to the exit.

he stood still, not moving an inch of his tensed muscles, letting his thoughts walk out around him, in search of something he knew he couldn't get, at least not now.

"if you think that's the end."

scaramouche didn't intend to finish his sentence to you, nor reveal it, more so did it involuntarily divulge out of him.

what he meant by that was unclear to the both of you, it lingered both unpredictability and uncertainty in the air.

something was not right but you could not decipher the darkened suspicion with your alarm bells pointing right towards them.

it was the end, like a book you closed after reading through it, even if you dared to pick it up again, nothing would change in it.

your relationship was nothing but a broken mirror within a casted ray of sunlight, damaged and split as you left at last, scrambling the final steps out of the apartment you once shared.

to turn around, to watch you go, with the world around him animating death.

passed by limitless silence, he closed his eyes, endlessly consuming the darkness that were his thoughts.

and so, it wasn‘t a tear that slowed out of him, but a hysterical laugh, side splitting and crazy, as he commented for the very last time.

"how foolish you can be, dear."

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scekrex · 2 months

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Hey could you by chance do an Adam x reader who dies their hair all the time? Like one month they have blue hair, the next it's pink, then black, then red, and there's no real way to tell what color is next besides maybe a "I think people with *insert hair color here* look super cool", thanks and have an amazing day/night!

I fucking got you, as someone who used to dye his hair every 4-6 weeks, I feel reader's vibe

Pretty Boy Swag

pairing: Adam x male!reader

warnings: language

note: not beta read bc fuck you I don't have beta readers

“Adam,” you called out for your boyfriend from the bathroom. It only took him a few seconds to open the door and lean against the door frame, his arms were crossed over his chest and the look in his eyes was critical. Even though he was very much enjoying the view of you sitting there only dressed in boxer shorts in order not to mess up any clothes.

In annoyance he sighed, “What color this time?” Like don't get him wrong, he didn't mind that you dyed your hair regularly, he thought it was fucking badass, but he didn't like helping you because no matter how careful he was, he would always get that fucking hair dye on his skin and it would take days to fade. Your lips curled into a playful smirk as you put on your gloves and squirted some dye onto your plastic covered palm. “First bleaching, then purple,” you replied. Adam's eyes flickered up to look at the faded neon green that your hair currently was and decided that purple sounded like a fucking great upgrade. “Alright, gimme the gloves,” he continued to act all annoyed as he stepped closer. The brunette stopped behind you and took the gloves you held up to him. Once his hands were safe, he took the bottle with bleach inside from you. Bleach was fine, it burned a little in his eyes and it smelled absolutely horrible, but bleach didn't stain his hands for days so he could live with that. As long as none of it got onto his or your wings, that was.

The bit of bleach that you had squeezed onto your hand you roughly applied, only for Adam to bat your hand away, “You want me to help so you're gonna sit fucking still and let me do my fucking thing.” He would never admit that he secretly enjoyed your little hair dying sessions. It was relaxing, really. “So why purple?” the first man hummed as he made sure the bleach covered every inch of your hair. “Y’know, because extermination is in a couple days and your battle robe is mainly purple so,” you shrugged as you watched Adam through the mirror in front of you, “So you thought it would be a nice fucking match, huh?” he finished for you. “Damn right. Whatcha think?”

Adam thought about it for a moment, “Do you have golden dye?” You raised an eyebrow at that, curious on what his plans were. “Yeah, in the back of the cabinet is a bit of leftover gold, why?” Adam however, completely ignored your question and continued to cover your hair in bleach silently.

Once he was done the two of you decided to order food and something while the bleach was working its magic. A thing Adam didn't calculate was that the food would take some time to arrive so when it did, it was already time to wash out the chemicals. So instead of immediately eating, you two went back into the bathroom to finish your job.

“So you gonna tell me what you need that for? I asked for purple, not gold,” you were about to complain but Adam pushed you down on your shoulders until you were sitting on the chair you had placed there before you had started to mix the bleach. “Split dye babes, if you wanna match colors, we're gonna do it fucking right.” You liked the way he thought. So he used the golden hair dye on the left and the purple on the right side. Once the color was applied, the two of you finally got to eat.

“Remind me to let you pick my hair color every now ‘n’ then, big guy, because fuck you have taste,” you mumbled with a mouth full of sushi and a shit eating grin on your lips. “Did you ever doubt that?” his voice was playful as he raised an eyebrow at you, a silent challenge. “Maybe, I mean gold and purple? C’mon, that's clearly a you-thing.” If he could, he would've tackled you and wrestled you down onto the floor, pinning you down. But he couldn't because that would cause a fucking mess, not only on the floor but also on your head. So he didn't.

Well at least until you had washed it out, because the second you had turned off the sink, he wrapped his hands around your waist, lifted you up just to carry you on his shoulders like a large bag of potatoes. “The fuck?” you squeaked in surprise as Adam carried you out of the bathroom and right into your bedroom. “Adam my hair's still fucking wet!” Not that he cared. He dropped you onto the soft mattress and leaned over you within a blink and for a tiny moment you felt dizzy by how quick he had moved. “Shush bitchboy, you look absolutely fucking glorious and I take that as my sign to fuck you stupid.”

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel adam #adam x male reader #male reader #adam x y/n #adam x reader #adam x you

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originalgenshinscenarios · 10 months

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Hello there! I humbly ask for Lisa, Eula, Kujou Sara, and a fourth of your choice, beach HC's with their S/O because I'm literally melting in this weather and would like to look at something nice before i turn to liquid

Okay I decided to scratch my first come first served rule just because I wanted to throw Nilou in here and I was DYING to write for her (legit I can't find any Nilou x reader content SMH)

Lisa, Eula, Sara and Nilou on the beach with their S/O

Reader here is gender neutral

Tw: few somewhat suggestive comments (Lisa), alcohol mention (Eula)

Lisa

You know her, you didn't even need to finish your sentence and she agreed immediately to come to the beach.

Relaxing with you by her side while listening to calming sounds of the ocean was truly a paradise.

AND on top of that she gets to see you in a swimsuit, there is literally no reason for her to refuse.

She was quickly ready to go, and of course she had to impress you with her own choice of swimwear as well.

Although she wasn't doing much swimming, she preferred a good nap under the shade. But if you asked her to, she would come with you for a few minutes to cool off. Still the two of you didn't spend evey single second together.

So, if you happened to leave Lisa alone for a longer time it was very likely to get hit on. At first she'd politely shoo anyone away, but you already know what happened to the persistent types. After all, if there is something to fear it's Lisa who lost her patience.

And she'd gladly tell you that story. Mostly to calm herself down. But after talking to you she quickly forgets about it since just looking at you makes her thoughts go back to a better place~

Eula

She didn't feel the heat as badly as you did, but she'd be lying if she said that she was against the idea of going to the beach.

She was looking forward to also trying some drinks at a bar. After all: you need to hydrate yourself. Especially during weather like this.

Thankfully the ridiculous beach prizes weren't so encouraging, so she didn't drink too much.

So after that refreshing start you decided to have usual beach fun. The cold water was almost like a blessing.

If you splash her, you know that she will fight back. Even if your splash is gentle- you just started a war. One that she will win.

And it was clear how much fun she was having, although she wouldn't admit half of it. "It was just a nice way to cool off, nothing more nothing less" kind of excuse.

You knew the truth though, but you decided to not make her uncomfortable by teasing her and pushing her to admit to it.

Still you couldn't resist small comments here and there, thankfully she didn't mind.

Kujou Sara

She pretended the heat wasn't getting to her, shielding herself from the sun with her wings but it wasn't much help since her wings being cooked by the sun wasn't a pleasant feeling either.

She was stubborn, claiming that she doesn't need a break. But you managed to eventually convince her. After all, if not to cool off, she can't say no to a regular date with you right?

You didn't know why she was avoiding it so much, and she didn't want to tell you either. She quickly got adjusted to your plans though.

When you got there she was feeling spending the time more actively. So running along the shore, swimming. Literally anything but sitting still. At least for the start.

Since with how hot it was, the idea of just sitting and doing nothing just seemed like you're going to be tortured by the sun.

Be it volleyball, swimming or just running she just wanted to do something. No matter what you ended up doing, she wasn't going all out on it.

It was all just casual fun. And watching her enjoy herself was amazing. She still had that focused look on her face that is so intimidating (and charming) yet when she spoke you could tell that she was relaxed.

Nilou

In general during such hot weather she made it clear how important it was to hydrate yourself often as well as apply sunscreen. So she reminded you both of such every once in a while whenever you were exposed to the sun for a longer time.

She was also suffering from that heat, so she was surprised she didn't come up with the beach idea herself! She had a lot of ways to battle the hot weather but in the end a date with you is something she just can't refuse.

While you were on your way some of her merchant friends insisted to give her "a few" items... But at least it was something you could use on the beach so you didn't have to go home to put everything away, such a nice coincidence...

Compared to how much stuff she usually gets it was pretty light this time. So you didn't have to suffer the heat with heavy luggage on top of that.

Even with that few interruptions and delay, you finally made it to the beach and Nilou almost immediately took your hand and the two of you went for a swim as soon as you placed everything down.

It was just so hot, walking to the beach was only making her look forward to swimming even more.

Her smile when she finally felt the refreshing cold water was to die for. She had a lot of fun swimming. And when she looked carefully she saw a few pretty shells. So she ended up picking them throughout your beach day. She didn't do anything with them exactly, but it was always something to remind her of this fun day with you.

~Mod Lisa

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moonlightazriel · 1 year

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Caring /// Azriel X F!Reader

Summary: “heyy! can i get an azriel x reader fic where she’s taking care of him like cleaning his wings and washing his hair and all while he tells her about his day? like super fluffy and cute and domestic. thank you bby and feel free to drop this request if you don’t feel like writing it <3”

Warnings: None

Word Count: 970

Notes: Thank you @cityofidek for requesting this, I loved writing it. Fluff Az is everything to me ❤️❤️❤️

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My eyes followed the words on the page, the book Nesta recommended was exciting, a little too obscene but it was the kind of book that made you devour the pages, eager for more as the story progressed. My hand gripped the cushion as the storyline came to an unexpected turn, the lead female having to decided between saving her lover or herself.

I wasn’t aware of my surroundings neither that i was holding my breath until Azriel’s voice sounded in the doorway, my chest rising rapidly as I closed the book, my eyes looking away from the pages and landing on my mate. My mouth fell open and my eyes were so wide that they almost popped out my eye socket.

“Oh Mother, what happened to you?” I breathed out as i kept looking up and down him, he was a mess, he had mud covering his body, some droplets of blood on his face, his hair completely disheveled and a shy smile on his lips.

“We decided to train outside Velaris, maybe fly a little, but suddenly started to rain and Cassian thought that it was a good idea and he started a mud fight.” Azriel eyed me from behind his lashes, like a child trying not to be scolded, my ears finally hearing the soft tapping of the rain on the windows.

“The three of you are really Illyrian babies, aren’t you?” I giggled at him and got up, discarding the book on my previous seat and walking towards him. “Let’s get you cleaned, baby boy.” He happily let me take his dirty hand and guide him to the main bathroom.

He stripped his clothes off while I filled the bathtub, choosing some of my favorite scents and shaking the water to form bubbles, sitting on the side of the tub, I waited for Az to climb in, his big body splashing water as he submerged his head.

He rose again, bubbles on his hair as I reached for the shampoo bottle, applying some in my hand and starting to rub his hair, he rested his head on my lap, I didn’t care about getting wet, as he already had me soaking when he entered the tub.

