#when he dries. before that he looks like someone drowned him

[neteyamsmoon]

Welcome to vegas, baby

~ Summary : You heard Las Vegas is an amazing city so why not get a trip to it? You also heard there live hot guys only, but didn't expect one to take care of you.

~ Warnings : moderu au teyam, human reader, fingering, physic insecurity (reader), masturbating (nete<3)

~ Word count : 1.9k+

~ Translations : tìyawn - my love

~ Author's note : This was so rushed and idk if there even is a plot 🙏 forgive me!! Neteyam pic belongs to sullytey on tiktok and divider to @cafekitsune

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Welcome to vegas baby

I want you come and pay me

Give me the money, give me diamonds, give me rubies baby

Give me a best trip

I wanna go shoppin'

Get on your knees and beg me please to let you in me

"Vegas" (I wanna ride) by Joseline Hernandez

"Hey there, sweetling!" Neteyam shouted in direction over the loud music that was buzzing in your ears. You turned your head towards the voice, not knowing the owner of it was actually talking to you.

Neteyam smirked when you looked around, desperately searching for the one who called. He made his way through humans and na'vi, finally passing by to you. He didn't come to you just yet, he didn't want to seem a creep.

Instead, he ordered you another drink, just like the one you were close to finishing. After you swallowed the last drop of the sweet pink liquid in your glass, the bartender brought another one your way. You didn't expect a new drink, possibly free. Maybe he wanted to get under your skin but he was also na'vi.

Las Vegas is a place for everybody, na'vi or human. But this place is more populated by na'vi cause now tell me who, as a human, would be in their right mind to live here. Exactly! Nobody. Here the na'vi's are hot, well built and simply sexy. That's why most of them were single, nobody could get to them.

You straightened your back and when the bartender passed by, you stopped him.

"Excuse me!"

The bartender stopped in his tracks and turned around to you, leaning forward and supporting his weight with his arms by the counter.

"I didn't order this-" "I know. Someone ordered it for you." your eyes widened as you took in his words. You couldn't think of someone who would actually buy you a drink for nothing.

You nodded slowly, quietly muttering an 'okay' as he left. Though, who were you to say no to a free drink? You looked around one more time before you picked up the glass, bringing it to your lips and letting the pink colored fluid go down your throat as you savoured its sweet taste.

From afar, Neteyam was stroking himself, thinking of how your hands would feel around him. He couldn't help but stroke his cock faster, feeling himself getting closer, the simple thought of you pleasuring him only adding fire to his fuel.

He closed his eyes, biting his bottom lip to prevent his moans from getting heard. Neteyam came all over his hand, drowning it in his sticky seed. He brought his hand up to his face, watching his cum stick to his fingers. Whenever he tried parting them, he saw how they were connected by a thin line of cum.

"Fuck" he muttered, quickly zipping up his jeans and going to the bathroom, keeping his dirty hand inside his jacket pocket. Entering the bathroom, he turned on the water and brought his hand closer, watching the mess on it disappear under the pressure.

As his hand was finally clean, he looked around for some napkins but there weren't any. He closed his eyes in frustration before he inhaled through his nose, letting out a breath through his mouth. With the other clean hand, he threw his shirt over his head and dried off his hand. Now that his shirt was wet, he didn't even bother bringing it with him anymore. Instead, he just threw it away in the bin as he looked at himself in the mirror.

Now as a young adult, he was good looking. Starting working up from 16 really did help him. Now, he looked magnificent. He had a God-like body with rock hard abs, a back so large that sometimes he had trouble passing through door frames, thick thighs, and huge arms. But his favorite part of his body was his chest. He could say he outgrew his own mother. Others said it was just genetics but Neteyam had massive pecs. If he ran, they bounced. If he jumped, they jiggled. Whatever he did, there was movement.

He flexed his arms in the mirror, watching his muscles bulge at his action. When suddenly, he turned his head to the side and saw you. You were standing there, with your phone lifted up almost at the level of your face. You've been taking pics of him since you misunderstood the toilet signs and accidentally entered the men's bathroom. Neteyam wasn't the one to back down, and neither were you.

"Like what you see?" he turned to you, flexing for your little phone to collect and keep. Now you couldn't ignore the wet patch that was forming on your underwear, your folds were already leaking with arousal and of course Neteyam could smell it. That's why he continued flexing just for you, letting his lips tug upwards and form a smirk on his handsome face.

As any other normal being, your eyes drifted to his ample chest. Now you were offended. He couldn't possibly have them bigger than you... could he?

"What? Are you jealous I got bigger tits than you?" Neteyam joked, letting his arms fall to his sides as he eyed you, his piercing yellow eyes mixing with your different ones.

You scoffed and rolled your eyes at his words, quickly moving your gaze somewhere else, allowing it to wander anywhere but him.

"Don't have to be mad-" "At least I have nipples."

Now it was your time to speak and to offend him. According to what the scientists told the world, na'vi don't have nipples. Or maybe just the females do because they have to feed their kids but men? Nuh uh.

You thought he was gonna flirt with you, be something like "then show me yours" but no. He had his head tilted to the side, smirking down at you as he crossed his arms over his chest, pressing his pectorals together to make you even madder than before.

"Do you want to see?"

Your eyes widened at his bold question, and your cheeks got a new shade of red. He just... he asked you to show his nipples to you, to prove to you that he has them too.

Because you're crazy and don't think rationally in these kinds of moments, you nodded frantically.

"Yes, yes. Show them to me."

He got on his knees in front of you and pulled you closer, his hand wrapping around your entire forearm.

While crouching, he was still taller than you so him pulling you so abruptly towards him made you crush into his chest. You could swear your eyes almost fell out when you saw his perfect pectorals bounce at the sudden movement. You swore yours never bounced like this, and you felt like crying because of that.

And as if he could sense that, he pulled you into his chest. Neteyam knew where your head would end, but pretended to not. Your head came right in between his pecs and you felt the warmth of his body enveloping you whole.

"Now, don't cry. Show me how much you love me." he gently pulled away from you and took one of his pecs in his hand, bringing you closer to it as he pointed his hard nipple towards your mouth.

Without thinking twice, you wrapped your lips around his waiting bud, sucking and twirling your tongue around it. Neteyam moaned and threw his head back, his hand coming to tangle in your hair at the back of your head, guiding your movements but also holding you there. He was gentle with you as you were with him, but what would happen if you weren't?

Out of curiosity, you slowly bit down on his nipple. Neteyam's grip on your hair tightened and you were abruptly pulled away. There was a thin line of saliva connecting your lips and his nipple.

"You want to play dirty, tìyawn? Fine. I can play dirty too." Neteyam stood up, lifting you up to his chest as he did so. He walked over to the sink and placed you on the edge, making you part your legs so he can make room for his. One hand lingered on your nape as with the other one he held you by your chin. He looked at you in the eyes, his now intimidating gaze making you feel smaller than before.

"Look at you..." he whispered, "...such a tiny little thing, with such a dirty mind." you wanted to get mad at him and shut his mouth but the way he was talking, the way he was holding you, it was just too much. And it felt too good.

He leaned forward, his face just inches from yours. You could feel his warm breath caress your face as your eyes fell on his lips, so untouched and dying for any kind of attention. You wanted to dance with his lips, you wanted to fight with his tongue and in the end, you wanted to be there for him. Forever and always.

Neteyam was looking down at you with such adoration in his eyes, like he saw Eywa herself. His pupils were widely dilated till there was no gold left and his tail was swaying slowly from left to right, every now and then brushing against your leg.

You took the initiative and crushed your lips against his blue ones. You thought you had an advantage and could dominate him by kissing. But when his large hands engulfed your waist and squeezed your flesh, you felt dizzy. The world was spinning around you as his tongue fought against yours, seeking for dominance. You could tell he was a big dom.

When you finally gave in and let yourself be dominated by him, you felt one of his thick fingers slip inside you. You moaned into the kiss and could feel the smirk on his lips. He allowed you to pull away and you took a deep breath, refilling your aching lungs.

"Feels good, hm?" he smirked down at you, bent down to ghost his spit slicked lips right above your ears, sending a shiver down your spine.

You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him closer as he pumped his long finger in and out of you, asking for more. You arched into his touch, now chests pressed against one another as your breath came heavy, mouth struggling to stay closed as soft mewls left your lips.

"I-I'm close..." your voice was music to Neteyam's ears. Nodding his head, he resumed thrusting his finger in and out of you, feeling your tight walls accommodate the size of his digit.

"Come on, let go. Cum for me. Cum on me."

You could feel yourself getting closer, and more vulnerable. From the independent woman that travelled all alone to Las Vegas, you turned into a little whore, needy for the attention of a man twice your height who could keep you down with one hand.

A loud moan escaped your lips as you painted his hand in your juices, walls clenching around him. Neteyam pulled out his finger and brought it to his lips, sucking and licking your aroma off of it.

"That was... the best I ever experienced." you let out a breathless laugh, looking around you and searching for a way to get down from the sink.

Out of nowhere, two large hands wrapped around your waist and hoisted you up in the air, before lowering you back on the ground. Neteyam smiled down at you and leaned in closer, placing a kiss on the crown of your head.

"You should stay for a while. We could get to know each other better, you know?"

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[carnivalcarriondiscarded]

butterfly Howdy... he must be the prettiest girl at the party.... also so so tired

#i imagine that metamorphosis is Exhausting #turning to goop & then reforming takes a lot of work and energy yk #absolutely zero rest going on in there! #i can so vividly picture everyone gathering around his chrysalis waiting for him to emerge #ready to watch him to break free Beautiful and Refreshed #and then he just kinda. slides out and slaps against the ground. goopy. half dead. confused. crinkled #also much fluffier!!! #when he dries. before that he looks like someone drowned him #Having So Many Butterfly Howdy Thoughts #scribble salad #welcome home #welcome home puppet show #welcome home fanart #howdy pillar #yassified howdy <3 #i wanted his butterfly form to be like... longer??? more ~Elegant~ if that makes sense? #longer hair... longer fluff... longer antennae... claws bc why the fuck not. claws fuck severely. #eyelash thingies.... #hed probably end up cutting his hair short again but yk. wanna draw him with whatever the fuck that style is #is it a mullet? WHO KNOWS!

[beautyiindeath]

stuck with you ✧ ˚ · . rafe cameron x fem!reader

summary: after crash landing in barbados, you find yourself taken hostage at the hands of mr. singh. determined to get what he wants, he traps you in room with rafe cameron…

cw: 18+ (minors dni). heavy smut. fingering. oral sex. unprotected sex. vaginal sex. choking. name calling.

word count: 3.4k !

As if crash landing into the ocean in a derelict helicopter wasn’t bad enough, you ended up being separated from your friends and thrown into the back of a truck by a group of armed guards. They bound your wrists behind your back with rope and we’re positioned all around you, they’re guns pointing at you from all angles.

It was a set up from the start. After surviving on an isolated island for months, you were growing tired of the initial thrill and the desperation to go home grew each day. Luck seemed to come your way when a helicopter passing by turned around and agreed to take you and your friends back home. But it was a set up from the start. The man who’d picked you up was well aware of you who all were. You’d figured that out after JJ went snooping in his bag.

After the helicopter crashed into the ocean, your friends were quick to swim away, but you couldn’t leave the man to drown so you hauled him onto the beach. He apologised then, saying he had struck a deal with someone. He had been promised a big cash reward from the handover. But your friends had managed to escape, leaving only one of you as the cash prize. The whole situation had Ward Cameron written all over it.

You struggled against your restraints, the rope digging into your skin. “What has Ward Cameron promised you?” You asked the guards around you. None of them replied, they just sent deathly glares your way.

You glanced towards the one who looked the kindest, pleading as best you could with your eyes, willing him to answer.

“We don’t know of a Ward Cameron.” He said. After he didn’t elaborate any further, you spoke up again.

”Listen… I don’t know who you think I am, but if this truly has nothing to do with Ward Cameron, then you have the wrong person.”

You felt a sharp twang against the side of your head as the larger guard hit you with the end of his rifle, “Keep quiet or I’ll gag your mouth as well as your hands.”

Not wanting to add fire to the fuse, you shut up. The rest of the journey continued in an awkward silence, and after what felt like forever, the truck eventually came to a stop.

There were even more armed guards, some equipped with dogs that snarled and cared their teeth when you walked past. Every inch of the property was covered, if you tried to escape, you’d get nowhere. You were hauled out by your arms, and taken across the threshold into a large mansion.

Two guards led you up a winding staircase and shoved you into a bedroom. The rude guard from earlier untied your wrists.

”There’s a shower and some clothes over there. I suggest you clean up before you meet with Mr. Singh,” he scrunched his nose in disgust, “You smell like shit.”

He turned on his heel and left the room, locking the door behind him. After checking every window, and finding they were locked, you admitted defeat and decided to take advantage of the shower.

After bathing in salty water for months without soap, it felt good to step into a hot shower. You scrubbed the grime off your body, shampooed and conditioned your hair three times until it no longer felt sore and itchy.

Like the man had said, there was a wardrobe to the side of the bedroom with a section of the same red dress. You picked out the one in your size and pulled it over your body. The soft silky material felt nice against your skin. You tore dried your hair and let the waves fall naturally down your back.

Then you went and laid on the bed, staring up a the ceiling for what felt like hours. A knock at the door interrupted you from your daydream.

”Mr. Singh is ready to see you now.” A voice boomed from the other side of the door. You rose from the bed when you heard the lock click open. The guards grabbed ahold of your arms and dragged you across the hall and down the stairs to the ground floor. They led you into a large office towards the right hand side, the shut the door behind them and stood guard at either side.

A buzzcut man was stood by the window, their back facing you. “Excuse me?” You started.

The man turned around and you were met with that face of Rafe Cameron. It had taken a moment for you to recognise him, he looked different without his signature locks.

”What the fuck?” You grimaced.

He sauntered across the room, his finger jutted out towards you. “I swear to God, you’d better not be here to mess up my deal.” He spat.

”What deal? I have no idea what you’re talking about.“

Before Rafe could respond, a thick Barbados accent spoke from across the room. A sharp looking man walked over. “What a lovely reunion between friends. Take a seat, both of you.”

“We’re not friends.” You and Rafe said at the same time. You sat down on the couch. Rafe took a seat in the one furthest from you, his eyes glaring in your direction. Mr. Singh let out a low chuckle and sat in front of the two of you.

“I’m going to get straight to business,” He looked over at you as he said this, “I know you have the diary. Just hand it over and I will let you go. Nobody has to get hurt if you play by my rules.”

