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garbagechocolate · 3 days
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crookedteethed · 2 days
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18+ Thinking about giving Eddie head while Wayne's giving him a talking to.
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Eddie shuts his eyes tight and lets out a long exasperated sigh as he feels your dainty hand grip the base of his cock. Your eager mouth, which had been planting delicate kisses around the supple skin of his thighs to the happy trail of his stomach, finally makes there way to his eager cock.
Wayne thinks he has an attitude, which resulted in Wayne telling Eddie:
"You keep huffin' and puffin' like that and you'll end up without a roof under your head, boy, you hear me?"
By Wayne's serious tone and stern demeanor, you would think Eddie had called him every swear word out of the book and then some, but really, Eddie hadn't said a word to Wayne from now until Wayne first angrily stomped into the trailer door shouting Eddie's name; telling Eddie that he has to take on more responsibility in the house other than sitting at home and playing his guitar all day (and having sex with his girlfriend, which he'd been doing all day).
Adults have this way of thinking (especially during lectures) where they can't differentiate the chasm between silence and having an "attitude."
Eddie knew he couldn't say anything to Wayne. Fermenting saliva had been collecting in his mouth since he first felt your hands tugging on the elastic of his sweatpants. Wayne would kick him out if drool spilled from his mouth when Eddie went to speak.
A glob of your spit coax Eddie's cock. You begin rimming your tongue around Eddie's mushroom-shaped tip, licking and sucking whatever pre-cum is leaking from his hole, occasionally taking long, bold strides from his base and back to his tip.
"I--" Eddie begins, but he's cut off when he feels your plump lips wrap around his tip and start sucking him gently. He splurges himself in the mixture of warmth and moisture coming from your mouth. He melts into the hollowness of your cheeks and the swivel of your tongue.
You splurge yourself at the effects you hold over him. Though you feel bad, not wanting to get the boy in any more trouble than he's already in.
Eddie grips his fist at the mound of pillows and blankets that conveniently covers his entire lower half.
Wayne notices and says, "I hope you're not trying to hold back a fist."
What Eddie was trying to do was hold back a moan.
"No--Wayne--I." His voice comes out in deprived little fragments-- like a scratched disc.
"Well, what?" Wayne says, agitated.
You get ballsy and attempt to deep-throat him; as you inch his swollen length closer and closer to the back of your throat, Eddie feels that particular spot where his glans slip past your tonsils, and he feels the gushes of your saliva caused by him pooling around your mouth.
"Fuck." Eddie says, almost in a whisper.
"What did you say, boy?" Wayne urges. "Nothing."
You try your best not to make any sounds, tears streaming down your cheeks from holding back, but when Eddie slightly bucks his hips up, you find yourself gagging around his length. Eddie covers the delicious sound of you sputtering with a fake cough.
It was an intense feeling of worship for Eddie, and he needed to get Wayne off his case so he could at least witness you taking his cum down your throat.
"Look, Wayne." He pauses. "I'll do more work around the house. I can--grunts—even pick up a few more shifts at the hideout, if you'll like."
Eddie doesn't know how he got through all that without blowing his cover, but he was hoping he wouldn't have to go through that again and praying that Wayne would just leave.
Wayne stays silent--not for too long, but long enough to make Eddie think he had blown his cover, and Wayne knew that his nephew was getting blown under his covers.
But with a simple nod and a "ok." (Wayne didn't need much convincing), Eddie could forget his worrying (accompanied by the excitement that came from worrying).
Wayne finds himself standing at the door of Eddie's room. Before leaving for work, he asks Eddie if he's sick or something.
"You're sweatin' buckets and you're coughin' a lot." Wayne states.
You bring yourself back to the tip of Eddie's cock and, in a bobbing motion, bring yourself down back to his base; at this point, all Eddie could do was nod his head and let out a shaky "un hun."
When Wayne announces he's leaving and you both hear the trailer's front door shut, you pull the covers over your head.