“How was your day my love?” My hands gently washed through his locks, his hair falling adorably on his forehead while he kept his eyes closed.

“We didn’t feel like training in the House of Wind today, so we just headed to the woods.” I lifted my eyebrows, they loved the space and how practical the sparring ring was there.”

“There was something wrong with the House?”His eyes opened a little and his cheeks were colored on a bright red, i leaned down, kissing the tip of his nose as he looked adorable that way.

“Nesta and the Valkyries wanted to do solo training, so she kicked us out.” I snorted and he smiled, picturing Nesta with her hands resting on her hips while she sent them away. “So the woods seemed a good idea, we used to go there to train when we were young.” I removed the shampoo and grabbed a cloth, soaking it with soap and moved, getting behind him to clean his chest and wings.

Azriel’s lips parted and a breathy moan escaped him, the cloth dragging on his wings, rubbing the spots where the mud had dried out, I knew that his wings were sensitive in a sexual way, but in these intimate moments, where we just did something together and listened to each other, this kind of touch never turned him on, he just hummed and enjoyed the comfort he would feel as my finger slid on his wings, the feeling of love suffocating the lust, he felt safe when I did that.

“We were doing a intense training when the first drops of rain fell, and suddenly it was a whole thunderstorm, the heavy drops soothing my sore muscles. Mud start flying everywhere as our feet hit the ground.” My hands got down his chest, cleaning his collarbone and shoulders, his head turned to the side and he placed a kiss on my arm. “Then Cassian fell on his ass, Rhys and i stopped and started laughing at him, you should have seen his face, he was so mad that he grabbed a hand full of mud, throwing at Rhysand, and he just did the same and we ended up hiding in the woods trying to hit the other.”

“Did you win?” His smile widened and he opened his eyes, looking at me.

“Not to brag, but I’m sure Rhysand and Cassian are still removing mud from their mouths right now.” I giggled and he rested his head against my arm.

“I knew you would beat those two losers.” I joked and Az laughed, his chest rising and the sound reverberating on the walls. “I think you’re all set, mister.” I said getting up and heading to our bedroom to find something for him to wear. He showed up behind me, the towel wrapped around his waist while he dried his hair with another, I gave him his clothes and got to the bathroom to clean the mess.

Changing clothes, I hopped on bed with him, pulling him closer until his head rested on my chest, one of my hands resting on his back and the other one caressing his hair, I could feel the slowly rising of his chest as he started drifting to sleep, his tired body gaining it’s deserved rest as i hummed, singing to him, a melody that I heard once the bond snapped, the kind of melody that tells me that I finally found my home.

#acotar #azriel #azriel shadowsinger #azriel x reader #sarahjmaas #shadowsinger #night court #azriel x y/n #velaris #fluff #moonlightazriel

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ismartiegirl300-blog · 1 year

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The First Place I Thought To Go

Description: Oneshot. You are a sidekick at Hawk’s agency. He keeps your relationship professional but then tonight happens. Gender Neutral Reader.

Warnings!: Mentions sex but no actual intercourse occurs! Fluff and some angst! Rating PG.

It had been a long day. Villain activity in the city had seen a recent spike. You tried your hardest to keep your eyes open to finish the day’s paperwork but as the hour inched closer to midnight you decided it was time to wrap up and head home. The paperwork could be done tomorrow.

You stopped by Hawk’s office to say goodnight and let him know about the paperwork. He probably wouldn’t mind right? You knew he was usually still in the office even at this hour. It’s like he avoided his home at all costs.

After knocking on the door you received no answer.

“Hawks?”

Still no answer. You open the door slowly and peep your head in. The office is empty. A red light blinks on his desk. You walk over and realize it’s some sort of alert. He must have gone to deal with a villain.

“Always on the job that one.” You smile and shake your head before heading out the door.

The bus ride home felt like forever and it was 1am before you found yourself walking into your modest apartment. You sigh and set your stuff on the counter before shaking off your hero suit and hopping into the shower. It always felt good to rinse off the sweat and hard day’s work. You let the water stream down your face and your thoughts strayed towards your boss.

Hawks. He was probably still out working. You wouldn’t be surprised if you found out he pulled an all nighter on paperwork tomorrow. You wondered why he never wanted time off and why he never seemed to want to go home. Let’s be honest your apartment wasn’t much but it was cozy and you were always excited to come home at the end of the day. Maybe Hawks had a secret controlling girlfriend that he wanted to avoid... or maybe he didn’t have anyone and that’s why he didn’t want to go home. You thought about Hawks, always speeding off to the next fight, always looking out for others, smirking and making sarcastic comments to the sidekicks. But there was sometimes when no one else was looking and you watched that handsome smile fade. You would quickly avert your eyes once he noticed you though. And he always seemed to notice you.

You pushed your thoughts down. This was your boss. You had to remember that. You shut the water off and after rushing through your routine you slip your Hawks themed PJ’s on. They were yellow with his signature red feathers dotted about. What can you say? You had always been a fan and there was a reason you applied for his agency.

You start drying your hair with a towel and walking towards your bedroom. You sit on your bed and breathe a long sigh, ready to tuck yourself in for the night. Right as you turn to reach for your covers you hear a loud thump on your balcony. You immediately jump up and prep your quirk. Adrenaline rushed through your veins and you felt your brain start buzzing with the possibilities.

“Who’s there!?” You call as you approach your balcony door slowly.

You hear a muffled reply.

“What?! Speak up! What do you want?!” You call out inching ever closer to the door.

“It’s me, Hawks.” You can barely hear the reply through the glass.

“Hawks?!” You throw open the curtains and sure enough Hawks is on your balcony. Except he’s sitting slumped against your railing and you can see blood.

“Oh my god!” You slam open the door and stoop down.

Hawks looks up at you with a sloppy grin. He’s gripping his arm and blood is spilling from beneath his fingers. His jacket is nowhere to be found and you notice his wings are smaller than normal. His hero costume is all torn up and his eyes seem slightly out of focus.

“Hey Y/N...” He grins up at you before wincing in pain.

“What happened to you? What are you doing here?... How do you know where I live??” So many questions race through your mind and out of your mouth.

“Huh? Sorry baby bird, that was a lot to follow...(another wince) right now.” The words are strained coming out of his mouth and you can hear his irregular breath.

“Oh I’m so sorry! Here come in, I’ll grab my first aid kit.” You pull him into your dark room and quickly close the door. Hawks collapses into your desk chair while you pull down your first aid kit from your closet shelf. You flick on the desk lamp before kneeling down in front of Hawks. His eyes were closed. He was hurt and tired.

“Let me look at your arm. We might have to get you to a hospital. Actually... why didn’t you go to a hospital?”

Hawks opens his eyes and looks down at you while slowly offering his arm. You can see a gash there and you begin to clean the wound.

“Pfft. A hospital? For these wounds? I’ll be fine, I don’t want to trouble a doctor over something minimal.”

You press your lips together and give him an unapproving look. But as you clean out the wound on his arm you see that he’s right. The cut isn’t actually that deep and he should heal up just fine. Your fingers run an outline over the outside of the wound before grabbing gauze to wrap his arm in. You try not to notice the soft eyes staring at you and your hands. You feel heat flow into your cheeks and try to tilt your head downwards to cover it.

“I wasn’t sure you’d be awake... your hands are so soft... This was the first place I thought to go.” Hawks breathes out. The words seem to stumble in his mouth. Now the heat was really rising to your cheeks.

“What even happened? And how did you know where I live?” You question him and look up into his eyes that stare down at you with slight surprise. Now taking a good look at him in the light you can see a burn on the side of his face.

“It was a gang of villains trying to rob a bank. One of them had a fire quirk. He took out a lot of my feathers. I was focused on him and one of his buddies came up and tried to stab me. I managed to take them both down but then the third came out of the vault and hit me with some sort of spray quirk. I got em all but then... I started feeling funny after talking with the cops. That spray. I think it did something cause my brain feels fuzzy.” He explains.

“Damn.” You whisper and stand up. You can’t help it and you reach out to touch the burn on his face. He doesn’t react and seems welcome to your touch until you actually touch the burn and he winces away.

“Ouch. Didn’t know that was there. Sorry.” His hand goes to feel the burn while you grab a burn cream from the first aid kit.

“Here.” You spread some of the ointment on your fingers and reach your hand out. Hawks lowers his hand and lets you spread the ointment onto his face. He looks down for a second and then looks up and gives you a goofy grin.

“Nice PJs Y/N...” He smirks at you. An embarrassed flush rushes to your face. You sputter trying to find words to throw back at him or an explanation that wasn’t embarrassing.

“Wha...! Well... I... At least I’m not the stalker!” You manage to retort. Hawks eyes widen in slight shock until he lets out a hearty laugh.

“I scope out all my sidekicks before they sign on. It’s part of the background check... but the pajamas are cute. I like them.” He gives you a flirty smile as he reaches out and touches the fabric at your waist.

“Alright mister. You’re lucky. I don’t think you need a hospital but you do need to get some rest. The buses stopped running a while ago...” You click your tongue trying to think of a solution. Hawks looks up at you and starts giggling uncontrollably.

“You’re so cute when you think hard... hehe.” He was giggling like a school girl. Oh that spray did something alright. He was in no state to fly out of here. You sigh and go to your dresser. You pull out some sweatpants you stole from your older brother and a large t-shirt you got from a marathon years ago. It would have to do. You look back to see Hawks with his head on your desk and he was looking at you with his big eyes and smiling like an idiot. You smirk and and you walk over and put the clothes in his hands.

“Get ready for bed stupid. I’ll get you some water.” You laugh and leave the room. You give him a good few minutes before entering the room with a glass of water. The sweatpants were on but he got himself tangled in the t-shirt and one of his boots was still half on his foot. He was stumbling around in circles and laughing.

“Oh my god, Hawks.” You laugh. You pull out your phone and snap a picture as his head move to look at you and you see him give you a guilty look through an arm hole. You giggle and walk over to help him.

“Hehe... haha... sorry Y/N...” He laughs as you pull the t-shirt off of him. It reveals a muscled body underneath and you try to keep your thoughts pure. You prep the head hole and offer it to him. He jams his head through and then you help his arms go in their respective holes. You pull the shirt down over his abdomen and let your fingers linger on his stomach. You look up at him and he’s smiling down at you. Suddenly your eyes feel heavy and you notice he’s looking at your lips. A magnetic force seems to be pulling you to him. The logical part of your brain starts to scream something about your job and professional but it seems so distant and unimportant right now. Your lips are only millimeters apart now and Hawk’s hands are slipping around your waist. Then there’s a loud ripping sound. You jump and Hawks gives you a wide eyed embarrassed look.

“I think I just ripped your t-shirt.... sorry...” He stammers out. You peek behind him and see that his feathers have poked holes into your t-shirt. You giggle but the moment is ruined.

“Alright time for sleep. You can take the bed. I’ll sleep on the couch.” You say as you usher him in your bed. He lays down but he grabs your hand.

“No...” He says.

“What?” You ask.

“I don’t wanna be alone. I’m always alone.” He whines while his hand tightens around yours. You give him a confused look in response. You must have been right about why he never went home. How could a hero as popular as Hawks go home to nobody? You felt a weight in your chest.

“Oh Hawks...” You whispered with sadness in your voice.

“Stay... please...” He says. You relent and he pulls you down so you lay in the covers next to him. Your faces are inches apart and Hawks stares at you with big eyes. You didn’t know if this was awkward or romantic. He’s still holding your hand and his slips his fingers so that they intertwine with yours. He squeezes your hand and you squeeze his in return.