You played it cool, and tried to sound as convincing as possible.

”I’m sorry to disappoint you, Mr. Singh. But I don’t know what you’re talking about. I haven’t got a diary. Unless you count my own… which I doubt it the one you’re after.”

Mr. Singh tutted, sucking his teeth as he shook his head in disagreement. “I know you know the diary I’m talking about. And I know you have it. How else would you know about the gold?”

”I don’t have the diary. I’m sure your guards can attest to that after they vigorously searched me earlier and found nothing.” You said.

“You might not have the diary on you, but you know where it is. Just tell me the location and I can have my men go get it. Once it’s in my hands, you’re both free to go.”

Rafe rose from his seat on the couch, heading over towards the door. “I came here to cut a deal. If I’m not getting that, then I’m leaving. I don’t appreciate my time being wasted.” He huffed.

The guards were quick to point their guns at him. He stepped back, his hands up in surrender.

”Mr. Cameron… I know you’re aware of the diary I’m talking about too. Maybe you’ll have better luck getting the truth out of her.” Mr. Singh signalled towards his guards and they took hold of both you and Rafe. “Take them upstairs. Don’t let them out until they decide to talk.”

As you were being dragged out of the office and back towards the stairs, Mr. Singh called out to you again, “If you don’t have the answer I want in 24 hours, your friends will die.” He smirked, holding up his phone which showed a photo of Sarah and John. B tied up.

”Let them go !” You shouted as the guard threw you over his shoulder and carried you up the stairs, his grip tight on you as you thrashed around.

You were thrown into the same bedroom as earlier, along with Rafe. The door locked behind you. “Let me out !” You started shouting, banging your fists against its wooden frame.

”Will you shut the fuck up.” Rafe hissed as you continued banging on the door. You ignored him and he grabbed ahold of your arm and yanked you away from it. You shook him off and cast him a dirty look.

”No matter how much noise you make, they aren’t going to listen.” He sighed.

“Do you even care that he has your sister hostage?”

”Of course I care.”

You scoffed at him, “Then why aren’t you doing anything about it?”

He rolled his eyes at you, growing irritated with your attitude. “I don’t see you doing anything either. I know you have that diary. If you care about them that badly, tell the truth.”

You sighed, running your hands through your hair. The diary was back at the chateau, you could easily tell Singh, but you knew that your friends wouldn’t want that. They’d find a way out, right? They always did.

Standing by the window, you looked out across the horizon, the sun was already starting to set. You bit down on your lip, trying to hold back your tears.

“Anyone out there?” Rafe asked, standing beside you as he drew back the curtain.

”Get lost.” You spat.

”We’re locked in a room together. I cant go anywhere even if I wanted too.”

You moved away from him and went to sit on the bed, your head in your hands.

Rafe leaned against the window frame, looking at you as he debated over what to say.

”Look around. I’m the only friend you have.” He knelt down in front of you, his hands touching your knees as he looked up at you.

”We are not friends.” You glared, shaking his hands off.

He didn’t move from his spot but he didn’t put his hands back on you. “You know what I mean. Maybe if we work together, we can get out of her quicker.”

“I’d rather walk over hot rocks than work with you.”

“Suit yourself. Don’t blame me if your friends end up dead at your behest.” He stood up and started pacing the room, mumbling things under his breath.

Lying back on the bed, you reached for a pillow and screamed into it, letting out your frustration in the only way you could.

”So, where’s the diary?” Rafe asked after a few minutes of silence.

“As if I’d tell you. You’re just here to try and weasel the answer out of me for him. But your little game isn’t going to work.”

”You really think I’m on his side? Why the fuck would I willingly lock myself in a room with you?”

You shrugged at him. “Just shut up, Rafe. I’m sick of hearing your voice.”

Yawning, you rolled over and closed your eyes. “You’re sleeping at a time like this? Damn… your friends really mustn’t mean that much to you.” Rafe pestered.

”I’m resting my eyes.” You hissed.

*****

The sound of the door locking startled you. You glanced over at the window, the night sky looking back at you. You must’ve fallen asleep. The bathroom door was shut and you could hear Rafe fumbling around in there.

You remembered seeing some pajamas in the wardrobe earlier, and decided to change into them whilst he was gone. Shedding the red dress off your body, you looted around in the drawer, trying to find something that would fit and keep you both comfortable and cool in the heat. You’d just finished pulling up the bottoms when Rafe walked back in, wearing only his boxers. He caught you staring at him for longer than necessary, a dry snicker leaving his lips. You looked away, pretending it hadn’t happened.

”You don’t have to act all shy.” He smirked.

Still facing the wall, you refused to look at him. “Put some clothes on.”

”In case you haven’t noticed, there’s nothing in here for me to wear. And I’m not falling asleep in my suit. So you’ll have to deal with it.”

You sighed in defeat, staring out into the darkness. The air suddenly felt very hot.

”You cant stand there all night avoiding me.”

”Yes I can.”

Rafe chuckled to himself. Enjoying the fact that wearing only his boxers was having such an effect on you. He moved across the room to stand behind you. His skin mere centimetres away from yours. You could feel your heart pounding as his ran his fingers up your bare arms, causing you to shiver.

“Cold?” Rafe whispered, his lips brushing against your ear. “Maybe I should warm you up…” His hands snaked around your waist as he span you around to face him, your breath hitched in your throat. With his body pressed against your own, you could feel his abs through the thin material of the pajamas. You started at the ground, refusing to make eye contact.

”Look at me.” He spoke in a soft voice.

Swallowing the lump in your throat, you cautiously looked up to meet his gaze. His piercing blue eyes stared back at you. Both your chest moved in sync, the air the room felt suffocating as you tried to hold your composure. As much as you despised him, there was no denying that Rafe was an attractive man. Right now all you wanted to do was fuck him.

“Looks like we’re going to be trapped here for a while.” He smirked, not breaking eye contact.

The confidence you had earlier was completely shattered and you found yourself feeling flustered, not knowing how to respond.

Rafe’s hands kneaded the skin on your hips, his fingers snaking up your sides underneath the silk camisole. “W-We shouldn’t.” You stuttered. Both of you knew this was getting dangerous.

“It’s just us in here. Nobody else will know.”

Unable to fight it any longer, you crashed your lips into his, desperate for the taste of him. The kiss was hungry, his tongue sliding into your mouth. He guided you backwards, towards the bed, laying you down on your back.

Rafe pulled away from this kiss, his lips attacking to your skin as he ducked and nibbled on your collarbones. A small whimper left your lips. His body hovered over yours as he looked down at you. His eyes hungry.

”You look so good beneath me.” He rasped.

Bringing his lips back to your skin, he kissed down your chest, his soft hands pushing the straps of the camisole down your shoulders. You tugged the bottoms off yourself whilst he pulled the silky shirt down past your breasts.

His lips were quick to attach themselves to your left breast, as his took your nipple in his mouth. You gasped, arousal coursing through you. With his other hand caressing your other breast, he continued sucking on your breast, taking the hardening nub between his teeth.

Reaching up, you pulled him closer to you, desperate to feel his skin against yours. Rafe reached down between your thighs, running his fingers over your panties. You tensed up at his touch. You stomach twisted and turned.

“Relax.” He cooed, as he slid his hands underneath the lace. His fingers brushed against your clit, causing you to let out a small moan.

“Does that feel good?” He gruffed, his fingers sliding in between your folds.

You hummed in response, bucking your hips up at his touch as he slid in a singular finger. With his lips still attached to your breast, he started jutting his finger in and out of your pussy. “More.” You pleaded.

”More what?” He teased.

”Fingers,” You mewled. “More fingers.”

He smirked, sliding another finger inside of you. “We shouldn’t be doing this right now.” You said.

”Want me to stop?”

You whimpered when he went stoic, taking his lips from around your aching nipple.

”No. Don’t stop.”

He pulled your panties off in one swift movement and started pumping his fingers inside you, curling them up at the knuckle to fuck you at a more pleasurable angle. He rubbed your clit with his thumb, circling it around the sensitive nub, making you moan.

”Does that feel good?” He hummed as he watched you, all hot and flustered from his touch.

You responded by moaning his name and bucking up your hips against his hand.

Testing the waters to see how far you could for for him, he snaked his free hand up your chest, wrapping it around the base of your throat. Feeling the vibrations of a hum against his palm, he gripped tighter. His cock grew harder.

You whimpered as he pulled his fingers out, your juices slick all over them. You watched as he brought them to his mouth, sucking them clean. He tugged his boxers down, and your eyes widened as he cock sprang free. He was bigger than you’d imagined.

Rafe took his shaft in his hand, lining it up at your core, his top circling around your hole, causing you to quiver.

”Stop teasing me.” You whined, your body aching for him.

He guided himself inside your hole slowly, you winced as a twinge of pain pulsed through your pussy as he stretched you out.

“You can take it.” He encouraged, sliding himself further inside your tight walls. He bit down on his lip as he let out a low groan.

Unable to control his urges, he thrust forward, filling you up. Your walls tightened around him. “Fuck.” Rafe hissed. “You’re so tight.”

You arched your back in pleasure and wrapped your legs around his hips, desperate to pull him in closer.

Rafe brought his other hand to your throat, pressing down harshly as he fucked you raw. You moaned out loudly as his cock hit the pit of your stomach.

“Louder. Let me hear you.” He grunted between thrusts.

Your eyes rolled to the back of your head and your head went foggy, you were coming close to your high. You moaned out his name through jagged breaths, each one getting more hoarse as you struggled to take in oxygen.

You felt the familiar knot in your stomach as your legs began to shake. You let out a wail as an intense orgasm rushed through you. Your hands were on Rafe’s back, your nails digging deep into his skin as you rode out the high.

You gasped for air when he let go of your throat, coughing slightly at the dry taste left in your mouth. Rafe held onto your hips as he flipped you both over, so that you were straddling him.

Holding onto his shoulders for support, you ground against his hips, moving in sync with his thrusts.

“Oh God.” You moaned as you felt the start of another orgasm coming on.

You threw your head back and bathed in the intense pleasure coursing through your body.

“Still hate me?” Rafe panted.

”So fuckin’ much.”

”Show me how much you hate me. Make me come for you.”

You tightened your walls around his cock, taking him all. You grinded against him slowly and passionately. You felt his cock twitch inside you. He was close.

Rafe groaned, his hand gripping into the curves on your body. You rode out another orgasm, your body fighting to stay upright as it trembled. You kept grinding, desperate to make him come.

Just before his orgasm hit, Rafe pulled out of you, his cum squirting up your chest and he let out a moan. You fell back onto the bed, gasping as you struggled to catch your breath.

The two of you laid in silence. Only the sound of your chests rising and falling filled the air. Your hair was sticking to your skin as sweat dripped down your skin.

Once you felt strong enough to stand, you hauled yourself up and walked into the bathroom. You switched on the shower and stepped inside. The hot water soothed your aching body as you rinsed the sweat and cut off your skin.

You dried yourself with a towel and wrapped it around your figure, walking back into the bedroom. Rafe walked past you, going to take a shower himself. The two of you avoided eye contact.

Pulling on your panties, you tied your hair up and slipped under the covers. You shut your eyes and started drifting off to sleep.

The feeling of movement beside you unsettled you. “What are you doing?” You hummed as Rafe got under the covers.

”Going to bed.” He answered.

You pulled one of the pillows from under you, stuffing it between the two of you. “Don’t cross this line.”

Rafe snickered, “We just fucked and now you’re placing a pillow between us?”

”Yes. So much as breathe too close to me and I’ll make you sleep on the floor.”

You closed your eyes again, pulling the covers up to your chin and drifted off to sleep.

When you woke up the next morning, the pillow was on the floor and you were nuzzled up against Rafe’s body.

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[shaisuki]

“suguru...”

the name came out of the blue. your eyes closed and your head slumped to his chest. you're wasted. barely making coherent words but the the name came in perfect. he supports you with his arms. saving you from the demise of falling face first. he hears a sniffle then it was followed by burst of tears in your eyes. looking at him in a haze where you began to grab his cheeks. your body sways and he steadies you in his strong arms.

"careful." he mumbles and then you're out of cold. he smiles at your drunk form. scooping you in his arms and pressed a kiss to your forehead.

"let's get you home." he says before walking towards the exit.

he gently place you in the bed. removing your coat and placing it in the chair before your shoes followed suit. he runs cold water in a small towel.

he looks at your sleeping form. how much did you change in the last years? you're not your old self anymore but your soft features remains. the dimple in your cheek where it sinks when you smile. he missed you smiling.

he sits down in your bed. the mattress dips from his added weight. wipes the sweat in your forehead, the dried tears in your cherubic cheeks and the stain of booze in the corners of your mouth.

he wasn't doing good in cleaning you up. taking care of someone. his lips forms into a thin line. you look so peaceful in your sleep and it's been a long time since he had seen you so serene, calm like you didn't carry the burden of your world.

gojo couldn't help but to bitterly smile at the name you were calling earlier. there's no way you could have mistaken him for another but with the influence of the alcohol. he understands.

he can't speak of it no more. it seems taboo. one could be cursed when he speaks the name of his deceased friend. your lover. he didn't look like suguru a bit. they were like day and night. the sun and moon.

he don't have suguru's hair. no ounce of coal-colored strands in his hair. it's white. snow white. no purples in his eyes instead he have the deep cerulean eyes of his whole holds the strongest power in the universe.

you shift in your sleep and gojo looks at you. sees a tear falls out in your eyes and he catches it with his index finger. it must have been so hard for you. to lost your other half who loves you truly.

you're good at hiding your sadness. your frustration, the disappointment of not being able to protect who you deeply loved.

then gojo realizes. you've been holding it for too long. gojo could applaud for how good you are at hiding it. the smiles you give to others but it doesn't reach your eyes. the abuse of body. empty wrappers of fast food flowing out of your trash bin. drown yourself in the pleasure of alcohol. a temporary escape for everything.

the suicide missions. where he finds you lying on shoko's table or a frantic call from ijichi.

you hadn't moved on. drowning yourself in work and the feelings still unreciprocated. gojo said he'll wait for you. mend the broken pieces of your heart but can it be mended when it's long gone?

he finds himself taking care of you. a feat he never bothered with anyone. he gazes at you. the years piling up on you.