You pull him out of your mouth to catch your breath; saliva drips from your mouth onto your chin, tears prickling the corners of your eyes, and those lips, those puffy red lips, twisting into an alluring smile.
"You think that's funny, don't you? Blowing me in front of my uncle?"
"Oh, please, you enjoyed it." You tease.
And you were right; he did enjoy it, the excitement bubbling down in his stomach at the thought of getting caught. That's why every time you were at his trailer, and you two were having sex, Eddie made sure to leave his bedroom door wide open and have his windows just cracked; then he'd have his music blaring loud so he couldn't hear anyone if they were to walk in.
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sleepykas · 7 hours
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Maybe watch a documentary every once in a while and he wouldn't roast you so much
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deceptiveshadow · 12 hours
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Oh... he didn't say you could leave. 🙃
*lays on you so you can't move*
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cryptidghostgirl · 1 day
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Yo can you do a part 3 of Cover Up where y/n is introduced to the rest of the members of the hotel.
A/N Yes?? I love me some fluff like that. I also had another request for a part three to this series but yours came in first so I am going to make that one a part four and because you didn't super specify anything you wanted besides intros, I am gonna spin this to line up with that request. I hope that is okay.
Cover Up pt. 3 (Alastor x Reader)
Pairing: Alastor x Reader
Previous Parts:
Cover Up (Human!Alastor x Human!Reader)
Cover Up pt. 2
Warnings: mentions of murder, Angel briefly flirts with you, jealous/minorly possessive Alastor. I think that is it, please correct me if I am wrong.
Word Count: 1,885
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Once Alastor had given Y/n the full tour, she had absolutely insisted that she be allowed to meet the rest of the guests. Alastor could never say no to her and so, he had taken her by the arm and walked her back into the lobby. It did not come as a surprise to him that in the short time they had been away from the hotel's central area, Charlie had managed to set up a welcome party for his darling wife. Y/n on the other hand, gasped in shock when everyone jumped out from behind the various couches.
"I literally... okay, I have no clue who any of you are but thank you? This is so sweet? I..."
Before Alastor could do a thing about it, Y/n was whisked away from his gentle grasp by Charlie. The demon Princess brought Y/n to the center of the room, Alastor watching from the sidelines with crossed arms. She seemed to happy, so absolutely filled to the brim with joy. As much as he wanted to take her away from the crowd, to be alone with her, he allowed the party to occur. Her joy had always been his priority, first and foremost. There would be time.
"Everyone!" Charlie excitedly announced, "This is Y/n! She is going to be our newest guest. Our cook? Our newest maybe guest who is going to work as a cook."
Y/n laughed lightly at Charlie's confused words. She took a slight step forward.
"Hi everyone." she waved with a soft smile.
"Oh she's good." Angel Dust muttered and Husk elbowed him in the stomach, catching the glare Alastor had shot the spider demon's way.
"Ow!" Angel exclaimed, rubbing the spot the cat demon had hit as he turned to him, "What was that for?"
Y/n chuckled a bit uneasily, looking over at Alastor and his wide smile. Vaggie quickly stepped in, breaking the tension she felt slowly building in the group.
"I'm Vaggie." she announced in an unfounded and unexpected display of friendship, "Charlie is my girlfriend, we run the hotel together."
Y/n lit up at her words, shaking the hand Vaggie held out to her enthusiastically.
"I didn't realize she had a partner in all this! And in afterlife too, I guess. That's so sweet!"
Vaggie smiled, letting out a light laugh as Charlie stepped up behind her, placing her hands lovingly on her girlfriend's shoulders.
"She is just the best." Charlie warmly noted as Y/n and Vaggie released their clasped hands, "I wouldn't have been able to come this far without her or any of the other sinners we have working with us."
"I thought everyone else here were just guests." Y/n mused aloud and Charlie shook her head.
"No, no! We tried doing it on our own in the beginning... but then Alastor showed up. He brought along some friends and, well, he's really been such a help. We are so grateful to have him and them on our team."
Y/n shot her husband a sidelong glance, smirking mishceviously.