“It’s nice... not to be alone for once...” He mumbles before his eyes slide shut. Soon his breathing regulates and his grip on your hand slackened. Your plan was to wait for him to fall asleep before slipping away. After all you didn’t want to risk losing your job and getting a black mark on your career. That was your plan anyways. But you could feel his breath over your hands, you could feel the blood pumping through his fingers and your bed was just so warm. Soon your breathing synced with his and you dropped off to sleep.

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Your eyes opened to find sunlight streaming through the windows and warm arms wrapped around your torso. The events of last night come rushing back to you and you suddenly feel wide awake. You could feel your boss (YOUR BOSS) breathing on the back of your neck, his nose slightly nuzzling you. You feel yourself blush. Every part of you just wanted to soak it up and lay here forever. But you slowly peeled the arms off of you and slipped out of the covers. Your head snapped back to make sure you didn’t wake up Hawks. He shifted before rolling over and continuing to sleep. You breathed a sigh of relief before slipping out to the kitchen.

You immediately pull out your phone and see about twenty text messages from the other sidekicks. They start out asking where you are before devolving into full on panic because no one can find Hawks. This could get bad.

You shoot a text to the group chat and tell them you felt sick this morning and you would be coming in late. You also make sure to mention that Hawks was on duty late last night and he probably slept in. You did NOT want anyone to know that he absolutely slept in. Slept in YOUR bed. You slap a hand over your face in embarrassment but quickly try to busy yourself with making breakfast.

You were flipping an omelet when you heard the bedroom door squeak open. You see Hawks scan the room and his eyes land on you. There was a moment of silence before-

“OH MY GOD. Y/N! I’M SO SORRY.” His eyes were wide with panic.

“Huh?” You tilt your head in confusion.

“Look, whatever happened last night I don’t remember a thing. I shouldn’t have ended up here. I’m so sorry I wasn’t myself and- Listen this won’t affect your job. I’m your superior I really shouldn’t have abused my power like this. I’ll make this up to you. I understand if you want to quit-”

“Whoa there hotshot. What do you think happened last night?” You give him a smirk.

“We... well... didn’t we sleep together?” His face was turning red. You giggle before answering.

“We did.” His hands rush to cover his face at this response and you can hear him moaning behind them.

“But, we didn’t have sex if that’s what you’re thinking.” You smile as he slowly lowers his hands.

“We didn’t? Then what... what happened last night?”

You finish making breakfast and you recount to Hawks the events of last night. His shoulders relax and his panic fades into a calm smile.

“Well anyways I’m glad to see it’s such a relief that we didn’t have sex. God forbid you sleep with me right?” You felt a little hurt by his reaction. Was it really so horrible to believe that he had sex with you? Were you that unappealing? Hawks didn’t say anything.

“Breakfast is ready. You should call the office. Everyone is worried about you.” You say as you set down a plate for him on the counter. As soon as he moves towards the plate you slip past him and head into the bathroom. You do your hair and brush your teeth before coming out. You honestly half expected Hawks to be gone but when you open the door, there he was. He was back in his hero clothes.

“Oh hey, sorry-” You say trying to scoot past him but he grabs your wrist.

“Thank you, Y/N. For taking care of me last night.” His tone is serious and he looks down at you with earnest eyes.

“Yeah... no problem.”

“And for the record, if we ever did have sex I would want you to feel completely unpressured AND I would want to remember it.” He said as a smirk played at his lips.

You stood with your mouth wide open in shock. You couldn’t even find the words to respond.

“Nice pajamas. I’ll see you at the office.” He says as he gives you a wink and heads for the door.

How dare he! How dare he come into your home, sleep in your bed, and play with your feelings without giving you so much as a handshake goodbye! Now you were pissed! All this time you spent secretly pining for him and he totally likes you back! Oh that man!

“HAWKS.” You exclaim in an angry tone. He turns to look at you, reaching for the front door. He sees the look on your face and panic creeps into his features.

“Oh shoot, was I too forward? I’m sorry y/n I thought-”

“YOU GUTLESS CHICKEN.” This remark earned you some raised eyebrows. You stomp across the apartment until your face to face with him.

“You liked me back this whole time and you didn’t say anything until now?!”

“Uhhh... yes?”

But before he can explain further you wrap your arms around his neck and pull him in for a kiss. After he recovered from the shock you feel arms wrap around your waist and a smile on his mouth. After a moment you pull away breathless.

“Damn baby bird. I should have done that a long time ago.”

“I’ll see you at work hotshot.” You reply.

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Take Me In

Rating: Explicit

Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply

Category: F/M

Fandom: Shall We Date?: Obey Me!

Characters: MC, Beel

Additional Tags: afab!mc (you/your), thigh fucking, thicc thighs save lives, monster genitalia

A/N: This request has been sitting in my inbox for a long time. Sorry it took so long. I get to them when the inspiration strikes me.

Word Count: 697

“We’ll go slow, okay?” He whispers softly in your ear as his fingers rub along your folds.

Your back presses against his chest and you swallow your nerves as you stare at the monstrous thing settled between your legs. There were no words you could voice to explain your shock at just how different and intimidating Beel was in his demonic form. He had always been large, having to stretch you open slowly so his size didn’t hurt you, but this was more than that. This was the first time you really thought about how inhuman he really was.

His cock was beautiful as he began pumping it between your thick thighs, barely brushing it against your dripping sex as he gave you just the smallest taste of how it would feel to take him once you were ready.

He was girthy, as thick as your fist and so long that he couldn’t fit everything inside of you without it feeling like he was pushing organs out of place. His cock was fatest in the middle, but even the head of it would be a rough initial stretch. The part you had to adjust to most, however, was that it was covered in small, intricately laid bumps that make you squirm each time they managed to catch on your clit; fuck, it felt like you would cum from that alone.

“Are you okay?” He asks, seeing how you bite your lip to hold back your shameful cries that are just begging him for more.

You only nod, but keep your eyes transfixed on where he humps into your thighs

He nods in kind, sinking his head into the crook of your neck and trailing kisses across your shoulder, trying desperately not to sink his teeth into you like the decadent treat you are. He’s throbbing between your legs, small spurts of precum dribbling out in sign that he wants more than he should.

He’s quiet, the only noises coming from him being the small grunts muffled by your shoulder that are timed perfectly to his thrusts. Slick coats his length as he rubs against you, your own panting mingling with his as your body shakes in desperation for more.

“Just the tip?” You ask as you look back to him with pleading eyes he can’t deny.

He wraps his large hands around your hips, dragging your cunt along his length one more time as he lifts you up to hover over him. He hasn’t been inside of you, but his cock shines with the arousal he’d been coaxing out of your desperate, needy body all the same.

Slowly, so agonizingly slowly, he lowers your pussy to press against his dick’s bulbous head. There is only a faint second passed between both of you before he begins to push you down onto him, the initial stretch already feeling like you are being torn in two in the most delicious of ways. You gasp, a groan escaping as you cry out to numb the feeling of being opened further than you ever have been before.

The two of you haven’t done anything yet, but you’re already shaking and melting against him as you ask for more. He will not answer your pleas, however, only pushing in enough to wrap his very tip in your warmth and then pulling out again before sinking the same amount back into you. Even that much is enough to leave you feeling like you will be left gaping when he’s done.

He’s so slow, so gentle with your body as he guides you entirely. The faint sound of buzzing fills the room as his wings rub together just behind his back from the joy of finally being allowed to share the experience of being in his more natural form with you. The buzzing becomes even more frantic as he imagines practicing with you to take all of him. Between his own fantasies and the tightness of your walls around the tip of his cock, he wonders how he is supposed to keep his calm.

He wants you just as badly as you want him, and waiting will be the ruin of both of you.

#2af writes #obey me smut #beelzebub smut #afab fic #cw monsterfucking #cw thigh fucking

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galexystern · 9 months

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butterfly wings

chapter eleven; summer 1986 - 18+

pairing; steve harrington/eddie munson/reader aka steddie/reader

rating; E

warnings; fluff, smut (MDNI), oral (f & m receiving), jerking off, p in v sex, unprotected sex, double creampie, reverse cowgirl, spooning sex, au - canon divergence, fucked up the timeline a bit

word count; 3.5k

desc; you and your boys get together.

a/n; we're pretending adventures in babysitting came out in 1986 and not 1987 because i didn't realize and had already structured the chapter around it :)

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"Boys, can you please chill?" You're whispering. "I actually want to see this movie."

On either side of you, Steve and Eddie drop back into their seats. Steve pouts with puppy dog eyes, while Eddie whines quietly. The three of you are at the movies, seeing the latest release, Adventures in Babysitting. You're in the middle holding the popcorn Steve had bought and the candy Eddie had snuck in. Each boy has a drink, since they apparently can't agree on a soda to share—Coca-Cola for Steve and Dr. Pepper for Eddie. Girlfriend privileges also mean you can drink from either one during the movie. You also have a water bottle in your bag, in case all this junk food gets to be too much, or the boys start whinging about their stomachs hurting (but refuse to blame it on the junk food).

They'd both been kissing your neck, preparing to just all make out and not pay attention to the movie, which you do half the time. You've never understood it—why pay for the tickets if you're not gonna watch the movie—but when they drag you to a boring movie you don't want to see, how could you complain? They were much more interesting. But you want to watch this one, like you'd told them, so you push them back. They’re trying to make you feel bad, but it’s a fruitless endeavor.

"Come on," you continue at their looks. "I'm not stopping you two from making out." Eddie actually moves to stand, but stops when you add nonchalantly, "Though I think you'd like it too."

Knowing what you really mean, he sighs and sits back down, getting comfortable. You give him a grateful look and hold out your hand, which he takes. Steve hooks his foot around yours, and rests his arm on top of your seat, lightly placing his fingers on Eddie's shoulder to placate him further. With both of you touching him in some way, he relaxes. You hold back a giggle.

"Thank you," you say gently, meaningfully. Both of them lean over to kiss your cheek, and this time you giggle out loud.

And you turn out to be right. Both of them do like the movie—Eddie for its action and crazy plot, Steve for its love interest Dan (you thought he would identify with him)—as do you, for lead Chris and the romantic story. On the way home, you talk animatedly about the events in the city, and speculate whether it'll be like that when you move to Providence in August, though you do point out that it's much smaller than Chicago, where the movie takes place. Eddie and Steve wave away your comment, and feed off each other to propose more and more wild things that could happen. You just watch and listen, amused.

You're attending Rhode Island's Johnson & Wales University in the fall, pursuing a degree in event management. Nina's wedding had been fun to plan and manage, and your friends had convinced you to apply for a program in event planning. You hadn't actually planned on going to school for event management, but J&W had surprised you by offering the most scholarship money, and you'd fallen in love with the campus when Nina had driven you on a college tour during the winter.

You'd voiced your hesitation to the boys once you'd gotten together, but they didn't wait a second to encourage you to go. Neither of them had concrete plans and so you mutually decided you would all go together—Eddie could do music anywhere, and Steve was still searching for what he wanted and thought traveling could help. Robin and Vickie were pretty upset that both you and Steve were leaving—someone had used the word “devastated”—but you'd both promised them there would be plenty of visits home and in Providence. Nina was just relieved you were in the same timezone—though she was happy it was her wedding that caused all this.

Steve pulls up to the apartment complex and hops out, still theorizing with Eddie even as he gives you his hand to help you out of the car. They keep it up all the way upstairs and into Steve's apartment, where you leave them in the living room and check if Robin is home. Looks like she's out—probably with Vickie. They'd officially gotten together a little after you, Steve, and Eddie had, to your delight.