"what have you done, suguru." he badly wants to ask his friend who left you.

he grabs your hand in his. feel the softness of your hand in his roughed hands. it's warm. you were the breath of life in suguru's. he remembers the nights with drinks in their hands. suguru would talk about you fondly. a new kind of smile in suguru's face with your name in his lips.

now, it was left of unshed tears. the words you could never say in your right mind. it hurts. it hurts everywhere.

gojo shouldn't be affected by this. he got things to worry about but when he sees you. it's a reminder he still have you and it's not the end of suguru's absence.

"fuck you, suguru."

time couldn't heal the damage that had been done. it will haunt him and you with the ghosts of the past.

your eyes flutters open, you find gojo holding your hand.

"i'm sorry, satoru. i shouldn't have dragged you into this." the tears streaming down in your cheeks.

he kisses your knuckles, wipes the tears in your cheeks and he leans forward. kissing your forehead.

"it's not your fault, (y/n)." he assures you. his face softening while gazing at you. it's not your fault. you learned to love and suguru returned it.

he says, love is most twisted curse of all. you cursed yourself with it for suguru. he finally understands why he didn't cursed suguru at the end but he don't have an explanation for it.

for the strongest like him, he exorcised the toughest curses and humans alike and yet, he couldn't shield himself from cursing himself to you.

if loving you is being cursed, then so be it. he don't care even it lasts for a lifetime.

#— 𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐈'𝐒 𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒 #— 𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐈'𝐒 𝐁𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐓 𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐒 #jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen x chubby reader #jjk x reader #geto x reader #gojo x reader #gojo satoru x chubby reader #gojo satoru drabble #gojo satoru x reader #jjk angst #chubby reader #chubby reader angst

[soft-mafia]

Saved [anime!Buggy x Reader]

warnings: fem reader, fem y/n, nsfw, smut, Buggy’s a bit of a perv, Buggy detaching his penis, fingering, fisting, blowjob, piss poor ending tbh

a/n: HELLLLOOO it’s been forever, I know. My HxH fic might take a while because I worked on the prequel right before working on the main one, and I’m currently struggling on that one😭 but if I execute it correctly I feel like the burnout will pay off once I finally finish it. I’m so excited for this little trilogy I’m cooking up guys, though I can’t decide if I want to publish the prequel first or the main fic. I’m already halfway finished with the prequel and I have a lot more energy when I write it😭maybe I need to change the premise of the main fic so I have more enthusiasm with it? But anyways, I’m gonna catch up with x reader writing lol.

There was a huge gust of wind, he was yelling at his crew over something he doesn’t even remember, and before he knew it he was flying into the ocean, trapped beneath the waves. Buggy’s entire body was frozen still not from his own choice, his eyes were wide and he hadn’t even gotten a suck of breath before he was pulled beneath the water. He truly thought he was going to die at this moment.

Suddenly, he feels someone is pulling at his arm. Well, attempting to that is, he’s not exactly light and dainty. But still, they pull and fight to get him above the water and back onto the ship. Once his head can poke out of the water and he can gasp in a breath of fresh air he sees his savior; it’s his chef.

Y/n had hidden a lot of her strength when she first joined his crew however she used it whenever she saw fit. Buggy’s eyes were still wide, he didn’t know why but when he saw her with wet hair, her makeup smeared all over— it was the hottest thing he had ever seen. Buggy had already been caught taking peeks at her from time to time, especially when she’s in the middle of prepping meals for the crew. Buggy can’t help but admire her lean, yet muscular arms as she pulls him back up onto the deck with some help from the crew.

The captain was still winded though, spitting and coughing up water. He was shaking, clothes damp and heavy, still feeling weak due to being soaked with pure sea water.

“Give him some air!” Y/n ordered his crew, getting them to back away from him for a moment. The way she barked that command made it seem like she was the captain of this ship. Buggy thought he should feel threatened, but the dominance in her voice was… oddly arousing.

Those feelings of arousal were quickly washed away as he sat up, coughing up more salty sea water. He then groaned and wiggled off his soaking wet coat that felt like it weighed a ton.

“Some help you guys were!!” Buggy snapped at his crew, then grumbled and let out another cough before turning to Y/n, “Thank you.” He choked out.

Y/n smiled at him, she always had such a soft smile when she looked at him. It seemed like every time she addressed him she had bedroom eyes, a dreamy smile on her lips, painted with black lipstick.

“I couldn’t let you drown.” She said to him, she blinked softly, her dark eyelashes were enchanting.

Buggy let out a shaky laugh, then slowly pulled himself up, “I’m gonna—…” he started, nearly falling over but he quickly found his balance, “—dry myself off.”

“Let me help you!” Y/n chimed as she sprung up as well, helping Buggy to the lower decks, rushing to where they kept all of the towels, getting Buggy the ones that were already clean and sitting in the dryer.

Buggy was wrapped up in towels, he could still taste the nasty water in his mouth, and his nostrils burned lightly, “I should really stop standing so close to the edge…” he muttered hoarsely. Y/n chuckled as she dried him off, rubbing his shoulders through the towels in soft circles.

“Nothing wrong with being clumsy, Captain.” She said, which in turn Buggy gave her a look.

“I’m not clumsy! It’s the damn wind… damn seasons changing.” He grumbled, which made Y/n laugh again. His cheeks blushed a bright red, if this was anyone else on his crew saying this… he would’ve chucked them overboard instantly, however he had to admit he found himself having a bias towards Y/n, due to her being absolutely gorgeous… and being the best chef he’s ever had in ages. Buggy didn’t think he could survive without her homemade hotdogs.

Sometimes Buggy wondered, why was Y/n so eager to join his crew in the first place? She was strong, hot, she could’ve stayed on her own and worked her way up at the restaurant she was working at but she snuck into a barrel on his ship and challenged his previous chef. Y/n made him the best pot roast he ever had and it instantly won him over. She would make him tons of food, feeding him more than his other crew mates(not that he was complaining about it) but why? He shouldn’t be anything special to a woman like her, he was just a dirty old clown, but for some reason she seemed to like spoiling him with meals.

“Hey…” Buggy looked back at her, “You’re not planning to kill me are you?” He looks at her with a suspicious glint in his eyes, something that would threaten any of his subordinates, however Y/n remained calm.

“Of course not.” Y/n chuckled, “Why would you think that?” She asked, it was a question out of curiosity, not a hint of guilt or intimidation in her voice.

Buggy looked forward, “You’re just so…” he couldn’t think of what exactly he was worried about, “Confusing.” He grumbled. There was a long silence, she started to dry off his torso.

“You’re powerful in your own right, you can go anywhere you want… but yet you’re here, with me.” He continued, “And you’re so damn generous. You make the best food I’ve ever tasted.”

“Is that something to complain about?” Y/n asked, gently taking off his hat and drying off his long flowing hair(which truthfully he hadn’t washed in days).

“Well— no.” Buggy stammered, then looked up at her, tilting his head back, looking at her upside down, “But why me?” He liked to talk big, but he knew that there were far more threatening people on these seas that would seem to be of Y/n’s caliber, men out there more worthy of having someone like her on their crew.

Y/n paused for a moment, looking down at him with her glimmering eyes. She then turned away, looking like she was going to get more towels but she was just fidgeting around with them, “Why not?” She asked.

Buggy frowned, then suddenly stood up and grabbed her by the shoulders, making her face him, “CAN YOU STOP ANSWERING MY QUESTIONS WITH ANOTHER DAMN QUESTION?!” He shouted, shaking her lightly, “TELL ME WHY YOU’RE HERE!!!”

“It's because I like you!!” Y/n cried out, then suddenly pulled away and turned her back towards him, covering her face. Buggy paused for a moment, stepping back. She… what? He then noticed she was sniffling, did he make the poor girl cry? There was a soft pain in his chest when he heard those sniffles, he felt terrible.

He stepped back over to her, then turned her back around.

“This is so humiliating-” She began, but before she could get another word out, Buggy connected his lips with hers.

It was a soft kiss, but it was passionate nonetheless. However Buggy hadn’t kissed anyone since he was in his 20s, so he was a bit rusty and had to turn his head awkwardly so he wouldn’t hit her with his damned nose. When he pulled back his face was flushed a bright red. Oh I shouldn’t have done that… He knew pirates didn’t go by any rulebooks or whatnot, but he knew he had committed a dozen conduct violations.

Y/n looked up at him, her eyes were wide, she looked so vulnerable and small compared to his large stature, Buggy felt more heat rise to his face, his eyes just as wide as hers. His arms instinctively squeezed around her waist, it was gentle and subtle but it pulled Y/n closer to him. Buggy realized what he was doing and quickly pulled away from her and grabbed his hat, he was quick to rush out of the laundry room. He let out a few grumbles to excuse himself although nothing coherent came out.

Buggy had locked himself away in his quarters for the rest of the evening, he was embarrassed and ashamed. Of course he always wanted to do that, everybody on his crew wanted to get a piece of Y/n, being horny pirates who haven’t seen a woman in ages before she came along and all… he sat at the edge of his bed, hands over his face as he sighed. Well if she wasn’t creeped out before she definitely is now, he growled to himself, Should I apologize? I’m probably the last person she wants to see right now-

His thoughts were halted when he heard a light knock at his door. This was around the time when Y/n would bring him dinner, which made Buggy feel even more terrible. The poor girl was probably so scared she thought she still had to make him food. The captain sighed as he stood up and made his way over to the door, opening it.

“It’s ok Y/n, you don’t have to-” Buggy was interrupted by Y/n stepping into his quarters, she then sighed and turned to look at him once she had entered.

“Was the kiss real?” She asked him, making Buggy speechless for a moment, she then spoke up again, “Or was it just a nervous reflex?”

Buggy thought for a moment, he didn’t know why he went in initially. It just felt like the right thing to do in the moment, “I-…” he felt his cheeks redden again, “Yes.” He croaked, “I’m sorry.” He said, putting a hand to his forehead.

“Don’t be.” Y/n said quietly, stepping closer to him, looking down at the floor, she then looked up at him again and put a hand to his face, cupping his jaw, his stubble prickled at her hand.

“I-… haven’t shaved.” Buggy chuckled nervously. Which made Y/n laugh and lean into kissing him on the lips, “I don’t mind.” She whispered when she pulled away.

One thing led to another, and before Buggy knew it, Y/n was stripped down to her underwear, lying beneath him on his bed. He was shirtless, his hands roamed over her body, he then pulled back and quickly slipped his gloves off with his teeth, tossing them to the side so he could get a good feel of Y/n’s body more thoroughly.

“Damn baby.” Buggy growled under his breath, making Y/n whimper and shiver. His fingers toyed around the hem of her bra strap, then he quickly moved his hands behind her to unclip her bra and toss it to the side. He lowered his face down in her chest and breathed it in.

In all honesty, Buggy didn’t care if he seemed like a perv, he was so lost in the moment that he was acting purely on instinct, though Y/n didn’t seem to mind at all, one of her legs was wrapped around his hips, her hands on his back. Her skin was cold to the touch, which took him aback at first but the warmth from his own body quickly warmed her up.

Buggy maneuvered the position and laid Y/n on her side, his crotch pressed up right against her ass, he lifted one of her legs in the air and detached his free hand, using that to move her panties to the side and rub at her clit. Her whimpers and moans were like sweet music to his ears, she was trembling against him, gasping softly. “Captain…” Y/n whimpered breathily, looking up at him.

“That’s right baby.” Buggy chuckled, watching her jolt and tilt her head back when he pushed deeper into her, groaning softly at the way her pussy swallowed his fingers. He added another one, until he got his whole hand inside of her, he thrusted in and out, she was already soaking wet, dripping onto him. Her moans grew, she panted heavily.

Buggy took his hand off of her leg to unzip his pants, fishing his cock out and letting it pop off, floating it over to Y/n’s mouth. His tip brushed against her soft lips, he gripped her chin firmly, “Open up, babygirl.” He said behind a devious grin. Y/n opened her mouth, then gagged against him as he slid his cock slowly down her throat until she took him all the way down to the base. Buggy let out a guttural grunt as her mouth squeezed around him. He thrusted his cock back and forth in her mouth while he thrusted his hand in and out of her pussy, essentially fucking her from both ends.

“You’re so fucking good.” Buggy groaned, “Letting an old clown like me use you like this…” he chuckled dryly, “You might be more of a freak than me.” He laughed. As Buggy thrusted his cock and hand in and out of her, he watched her breasts bounce with the force of his thrusts, he licked his lips, it was so arousing and it urged him to thrust deeper and faster into her throat, his balls hitting her chin as he fucked her face. Y/n’s eyes were rolled back, she was gagging and whimpering against his cock, juice splashing from her wet pussy as Buggy used her.

“Good girl…” Buggy growled deeply, “You’re being so good for your captain…” he grinned.

Buggy felt that familiar twinge in his cock, he groaned deeply, getting so close to spilling in her throat— but he couldn’t miss the opportunity to plunge inside of her. He quickly pulled his cock out of her mouth with a soft ‘pop’ from her lips before he could climax, then slid his hand out of her pussy. They were both panting heavily, Buggy’s cock hanging mid air, still hard yet dripping with her saliva. Y/n finally got a good look at it, his cock was big, veiny and girthy, with a fluff of thick blue hair feathering at the base of it, she remembered the way it had tickled her nose when he was fucking her face seconds ago.

Buggy turned Y/n’s face so she could face him, he kissed her on the lips, gently patting her on the cheek, “You can take me well, huh?” He chuckled, then his cock flew between her legs, pushing itself into her gaping pussy, making her gasp and arch her back, then let out another loud moan.

“That’s it.” Buggy chuckled, then grunted once he crammed himself deep inside, “Yes…” he moaned deeply.

He didn’t waste any time, thrusting with just as much force as when he had his cock in her mouth. Y/n gripped at the pillows, Buggy held her by the waist as their grunts and moans filled the room, his crummy bed squeaked beneath them. Buggy fucked her roughly, slamming his cock in and out of her, keeping her legs wide open for him as she trembled and squirmed. Y/n moaned his name out, whimpering and arching her back all for him. Buggy kissed her on the neck, then sucked on that area of skin, he hadn’t felt this good in so long, he didn’t know how he got this lucky.

“Captain!” Y/n moaned out again, her hips staggering, letting him know she was close.

“Just let it out baby…” Buggy groaned against her neck, “Let it all out, show me how good this cock is.”

Y/n’s pussy clenched around his cock, she came around him, coating his cock in that sweet cream. She let out a loud breath, then whimpered when Buggy continued to thrust, panting rhythmically.

Buggy was seeing stars, groaning and grunting as he plowed into Y/n, getting closer and closer to spilling out inside of her. “Can I-…” he grunted out, gasping before he could even get a word out from being so winded, “Bust inside…?”