"You really know how to work magic, princess." she hummed, "Getting Al to be a team player? I'm impressed."
"Oh, no!" Charlie frantically waved her hands, desperate that Y/n not get any wrong impressions, "We didn't pressure him or anything, he showed up of his own accord, actually."
"Really." Y/n laughed lightly as she fixed her gaze back on Charlie, "Well, I'd love to meet these alleged 'friends' of his he brought along."
"Of course!" Charlie exclaimed, smiling brightly once again as she stepped to the side with Vaggie, "Husk is our bartender and Nifty is our maid. She was our cook too but, I suppose you'll be taking care of that now."
Husk nodded his head in polite recognition of the introduction Charlie had given him. Nifty on the other hand, was incapable of such restraint and, her curiosity getting the better of her, rushed up to Y/n. In a split second, she had climbed the demoness' body like a ladder and was perched on her shoulder, messing with her hair.
"You smell nice." she hummed, smiling and Y/n's cheeks flushed slightly pink.
"Why, thank you. That is very sweet of you to say."
"Will you help me in the war against the bugs too?"
"Come on, Nift." Angel sighed before Y/n could respond as he walked over to the pair and grabbed the smaller demon, "Don't freak her out."
Nifty made grabby arms towards Y/n as Angel lifted her into the air and Y/n's smile only widened at the sight.
"No, please don't worry. You didn't freak me out, Nifty. I am actually looking forward to working with you, I like your enthusiasm." Y/n sent Nifty a wink and the little demon's smile grew as her feet found solid ground again.
She shot a look up at Angel, nodding her approval as Y/n fixed her gaze on the spider demon as well.
"And you are...?" she prompted and Angel immediately fell into character.
Stepping forward, he leaned down towards her, running a hand through his hair while resting one of his elbows on her shoulder.
"Angel Dust is the name, but you can call me whatever you want."
He expected her to be flustered, to at least blush a bit. He waited for her to take a step back or even to be teased or jabbed the way Husk did when he was like this, but nothing of the sort came. Instead, Y/n's eyes glinted in the light, narrowing with intended mischief.
"Oh yeah?" she asked, taking a step closer to him and batting her eyes oh so prettily.
"I... uh..." Angel stuttered, completely taken aback.
Y/n dissolved into a fit of laughter, hands clutching at her stomach as she doubled over.
"I'm sorry!" she wheezed, "I couldn't help myself. I'm actually taken."
"You are?" Angel asked, growing more confused as she straightened back up, wiping a stray tear from her eye.
In a split second, Alastor was behind Y/n, his claws wrapping around her shoulders.
"She is." he replied and though his voice was calm and even, it sent shivers down Angel's spine.
Angel took a step back, scratching the back of his head as he looked away in discomfort.
"Oh, uh, sorry. Didn't realize you and the strawberry pimp here were an item."
"Strawberry..." Y/n laughed again, craning her neck to look up at Alastor behind her back, "I am not letting you live that one down."
Angel smiled, regaining his composure and placing his hands on his hips.
"Oh yeah? You shoulda heard what that girl who was in here a few days ago called him. 'Tall dark and creepy' was it?"
"And what girl might that be?" Y/n asked after a moment, crossing her arms over her chest as she sidled her way out of Alastor's grip, turning to face him.
"Mimzy." Husk answered before Alastor could reply, "She's just some lowlife who always hangs around when she needs Alastor to take care of some trouble she's caused."
Y/n let out a gasp.
"Mimz is here?" she asked excitedly, bouncing on her toes.
"She's here, darling." Alastor replied, "But she is no longer welcome in the hotel. Caused quite a bit of trouble for us when she visited after all, can't have her ruining my newest project."
"Well, can we go visit her? I miss her so much!"
"You know her?" Charlie asked, her voice laced with confusion.
Y/n turned to face Charlie, nodding intently.
"Yeah, she introduced us actually."
"Introduced certainly is a word for it." Alastor admitted and Y/n chuckled.