You wander back to the boys, toeing off your shoes and dropping your bag along the way. You lean against the doorway and stare at Steve and Eddie, still talking chaotically. You smile, in awe and wonder and joy, as you marvel that they're yours and you're theirs.

Eventually they taper off and notice your distance. They look at you curiously, blissfully silent. You smirk. "Well, boys, looks like we're here alone. Should we pick up where we left off?"

Before you can finish the question, both of them are stalking towards you, but Steve comes too fast and you knock foreheads.

“We’ve got to stop meeting like this,” he jokes, making you giggle. Then he pulls you towards him and kisses you hungrily, while Eddie plasters himself against your back and starts sucking at your neck. You kiss Steve back with a passion, still grateful you got a second chance to get it right, even after all this time. Even after every kiss they have given you since.

When you need to breathe, Eddie forces your head to the side and kisses you too, licking inside your mouth with a domineering tongue. You let him take what he wants, wanting him to do what he likes with you.

"Well, pretty girl, how would you like us this evening?" Steve asks as he nibbles on your earlobe. Ever mindful of your confession that you want to save yourself for love, either he or Eddie asks a variation of that question when it gets spicy, letting you set the pace. It makes the butterflies that are always in your stomach when they're around move in double-time.

You hum, enjoying as Eddie presses hot kisses to your jaw on his way back to your neck, where he starts sucking a hickey into the skin. You've been ruminating lately, wondering whether it was the right time. You hadn't been entirely sure, but in this moment, you know it is. It's what you've been waiting for.

"I wanna—" You break off into a moan as Steve grinds his hips into yours. Breathily, you try again. "I wanna do it. Wanna go all the way."

Both Steve and Eddie stop their ministrations, and you whine at the loss of sensation. "Baby," Steve says gravely, lifting your chin so you're looking him in the eye. "Are you sure?"

You nod firmly.

"Come on, sweetheart," Eddie prompts. "Gotta hear you. What do you want?"

Presence of mind back, however briefly, you state, "I want both of you to fuck me." Sweet and to the point.

It works too, because your boys groan in sync and dive back in to taste you again with a feverish fervor. You squeal at the suddenness of their actions, but it soon turns into small whimpers and moans as they ramp up the mood again.

Steve pushes you backwards gently, and Eddie gets the point, tugging you with him into the hallway and down to Steve's bedroom. Thankfully he has a king-size bed, and so whenever you tumble onto it, no one goes falling off. Eddie sits, keeping you on his lap facing the room, making you sit directly on his crotch and hardening cock. He grunts at the friction and chases after it, moving your hips so you keep grinding against him.

Steve stands in front of you, kissing you again, fresh desire lacing his movements. When you need to breathe, he leans back, both of you panting. "So our beautiful girl finally wants to get fucked, huh?"

You nod and hum a yes, words taken away by Eddie's cock starting to hit your clit through your underwear.

"Think she's wearing a bit more clothes than she should, don't you think, Harrington?" Eddie asks, the air brushing against your ear and making you shiver.

"You know what, you're completely right, Munson," Steve agrees. "Okay, honey. Up and clothes off."

Eddie helps you to stand and you step away so you can undress as quickly as you can. But your hands stutter as Steve slips into your previous position and kisses Eddie, who reciprocates happily. You can't tear your eyes away as their lips move against each other, haphazardly removing articles of clothing as you belatedly remember how to take them off. When you're finally naked, Steve is mouthing at Eddie's neck, whose head is thrown back in pleasure.

You walk to the other side of the bed and climb on, tangling your hands in Eddie's hair and tugging his face towards yours. You kiss him, swallowing the whimpers he releases as Steve nips at his skin playfully.

"Who do you want first, angel?" Steve asks breathlessly, leaning back from Eddie but not going far. You wrench away from Eddie to look at him, making Eddie whine as you still have a hold on his hair. You let go and rub his shoulder apologetically, all while making searing eye contact with Steve. "Well?" He prompts again.

You shrug helplessly.

Steve chuckles. "Personally, I would like to go first, if that's okay with you, baby," he says, cupping Eddie's cheek. Secretly, despite knowing you're on the pill, he can't stop thinking about fucking you full of his cum and imagining you pregnant with his baby.

"Fine with me," Eddie replies. Secretly, there's something that thrills him about the idea of fucking you while Steve has already cum inside.

"Such a good boy," Steve coos as he leans forward and kisses Eddie. After, Eddie rolls his eyes, but you see the way he swallows heavily. He's got a praise kink just like the rest of you.

You drop your chin and put on a shy face. "What is it, princess?" Eddie asks when he notices.

"Can I..." You trail off, and both boys nod encouragingly. "Can I pick the arrangement?"

"Of course, my love." Steve is melting. "Whatever you want."

"How do you want us, baby?" Eddie rubs his hand on your thigh soothingly.

"Mm, I want Steve lying down." Before you can add more, you're being moved, lifted off the bed as Eddie stands and Steve does as you asked. You motion him farther up, and he scoots back until his head is on the pillows. "And you're here," you point to a spot in between Steve's spread legs, looking at Eddie. He follows directions, kneeling there obediently. "And I'm here." You clamber onto the bed and swing your leg over Steve, facing Eddie. "And no more pants."

Eddie scrambles to take his off, as you unbutton Steve's for him, pushing until Eddie takes over and pulls them off, boxers included. Shirts had been discarded long ago; you don't even remember when they were removed.

You stare at their cocks as they're revealed. You've seen them before, of course—you've done many other things that aren't penetrative sex—but they take your breath away every time. They're both big and gorgeous, Eddie just a little longer but Steve a bit wider. You never thought you'd be into blowjobs, but they do make your mouth water.

You start to move down Steve's body, towards that beautiful cock, when he catches your hips and stops you. He tuts. "Haven't you learned by now, honey?" He asks a tad condescendingly, making you flush. "You cum first."

"Every time?" You whine, as you accommodate his desire for you to slide back on him.

"Every time, princess," Eddie says with a mean smirk. The reassurance makes your arousal flare brighter and he knows it.

And then you're whining for a completely different reason. Steve wastes no time as he plants his lips on your pussy and makes you sink down against him. He tongue moves magnificently, immediately searching out and finding your clit, teasing it before moving lower and licking inside you. You're so wet that the dirty sounds are pronounced in the quiet room.

Eddie notices too. "All that for us, sweetheart?"

You nod, moaning loudly as Steve's mouth moves back up and closes around your clit, sucking harshly.

"How'd we get so lucky?" Eddie continues. "Prettiest girl in the world, all ours." He then wraps his hand around Steve's cock, making his hips jump against Eddie's grip. He starts a lazy rhythm, hand tight but going so slowly that it must be driving Steve crazy. That's confirmed when Steve moans against your cunt, making the vibration shudder through you deliciously. "Prettiest boy, too. Right, angel?"

"Yes," you pant as Steve takes you apart with his mouth. "My beautiful boys, both of you."

Eddie leans forward and kisses you for that, a short one as most of your attention is on how good Steve is making you feel. Eddie then bends over and places his mouth on Steve’s cock, sucking lightly but insistently, making Steve groan into you again. He doesn’t do it for very long—he can tell when Steve is close and knows how turned on he gets by eating you out—but keeps jerking him off, slow and steady.

Steve reaches up and grabs your waist, encouraging you to grind into him, chase your pleasure using him. You take the suggestion and run with it, Steve's mouth just there for you to get yourself off with.

And you do, moving quicker and quicker as the tight ball inside you tightens and then shatters. You close your eyes and keen at the feeling, Steve and Eddie holding you up as the waves keep coming and crashing within you. Steve keeps licking at your cunt to prolong the bliss, only slowing to a stop when you twitch in overstimulation. Eddie's watching you with wide eyes filled with awe.

"That'll never get old," he murmurs. "Gorgeous as ever, angel."

You breathe heavily, trying to get feeling back in your limbs. You smile tiredly. "Your turn," you croak out.

"Steve first, baby," Eddie reminds you as he helps you down, desire growing again at the prospect of both Steve and Eddie finally being inside you. Separately...for now. Maybe you can get them at the same time in the future. There's a fresh wave of pooling arousal as the thought flashes by. "You ready?"

You stare into his eyes and nod seriously.

"Okay, on your knees then." You do as directed, and Steve runs his cock through your folds a few times, bumping your clit teasingly on every pass. Finally, he lines up and Eddie urges you to sit down.

"Slowly, sweetheart," Steve says, voice strained as the tip breaches your entrance. You listen—despite wanting nothing more to sink all the way down and have him split you practically in half—and inch lower. It's a little painful, but there's more pleasure than discomfort, and you love how he feels inside you, so full and all-consuming.

Eventually, you sit down fully on him. He moans at the sensation, but you're speechless, mouth hanging open and eyes closed to really focus on it.

"Feel good, baby?" Eddie asks with a knowing grin. You nod wildly as Steve answers, "Oh my god, yes." He squirms underneath you. "Can you move for me, beautiful?"

Eddie coaxes you into lifting up until Steve's cock is barely inside you. Then you drop down, both of you groaning this time. Knowing what to do and how good it feels, you start a hard and slow pace, using all your strength to raise yourself up and letting go to fall back down. You stay there for a while, just enjoying, but eventually Steve whimpers and stops you. He then holds you up and fucks himself up into you, fast and rough. The stretch is delicious and your jaw drops again at the new rhythm.

Pretty soon, Steve is gasping, "Gonna cum."

"Yes, yes please," you beg, and with that, he stops and lets go. You can feel as his cock pulses, painting inside you with stripes of his cum. You squeeze around him to make it better and he whines at it, lifting you off of him slowly when it becomes too much. He collapses backwards and Eddie gently pushes you until you're lying on the bed next to him.

Steve looks over and smiles at you. "You feel amazing, sweetheart."

You blush but still smile back. Eddie comes up and lays behind you, but you weren’t expecting it and so you startle a little. He chuckles. “Should I take it as a compliment that I can still surprise you?”

You nod, feeling a little sheepish. "Sorry," you mumble.

He softens. "No apologies necessary. This okay, baby?"

"Mhm," you reply happily. Steve leans over to kiss you and you gasp into his mouth when Eddie rubs his cock against your cunt, moaning at how soaked you are with your and Steve's cum.

"Ready?" He whispers when you lean back from Steve, and you nod. Your eyes close as he pushes in, hitting deeper than Steve had by just a little. He goes slow, and the new stretch stings for a few seconds, until it fades into pleasure. He pulls out and then thrusts back in, groaning as he starts fast right off the bat. "You weren't lying, pretty boy."

Steve smirks. "Told you."

He sits up on his knees and leans over you to kiss Eddie, feeling like he was lacking in kisses during his round. With Steve's neck presented to you, you can't help but flick your tongue against his throat, feeling proud when his Adam's apple stutters. You continue to lazily kiss at his skin, mostly focused on how Eddie is ramming into you, hitting a spot inside that makes you see stars. You've never managed to hit it yourself, and though Steve has brushed it with his long fingers, this is the first time it's really being pressed, and it's brilliant.

Then Steve snakes a hand between your bodies and starts to rub your clit in tiny, quick circles, making you gasp away from his neck and throw your head back against Eddie's shoulder. That ball inside you is constricting and you're galloping towards the edge fast.

"Gonna—gonna cum," you stammer.

Eddie breaks from Steve with a moan, hitting into you with new vigor. "Yes," he growls, "cum for us."

"Yeah, baby," Steve breathes. "Let go."