Y/n gave him a nod, “Please.” She whimpered to him.

It didn’t take long before Buggy let out a deep grunt, holding Y/n tightly as he came inside of her, filling her up with sperm. Their sweaty bodies were pressed against each other, Buggy was so close to falling limp, it felt like all of the energy he had was drained out of him in an instant. He rolled over on his back, cock sliding out of her as his hands reconnected to his wrists.

“Holy fuck…” Buggy winced.

Y/n giggled, panting just as heavily but having more energy despite all of this. She rolled over as well and snuggled up against his side, holding his face again, noticing how he was completely flushed, his face was so red it looked like his nose was glowing too, she could help but laugh at that.

“You’re so cute, captain.” She kissed him on the cheek. No doubt the entire crew heard their love-making but Buggy was too exhausted to deal with it right now, hell he didn’t think he could even pull himself out of bed.

He turned to look at Y/n, then giggled at her, “You have a very odd taste in men.”

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[ladykailitha]

Batshit Soulmates Part 3

Hey guys! More of this delicious AU.

Steve is suffering under the effects of the truebond. And things get a little dire for Max, too.

In Medias Res| Prologue|Pt 1| Pt 2|

@mira-jadeamethyst @rozzieroos @itsall-taken @redfreckledwolf @emly03

****

Steve got back to his house and immediately stripped down to hop in the shower. He turned the water to as hot as it would go. He needed to drown out his thoughts and hot water would help with that.

He washed and conditioned his hair, allowing the conditioner to do its thing while he did the rest of his routine. Once he was done, he rinsed his hair.

He towel dried his hair, taking the time to squeeze out as much of the water as he could. He stopped himself as he realized what he was doing. He was primping for Eddie. A wanted fugitive who couldn’t care less what Steve’s hair looked like. He tried not primp when he got dressed. But he still managed to put on his nicest polo and tightest jeans, anyway. He did try to de-slut himself by adding the white undershirt.

Which of course made the polo tighter and thereby defeating the purpose. Steve just shrugged. Max was waiting for him and changing now would only waste time he really didn’t have.

****

Eddie was not having a good time. He was hungry and hunted and more than a little haunted. Sleep was fitful at best. He just hoped he wasn’t screaming in his sleep. That would have really brought him unwanted attention.

He tried find ways to entertain himself. Because if seeing Chrissy die like that didn’t make him crazy, being alone with nothing to do was going to drive him the rest of the way there.

He finally resorted to tossing bottle tabs, coins, and other small items into a cup to see how many he could get in.

Eddie was losing.

Suddenly there was the crunch of tires on gravel and he was on his feet in an instant. He grabbed his broken bottle and peeked out the window. He couldn’t see the vehicle that pulled up. Was it the cops? Someone else?

The door to the boathouse burst open and Eddie was sure his heart burst with it.

There standing in the doorway looking more than a little sheepish were his rescuers. Dustin, Robin, Max, and Steve bringing up the rear. Steve gave a little hand wave and he forced himself to breath normally again. He glared at them to know that what they did was a little fucked up.

They explained everything to him as simply as possible. Steve actually was kind and walked him through each new piece of information to make sure he understood.

Afterwards when they were getting ready to leave again, Eddie pulled Robin aside.

“Um...” he said rocking back on his heels, hands on his back, “so you’re running with Steve Harrington now?”

Robin opened her mouth the say something mean, but she knew what he was really asking. “Yeah, monsters and monstrous humans tend to make for great social glue.”

“And he knows...” he said trailing off. “He knows?”

She knew what he was trying desperately not to say. Did Steve know she was gayer than a May pole? She nodded. “Yeah. I know what he was like in high school, but he’s not like that anymore.”

Eddie nodded. “It’s just wild you know.”

“Having King Steve as your soulmate?” she asked tilting her head to the side.

He let out a shuddering breath and pressed his together. He closed his eyes and then opened them slowly. “How do you even deal with that?”

She shrugged. “I wouldn’t know.”

Eddie frowned. “You haven’t found your soulmate yet?” It was just surprising. Yeah, Steve and him hadn’t found each other until their late teens/early twenties. But that was rare.

She scoffed and rolled her eyes. “Oh no, I know who she is. Pretty sure she knows it’s me, as well, but she has decided that fellow band geek Robin Buckley just isn’t her flavor or such shit.”

His frown deepened. “It’s Vickie Cameron, isn’t it?”

Robin cocked her head to the side. “How did you know that?”

He opened his mouth and closed a couple of times before he said, “Look, the safest place to deal...” he gave her a pointed look warning her to keep her mouth shut.

She mimed zipping it closed.

“Is behind the community center next the swimming pool,” he explained. “I’d deal, use some of the money to cool off in the summer because my trailer ain’t great when it comes to not being as hot as the devil’s tit.”

Robin wrinkled her nose. “Ew.”

“The point is I saw her soulmark,” Eddie growled. “It’s a trumpet. On her shoulder. Right where I’m guessing there’s a clarinet on yours.” He nodded toward her. “What is she, homophobic or some shit?”

She shrugged. “Who the fuck knows. She doesn’t treat me badly and sometimes I even think she’s flirting with me, but she has a boyfriend who’s in college so...”

Eddie winced. “That sucks.”

Robin scoffed. “About as bad as learning your soulmate is your antithesis or whatever in the middle of another apocalypse.”

He could only agree, but they were getting off the topic at hand. “Has Steve said anything to you about being my soulmate?”

She sighed. “Only that it fucking sucked learning about it with a bottle pressed to his throat.”

Eddie sighed, too. “Look, I wouldn’t have done anything. I was scared and alone and jocks hate me. Like I thought Jason has sent him, okay?”

Robin blinked. “Oh because of the basketball thing?”

Eddie nodded.

“I guess that makes sense,” she said. “But he really fell from grace when Billy smashed in his head. He’s just this lovable goof with a heart of gold.”

She paused for a second.

“Like I think he always was.” She patted his shoulder and went to join the others.

Steve told the others to go out to the car and jogged back to Eddie.

“It’s too dangerous to move you right now,” Steve murmured. “But we’ll try to stay on the walkies, okay?”

Eddie nodded. “Just don’t forget I’m here, man.”

Steve gripped Eddie’s arms. “We won’t, but we have to find out what’s going on and we’re going to be spread pretty thin. I wish there was another way to do this.”

Eddie let out a long breath, not quite a sigh. “I’ll try, man. If you guys are right about all this shit, I’m really scared. Plus with the town thinking it was me...”

“We’ll figure it out,” Steve promised.

Eddie nodded again and settled down to wait it all out. At least he had food and drink, which was more than he had before.

****

All this running around looking for clues was shit on Steve’s nerves. He was close to screaming. He had almost taken Lucas’s head off when the kid came tearing around a blind corner at night in the high school they had just broken into.

And Robin was doing that thing she always does when faced with a pretty girl, flirt. Which considering said pretty girl was not only Steve’s ex, but already soulmated? Yeah, Steve was sure his breaking point was going to hit sooner rather than later.

It came when Max started rising in the air like some fucked up messiah. Because he could tell something was wrong he was able to get ahold of Robin and Nancy who told them about the music and Lucas was able to find her favorite song on her Walkman and play it for her, she didn’t get Vecna’ed or whatever the hell it was the kids were calling it.

Once she was safe he sat down on the ground hard and buried his head in his hands. He fought to breathe, barely making it through the gasps of sobs that were torn out of him.

How can they fight something that could take anyone of them at anytime? How is he supposed to protect the people he loves most from an unseen force?

He had to keep it together. For Max because she was the victim here. For Lucas because he almost had to watch his soulmate get ripped from him. For Eddie who was frightened beyond the pale. He had to be the strong one.

And then he felt warm arms around him.

“She’s safe now,” Dustin murmured. “We got to her in time because of you. That was scary as hell, but it would have been worse if you had listened to Lucas and me. A lot worse.”

Steve lifted his head and nodded. “Thanks, bud.”

Dustin helped him stand. “We have to get everyone together.”

Steve nodded. “I just wish there was to include Eddie without telegraphing to the asshats in town where he is.”

Dustin grimaced. “Yeah, but there isn’t.” He looked at Steve a moment. “How are you doing? I don’t think I’ve seen you like this before.”

Steve showed him his soulmark. It was black and angry.

“Why does it look like that?” Dustin nearly screamed.

Lucas and Max came running and they looked down at Steve’s mark, too.

“Shit,” Max hissed. “That’s not good. Why didn’t you tell anyone you and Eddie were true soulmates?”

Lucas and Dustin looked at her in shock.

“A what now?” Lucas asked, looking back and forth at Steve and Max in confusion.

“True mates,” Dustin said slowly in disbelief. “I’ve only read about those. They’re super rare.”

“It means,” Max hissed, “that Steve can’t be separated from his soulmate for long otherwise he gets super sick.”

“But only after they touch each other’s marks,” Dustin finished. “Why did you that? Why did you touch each other’s marks if that was going to happen?”

Steve huffed. “Because Dustin, you don’t know you’re true mates until after you touch.”

“Oh,” Lucas and Dustin said together.

“This is bad, Steve,” Max huffed ignoring the boys. “You have to get back to Eddie.”

Steve shook his head. “I can last a little bit longer. You’re in danger, Max. That’s more important than me.”

“But what about Eddie?” Dustin asked. “Won’t he get sick, too?”

Steve threw back his head and groaned. “I can’t take care of everyone at once. Plus, if I keep going back to the boathouse someone will see and come to check it out. That would do far more harm to Eddie than being a stupid true mate to someone like me.”

Dustin and Lucas glanced at each other and then each held out their hand to Steve. He took each of their hands and allowed the two boys to haul him to his feet.

“How close do you think you have to be to stop it from burning?” Dustin asked Max.

Max shrugged. “My mom and Neil aren’t truemates so I don’t know for sure. But a hell of a lot closer than cemetery to the lake.”

Dustin nodded. “Would Skull Rock be close enough?”

“Or even just driving past the lake might work,” Lucas suggested.

Steve hugged them both. “I’ll visit him tomorrow, we just need to get everyone else together to discuss what happened to Max.”

They all nodded.

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Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Epilogue

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[digitaldiarystuff]

Disappointed

hi guyss (shy emoji) hope you missed me because i missed you! it looks like ruben is going for the win so enjoy 💖

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pairing: Ruben Dias x Y/N

summary: Ruben recently ended things with you claiming he’s not ready for a relationship and as much as it hurt, you accepted but everything changed after a photo of him was leaked at the airport

genre: angst

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‘Love Island star Arabella Chi and Man. City’s Dias appear to confirm romance’ you read The Sun’s story with a blank expression. But unfortunately your emotionless wasn’t because you didn’t care about the news, it was because of the shock you were feeling.

“Oh fuck no. He’s got to be joking!” you heard Julie, your work bestie say after she saw the title. She rolled her chair next to yours and examined your face to see a reaction but you were still glued to the screen with no visible emotion.

“Y/N, babe, are you okay?” she asked concerned.

Your head was pounding to the point you had to place your hands on the sides of your head to try to make it go away but nothing worked.

“I- I need a cigarette.” you mumbled, more to yourself reaching for your bag. You were trying your hardest to quit but in a situation like this, you couldn’t care less.

Julie warily watched your state wondering if she should come with or let you be and decided to stay at the desk giving you space. You stepped on the balcony of your workplace to calm yourself.

The news about Ruben and a reality star going on a romantic getaway was too much for you. You reached into your bag to find your pack with slightly shaky hands and lit the cigarette between your lips. Ruben hated that you smoked, he always tried to convince you to replace your bad habit with a good one but no amount of smoking would hurt you as much as seeing him go public with someone else a week later you broke off contact.

As wrecked as you were, you had to go back into the office eventually. You couldn’t just leave or stay on the balcony for hours without your supervisor noticing and you certainly didn’t feel like getting scolded at today. You begrudgingly went back in and quickly ran to the bathroom, the only upside of all of this mess was that you weren’t crying. Your body froze to the point that your tears wouldn’t fall.

When you returned to the desk, you saw Julie already closed the tab which you were thankful for. Everyone around you gave you worried looks but you couldn’t even notice. Surprisingly, you buried yourself into work for the rest of the day and didn’t leave your desk once, it was now time to clock out.

“Let’s get something to eat, you haven’t eaten all day.” Julie suggested.

“I appreciate your concern but I think I’m just going to go home now Jules.” you said but she was giving you the sad puppy eyes. “I’m okay, you don’t have to worry.”

“But”

“But nothing, have a great night.” you smiled and went to your way. As soon as you stepped foot into your home you were greeted by your puppy, Yoda. You kneeled down to pet her and just then the waterworks began running. You started sobbing and barely made it to the couch to gain some balance, feeling at home made you miss him so much more. Just weeks ago you were sitting on the same couch with Ruben just enjoying a date night and now here you were not even being able to get time off work to drown in your sorrow while he was at Paris with another woman. You suddenly felt sick to your stomach and ran to the bathroom.

After some time, you grabbed a cup of water and sat with Yoda with dried tear stains on your face. Everything in you told you not to, but you couldn’t help yourself and started reading the news and tiktoks made about the leaked pictures. The gossip pages claimed Ruben reached out to her through instagram and they started dating, no one knew for how long they’ve been together but you knew it had to start before you broke up, if you can call it that.

You were adamant from the start, you didn’t do friends with benefits or fuckbuddies. If you were going to be with someone, you would want stability. It didn’t have to be labeled but it had to be exclusive, so naturally, when you met Ruben you were hesitant. You heard about the footballer’s lifestyle but it had been him who tried pursuing you, sent you flowers everyday, shown up at the places you were at and tried to make you give him a shot and you did. You stupidly fell for it.

Everything was going great, you were falling more and more everyday and he appeared the same so you tried talking about your feelings, the first time he shut down completely. You figured this must be hard for him and backed off. The second time, you started arguing because he wasn’t giving you the answers you needed and dodged them but the last time both of you snapped. It was vicious, you were shouting at each other. He claimed you were smothering him and being controlling and you accused him of using you and being dismissive. The night ended with you slamming the door and exiting his house, leaving the key he gave you for emergencies on the console.

And a week after that, he was seen with someone and didn’t feel like he was hiding at all while he’d keep you behind closed doors throughout the months you’ve spent together.