That's what you do: let go, dive off the cliff into your second climax. You wail with it, feeling like the world is floating away from you as you ascend to cloud nine. You clench around Eddie repeatedly, making his hips stutter and jerk, making him groan and bite your shoulder lightly. A couple thrusts later and he's cumming too, adding his cum to Steve's. Steve switches between you as you both let it overwhelm you, kissing, licking, sucking where he can, keeping his fingers on your clit until you've become jell-o in between him and Eddie.

Eddie slides out gently, kissing your temple messily, and turns onto his back. Steve stands and goes to the bathroom, bringing out a rag and cleaning both of you sweetly. Then he's pulling back the covers and throwing them over you, sliding into his previous spot.

He sidles up to you and coaxes you to lay on his chest. Eddie follows and spoons you, leaning up to give Steve a goodnight kiss before settling back against you. You give Steve your own kiss and then turn your head, whining softly until Eddie kisses you too. Satisfied, you get comfortable between your boys, sighing in happiness as they both tighten their arms around you.

"G’night, my loves," Steve murmurs.

"Night," Eddie mumbles into your hair.

I love you, you think. You don't say it, not yet—it's not the right time. You know you really mean it, so it's not for post-sex afterglow.

So you reply, "Goodnight." For now.

#steddie x reader #stranger things fanfiction #stranger things fic #steve harrington x eddie munson x reader #mine

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theycallmequeenie · 8 months

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Angel Reyes x Reader Request

Master List

Part One

Part Two

Part Three

Part Four

Part Five:

A/N: Again, I just want to say that I am not Latinx and am completely winging this and in no way trying to disrespect anyone or anything in the Latinx culture. If I do get something wrong, please tell me and I will fix it right away. I have not finished the show and to be honest probably won’t solely because of how they finished Happy’s story. There is an image that accompanies this fic it will be linked both here and in the fic where it applies for the convince of those who prefer an uninterrupted fic experience. Now onto the next part of the story…

Y/N thought for a few minutes pondering her options before speaking up and verbally working through her thought process, “Well, you and Angel will both insist on being involved, as will Coco and Gilly, And the rest of the club, but if it must be a member, I’d prefer Hank. I think he’d probably be the one that would be the calmest about being stuck with babysitting duty, Though Phillipe would be the fairest option to the guys. I still say I’d be okay by myself for a little while, it’s not like I’m going to be running off anytime soon…”

Bishop nodded acknowledging her statement. “I’d prefer one of the guys with you just for safety’s sake. I’ll call Hank and have him sit with you until Angel is available. We aren’t letting you be by yourself in here or at home, Sweetheart.”

Y/N nodded and made an annoyed face. She knew that this would be a long recovery with these guys on babysitting duty. She hated the idea now and she wasn’t even discharged from the hospital yet and hoped that they would ease up on that way of thinking. If not, she was certain her sanity would be put in question.

She watched as Bishop pulled the burner phone back out of his vest pocket and hit the buttons, he needed to, to call Hank. She watched as he had the conversation and closed the phone. He offered her a smile and told her that Hank was on his way.

The two of them made small talk as they waited on Hank to get there to sit with her while the rest of the guys went and took care of the scumbag that put her in that bed. She knew roughly what was about to happen or at least knew enough to not ask questions and act like she knew nothing.

As Bishop’s phone buzzed letting him know Hank was at the hospital, Bishop asked if there was anything else he could do for her before he left to take care of business.

Y/N nodded, “Bish, promise me something…”

“Sure anything, Kiddo…” He spoke gently and with a slight smile.

Y/N’s facial expression went cold as she answered him, “I know what has to be done and I just want you to promise me you guys will make it hurt…”

This shocked Bishop but he nodded and agreed. He told her that he would pass that request along. She was never the revenge type but something like this could change a person. He hoped that this would be only a temporary change. She was the sweetest, kindest, most loving person he or the club ever encountered, and that road wasn’t one that he wanted her to go down.

He kissed her forehead and said his goodbyes telling her that once she was moved to the regular room, he would bring the guys in to see her. He offered her a smile and walked out of the room.

Y/N enjoyed the approximately twenty minutes of alone time before Hank had made his way into her ICU room greeting her with a sweet smile and a hello.

The two talked for a few moments before a pair of nurses came in smiling say that her new room was ready, and they were there to transport her to it. They gathered what needed to be gathered and started to move her. Hank followed closely answering what little random questions the nurses asked along the short trek through the hospital to the observation room and he did what he could to help get Y/N situated again.

Both Y/N and Hank thanked to two that transported her as they departed expressing well wishes as the left. Hank sat in the much more comfortable chair that was in this room than the hard plastic one that was down in the ICU.

Hank offered her another one of his sweet smiles and held out his hand for her to take if she chose too. He spoke in a gentle tone, “Hey Mija. You don’t know how happy I am to see that you are back on the upswing. I was so afraid we were going to lose you.”

“I know, Hank. Everybody was afraid of that, including me. I wasn’t ready to leave you boys. Especially like that…” She frowned and looked down away from Hank. Only to feel him pat her hand reassuringly. She gave him an obviously fake smile and reached for the TV remote, “Come on you big teddy bear. Let’s some forty-year-old television shows to pass the time, yeah?”

He chuckled at her and nodded doing his best to squash any lingering concerns. He knew she would have a long road to get back to herself, but he had confidence that between the Reyes men and the rest of the club she’d get back to being her in no time.

They sat there for hours just channel surfing and watching reruns of old TV shows. They had settled on a Dick Van Dyke Show marathon about midway through the day. It wasn’t one of Hank’s favorites, but he knew it was one of Y/N’s and he enjoyed seeing her smile and laugh at the black and white shows high jinks. Part way through one of the episodes Hank’s phone vibrated in hiss vest pocket, and he tapped out a short message before putting it away. He managed all of this without distracting Y/N.

He knew they only had about another hour before the entire club would be there with them. The message he had gotten told him that things had been handled and the guys had dispersed to clean up and change before meeting there to see Y/N. Hank replied with her new room number and that they’d be waiting.

That hour came and went and slowly the men from the Santo Padre Chapter of the Mayans MC trickled in. First to arrive was Coco and Gilly followed by, several moments later, Taza and Creeper, and within the hour the rest of the MC had arrived apart from Angel.

No one knew where he could be. They all knew that this whole situation was a much needed wake up call for him, there was no way he wouldn’t just not show up. Bishop stepped out and started calling him. After about the fourth unanswered call Bishop left a very not nice voicemail telling Angel that wherever he was wasn’t where he was supposed to be and that he needed to get his butt to that hospital.

After another half hour of the club hanging out in the hospital room talking amongst themselves and analyzing bits of the show that was left on the TV in the room, Angel finally rolled in and was met with several ‘Where the hell were you’ statements.

Ten minutes of harassment later they finally let Angel Near Y/N. As he sat on the side of her bed, carefully making sure not the sit on any wires or tubes, he reached into the chest pocket of his vest and pulled out a ring box.

Opening it he gave Y/N a Cheshire cat smile and held up the ring, “Well, Mi Amor, What do you say? Will you marry me?”

The entire room fell silent enough to hear a pin drop waiting on Y/N to give Angel her answer. She sat there quiet for what felt like ages waiting to see how long she could hold out simply to exact a little bit of revenge for him taking so long to get there.

Finally, right as Angel was about to crack under the pressure she spoke, but not to Angel, “Well Boys what do you think? We having a wedding?” She smiled and nodded at Angel as the guys all cheered much to the rest of the floors and the staff’s annoyance. After the nurses came in and asked why the noise was so loud, they were told congratulations and to keep the noise down to a dull roar as to not disturb the other patients on the floor.

After the staff chastising the entire room, they all agreed that it was time to head out for the night. After each one of the guys hugged and said their goodbyes to Y/N they all went along their way to their respective homes.

Angel stayed with Y/n, he curled up with her on the hospital bed making sure not to hurt her or catch anything that was attached to her. He had her tucked under his arm and as up against him as comfortably as she could be. They slept through the night and into the morning, being woken up by the nurses saying the Doctor was making rounds and would be in to see her shortly.

Within the hour the Doctor was in to see Y/N and told her that as long as she had someone with her for the next several days that she was good to finish her recovery at home. Angel and Y/N were both excited that she was finally cleared to go home. And the Doctor excused themself to go take care of the discharge paperwork and to give Y/N some privacy to change out of the hospital gown.

Angel had grabbed her a pair of pj pants and a tee shirt of his for her to have on hand for when they did release her. As he was helping her change a nurse came in to show him how to change her dressing and to care for it correctly. After all that she was released and sent on her way, safely back to her home with Angel.

To Be Continued…

A/N Part 2: Alright my lovely readers, this is the last big part of the story, and I will do my best to wrap it all up in a pretty bow with an Epilogue at some point in the (hopefully) near future. (Gotta keep my posting cycle in check.) I hope you enjoyed this part of the fic and I want to do what the show runners rarely do and tie up any and all loose ends. Love to you all, Queenie.

@ xnarca @withmyteeth @carma-fanficaddict @dreamy-caramel

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#queenie writes #queenies fanfiction #angel reyes fic #angel reyes imagine #angel reyes #mayans mc imagine #mayans mc fanfiction #mayans fandom #mayans imagine #mayans mc

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Tenderness Like a Bruise, Chapter 2

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Took a small break from frantic bingo writing to make this for @puffdragongirl‘s birthday! Robin asked for MORE OD ANA, and since I had always meant to continue with this fic...I was happy to tack another chapter on!

The petal and wings of Wisteria may burst across this man’s throat, but he’s no royal messenger Od Ana’s ever seen. Too young, for one; his pale hair fluffs out from his scalp like a chick’s feathers, kind that shouldn’t be wandering so far out from under their mother’s nethers. His daemon’s been ridden hard too, her flanks heaving the way an experienced rider would never allow.

Still, she’s got enough spirit in her to give Od Ana one of those wall-eyed stares, the kind that shows white all around. That’s what they get, having their reputation precede them like it does. The prince’s messenger and his witch daemon. Sometimes he’s got her so far away you can’t even see her. Can’t trust a man like that.

They’re lucky that daemon doesn’t take more after a horse and balk for the shock of it.

Ah, but whatever she thinks of its bearer, the bad news is stamped with the royal seal all the same. “There’s the message. From the prince himself!”

There’s a certain amount of pomp to these things; the messenger holds it out, a little square that can’t have much more than a handful of lines scrawled on it, and bows like it’s some lordly edict. And for all that, Obi sits back in his hips and takes it, opening it with little more than a flick of his wrist.

There’s a trick to it, of course: apply the correct amount of force at the right angle and wax sheers from the sheet without even clipping the Wisteria wings. But messenger boy doesn’t know it; he just stands there gawping like he just fell off the wagon, impressed by nothing more than a party trick. Od Ana hopes for his sake he learns to hide it better. There’s plenty of thorns in Wistal’s garden that would enjoy having a bumpkin in their pocket. The king, for starters.

“Ah, but also...Sir Obi...on my way here...”

Od Ana glances up, claws flexing over collarbone, and, ah, she’s seen that wide-eyed gaze before, that starry shine. She may have no name to put to a face for him, but it looks like whatever reputation has wended its way back to Wistal has more in common with Hiro’s hero worship than city folk superstition.

The messenger’s reedy voice drops to a whisper. “I heard news about the string of attacks on noblemen.”

Obi glances up, the bristle of his hair brushing her feathers. “Oh yeah? A new development?”

“Well...” Under Obi’s direct attention, the boy shies the way young men do at a pretty girl’s doorstep. “They say that the lead suspect is, ah...”