A week had passed since that day and you were doing better. You still felt the emptiness and sudden rushes of emotion but you composed yourself and still went to work. You also stopped checking socials for any news because you couldn’t read one more thing about their romance but today was a hard day to escape Ruben. It was Man City match day so everyone was wearing their blue shirts and scarfs while you tried to get past people to run errands. You also saw his face on a giant ad on the side of a building but quickly moved past.

While out, you also got 2 bottles of red wine because you wanted to drink a little to feel better but a little quickly turned more and more. Currently you were sitting on your fluffly beige rug leaning your back against your couch. You shook the first bottle in your hand trying to see if there’s any wine in it, there wasn’t. Groaning, you picked up the remote and opened the tv and the first thing you saw was that City had won. You cursed Ruben for getting everything right, but not you.

Before your mind can comprehend what you’re doing, you opened your texting app and sent him a message. Your eyes were watery and vision blurry but you didn’t care, you were beyond angry. Soon you were dozing off slowly with your head on the sofa cushions but were woken with the voice of keys coming from your front door. You froze for a second looking for a sharp object to protect yourself from a possible break in and picked up the empty wine bottle and stood up. Your heart was beating so fast as you approached the door, fully expecting a burglar in front of you but instead, it was Ruben standing there with your keys in his hands.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa” he said flinching.

“Ruben?” you said incredibly confused and slightly relieved. “What are you doing here?”

“I- um, you sent me a text and it was really weird I just wanted to check up on you.” he said.

“And you had to do it with my keys, couldn’t you just knock?” you angrily asked. You were convinced someone was here to hurt you.

“I’m sorry, I just, didn’t know if you’d open the door if you knew it was me.” you sighed loudly thinking it’s probably right.

“I’m sorry are you still planning to hit me?” he asked.

“Why?” you asked confused.

“You still have the bottle ready to be smashed on my head.” he pointed at it and you only now realized you never lowered your hand, still holding it up.

“Oh” you just said and placed the bottle on the counter.

You both stood there for a while not saying anything.

“So, how are you?”

You looked up at him, trying to decide whether to fight or not. Maybe it was the wine in you but you just didn’t have the energy to argue, you were hurt beyond repair but fighting meant getting into it and you couldn’t.

“I’m alright.” you said after a while. “How about you?”

“I’m also alright, thank you.”

“Look Ruben-

“Y/N I think we-

You both spoke at the same time.

“You go.” he politely said.

“Ruben thank you for checking on me but I was very drunk I mean I don’t even know what I wrote. Don’t worry I’m okay.” you said calmly. You couldn’t understand how you’re this calm but maybe this was your acceptance phase.

“I mean, to be honest, I also don’t know what you wrote.”

“What do you mean?” you asked.

He pulled out his phone and started reading the text out loud.

“Rubem I habe everythong I wish I was necer yor wagfln. I think it’s Ruben I hate everything I wish I was never your waffle but don’t ask me what waffle means because no idea.”

You started laughing without realizing this is the first time you genuinely laughed this whole week. He joined and you sat on your bar stools trying to decipher your text.”

“No I think it’s ‘you’re wagging’

“Why would you tell me I’m wagging? Was I wagging on the field today?” he asked faking being offended.

“Maybe you were, that’s what the drunk lady thought.”

You sat there laughing uncontrollably at your stupidity for a while when suddenly you felt thirsty.

“You want some wine?” you asked him.

“You know I shouldn’t.” he said but it was obvious he’d love some wine.

“That never stopped you.” you didn’t mean it like a jab but it still sounded like it.

You felt the air shift but didn’t want that, even if this was wrong it felt so in place and right that you didn’t want to end up in a fight. You were feeling like yourself again and as pathetic as it sounds, hoped he wouldn’t leave.

You poured two glasses of wine and started talking about anything and everything, you told him about your supervisor getting on your nerves and he filled you in about Kyle Walker’s situation but the topic never came to you and you hoped it wouldn’t. After some more glasses you were back to being drunker than drunk and Ruben was full on tipsy. He never admitted to it but you knew he was lightweight.

“Omg it’s 3 am I have to be at work in exactly 6 hours.” you winced thinking about the hangover you’ll feel tomorrow.

When Ruben didn’t respond, you looked up at him and found him already looking at you with an intense gaze.

“What?” you asked. “Is there something on my face?”

He just smiled and leaned in. You should back off, you should back off, you should back off your logical side tried to reming you but your body had other thoughts. You leaned in so much that your noses were touching now.

“Ruben” you whispered as a last attempt to stop yourself and him because you knew the moment his lips were on yours it was game over. It always was, your sexual tension was always there but he didn’t stop, instead crashed his lips into yours for a hungry kiss. It was a messy kiss full of unspoken feelings. Everything you couldn’t tell each other was a part of it but you couldn’t stop. You mentally tried but it was a lost battle, your body acted before you could think and you placed your hands in his hair meanwhile he held you by your waist and walked you to your bedroom without breaking the kiss.

You stopped kissing him when the backs of your legs hit the bed.

“Ruben we shouldn’t.” you pleaded once more but weren’t strong enough to protest for long. His eyes turned darker with every passing second and were boring into your soul. Every part of you wanted him, needed him and you knew he felt the same.

“I’ve missed you so much querida.” he mumbled and took his shirt off while sitting you down. You couldn’t help but stare, he was so beautiful and you were getting wetter by the second but he hadn’t even touched you.

This time you took the leap and pulled him onto the bed, once he was on you straddled him and started running your lips on his collarbone and the back of his ear. Your logic was already out of the window and you were left with your undeniable desire for Ruben. He was letting out some quiet moans and you couldn’t believe a man could sound so angelic.

The next morning you woke up to the sound of your alarm with a horrible headache, every part of your body was sore and you felt even more restless than the night before. You swung the duvet off your body but stopped when you felt someone next to you. You froze when you realized what happened last night and saw Ruben peacefully sleeping in the bed with you. Your memory started coming back in bits and pieces and you mentally face palmed yourself for letting this happen. He was in a relationship and you shouldn’t have done this, you were feeling horrible and your stomach dropped. You quickly gathered your clothes and hopped in and out of the shower.

After you got ready in the bathroom you slowly walked in your bedroom, a part of you was expecting him to be gone but the other part wanted him there forever. You were conflicted and still had to go to work quickly. You thought about waking him up but were afraid to confront Ruben so you slowly took your bag and exited your home leaving him in there.

You didn’t think you could feel worse than yesterday but turns out, everything is possible.

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thisss turned out so different than what i had in mind but i love ittt! as always any feedback is appreciated take care loves💕💕

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[actual-changeling]

Uh. Hi! I'm Alex and I love writing pain.

I've seen the angst war going on and I am incredibly tempted to contribute; I'm not quite sure of the rules (if there are any) so feel free to bring me up to speed. Updates will be at whatever pace is fun/doable for me, interactions, asks etc. always very much appreciated 💚

@goodomensafterdark @daneecastle @gleafer @gahellhimself-blog @vavoom-sorted-art @kotias

I will put appropriate content tags on every chapter and make a masterpost once I have a handful of posts. Please keep in mind that this series is going to deal with a heavy dose of unreality, self-injurious behaviour, substance abuse, erratic behaviour/mood swings, and more. There will be a happy ending.

Now, without further ado, the first instalment of what is going to be us following Crowley down the path of (hopefully temporary) insanity.

rest your head \\ chapter 1

(~800 w, no additional warnings)

Sleep deprivation, while usually not fatal, is not the least bit pleasant. Human brains require sleep to function—and not just their minds, either. The entire body breaks down oh so slowly as every system designed to keep it alive deteriorates without the comforting embrace of unconsciousness.

However, the actual cause of death is yet to be identified, and luckily Crowley's corporation functions on the principle of 'what it doesn't know won't kill it'.

Over the centuries, earthly indulgences have become more and more common, pleasures easily sought and found no matter where he went, although nothing ever beat a good night's (or decade's) rest. Sleep calms his mind and allows him to drift through time without a care, surrounded by ever-shifting dream clouds and the occasional vivid interference. In short, it takes away the pain, and Someone knows there is a lot to carry when he returns home for the first time in four years.

No dust had dared to settle on the furniture, and the familiar smell of damp earth welcomes him. Locking the door behind him, Crowley blindly finds his way through the corridors, kicking off his shoes as he goes and throwing his glasses onto the nearest surface. When he pushes into his bedroom, which is just as pristine as he had left it, the anger churning in his gut cools.

Home. Has he ever had a home? Once upon a time, maybe, before time had been born, surrounded by breathing nebulae and void, and then—

Eden. Him. Right, that's done.

A snap of his fingers and his clothes change into a set of silk pyjamas, the fabric brushing over his skin like liquid silver, and the black-out curtains snap shut. Darkvision is one of the advantages of being a demon, but he finds the dark has nothing to offer him today, so he closes his eyes and pulls back the sheets to curl around a pillow.

Images flicker in the pulsating emptiness left behind, piercing blue eyes and fluttering hands, a press of lips against his, words digging into his skull like tadpoles making a home within his brain matter. Electricity crawls over his slowly numbing body, urging him to disappear, to sink into nothingness and waste away until he is a dried stain on the mattress. 

No one will come looking for him, after all.

Maybe the world will be brighter once he wakes, the pain duller, the loneliness less aching and all-consuming. Within his chest bleeds a hollow, jagged wound, dripping black blood and drowning the radiant remnants of Aziraphale's presence; his essence is familiar, it's- home. 

Crowley does not need to sleep, yet somewhere between Rome and the present, he had forgotten about it, his corporation shifting and changing, craving rest and punishing him for its absence. It will not kill him, it does not even occur to him that it might, but there are countless fates worth than death and he is already living one of them. What's another added to the mess his life has become?

His nails dig into the pillow case, his consciousness choking on the scorched battlefield of the day, but no matter how hard he tries, how desperately he commands his body to bend to his wills, sleep refuses to come. A new, different kind of pain rises, worse than fatigue and infinitely more addictive. Its sting is battery acid on his tongue, infusing him with a restlessness that is scratching on his bones, and when blue irises keep mocking him behind closed lids, he forces his eyes open, turns onto his back, and stares at the ceiling, waiting.

Light wanders and shifts, barely visible through the heavy fabric adorning his windows, and it dips behind the horizon before reappearing on the other side. Crowley stares at white paint and counts the moving dots gradually clouding his vision, absently pressing his knuckles against his sternum over and over—whether to calm himself or to chase away mental pain with physical is beyond his awareness. 

Both, neither, maybe. 

His too-human body protests and whines, and once he begins to see blue shadows in his periphery, Crowley bites his tongue and gets up. Coffee will help, then a hot shower, and yelling his plants back into order is going to occupy most of his afternoon anyway, so what's a night without sleep?

The next one will bring him the rest he needs, and Aziraphale's eyes will stop striking him down whenever he blinks. He is alone now (alone in London, alone on earth, his chest constricts and twists at the thought, stealing his breath) and he will have to get used to it; it'll be fine eventually, right?

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Three days later Crowley is staring at his bedroom ceiling, impatient, restless, exhausted, and attempting to chase away the bone-white teeth hovering underneath lightning-blue eyes.

"Fine, have it your way," he snaps eventually, his voice too loud in an empty room, and feels the smile breathing down his neck all the way to the kitchen.

#alex writes good omens #good omens #ineffable husbands #ineffable angst war #crowley #aziraphale #good omens season 2 #go2 #aziracrow #crowley x aziraphale #ineffable divorce #im sure there is at least one person who saw this coming #if you thought i was giving you pain before we are about to enter an entirely new abyss

[heartfullofleeches]

Can u like the post or hashtag for the casino group??? Ik that clover the bunny rabbit dude is there but my memory is a lil foggy

Yeye. Links to the main tags and the existing individual ones + some brief descriptions on everyone we have so far-

Clover [he/him] - Pathetic meow meow Rabbit demon man. Was a devoted Christian before his demise. Timid, somewhat cowardly. A magician who messes up a good percentage of his acts - also a hopeless romantic search for the other half to his heart and act. The dagger that took his live is still embedded in his chest - the wound bleeds profusely when removed

Hearts [they/them] - Acrobat Clown. The new head of security after Spade stepped down. Unlike their coworker who abandoned the role due to their violence when taking care of unwanted guests, Hearts is a trigger happy mess looking for any reason to strangle someone with their ribbons. Limbs are doll pairs - the ribbons they use for their performances are woven throughout their entire body flesh and not. Does not like to talk about what happened to their limbs.

Diamond [they/them] - Disgruntled bartender. Wears a gas mask they refuse to take off due to the effects their eyes have on mortals and lesser demons. Their saliva is a powerful toxic that in micro doses can give folks a nice buzz/act as an aphrodisiac. Grumpy asshole. Hates their job, hates the casino. Really wants to kiss someone, but at the same time they don't due to the whole poison thing.

Spade [any pronouns] - Head of maid staff. Invisible without their face makeup and clothing. Stoic, a person of few words. Secretly has a love for cute things which is once reason why they were glad to hand over their role as head of security to Hearts as it meant they could wear the maid outfits. On friendly/sibling terms with the Aces

The Aces [they/them] - A group of four assistances assigned to the other four. Pretty much hive-mind with some minor individuality between them. Still, they are connected mentally and almost never act alone.

Queen [he/him] - A signer at the casino. Siren Demon. Has a on land form, but rarely leaves his tank as the lack of water dries out his skin. Flirty, uses his voice to lure wandering mortals to his tank. Whether he eats/drowns them or befriends them depends on the humans actions.

King [She/her] - Big ass dragon lady. Another entertainer at the casino - the undefeated champ at the knight tournaments held. Loud, thickskulled. So many scars it looks like she got tossed in a blender.

Mr. Devil: Owner of the casino. Dealer. Only knows how to play blackjack. Seriously, what are they doing here? Tries to make the casino a safe space for humans, demons and everything else in between and not - but is nowhere to be seen when things go wrong.

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[kazumist]

EPISODE 19 ♡ AFTERGLOW AND DAYLIGHT

HOW YOU GET THE GIRL — A SCARAMOUCHE SMAU

masterlist / prev ep / next ep / wc: 1001.

when dawn came upon him, kuni heard nothing from you. and when the afternoon passed, there was still nothing. he was slowly getting nervous and worried. he hasn’t heard anything from your group ever since he saw kazuha’s car leave last night.

but he still held onto that small speck of hope.

the hope that made him, broke him, and left him begging for more. hope is a dangerous thing for someone who doesn’t know how to stop. for someone like kunikuzushi. but is it really worth it to give up when he's finally given a sign that his love is going to be reciprocated?

so he waited for you, just like he always did. after all, kuni will never get tired of waiting for you.

he paces back and forth in the living room of his condominium, wondering what to do. if he had to be honest, he really should’ve made you chase him a bit more. but even so, how can he resist when you literally told him that you loved him the night before? the rain started getting stronger, and it was around six in the evening already.

kuni sits down, deciding that he should just order himself some takeout. as soon as he tapped the place order button, his doorbell rang. confused, he opens the door.

and there you were, drenched from head to toe.

“i love you.”

“well, aren’t you soaked?” he replies, leaning against the doorstep.

you roll your eyes at him, fighting back a smile. “let me get dried, first," he chuckles. “alright.” when you entered his condo, you made your way straight to the bathroom to dry yourself. but before you could close the bathroom door, kuni called out to you.

“and (name)?”

“yeah?”

“i love you more.”

“really now?” you teased.

“what a way to ruin the mood.” this time, it was his turn to roll his eyes.

“i was kidding! look at me; i’m literally blushing right now.”

“uh huh. get yourself dried already.”

you smiled at him fondly before you shut the door. and once you were done, you asked to borrow an extra shirt from him since you were wet from the rain. you sat down next to him, wearing his shirt, which is slightly bigger than yours.

“so.”

“so?”

“do you remember anything from last night?” he asks.

“yeah, from entering the bar up until you know.”

“no, i don’t.” he says. you glare at him in return, in which he just gave you an all knowing smile in response. “up to when you kissed me!”

“what took you so long, though?”

“oh, i slept the whole day, but i immediately made my way here when i woke up.” 

he nodded in acknowledgment. and then there was silence.

“i’m sorry," you suddenly say. “what for?”

“for everything—the mixed signals, the mean things i’ve said before towards you, especially after we broke up, for raising my pride far too high, and for that... night, especially that night, but most of all, i’m sorry that i took this long.” 

you took a deep breath.

“i love you, kuni. i’m ready now. i want to love you the way you love me—an unconditional, pure, and committed love. i’ll stop being scared now.”

it felt relieving to finally say those words out. this is what you’ve been waiting for ever since the night you realized you couldn’t lose kunikuzushi again in your life.

“took you long enough.” you let out a light laugh at his words. “i know.”

“but… can i ask?”

“go ahead.”

“what took you so long?”

“ah. well, you know. i just thought you were just too good to be true back then. i felt like i didn’t deserve you, and the fact that we were going through our first year didn’t really help either because i felt pressured. we lasted during twelveth grade during college application season, sure, but things just became… different when college actually came around. i didn’t know what i wanted back then; i drowned myself in studies, i ended up shutting you and the others out more than you could count.”

“but you still stayed with me despite that—despite me pushing you away. you understood me, and i really appreciated that. but you deserved someone better. you’re made for many, many great things, kuni. and i didn’t want to become some sort of hurdle for your career. so i broke up with you instead. you didn’t deserve to be with the old me, but now that i think of it, i was a red flag as of late, no?”

“i didn’t see you as a red flag,” he starts. “but honestly? you were a perfect example of a walking paradox. you didn’t know what you wanted, but i did. i wanted to show you that you deserve love despite having my own obstacles in life too. you’re the risk i wanted—no, you’re still the risk i want to take. if i had to choose someone over and over again, it would be you. it will always be you.”

 you wiped away the few tears that left your eyes. “thank you, kuni.”

 “don’t cry; did you know that you’re an ugly crier?”

“stop ruining the mood!” you smacked his arm. he laughs and proceeds to wipe away your tears for you. “but kuni?”

“mhm?”

“let’s take it slow again, okay?”

“of course.”

it may be unbelievable for others to believe that the snarky, usually grumpy, and typically cold kunikuzushi scaramouche is actually someone who would be like this in terms of love. but kunikuzushi couldn’t bring himself to love another after you; the love that he once believed was black and white turned out to be golden—something to remember, something to cherish. and you’d rather have kuni be the one to catch you every time your walls start crumbling around you; you’d rather have him be the one who would understand you and love you nonetheless.

you were his daylight. and he was your afterglow.

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[severelystrangewriter]

Drunk Confessions (Flufftober 2023 Day 14)

Pairing: keishin ukai x female reader

WC: 678

Warnings: nudity (nothing explicit they shower together), mdni

Summary: you take care of your drunk boyfriend after a night out

Note: ukai is a big ole softie in this so ooc i guess? idc i love him

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It was late at night on a Saturday and you were finishing grading your students’ quizzes when your front doorbell rang, startling you. You carefully padded to the door, not expecting company, and you checked the peephole before furrowing your brows. You opened the door to reveal your boyfriend Keishin Ukai standing there with a lazy grin on his face.

“Did you forget your key again?” You asked, letting him into your shared home. He had gone out with his friends for a drink, and judging by his somewhat clumsy gait, he might’ve drank a bit too much.

When you got the door closed, he wrapped your arms around your middle, bringing you to his chest.

“I wanna cuddle,” He declared.

“Let me finish grading these last few papers and I’m all yours,” You replied, causing him to huff.

“But I missed you,” Ukai pouted at you.

You giggled, “You saw me a few hours ago.”

“I always miss you,” He buried his nose into your hair and inhaled deeply, “You smell so good.”

“Well you need a shower,” You pointed out, wrinkling your nose at the smell of sweat and alcohol.

“Yeah, yeah,” He let go of you and took hold of your hand, “Join me?”

You knew you probably weren’t going to get that grading done tonight, not when he was looking at you with the most prettiest pout. He would probably keep pestering until you said yes.

“Well I guess someone has to make sure you don’t drown,” You agreed with a teasing smile.

And so you led your boyfriend to the bathroom where you quickly got the shower started, finding a comfortable temperature that you both liked. He undressed himself and got in, and you followed suit. You had already taken a shower so you focused solely on getting Ukai cleaned up. You helped him wash his hair, massaging his scalp the way he liked and he left featherlight caresses to your skin as you worked.

It wasn’t sexual, and you didn’t feel an ounce of embarrassment as he gazed at you so lovingly, like you had hung the stars themselves. 

“Did you have fun?” You asked as you took a soapy washcloth and ran it over his chest.

He sighed at the feeling and nodded his head.

“I wish you could’ve come,” He said, and you cracked a smile. He was always so open and soft with you when he got like this. It was endearing.

“I’ll go next time,” You promised.

“Promise?”

“Pinky promise,” You held out your pinky to him, and he quickly circled his own around it. He then brought your hand closer to his lips and pressed a kiss to the back of it.

After he rinsed and dried off, you two made your way to the bedroom. He slipped under the cover and patted the space next to him as an invitation to join, which you did so happily.

A comfortable silence fell over you both and for a moment you thought he had already fallen asleep. It wouldn’t shock you, he’s been working hard balancing his time between you, work, and both volleyball team practices. It must be exhausting. 

“I can’t wait to marry you,” Ukai mumbled suddenly as he snuggled into you, causing you to blink in surprise.

“You want to marry me?” You repeated curiously. You had been dating for a bit, but this is the first time he’s even introduced the idea of marriage to you.

“Mhm,” He nodded and pressed a sleepy kiss to your neck, “My pretty little wife.”

Your heart fluttered at the confession. Even though he was drunk, you couldn’t help but feel like he meant it.

“And when we have kids, you’re gonna be the best mom.”

Butterflies erupted in your stomach at that. He wanted a family with you too? Before you could let your imagination run wild, your gaze softened as quiet snores finally fell from his lips, signaling he was asleep.

“I can’t wait to marry you too, Keishin,” You whispered back.

And you meant it.

#haikyu x reader #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu fluff #ukai keishin #keishin ukai x reader #keishin ukai #ukai keishin x reader #x reader #fluff #fanfiction #flufftober #kace writes #haikyuu #haikyu

[angel-of-the-moons]

It’s found family central up in here I’m loving it. Hobie who’s readers lovable dumbass step in adult child almost. Accidentally called them ‘mum’ once, neither him nor reader mention it (simply just out of not wanting to embarrass him or because reader doesn’t want to push him away without meaning to). But reader’s always there for him in the little ways

Hobie: Hey y/n what’re your plans tonight? Mine are trying to fix the fucking roof of my boat because it’s fuckin’ rainin AGAIN and it’s COLD

Reader: Oh I’m just gonna light some candles, make some stew and have a little wine and get cozy under a blanket :)

Hobie: …..Can I come over plea-

Reader: Yes you may come over I already have some spare pyjamas for you and some of your favourites orange sweets. I knew you were gonna ask, honey ☺️

Awwwwe 🥺

That One Mum-Friend

Platonic!Hobie x Mom Figure!Fem!Reader

TW/CW: None, mostly a short fluff drabble

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You were only a few years older (at most) than your peers. Hell, a bit younger in some of the cases (cough cough Peter B cough cough), but everyone knew you.

You were the mom friend. The chaperone, the babysitter.

But you couldn't help it, your motherly nature was just so deep into your personality that the two could not be separated. It kind of was the reason why you didn't have many friends outside the Society, most people deemed you too "overbearing" or y'know. Motherly. You'd step in before any "fun" or crazy stuff happened.

You were there to console the others when something happened, when someone was upset, or hell, was just lonely. You were there for them when they needed that gentle hand, or a hug, or a nap in your lap.

Your balanced nature was often why Miguel would pair you with Hobie, or Ben Reilly, to bring them a bit of stability (and to stop Ben from lamenting about his backstory or talking about his muscles for five minutes).

On one mission in particular, Hobie had actually slipped up, and in front of Ben, Peter, and Pavitr and Gwen, he called you "Mum" over the comms. He quickly sputtered and tried to backpedal, but the grin that erupted on your face had already fixed itself there.

You pretended you didn't hear it however, that you weren't paying attention to your comm.

Ben and the others? Never. Let. Him live. It down.

They even gave Hobie things to give to you on Mother's Day for extra effect.

But today? Today, Hobie showed up in your universe, soaked to the bone, his wicks soggy and shoes filled with water.

"Got stuck in the rain, lost the key to my flat, and I don't feel like crashing at HQ because of the Old Man. Can I--"

You chuckled and stepped aside, "Come on, Hobie. You look like a drowned poodle."

"Oi, you havin' a dig at my wicks?" He frowned, walking past you and into your warm, cozy apartment.

"Yep!" You grin, walking over to your linen closet and grabbing some towels, handing them to him.

"Go into the bathroom and get dried off, I might have some clothes that'll fit you. Pajamas at any rate." You hum, walking into your room to rummage through your dressers for something that might fit his tall, lithe frame.

He mumbled a thanks and trudges into the bathroom, his shoes making a depressingly loud squishing noise with every step.

You giggle to yourself and pull out some red plaid pajama pants, and one of your oversized novelty t-shirts.

They should fit.

You knock on the bathroom door and Hobie pokes his head out. He takes the clothes from you when you hand them to him and quickly ducks back to change.

And when he comes out you practically squee.

"Awww! You look so cozy!" You snicker.

"Ohhhhh stuff it." Hobie mumbles, dropping onto your couch and crossing his arms, towel still draped over his head.

"Now Hobie..." You tsk, draping your fluffy, heated blanket over his shoulders, which he automatically snuggles into on sheer instinct alone.

"Is that any way to talk to your mum?"

"Oi! It was one time!" Hobie retorted, trying to cover the blush rising in his cheeks.

"Leave off it, will ya?!"

You grin and grab a tin of sweets, and grab his hand, placing them in his palm.

His eyes get big. His favorite candies; he found them once in your universe, got hooked, and apparently yours was the only one that had them.

You had a shit-eating grin on your face as he popped the candies in his mouth.

"Nahhhh. I'm not gonna. Not when you look like a little kid all snuggled up under that fluffy blanket."

"Hey! Who d'you think you are, eh?" He said, trying to sound miffed, but failing as the warmth from the blanket seeps into his cold body, relaxing into the soft cushions of your couch.

"Oh, me?" You hum, grabbing his wet clothes to be washed.

"I'm the Spider-Mom. Didn't you know that?"

#hobie brown x reader #hobie x reader #hobie brown x you #hobie spiderverse #atsv hobie #answered

[axcel-lucci]

Fishman!Law X human!reader

A/n: so apparently fishes lay eggs... ehem... also, I tried my best :P

Tw: smut. Dirty... dirty smut.

My masterlist

(Y/n) and Law have been together for a long time now, Perhaps 2 years tops? Even she wasn't sure.

Law had saved her from nearly drowning one time, when she was thrown off the ship by her own fellow crewmembers.

He brought her to his home, which was just an underwater cave that had looped around to a big massive dome with a pond in the middle, how does it work? (y/n) and Law questions to this day.

"Hmm... law" she called as they had entered his home once more

"Yeah...?" Law hummed as he placed her down so she can change from her wet swimsuit to some dry clothes she keeps in there.

His eyes were gold with inky black surrounding it, his arms had scales but he had the ability to make them blend into his skin as he was drying off, his four arms looked so delicious with his muscled chest making her stare a bit before snapping back

"I was wondering, I researched some things about this and that."

"This and that?" He raised a brow at this and looked at her while she looked at him with a tilted head. 'fuck-- she looks so damn cute-' he thought to himself but played it cool

"Yeah. You know, about fishmen? I wonder if... fish and fishmen are the same? I mean... they are both fishes, one is just... human like?" She asked herself the last part

"And what did you discover?" He turned to now look at her fully as he was dried up

She hesitated for a bit before shrugging, "that fish lay eggs" she said before stepping over to him and look him in the eyes with pure fascination, "can you lay eggs?"

Law was beyond embarrassed and ashamed at this point.

Yes, fishmen do indeed lay eggs, after all, they're just evolved versions of fish so that's not really something that should change.

He cleared his throat, "i-i mean... we do but... it's weird to explain, so bare with me"

She got all excited and nodded before he motioned for them to sit down at his big soft bed

"We can lay eggs, but... the eggs usually form in the female's body. Though... some types of fish can lay eggs without any other DNA in it... I'm still researching how that is even possible."

"Oh..." she hummed, mesmerized, "so... you can't lay eggs?"

Law debated whether to be truthful or not, eventually he settled to be truthful. He sighed deeply, "my... bloodline can lay eggs without... you know..." he blushed intensely

"I see" she nods with a smile, "but how does that feel though? Like... do you produce eggs while cu-"

"Shut--!" He cuts her off with a hand on her mouth and him blushing furiously

She giggled, "I understand Law." She smiled before kissing his cheek, "do you mind if I use your desk for a bit? I need to finish my homework..." she cried

"Oh that's right, you decided to go back to college, right?"