Hisame Lugis. The name springs to her beak on reflex, instinct. She’s only seen the man once, malingering at the edges of a ballroom, but she’s heard enough about that little ladder-climber to know he’s the sort that wouldn’t be shy sharing a few knives to the back among friends. Especially if those lucky pals were thinking about putting their grubby paws on the same heiress of Seiran.

“...Sir Mitsuhide Lowen.”

The papers flutter to the cobbles, Obi’s hands boneless above them. “What?”

Obi might have a memory like a steel trap, but between the two of them, it’s Od Ana who reads faster. She hunches over his shoulder, skimming the prince’s sloping script, and still, she can’t put it all together, can’t make it make sense. The lords, the murders, Sereg, Mitsuhide. Maybe from a distance the edges blur into a big picture, like one of those fancy paintings in Wistal’s galleries, but from here, on the ground, she can’t see it. Can’t see how anyone would think a man like Mitsuhide Lowen would send another man to do his dirty work. Dust, that he’d have dirty work to begin with.

She’s got a hundred thoughts buzzing in her head, each more nasty than the last, but Obi doesn’t say a word, doesn’t do anything but lean over the stone and stare out over the plaza. Shirayuki’s down there right now, with Ryuu too, and neither of them know, neither of them could even suspect...

Her beak clicks, annoyance biting at her like mites. “You aren’t actually thinking of going.”

It’s not a question, it’s a hope. A blind one, flung out into the wind as an attempt to slow their descent. Because she already knows the answer: he is. And the longer he says silent, the more sure she becomes.

“Don’t.” It’s not in her to plead. Birds don’t have knees, she’d always say-- not where Shirayuki hear-- but, oh, Obi has enough for them both. What’d be nice is if he could stop getting on them. “Zen hasn’t even asked for you.”

“He has.” The words roll off his lips just like that first step he took in the forest. Playful, testing the edge of his limits, flirting with the promise of pain. The next one will be worse, she knows, and the next, all the way up to when it suddenly isn’t. To when it’s all gone. “There’s no other reason for Master to send another guard up here.”

Not unless he’s already expecting Obi to come sit at his heel. That’s how these Wisterias work, of course: everything written between the lines. Obi wouldn’t be sagging underneath his sir if he wasn’t fluent in it. If they both weren’t.

Doesn’t mean she has to like it.

“We have something good here.” And she’s not ready for that sting again, for the burning in her chest as another bond breaks, left to die somewhere out in snow. “Something real. There’s no reason to give that up to--”

“They need us.” One corner of his mouth lifts, helpless. “And if we turn our back on them now, on Mister...”

His shoulder lifts, and oh, she knows that hopeless look all too well. If we don’t go, his smile says, then we aren’t who she thinks we are.

The worst part is: he’s right.

“Shirayuki,” Suzu observes, far too mild. “Your flask is going to boil over.”

“What? Oh!” With a blink, the apparatus comes into focus, and ah, yes, that is too rigorous a roil when she’s looking for something just a hair above a simmer. “Ah, thank you.”

His shoulders shrug the way a hanger might, all wires and sharp edges, coat surviving through sheer hardiness of the fur. “Don’t mention it.”

And just like that, he walks away. No, ‘gee, Shirayuki, what’s got you so distracted?‘ or ‘is there something on your mind?’ Hermia gives a sympathetic blink, but she doesn’t so much as croak to slow him down either, just sits on his shoulder like a moss does on a log while he wends around the lab, aimless.

Shirayuki sighs, turning the valve on her burner until the flame flickers at a much cheerier orange. Fiddles with the legs on her alembic’s stands for good measure too; anything to keep her mind from drifting back out to the market, to the stairs she’d watched for nearly half an hour before Suzu came to distract her with work. His work, specifically, but it had been better than sitting on cold stone and wondering.

“Worrying,” Perkunas hums, paws catching her around the ankle. “You’d been worrying. Like you are now.”

“I’m not,” she snips, because she isn’t, not at all. It’s just that Obi and Od Ana exchanged one of those glances of theirs before they left, the kind that came just before a blizzard blew down from the mountains, or before adopted brothers climbed up a balcony to steal her away to the mountains. The kind that said trouble was coming, and they’d have to put themselves right in its path.

Not that she’s been turning that over in her head all afternoon. She hasn’t. It’s just been there, tugging at her thoughts the same way Perkunas tugs at her patience, siphoning off gulps of her attention until--

Well, until things boil over. Which she’s half tempted to do as well, if Perkunas can’t leave her hem alone. “Oh, honestly,” she huffs, ducking down to glower at him. “Aren’t you supposed to be the wise one?”

He only stares back, all glossy eyes and innocence, as if one of his claws weren’t already caught around a stitch. If only she were Od Ana, she could click her beak right at him and let him know just how close he’s coming to her limit, and--

The lab door clanks against the shelves, her only warning before an all-too familiar voice calls out, “My Lady!”

It’s impossible to tell who cries “Obi!” first, but it’s Perkunas who trundles down the stairs so quick it yanks at their tether, hard enough that she hits a hip against the table trying to follow. She hobbles over to the top of the staircase just in time for his head to butt into Obi’s shin, and oh, she feels that all the way back in her mouth, molars jittering together with every descending step.

The hand that scritches behind Perkunas’s round little ears is thoughtless, a habit, but when Obi stops in front of her, smile stitched poorly into place, the space he leaves is purposeful. For a moment, she wishes he might reach for her, might catch her elbow in a palm, but instead he turns to a spooked Suzu and lilts, “Sorry about that. Mind if I whisk her away for a minute?”

“Uh?” Suzu glances between them, wide-eyed. “Go ahead.”

Hermia ruffles her feathers, all mouth when she adds, “Doubt we could stop you.”

It’s Od Ana’s place to click her beak, to drawl a clear, you got that right, but--

But she’s not here. And that, more than anything, makes her breath catch, makes her practically gasp out, “Lead the way.”

It’s strange to see Obi how the guards must, his back to the pillar and arms folded, all his usual warmth filed away for professionalism. Perkunas scampers after him, parking his round bottom right over one of his boots, and-- and it’s the sort of thing that might make her laugh, if he could meet her eyes.

“According to the messenger--” Obi’s voice echoes in the empty hall, a low, rasping thing made for grim conversations and even grimmer secrets “--the royal guard is sending a messenger to Sereg to basically put Mitsuhide under arrest.”

“That’s...” Her tongue plumbs the cavern of her mouth, suddenly strange with unfamiliar words. “That’s absurd. H-how? Why?”

One of his shoulders shrugs, the lazy sort he used to do back when he spent more time hanging down from trees than with his feet on the ground. From when she used to wonder if he had a daemon at all. “The decision is based on the testimony of this knight, Taws.”

And who is he? she wants to ask. How is his word worth so much more than a man like Mitsuhide’s?

All she manages is a strangled, “Mm.” Partially from the anger constricting her throat, and partially--

Ah, well, it’s distracting for Perkunas to paw at him like that, hopping around and bapping at his waist, enough that the wool scratches at her own hands. And when Obi bends down, scooping him up...

“Master didn’t mention any of it in his letter,” he grunts, arranging the chubby body over his shoulder. Perkunas trills, the round dome of his head bonking into Obi’s jaw once, twice, before he figures out how to fit beneath it, like a child who had long outgrown a lap but is loath to admit it. “So I guess he probably hasn’t heard. Yet.”

Shirayuki smooths a palm over her waist; it does nothing for the phantom press there, nor the one just behind her thigh, but, well, it’s hardly unpleasant. “Ah...”

His gaze meets hers over Perkunas’ head, and oh, it would be nice if she could fit as neatly, if only so she might be held when he says, “I’d better look into it.”

Perkunas grunts, annoyed. “Why?”

Obi’s mouth pulls thin. “Because I know for a fact what kind of person Mitsuhide is.”

That steadies her, makes her knees feel more solid than commissary jelly. “Yeah,” she breathes, giving her head a stiff nod. “So do I.”

“What about us?” Perkunas whines, wiggling in his arms. “Do you think they might come after us?”

Obi’s grip stiffens, eyes pulsing wide.

“I won’t let that happen,” he promises, pulling Perkunas closer. He gets another head butt for his troubles. “You just stay here in Lilias, the both of you.”

“But--”

“Okay.” It’s a betrayed look her daemon turns to her, his clownish face rumpled in a grimace, but she just stares at him, serious. “We’ll stay put, if that’s what will help.”

Obi lets out a sigh, his whole body slumping down the pillar in relief, Perkunas cradled tight against his chest. “Yeah, it sure will.”

His head lifts, and Perkunas wiggles again, squirming until his back half plops on the the ground, front paws still clinging to Obi’s shoulders. “Anyway, you little sausage,” he laughs, scrubbing him behind the ears. “If they were gonna threaten Master through you, it wouldn’t make sense to go round about it like this. No--” his brows tilt, thoughtful “--they’re after him and the aides. I’m sure of it.”

“I don’t like it.” It’s so easy for Perkunas to say those things, to play the petulant child when he’s all clumsy cuddles and funny faces. If she tried-- well, there’s a reason she doesn’t. “Couldn’t you just tell them...?”

“Nah, they’ve got enough on their plate. This is my job.” Obi presses his head to his, serious as he says, “So I gotta do it.”

Perkunas sits back, arms hanging sulkily over his belly. “All right,” he whuffs, put out. “If you gotta.”

“That’s the thing,” Obi says, smile too tight. “I really, really do.”

It’s easy to keep her head when it’s all just...logistics. Shikito still has to arrive from Wistal, and Obi has a handful of leads he can chase all from the leisure of his desk. Permissions to seek as well, not the least from Makiri, who won’t be happy to see one of his most experienced guards snatched out from under him right before inspections. The more she doesn’t think about dates or times, the further it seems, like that lunch she keeps promising Izuru or Suzu’s thesis defense.

But when he leaves her in that hall by herself, begging off to go send off a few notes before dinner, it’s--

It’s real. Too real. And much, much too close.

There’s a fluttering by the window, a golden shape taking form on the sill, and all it has to say is, “Shirayuki,” and--

And that’s enough. Her eyes blur, and with a single step she buries her face into Od Ana’s breast.

“I’m not crying,” she tells her, because she can’t be if feathers catch the tears before they ever fall. “It will all be fine. I know it will be.”

“Of course,” Od Ana agrees, beak nuzzling at her hair. “It can’t be anything else.”

And oh, how nice that would be, if only either of them believed it.

#obiyuki #akagami no shirayukihime #snow white with the red hair #my fic #creatures of a brief season #daemon au #ans #AS PROMISED Od Ana being The Most Annoyed with her human #i'd been wanted to take this all the way up to when he jumps off the wall #but alas it was not to be #at first i wasn't sure if i wanted to put Shirayuki POv in what was supposed to be Od Ana's fic #but it just made more sense #logistics-wise #since Od Ana is just being huffy outside the window right now #like okay great you tell her you're leaving #cuz i ain't helpin'

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fuck it, prompt list based off fo4 companion reactions to the player getting injured, high radiation levels, and the player having rad sickness. edited slightly so it's more applicable to other universes and genres, too (from here)

injury:

"should your arm be crooked like that?"

"hope that wasn't your shooting hand."

"you wanna sit down or something?"

"that head wound looks painful."

"if you apply pressure, it might stop the bleeding."

"sheesh. bet your head's ringing."

"nice limp you've got there."

"that leg's going to slow us down."

"hey, your arm oka-? . . . shit."

"you ain't winning any brawls with your arm like that."

"not gonna last if you keep using your head as a catcher's mitt."

"you okay? you seeing lights?"

"you still with me?"

"you're gonna wanna take care of that, quick."

"don't think a leg's supposed to bend that way."

"take it slow. don't put too much weight on that leg."