"Yep...! I want to provide for myself not by stealing or fighting, I want honest money." She said excitedly

"Sure, go ahead." He smiled softly before pressing a kiss against her lips, "just make sure to clean up right after."

"Thanks Law...!"

Later...

"(Y/n)" he called as she hummed from the desk, "I've been thinking... I want to live with you." He states making her pause

"What...?"

"I want to live with you, I want to be with you, not just periodically. I want to move in with you, now that you're back to school, you need someone to take care of you." He states as she paused her studying all together to get up and sit down next to him on the bed

"Are you sure? What about... this? Your home? Aren't you gonna miss it? It's not like you can carry stuff in and out of here" she mumbled

"I can visit from time to time I suppose" he nods, "I can figure it out. Don't worry"

"If you say so..." she smiled and kissed him deeply

He smiled as well before reciprocating the kiss which eventually lead to one thing and the other, the two eventually making out heavily on the bed while slowly shedding off clothes.

Law only had a few articles of clothing making him growl and basically tearing her clothes off of her

"L-law...!" She gasped and covered herself in embarrassment

"Hey now. Don't be shy" he pouted before taking her hands and placing them over her head, leaving him with three free hands that started exploring making her gasp and whine at every whim.

"Those were my favourite pajamas...!" She huffed with a pout

"I can buy you another" he smirked.

Truth be told, despite being a fishman, he's a high paying doctor with a reasonable time. (Which itself was quite rare to begin with)

She just pouted even more making him chuckle and kiss her

She then gasped once more when he pulled her legs away and his other hand play with the wet flower that bloomed in between

"Mmh... I haven't done anything yet and you're already wet... this is our first time, no?" He asks before kissing her again and pushing his fingers inside.

She moaned and threw her head back, Law physically grinned darkly before biting and sucking on her skin as a way to mark what's his, which was all of her

"L-law...!" She whined as her back arched when his fingers brushed against the spot inside her

"Oh... here?" He smirked before playing with the spot making her see stars and eventually come undone with shaky legs and gasping for air. As well as being dazed enough to not realize his hold on her was disappearing for him to take off his own clothes.

"S-so big..." she muttered once she grounded herself when she saw his member, "would that... fit?"

"We can always make it fit" he smirked as his hand then trapped her wrists together over her head once more and his other two hands secure her legs over his shoulders and eventually holding unto her hips.

His remaining free hand took hold of his own member and rubbed it against her wet entrance teasingly making her whine, begging for him to continue

"Alright..." he smirked before starting to push himself inside.

The sheer size of him made her walls stretch unforgivingly as she gasped and moan at how hot it suddenly felt

"L-law...! A-ah... wait..." she gasped once he's fully inside, "s-so big..."

"So tight" he groaned with a chuckle as his free hand from before gripped her thighs and started to grind against her and bite his own lip

"Law-" she gasped before starting to moan and whine

"You're ready" he muttered before gripping her hips rather tightly and raising them to a comfortable position only for him to mercilessly start to pound and abuse her cunt in the most pleasurable way possible.

Causing her to toss and turn in her position while gasping, moaning, and even whining for him to go faster despite his already rough pace

"Faster? Heh... why not." He smirked before adjusting their position swiftly and fulfilled her request by going in and out of her poor sorry cunt as fast and as roughly as he could

It didn't take long for (y/n) to come around him once the tip of his own dick started pressing against her cervix with immense pleasure.

With her coming around him, it just fueled him more as she gripped him rather tightly, sucking him back in as it grew slippery around him, letting him go in and out as much as he wanted.

He could feel his own release coming and his dick feeling heavier and heavier with his eggs.

(Y/n) could already feel the outline of his eggs inside his dick, ready to burst

"W-wait law" she gasped, "I don't think-"

"Shh..." he leaned down to her ear and bite it rather harshly, "just keep moaning like the pretty human that you are."

She gasped and moaned as she felt another climax build up inside her and suddenly release.

Law couldn't take the heaviness anymore and just shoved himself deep inside and release all the eggs stored in his body along with his warm cum.

(Y/n) moaned loudly at the feeling of the eggs filling her up, some of it even pressed rather dangerously against her cervix, one move and the eggs would directly go inside it.

By now there was a bulge by her lower abdomen and the eggs kept coming making her moan and beg law to put it somewhere else

"What a GREAT idea" he grinned darkly before pulling her hips so that he could press deeper inside her and his tip basically pressing against the cervix, the eggs started to enter her deeper inside making her gasp and moan even more

"L-law...! Not in there- I won't be able to- ahh-!" She moaned loudly as her legs shook violently, her insides was now probably filled with his eggs and she doesn't know how to take them out.

It just formed a lumpy bulge on her abdomen making her pant heavily and moan even more until the very last one of his egg slipped past her cervix and deep inside her womb.

"L-law..." she moaned once he slowly pulled out and a few eggs were already starting to spill out but he only put them back and prevented any of them to get out.

"Shh... it feels so good, Huh?" He bit his lower lip once she started squirming and the eggs moving inside her rather deliciously.

"L-law... please... how-" she gasped once law plugged that hole up with some device most fishmen use on their partners so the eggs don't escape.

"I said shh" he rolled his eyes and laid down beside her, he felt her legs immediately close and tighten before rubbing against each other, "hey now. Don't tell me you're getting off of our babies being inside you, Huh?"

"B-but law..." she looked at him with such cute eyes but he already saw those eyes a million times before and not be affected by it

"This calls for some punishment" he chuckled before flipping her over so that her chest was against the bed, his hands once again trapped her in place before thrusting inside her unprepared ass making her scream in pleasure.

"L-law...! You're not planning to-"

"I so am" he smirked before starting to thrust more harsher than before.

Her whines and moans, coupled with her begging for more, despite complaining about what's inside her womb being rubbed against her.

"I'm close" Law chuckled making her moan, "law... please."

Her voice was hoarse at this point. And just like before, his dick grew heavy until he can't take it anymore and spill his eggs inside her now wet anus as she moaned with tears in her eyes.

It felt so much more erotic, being filled with eggs on both sides as he plugs the holes up tightly, not letting any of the eggs escape

"There. We can just clear them tomorrow" he chuckled before laying down beside her spent form, a now large buldge on her abdomen as he softly strokes it's lumpy surface, "you know... I don't mind you giving birth to my children" he hummed at the idea

"Law!"

"Just kidding, don't worry. We can take them out safely tomorrow, even the ones inside your ass and those that were pushed through your cervix." He smirked at the mental image of (y/n) being so full of his eggs they start to slip out themselves.

She grumbled before eventually drifting off to sleep while Law watches intently and kissing her cheek.

"I don't think I'll be able to control myself tomorrow..." he chuckled to himself.

He eventually drifts off as well with a hand on her abdomen.

#random #night thoughts #trafalgar law #law x reader #trafalgar law x reader #law x y/n #one piece #trafalgar d law x reader #trafalgar d water law #trafalgar law x y/n #one piece trafalgar law #trafalgar d law #trafalgar one piece #trafalgar law smut #trafalgar law x reader smut #trafalgardwaterlaw #one piece law #law smut #law x reader smut #law x you #one piece trafalgar d water law #op.law #op law #one peice

[mrs-weasley-reid]

Colored Bullets

Summary: BAU team x agent fem!reader. All fun and games until one of the BAU members gets shot... with a paintball.

WARNING: nothing besides mention of guns (paintball) and shooting, just a silly time with the BAU team 

found the gif somewhere round the web, so whoever created this credits to u :))

None of you knew how things ended this way. Not even someone who pranked death like Emily could explain the maroon smears that horrifyingly decorated every crooks and crannies in the bullpen.

"I don't think I can take it anymore," Spencer cried as he leaned his back against the foot of his desk, hiding under his once peaceful workplace.

A bruise was forming on his temple, and another by his neck. He was a mess. His hair flew out like a birds nest.

"You better not give up on me, Reid. Or I will shoot you myself." Emily growled, peeking out to fire a shot. Her ponytail was loose, dried yellow paint spreading on the left side of her head.

"What the fu—" Derek groaned from another end, also hiding under his desk. He felt the pang of Emily's bullet on his shoulder, wondering when everything went wrong.

In fact, all of you were taking shelter under your desks. Albeit, you sharing yours with JJ, who had a maniac smile on her face as she fired her gun in whatever direction she could.

The bullpen was painted red. A dead battlefield. God knows what the midnight janitor would think when he finds the place drowning with fired bullets and various bright paints.

And just before you were about to shoot Spencer's ugly crying face, Rossi swung the glass door open.

"I don't want to know." Rossi immediately stated.

All of the agents stood up, a special mention to Derek, who hit his head midway. You snorted at that, and continued a laugh when he glared at you.

Rossi's eyes roamed all over the bullpen, taking note of your bruised faces and paint-splattered vests. He looked at all of you disappointedly, "None of you can wait for tomorrow's paintball match?" He immediately knew that asking was a big mistake.

"Derek started it!" You roared immediately.

"What?! It was Emily! She shot me—" Derek pointed a finger towards the dark-haired woman.

Emily rolled her eyes, "I wouldn't have started it if JJ didn't pull the trigger and accidentally shot me." She air-quoted with her gun clutched under her ring and pinky finger.

JJ's jaw dropped, frowning her eyes at Emily. "It was an accident! Spencer was asking how to use the paintball gun." 

"And I regret it. I don't feel like joining the team tomorrow." Spencer placed his small gun on his desk and hooked his messenger bag over his shoulder. He survived worse before, but a war with his friends without hesitation was more traumatizing than being kidnapped.

And all of you began to blame each other like children, shouting over one another. Rossi winced at the sound of all of your voices. He couldn't believe that after three wives, the thing that made him want to smash his head on the wall, was all five of you.

“And I just had to ask.” Rossi muttered to himself, closing his eyes as he placed a hand over his forehead. He silently retreated back to his office.

But before he could even step on the first stair, a hard impact spread on his back. Rossi turned around with furrowed eyebrows. Someone did not just mess with his suit.

Everyone’s index fingers synchronously pointed towards you, a fake innocent look over your face as you held your paintball pistol.

"You will regret this, Kiddo." Rossi sped to his office to grab his paintball gun, simultaneously dodging your fires that ran after him.

And you finally got to shoot Spencer, much to everyone's enjoyment. He took his gun and shot you back, straight on your chest. “Oh, you’re on, smarty pants!” You scoffed, reloading your gun as fast as you could.

Meanwhile, Hotch just stepped out of the elevator, coming back from a meeting and unaware of what lies behind the double glass doors. “Of course, Jack. You can wear my vest for tomorrow’s paitball tournament.” He was about to walk in the bullpen when Penelope blocked him.

Hotch knitted his brows, giving her his signature stern confused look. "Save yourself. It's war in there." Penelope said in horror, peeking through the glass door and squealing at the sudden splatter of red paint right in front of her eyes.

#derek morgan #spencer reid #aaron hotchner #emily prentiss #jennifer jereau #david rossi #penelope garcia #ssa aaron hotchner #ssa spencer reid #ssa emily prentiss #ssa david rossi #ssa jennifer #criminalminds #criminal minds #criminal minds fanfiction #imagine #spencerreid #emilyprentiss #bau x reader #criminal minds x reader

[lala3244]

Heartbreaks: Lucifer Part 2

~Started to write it 2 months ago, (yes for Christmas) and finally finished it!~

Part 1

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Warnings: talk of nightmare, briefly described, (torture and mental pain)

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You stumbled a bit and tears started to form. It’s going to be hell in hell.

You swallowed your tears and walked calmly towards Lucifer's study. You knocked gently on the door, anxious to look at the red eyed demon. When you heard a muffled "come in". You entered, eyes lowered, "Lucifer. Someone is waiting for you." He looked up, a frown on his face. "Who?" You shrugged, still avoiding his gaze. "I don't know their name but it's the demon you were with in Diavolo's office." You finally looked at him and you saw him tensed up. He stood up and walked to stand in front of you. You saw his face soften when he looked at your eyes. They were still sparkling from the tears you tried to stop forming. He started to raise his hand towards your face but stopped half-way and his expression hardened. He moved to the side so he could get past you. You sighed and headed to your room. You plopped down on your bed and screamed in your pillow. You calmed down and sat on your bed. You promised yourself to not get depressed about this situation. You were a strong human, well you thought you were, so you could handle everything without it breaking your spirit. Your hunger were gone by now and you didn't know if you could bear eating with all the brothers. You looked at the time and saw you still had time to take a shower and get ready for the evening before eating. You chose some comfortable clothes and headed straight to the bathroom. You decided to take a bath. Bath always had a way to cheering you up so you ran one and added some bath salt that Asmodeus had gifted you one day.

You went back to your room after you dried yourself and put your clothes on. It had helped you feeling better and you were starting to feel hungry, you could already smell the food from your room. You decided to go to the kitchen to see if they needed help. You stopped at the door and saw Satan. You were smiling when Satan turned around as he had heard your footsteps. He smiled back at you. You walked towards him. "Do you need help, Satan?" He shook his head. "No but you can keep me company if you'd like?" You sat on the counter as a sign of agreement. "What are you making?" He carried on with his cooking. "I found a new recipe, I wanted to test it." You nodded then he proceeded to explain to you the recipe. It sounded delicious and you were the first one to taste it. He took a spoon and plunged it in the dish then brought it to your lips. "Blow on it, it might be a bit hot." You chuckled and blew on it. You opened your mouth and you put the spoon in it. You chewed on the food and swallowed. "Mmmmh! It is as delicious as it smells!" He gave you the biggest grin. "Good, it's almost done then."

You helped Satan setting the dining table. Lucifer arrived. "You need to put one more." Your heart ached at what you knew was going to happen but you didn't say anything and went to grab another set to put it on the table. You grabbed a drink and sat at the table. You watched the brothers coming down one by one until Lucifer, who had gone back to his study, arrived with his new partner. Satan had decided to sit next to you. He knew about what had happened and wanted to be near you if you needed some support. You avoided looking at them and instead you stared at your empty plate. You heard the chair Lucifer pulled for the other demon to sit on and you winced. You could sense Satan's eyes on your face and he put a gentle hand on your knee and squeezed it. The squeeze made you jump and you stared at Satan. Lucifer started to speak but you drowned him out. You knew he was presenting the demon to his brothers and you didn't really care about their name or where they were from. You were back to staring at your plate, heart pumping loudly in your ears. Everyone started to get food on their plates but you didn't move so Satan took yours and you followed it with your eyes. Satan served you some food and put it back in front of you. You felt the brothers' stares on you. You looked around and they all looked away guiltily, your eyes fell on the couple at the end of the table. The other demon whose name had gone over your head was batting their lashes at Lucifer, trying to look all cute and adorable. You snorted and shook your head, you didn't think they would last long. You knew that Lucifer hated this sort of behaviour.