"uh, did it hit an artery?"

"shit. you okay in there?"

"woah. i thought i lost you there."

"damned head shots."

"oh-! that's gotta hurt."

"oh! oh, that doesn't look good!"

"don't try to run. just look after that leg."

"you alright?"

"looked like you caught the brunt of that with your face."

"alright, focus. stay with me now."

"you're gonna be fine. but you're gonna wanna take a stim. now."

"don't worry, it's still attached. . . . well, mostly."

"on the upside, that's gonna leave on hell of a scar."

"i didn't think arms bent that way."

"easy now, [name]. that leg's real beat up."

"how are you still standing?"

"[name], you with me?"

"come on, focus. couple stims and you'll be right as rain."

"don't worry, your arm's still attached! i think."

"your leg okay? 'cause it's looked better."

"hang in there. i'm on it."

"ouch. that's a nasty head wound you got there."

"can you even see straight?"

"patch yourself up! your arm looks like swiss cheese."

"keep fighting, we'll make it out of this!"

"beaned your bean pretty good, there."

"oh, [name], that looks like it hurt!"

"[name], your leg! i'm not sure it's supposed to bend that direction."

"stiff upper lip -- you'll pull through!"

"clipped your noggin good, [name]. try not to fall unconscious!"

"oh no, [name], your arm!"

"blast it all. they winged you."

"your leg is damaged. we should repair it at once."

"you should not move too fast with your leg. it could aggravate your injury."

"oh no -- can you see? your head looks very bad."

"if untreated, you can bleed out very quickly from a head wound."

"keep your arm still. otherwise, your injury could get worse."

"damn. is it broken?"

"can you still shoot?"

"don't worry, it's not as bad as it looks."

"don't worry. i'll stick with you."

"shit, right in the head."

"fight through it, [name]."

"ouch. that had to hurt. hang in there."

"your arm is broken. kick and bite instead!"

"you don't need your head to smash shit."

sickness:

"you look pretty sick to your stomach."

"we're not going to last long out here."

"watch your step over here. might end up looking like me."

"great. i didn't need to have more children."

"gonna have a lot more limbs and a lot less hair if we stick around here too much longer."

"ugh. you feel that too?"

"we're not gonna stay alive much longer if we don't get a move on."

"can we get outta here? this place makes me feel like crap."

"the body can repair tissue damage, but still, too much radiation too quickly can prove fatal."

"caution is recommended."

"this stuff should be avoided at all costs. it could damage you irreparably."

"oh, great. like we need this."

"you're looking pretty sick. might wanna get some meds in you."

"get any sicker and i'll be hauling you back in a bodybag."

"you feeling alright? 'cause you look awful."

"starting to look a little . . . dead."

"deathly sick. that's a good look."

"maybe you should see the doc."

"if you don't have any on you, some meds would be a sound investment about now."

"you're looking a little grey. what do you say we get you to a doctor?"

"[name], you look like death. let's get you to a doctor."

"we need to get you some meds, fast."

"don't know if you're going for that 'carcass' look, but you're definitely getting there."

"let's get you to a doc."

"damn. you look like shit."

"damn, you don't look so good."

"maybe we should head back and get you cleaned up."

"little worse for wear, there."

"have you considered seeking professional medical assistance?"

"[name], you don't look so good."

"you don't look so good, man. you better find a doctor. soon."

"[name], you look terrible."

"is that . . . ? is your hair falling out? that's not good."

"you look very sick. very weak."

"you need to find a doctor."

"any more of this, you might end up dead."

"if you're too weak to go on, i'm not carrying you."

#shut up emrys #ref #insp #uhhhhhhhhhhhh #prompt list #dialogue prompt #whump #angst #long post #ask to tag #idk. here's this

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voicesfromnowhere · 2 years

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Day 6 - Supernatural - @hellcheerweek

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Rated Explicit, 18+

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This story is based on the amazing Witch AU art by @lunateayart ! Thank you for letting me include your art in the mood board for todays fic!

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Chrissy’s life had been turned upside down in only a month. If you had told her she would be hiding her demon familiar from her parents who had only ever raised her to be a good witch that practiced good, pure magic, the old Chrissy would have laughed you off. But now, in the short time she’d known the demon, he’d managed to push every last button she had.

When the adorable black cat followed her home, she was ecstatic thinking her fairy familiar had finally found her. It was a rite of passage and the Cunningham family had partnered with fairy familiars for generations. Apparently that didn’t apply to Chrissy though. When she got home and snuck the cat to her room upstairs, she thought she would surprise her parents in the morning and they would be proud of her. However, her plans vanished like smoke when she’d performed the familiar bonding ceremony. She’d always been told to do it right away, for delaying the ceremony could be seen as an insult to a fairy.

She’d known something was off when the incantations and sigils took on a darker hue, an inky blackness enveloping the cat that had sat before her. In the blink of an eye, the cat had disappeared and a very large, very handsome, and very naked demon was sitting in her room. Inky black covered his arms from his elbows to his fingertips. Horns were protruding from his shoulder length mop of hair that Chrissy wanted to run her fingers through. Her also had wings like a bat that took up most of the space in her room. She’d been lost for words and had felt her face flush as she thought about the final act of sealing the bond.

Chrissy still cursed the fact that she’d chosen to wear a low cut dress that night as his gaze raked over her form and she felt herself flush at the attention. It was like the universe was playing a cruel joke on her. The demon man had chuckled and the low reverberations had sent her heart spiraling into her throat and her stomach was suddenly tied in knots.

“Heart of my Heart, and Bone of my Bone,

I hath been accepted as this witches own,

Sealing the vow, I willingly give,

My fate is now hers, bound by my kiss.”

Still unable to speak, Chrissy had only stood there, face red with embarrassment as he’d wrapped a dark arm around her waist, warm and solid, before leaning down, pulling her dress down further until almost her entire left breast was revealed, leaving little to the imagination. He never broke eye contact as he licked his lips with a smirk and placed a kiss as far down her breast as he could. Chrissy thought she had died in that very moment.

The sigils around them condensed at the sign of the ceremonies final act being performed and they branded themselves in a small circle, right where the demon had kissed her. The tattoo was a binding contract and it was only when everything calmed down that she’d started to panic.

Since that night a little over a month ago, Chrissy learned a few things about the demon that she had bound herself to.

1. His name was Edward but he insisted she call him Eddie, which she’d found kind of adorable.

2. Eddie loved being in his cat form so that he could terrorize her parents, take cat naps in Chrissy’s lap, and easily get from place to place.

3. Eddie was the biggest tease Chrissy had ever met and it was driving her absolutely insane.

Sighing to herself, Chrissy realized she had drawn the same sigil in her notebook about ten times while she’d been lost in thought. Getting to know Eddie had been a rollercoaster of emotions for her. There was no denying that he was beautiful, deliciously dangerous, and sometimes he would say or do something that stoked a fire in her, but Chrissy couldn’t let those thoughts get the better of her. She had to remind herself that Eddie was a demon and that meant that this was just how he was. She imagined that it was hardwired into his DNA. She wouldn’t allow herself to let him get under her skin, or to seduce her in some way. She wasn’t actually special to him because that’s just how demons were. End of story.

Deciding to put her things away, she arched her back in a stretch that felt deep and satisfying after sitting for so long, a happy squeak leaving her throat.

“You know how much I love your private shows just for me sweetheart, but the least you could do is warn a guy.” Shooting an annoyed but flustered look over her shoulder, Chrissy huffed as she brought her arms back down to her sides and stood.

On a day to day basis, when Eddie wasn’t a cat, he took on the seemingly normal looking form of a man with tattoos. But his aura was still this bubbling form of defiance that oozed off of him with everything he did. He definitely used it to his advantage when it came to driving Chrissy insane too and it wasn’t just the innuendos or other things he said to her. It was the way he would look at her, like he wanted to eat her alive. It was the way his hands would sometimes skim any piece of exposed skin her outfit showed that day. It was the way he would curl up beside her at night as a cat, only for her to wake up in a heated tangle of limbs with soft hair tickling her in the middle of the night.

“I know you think you’re corrupting me Eddie, but you just sound ridiculous. You know that, right?” Chrissy had found the only way to not lose her mind was to not encourage him, so she usually defaulted to shooting good natured quips right back at him. “Besides, you need to transform so we can go check up on the barriers with Jason again.”

“Yeah, yeah, I know.” He stood and turned away from her. In a moment of indulgence, Chrissy felt her cheeks warm as she watched him remove his shirt, his lean muscles on display. It would be a complete lie to ignore the fact that Eddie was attractive and it would also be a complete lie if she said she’d never sneaked a glance here or there. Suddenly, Eddie looked over his shoulder and smirked at her, giving Chrissy a once over with his eyes. She knew she’d been caught. “Thought you said I wasn’t corrupting you princess. Oh and just for the record, I still think Jason is a prick. Be careful with him tonight.” Before Chrissy could even sputter out an embarrassed rebuttal, he was a cat again.

“I’m glad you can’t run your mouth as a cat, have I ever told you that?” Eddie simply meowed at her and looked at her with his eyes that were just as expressive, even in this form.

——

Checking the magical barriers that surrounded Hawkins wasn’t a difficult task, but it usually fell to the families that were held in high esteem in the community. The Cunningham’s were one of those families all thanks to Chrissy’s mother holding them to a high standard. She was constantly talking about their ancestors and the role they had to play. It was also partly why Chrissy was still hiding Eddie from her mother. Eddie found it hilarious, but Chrissy found it mind numbing.

The Carver’s were a family that Chrissy had grown up with her whole life, and so she was constantly matched with Jason Carver by proxy. They were the same age and always saw each other at the countless parties and events put on by the magical community in town. It was never lost on her that both of their mothers were always pushing them together in the hopes that they would date, or even marry. Jason was traditionally handsome. He was an all-American, blonde hair, blue eyes, athletic warlock that any young witch would be falling over themselves to marry. Chrissy never felt that way though. There was always something that was holding her back, apprehension that was there niggling at the back of her mind. She’d always trusted her gut, so that meant keeping Jason at arms length, even if he was more than happy to comply with their mother’s schemes.

The two of them had checked the barriers a handful of times together, so this was nothing new. The only difference now was Eddie. Said demon was perched on her shoulders, hitching a free ride as she walked up to where Jason was waiting for her.

“Chris, hey! You made it!” Jason was all smiles and perfect teeth as he waved at her. The nickname was one she didn’t exactly like, but it really didn’t matter in the grand scheme of things. She didn’t want to make a big deal over nothing.

“Hey Jason! Hope you weren’t waiting long.”

“Nah it’s okay. I’ve only been here about five minutes.” Jason paused as he noticed the cat circling Chrissy’s legs protectively. “Got a friend?”

“Oh! This is actually my familiar! I forgot you hadn’t met him yet.”

“Why are they in their animal form? Too shy? Scared?” Jason laughed but the jab made Chrissy prickle. It was rude to insult a familiar but Jason had always been cocky. Chrissy had told this story a thousand times so the lie came out easily.

“Actually, my familiar hasn’t shown their true form yet. It’s something special that must be earned through service together. They’re a traditionalist.” It wasn’t necessarily untrue, since some old school familiars really did use that rule, but it was rare nowadays. However, nobody questioned her when she threw the story out. The truth was she couldn’t afford to let anyone know that Eddie was a demon. It would crush her family.

“Oh got it! Weird, but hey! Whatever floats your familiars boat.” Jason shrugged and they slowly began their walk of the perimeter. The two of them poured their magic into the weak points when they found them, a simple task that didn’t take too much energy. By the end of the walk, it was late, and Chrissy was ready to go home, maybe take a bath, and then just collapse into bed. Before she could leave, Jason stopped her one last time.