Still, dinner went smoothly then the demon left when dinner was finished. They were all lovey-dovey with Lucifer but then when they saw you they smirked and leaned towards the Avatar of Pride to kiss him on the cheek. Lucifer looked surprised then looked at you. You saw his looks and knew that was a mistake from them but he didn't say anything. He searched your face with his eyes but looked relieved when you wouldn't say anything nor were tears forming in your eyes. Satan arrived next to you and put his arm around your shoulders, he had seen the scene. He already didn't like that demon but now that he had seen the smirk they had while looking at you made him furious. "Come, I have a new book I need to show you." You walked past the couple and Satan glared at his brother who became a bit sheepish. You were almost at Satan's room when you heard the demon saying loudly. "I had a good time Lucifer. I will see you tomorrow, right?" You couldn't hear what he said as Satan was closing quickly his door. He made a gesture for you to sit on his bed and grabbed a book on his nightstand then he handed to you. You read the cover and it was from your favourite writer. It was his last book which you haven't read as you were in the Devildom and couldn't really get any human world's books. You started to read the first page, it felt nice to read something so familiar. Satan cleared his throat and you looked up from the book. "You can borrow it if you'd like?" You smiled and slowly closed the book then rubbed the cover. "Are you sure? I would love to though!" He sat next to you and took your hand. "Of course, if it makes you feel better." You squeezed back his hand and leaned your head on his shoulder. "Thank you Satan it's a nice thought." He rested his head on top of yours.

You had gone back to your room, feeling grateful for the Avatar of Wrath being in your life even though you knew he could be this kind just to spite Lucifer but at this point you didn't really care, you needed some support. You started to read the book but you fell asleep, book still opened. You woke up, startled, book flying from your lap. Your breath was ragged and shallow. You weren't really understanding what was going on. You were shaking from fear, of all the nightmares you ever had it was the first time that it felt so real, so concrete. Your body still remembered the pain that was inflicted on your dream self. The mental torture of that dream was so intense, you didn't know what to do. Without realising, you were leaving your room and running towards Lucifer's room. You entered without knocking and ran in his arms. He caught you before you fell on the ground. You were still shaking, breathing irregularly. Lucifer sat down on his bed, with you still in his arms. He waited for you to calm down, rubbing your back soothingly. "Lucifer?" He hummed, giving you his whole attention. "Can I stay with you please? I-I don't think I'll be able to go back to sleep in my bed." He stood up while he moved you to the bed. "Of course, you can." You nodded and you watched him change into some pyjamas. He stood in front of you then kneeled down, he put his hand on your cheek and leaned your head towards his. He could feel your shaking and looked worried. "What happened?" You shrugged and started to shake violently as you relived your nightmare again. He saw the fear in your eyes and tried to comfort you by hugging you and shushing you.

You wrapped your arms around him and started to sob. You fell between his legs, still holding on to him. You explained your nightmare to the Avatar of Pride. You felt him tensed up and you looked up at him. "What?" He frowned. "Is it the first time you felt like this after a nightmare." You shook your head. "No, any pain usually goes away after a few seconds and the memory fades away quickly." He hugged you tighter and nuzzled his face in the crook of your neck. He pulled away and looked you over. He picked you up and gently laid you on his bed where his sheet had been pulled back then he covered you in them. He still had his frown on his face as he grabbed his D.D.D. and called Solomon. You were worried, Lucifer would never call Solomon unless something really wrong happened. Lucifer hung up and a couple of seconds later Solomon teleported in front of the bedroom's door. He barely greeted the fallen angel before walking towards you, he sat on the bed and grabbed your hand. You looked at him, curious then at Lucifer. "What's happening?" Solomon shushed you and closed his eyes. You could feel some magic floating around you but you didn't know what it was for. The aches in your chest and your body faded away slowly. When all was gone, Solomon smiled at you and kissed your forehead. "There, you should feel better." And indeed, you felt better, sleepy and you moved so you could get comfy in the sheet. Solomon stood up and walked towards the demon then they walked out of the room. When Lucifer came back, you were almost asleep. He joined you in bed and scooted close to you. He laid down and pulled you against his chest. You snuggled in his arms and wrapped an arm around his chest while tangling your legs with his. He kissed the top of your head and squeezed you. "Hey Lucifer? What was that all about?" He hugged you tighter. "Don't worry about it. Sleep now, you'll be tired tomorrow." You nodded as your mind started to slip into some nice dreams.

You woke up and you were practically on top of Lucifer. You moved quickly off of him, waking him up as well. "OH! I'm sorry Lucifer!" He chuckled while pulling you back to him. "It's fine, go back to sleep." You could feel your cheeks warming up while you went back to your initial position but still you fell asleep. An alarm rang while you were dreaming that you were in Lucifer's arms, in his bed. You opened your eyes when the ringing stopped. You felt a warm body underneath yours and you sat up. You looked around before you let your eyes falling on the demon next to you who was watching you with a smirk. So it wasn't a dream. You scratched your neck, embarrassed. "Good morning, Lucifer." He chuckeld. "Good morning. How did you sleep?" His smirk wasn't leaving his face. "Good, I guess. I didn't have any nightmare." He grabbed you so you would straddle his hips and pulled you into a hug. "I'm glad." He rubbed your back up and down. You tried to sat up but his grip tightened around you. "Lucifer? We need to get up." He carried on rubbing your back. "I know but this is nice." You giggled and relaxed in his embrace. You stayed in this position for a few minutes when his D.D.D rung. You saw it was Barbatos and you heard him say "It is done." Lucifer sighed. "Thank you, Barbatos." He then hung up and went back to stroking your back. You put your hands on both sides of his face. "What's happening? What's with all the secrets?" His hands fell from your back to your hips and he sat up to lean against his headboard. He sighed. "You had a curse put on you. That's why you had this nightmare. I had Solomon coming to see if he could find who cursed you. He was familiar with this so he found the person responsible for it and he asked Barbatos to take care of it." You frowned. "What do you mean "take care of it"?" You had heard rumours about Barbatos but as he said nothing, you decided to not push it further. "And who was it?" He put a hand on your cheek and he stroked it lightly with his thumb, a tight smile on his face. "Don't worry about it." You nodded and finally got up from the demon. You walked towards the door and before opening it, you turned around. "Thank you for your help, Lucifer."

You got ready, had breakfast and walked to RAD with the demons. The day went by. You tried to focus on the lessons and when you had free time, you worked on your homework. At the end of the day, you walked towards the exit when you saw Lucifer. He was standing there, looking for you and when he saw you, his face lit up. He walked towards you. A smile plastered on his face. You stopped, it actually scared you to seem, well, happy? You couldn't really read the expression on his beautiful face. You heard his chuckle when he saw yours. He stood in front of you and showed you his arm for you to grab it. "Come, we shall walk home together." You gently rested your hand on his arm and you followed him home. He was in a good mood the whole way home so you didn't want to ruin it by asking questions about why. You gladly listened to the demon, telling you about his day then, before you arrived in front of the House of Lamentations, he stopped talking and walking. You looked up at him, expectantly. "I need to tell you that we can date now" Your eyes widened. "What?" He chuckled and walked away from you. You watched him going away, bewildered, then you went inside, straight to your room. You screeched in your pillow and breathed slowly to try to calm yourself down. A knock startled you, when you opened the door, Lucifer was standing there. "Would you like to cook with me?" He held out his hand to you which you took happily. You had a great time cooking with Lucifer. It was a simple dish so it was done quickly. You set the plates down and brought the dish on the table. The evening went by smoothly, all the brothers were in a good mood. You were a bit surprised by that but you actually enjoyed it. It was a nice change of pace. After dinner, Lucifer stood up and walked towards you. He rested a hand on your shoulder and leaned his face close to your ear. "Would sleep in my bed again, tonight?" You blushed but still nodded and he pulled you up by your wrist, gently. You stood up and followed him. He stopped by your room so you could get a chance to change. You got dressed quickly and joined Lucifer to the hallway. He lead you to his room and let you entered first. You looked around and saw all the candles lit everywhere. It was a romantic setting and you turned around to see him looking at you. You smiled brightly at him. "What's this for?" He put some music on and held his hand out with a small bow. "Will you give me the pleasure of this dance?" You laughed. "I will, M'Lord." He pulled you quickly against his chest and started the dance slowly. You wrapped your hand around his neck and he put his on the small of your back. You were dancing around in circle, staring at each other. A Smile plastered on both your faces. The song felt like it lasted forever and when you looked at the time you that an hour had passed. You were both so lost on each other's gaze that you didn't even heard when the songs were changing. You pulled away from each other, stopping the dance. You chuckled while looking away. "That was nice". He nodded, a smile on his face. He grabbed your face with both hands. "Go to bed. I still need to finish some paperwork." You agreed and settled yourself under the cover. His bed was so big and comfy! You took your D.D.D with you and started scrolling through Devilgram. You lasted as much as you could as you wanted to wait for the fallen angel but your eyelids became heavier and slowly you fell asleep.

You felt the mattress dip behind you and you sat up, wide open. Lucifer put a comforting hand on your arm. "Shhh, it's only me." You looked at him, while your heart started to calm down. He pulled you to his chest and laid down. He covered both of you with the sheet. He tilted your head and put his forehead on yours. He closed his eyes and sighed then he smiled. You smiled back and you put your hand on his chest just above his heart. He opened his eyes again and pressed his lips against yours. He pulled away and searched your face for any discomfort. When he didn't see any, he deepened the next kiss. When you pulled away to breathe, you were wondering what had happened. Until two days ago, you weren't allowed to date but now you could? You were about to talk when he kissed you again, this one a bit more passionate, almost needy. "Don't ask any questions. You don't need to know the reason how or why it changed, the most important is that we can be together now." You sighed. "I guess you are right. But that won't change again, right?" He grabbed your chin to brought your face closer to his. "I promise." He kissed you while his hand slowly trailed down your neck then your chest then your hips.

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Hello dear <3 what about X, F, and O for Billy Hargrove? a tiny smooch for your great writing :*

F - Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? Do they wanna get married?) 

Billy can be fairly skittish when it comes to commitment. He acts very detached and uncaring about the subject, maybe he even avoids it at times. He certainly doesn't enjoy conversations about it and has offloaded more than a few partners who were considering it.

Long-term and married life is not something Billy has ever thought about. It's not something he thinks he's entitled to. He doesn't deserve it. He's not cut out for it. People never tend to stick around for long in his life. You may have managed to last this long but he's always fighting down this feeling in the back of his mind that it will all come crashing down someday and he shouldn't get his hopes up. That there's no point in dreaming. There's no point in reaching for fairy tales. Just make the good times last. And when it all dries up? He'll grab a couple sixers, drown his sorrows, and call it squared.

O - Open (When do they open up about themselves?)

Billy is someone who has learned throughout his life that vulnerability comes at a high price. That sensitivity is a negative trait. That showing your softer side is a weakness and it gets you hurt. He is a very suspicious, cautious, and guarded person. He looks distant and uncaring because he takes time to size up every person before interacting with them. When he determines it is safe to interact with others, he showboats, flexes, dominates, and intimidates in an attempt to prove how invulnerable, strong, and confident he is.

It is most likely that Billy would not intend to open up to you. You would be subject to his armored display as much as any other person. It would be a matter of whether or not you could find the chinks and begin coaxing out that sensitive and scared boy behind it. In shared moments, he may offer small tokens about himself to test your authenticity. If you take genuine interest in the information he shares and offer him a safe and understanding space he would begin to unwind himself somewhat but would still always be holding back just enough that he could always flee at a moment's notice.

X - Xtra (Random HC)

Billy gets fussy over you when you look a little "too nice" on date night. If your shirt is open wider than his, he starts readjusting the shoulders for you. If your jewelry draws more attention and sparkle, there's suddenly an arm around you and Billy chastising you for wearing everything you own out the door. "You wanna get jumped?"

It's not that Billy doesn't want you to flaunt it, but he worries. He worries so damn much that someone that looks this good (even better than him) might leave him. He doesn't always believe that you dress to impress him. Or that those little one-night wonders are solely for him. So he dims your light sometimes to soothe his own anxieties.

F - Favourite Position (This goes without saying.)

Billy's favorite position is without a doubt, 'face down, ass up'. Whether that's a traditional doggy, some variation, or bending a partner over some manner of furniture, he gets what he wants. He wants angle and depth with every stroke.

His other favorites involve a little more work on his part and a lot of flexibility on your part, but if managed it's all the better for you both. A wildcard favorite of his is when he rolls you to your side, pinning one of your legs beneath him and wrapping the other around his hip. Taking you this way he can get all the depth he wants while watching your face scrunch and your jaw slacken each time he rams that sweet spot inside you. He additionally has better flexibility to play with you, should he so desire.

O - Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

Billy has a strong preference for giving, and that's an understatement. It has little to do with control and more to do with praise. He spends his days constantly feeling or being outright told that what he does is wrong. But when he has you on your back, with your nails imprinting crescents into his shoulders, and your spine coiled tighter than a spring? He knows he's doing something right. He's doing good. Hearing you choke and gasp as you throw your head into the pillows is the closest he's come to an "atta boy!" in weeks and he's greedy for more. He wants to nip and pluck at the thin skin below your ear until your hips grind and buck against his. He wants to bite and suck at your tongue until you whimper and shiver in his arms. He's so hungry to please you because you always provide that confirmation. That he's wanted.

This is in comparison to his near indifference at times to receiving. Billy craves a lot of stimulation and bores easily, so holding still to be gone down on rarely works for him unless you get exotic and trail your tongue further south... Ever the adventurer, he will nearly fall to pieces if you eat him out. Tease him a good while, and he will be the most agreeable you've ever seen him.

X - X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

Billy is generously proportioned but by no means intimidating in size. He's uncircumcised with a deep rosy head that fully pushes back against the foreskin when he's at his peak. His sheath can be deceiving, making him appear visually longer with a graceful upward curve to his erect shaft. He hits all the right places just by the default of his nature. What he packs the most is girth. Heavy in hand, and warm on the tongue. You always feel empty when he pulls out.

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