“Chrissy, listen. Before you go, I was hoping we could talk. About us?” Chrissy was puzzled at the question. Eddie had frozen and his words from earlier echoed in her mind.

‘Be careful with him tonight.’

“What about us?” She asked cautiously. The magic in her gut was roaring to life and Eddie was frozen, staring at Jason like he wanted to murder the young man. It all set Chrissy on edge and she didn’t even know why.

“Well, you know our parents are wanting us to go to the Beltane celebration together. I just thought that we could make things, you know, official.” He carefully reached out and took her hand while she was frozen in place.

Oh.

“Jason I… look I’m flattered really… but I… I just can’t.” Jason was still smiling but his eyes became confused. Chrissy felt as Eddie leapt back up to her shoulders, settling on his haunches.

“Chrissy look. You don’t have to play hard to get. You’re the girl for me okay? You’ve always been the girl for me.” He sounded genuine, but Chrissy just couldn’t reciprocate. Images of Eddie suddenly came to mind, his eyes locked with hers, the way he made her feel hot inside, how it felt to wake up tangled up with him in her bed, the way he smelled. Chrissy didn’t know how to process any of this yet but it was obvious she didn’t want Jason.

“Jason I’m really sorry. I don’t like you that way. You’re wonderful, but there’s so many other girls that would be a much better match.”

It was at this statement that the warmth in Jason’s blue eyes turned to ice and his grip on her hands tightened. This. This was why her gut and Eddie were on edge. She’d never seen this side of Jason before but she immediately knew she didn’t want to.

“That’s not an option Chrissy. You don’t seem to understand.” His grip tightened and Chrissy tried to rip her wrist out, but found it almost impossible. Fear raced down her spine.

“I’m afraid you’ll need to get your disgusting hands off of my witch.” Eddie’s voiced was laced with venom as his arms came to wrap around her from behind. Glancing down, his forearms were pitch black and Chrissy knew exactly what Jason was seeing for the first time. Eddie was in his full demonic form, just like the first time she’d met him. His face contorted in fear and he dropped Chrissy’s wrists like he had been burned.

“Demon.” Jason spit the word out like it was sacrilege.

“I prefer Edward but whatever works for you.” His arms tightened around Chrissy and she could feel the brand of sigils on her chest burning under his touch, a sign that if Jason pushed him, Eddie wouldn’t hold back. Familiars protected those they bonded to fiercely when they thought someone was a threat.

“Jason let go.” Chrissy looked at him with firm eyes, hoping he would have enough sense to not let this escalate. As if Eddie sensed her thoughts, he ran his hands up and down her arms, before one of his hands came to cup Chrissy’s jaw delicately. He was putting on a show for Jason, playing up his corrupted bad boy act, even though Chrissy knew better. She knew that and yet her body still came to life under Eddie’s touch. Trails of fire were left in his wake and she felt goosebumps raise where he’d touched her. By the time he was turning Chrissy’s chin to look up at him, her face was flushed and her lips were parted, unable to control the way her body was reacting to him.

“You sold your soul!” Jason had taken a few steps back, and his voice was carrying through the quiet night around them. “You sold your soul Chrissy, and you’ll have to pay the price. How could you?”

“Jason, he’s just my familiar. Nothing more. Go home, please.” She spoke in an even tone, hoping he would stop before Eddie decided he’d had enough of the boy’s insults.

“I suggest you listen to sweet Chrissy here.” Eddie leaned down next to her ear and Chrissy shivered when she felt his lips graze the shell of her ear. “I’d watch your next words carefully if I were you, Jason.”

As if woken from a dream, Jason seemed to remember that Eddie could cause him extreme harm if the demon chose to. It caused him to quickly shake his head, turn, and run back towards his own home. Chrissy breathed a sigh of relief and tried to lighten the mood to calm her rapidly pounding heart.

“Did you really have to put on the theatrics Eddie?” Her breathy laugh fell dead on her lips when she looked back at Eddie again. His eyes were dark and full of an emotion that Chrissy was too scared to identify in that moment. He looked mildly annoyed at her statement.

“He was going to hurt you.”

Her heart thumped and skipped a beat at his words, but she still couldn’t find it in herself to admit what she knew was happening between them.

“It’s fine Eddie. I’m fine.”

Eddie huffed, and he was clearly annoyed. It was a side that she had never seen of him. He was usually playful, warm, happy. Never upset. But he very clearly disapproved of her aloof attitude and his only answer was to transform back into a cat and walk quickly back home. Chrissy had to jog to keep up. When they reached her home, instead of coming inside, he turned and trotted away. It wasn’t the first time he’d done that, taking personal time here or there for himself, but it was the first time that it made Chrissy’s heart ache.

——

Chrissy had taken her time unwinding from the night’s sharp turn without Eddie there. She was finding it difficult to relax since the only thoughts in her head were her replaying the feeling of Eddie running his hands along her sides, whispering in her ear, and the tone of voice he used to threaten the one thing threatening her. It made her core tighten and as she sat in the bath, alone with only her thoughts, she finally admitted to herself that she was falling for Eddie, and she was falling hard. It was easier to admit without the man here to constantly tease her and get her worked up. She breathed a sigh of relief at that thought.

She went through the motions as she continued cleaning up, putting on her usual sleepwear. The only thing that still hurt was Eddie leaving her. He’d never been annoyed at her, but since she was in the habit of admitting things to herself tonight, she didn’t defend herself. Eddie was right. They’d both seen how Jason acted and he wasn’t wrong. Jason tried to hurt her. Even she knew Eddie was right based on how Jason had been giving her bad feelings lately.

And she’d tried to blow it off like it was nothing.

Curling up on her bed and wrapping herself up, she felt a tear fall and she wiped it away as fast as possible. To anyone else, it might not seem like a big deal, but Eddie was her familiar, her closest ally in the magical world. They were supposed to be there at all times for each other. But more than that, Eddie had become her friend and roommate over the last month. They’d bonded quickly and they knew things about each other that outsiders almost never got to see. The bed felt colder without him and she wanted nothing more than for Eddie to leap up onto her window sill and make a place for himself next to her pillow. She didn’t know when but somewhere in between letting more than a few tears fall and wiping her face clean, she fell asleep wanting nothing more than to apologize and see Eddie’s smile.

—

At some point in the middle of the night, Chrissy woke up feeling something tickling her face. I’m her sleepy fog, she also felt warmth radiating from beside her and decided to nestle into it, wanting to feel comforted. What woke her up though was the smell that was coming from whatever solid, warm, space heater she’d found in her bed. It was like all of her favorite warm, spicy scents that made her want to never leave the paradise she’d somehow found. Finally, her brain caught up and Chrissy’s eyes flew open, remembering that she was supposed to be alone in bed.

Eddie, in his human form, was cradling her head gently into his chest, breathing soft, deep breaths that told her he was still asleep. Her eyes stung with the threat of tears and she didn’t care if she woke the demon up as she squeezed her arms around his waist and held on for dear life.

“No harm, no foul sweetheart.” Chrissy looked up, desperate to make things right. When she did so, she stopped just short of his face, not even inches from hers. She could feel him inhale sharply at her sudden closeness, but not even that could stop her. She gazed fiercely at his chocolate eyes before she brought her lips to his.

Tasting Eddie was even better than touching Eddie. Chrissy whimpered into his mouth when he responded to her, everything quickly becoming a heated frenzy between the two of them. His arms were solid and his chest was hot and bare. Chrissy ran her nails across it as her tongue slipped into his mouth and she was pretty sure she had died and was in some kind of heaven. Eddie wasn’t far behind her, his hands coming to hitch one of Chrissy’s legs over his hip. When both of their cores met at the action, Eddie let out a groan from the back of his throat. Chrissy felt heat pooling at her center and she jutted her hips, searching for friction.

She could feel Eddie, hard and heavy, through the thin excuse for sweatpants he wore and she moaned as she let herself find relief against him. At her sounds, he took the chance to run hot kisses down the column of her neck, only pausing to turn them so that he was hovering above her, his mouth at the top of her breasts.

“Mine,” he snarled, not breaking eye contact with her. Chrissy didn’t even think before she responded.

“Yours…” The truth rang out between them for a few agonizing seconds, before Eddie essentially ripped her clothes off of her. She had no time to respond as he moved down her body licking and suckling a path down to the branded sigils on her breast, above her heart. Chrissy’s head fell back when Eddie laved the spot with his tongue, kissing it tenderly.

“We don’t have to do more if you don’t want.” His voice was soft and questioning as he checked with her one final time.

“I thought you were corrupting me Eddie,” she bit her lip to hold back a laugh. “Don’t stop while you’re ahead.” She ran a hand through his mess of curls gently, amazed by how soft they were. It was all of the permission Eddie needed.

Eddie kissed her nipples without warning, suckling them in the most mind numbing way as every thought exited her brain. The feelings were sending jolts of pleasure down to her core and she knew she needed him sooner rather than later.

“Eddie… Eddie please…” Chrissy gently pulled his face up to her again before reaching down between them to grasp his length. Her eyes widened at how long he felt in her hand and it made her mouth water at the thought. Taking a finger through her folds, Eddie reciprocated the action and licked his lips.

“Shit Chrissy. All this for me?” All she could do was nod, her ability to speak gone as soon as she’d felt that finger touching her in the one place she needed him.

“Need you Eddie. Can’t wait, please.��

“Anything for you sweetheart.” Gripping his cock, Eddie lined himself up with her entrance, taking his time to run the head up and down her folds, covering himself in her slick. When he finally pushed into her core, they both moaned at the feeling they brought each other.

“Knew you weren’t a good girl at all. I knew it.” Eddie babbled filthy things to her as he built up a rhythm, rutting into her like it was nothing, like they were meant to go together this whole time. Chrissy could only moan in response to everything he said, the feeling of him stretching and filling her too much to handle. He hit a delicious spot inside of her that had her seeing stars and chanting his name like a prayer. She was fluttering around him, signaling that she was getting ready to come.

“Fuck baby,” Eddie gritted out as he brought his thumb to her clit, running tight circles over it. “You’re mine. Nobody else can ever have you. Don’t want anyone to ever feel you like this. Only me.”

“Y-yes, oh… fuck Eddie… only yours…” Chrissy could feel herself nearing the edge, ready to topple over into the abyss with Eddie.

“Come on baby, come just for me. Come around my cock and give it to me like I know you want to.”

His words flung Chrissy off the precipice she’d been standing on and she felt herself come hard and fast around his length. It was more intense than anything she’d ever given herself and she knew she was already addicted to the feeling. Eddie let her ride him through her orgasm, the feel of her gripping him quickly becoming his undoing. Once Chrissy had come down from her high, he only lasted a few more thrusts before he was coming inside of her, hot and thick. As Chrissy watched and felt the aftershocks of her pleasure, she thought Eddie couldn’t possibly be a demon because when he came, he looked too beautiful to be anything but an angel.

Eddie came down and collapsed next to Chrissy, both of them breathing hard and looking only at each other. She looked up at him, her arm draped over his chest, relishing in the skin to skin contact. He peppered her face lightly with kisses and didn’t stop until she was laughing at him to stop. Once he did stop, he had the biggest smirk on his face, and Chrissy rolled her eyes playfully.

“Knew you were bad,baby,” he said gently. “Just didn’t realize how much you’d like it.”

“Well you never asked, did you?” Chrissy stuck out her tongue and anything else she was planning to say died in her throat as Eddie captured her mouth yet again.

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