"Back when we were alive, she used to throw these 'singles parties.' As it turned out, Al and I both were using them as a hunting ground so to speak. When we met, he offered to walk me home and then pulled a knife on me. Of course, I already had my gun trained on him so we found ourselves in a bit of a sticky situation. It was so romantic." Y/n wistfully replied.
"Uh, yeah." Angel laughed, "Romantic. That's the word."
"So you guys knew each other when you were alive?" Vaggie asked.
"Yeah, we did." Y/n nodded, "You guys can ask whatever but first, I think there is one more person I have yet to meet?"
She turned expectantly towards Sir Pentious who up until this point had been standing quietly near the back of the group. At the redirection of the rooms attention, he felt his cheeks grow warm.
"This, Y/n, is our other guest." Charlie announced, gesturing towards the snake demon with an outstretched hand.
"Sir Pentious." he bowed lightly, "It is an honor to meet a demon as... as stunning as yourself."
There was a heartbeat, a single tense moment of silence. Then Y/n laughed, waving him off cheerily.
"Oh you, what a charmer."
"So you guys knew each other when you were alive? And you're... you're together?" Angel cut in, drawing Y/n's attention back to him as he lead her by her arm over to the bar.
They sat down beside one another, Husk slipping behind the counter and pouring them each a drink.
"Yep." Y/n replied, downing her drink and meeting Angel's eyes.
"How?" he prompted after a moment and Y/n laughed.
By now the rest of the gang had brought themselves over to where the pair sat and were listening intently. Alastor stood near the edge of the group, all the seats near his beloved having been snatched up before he had the chance. He crossed his arms over his chest, his patience beginning to wear thin.
Nearly one hundred years. It had been a lifetime since they had seen one another and the brief tour of the hotel he had given Y/n earlier was not enough to satiate the rabid hunger in his chest. Still, for her, he tried.
"Well, it was a ruse at first. Just a partnership. I watched for cops and he provided me with the brute strength I lacked. We were actually in the middle of chasing down one of his victims when he finally asked me out."
"You were a killer?" Pentious asked, enthralled.
"I was." Y/n nodded, "Until Al died and I was under too much suspicion to do so anymore."
"So you..." Charlie trailed off, counting on her fingers in deep concentration.
"Have been married for a hundred years give or take? Yep."
"Wait, hold on!" Angel exclaimed, "Married?"
"Did Charlie not tell you anything? More importantly, did Al never talk about me?"
Y/n raised her eyebrows, meeting her husband's gaze across the crowd. Alastro looked away, nearly bashful under her persistent gaze. It was Husk's turn to step in now, taking a sip of his own drink as he leaned across the bar.
"Alastor has enjoyed keeping his secrets." he candidly stated, "But there were one or two times he drank a little too much and let your name slip."
Alastor glared at Husk and Y/n grinned at her husbands reaction to the revelation.
"Always the troublemaker, that one but, god, do I love him."
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cillianmesoftlyyy · 2 days
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Sweet Revenge | Tom (The Party) x fem!reader
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Summary: Tom is acting strange and it doesn't take long for a friend to notice while at a party celebrating their mutual friend's political victory. When she steps in to question him about it, she learns more than she thought she would... but it makes their ride in the elevator a little more interesting.
Warnings: Infidelity (from multiple characters), drug use, dubious consent, semi-public sex, smut, p in v, guns, mentions of attempted murder, revenge.
word count: 3386k
Nothing Matters- The Last Dinner Party 🎶
Personal Jesus- Depeche Mode 🎵
Note: Sorry I disappeared for so long! I was dealing with some things and had to put Cillian to the side. I've missed this awesome community! I hope you all still remember me lol.
Please read warnings before continuing, thanks!
She heard about the election on the news that afternoon. Saying that she was ecstatic was an understatement. In fact, the moment she heard that Janet won (as she assumed she would) she dressed quickly and arrived at the celebratory party early. She fixed the bunched up fabric on her thigh and scratched an itch beneath the collar around her neck. She raised her fist to knock on the door when the elevator doors pinged and she turned. Tom stumbled out of the elevator, slightly disheveled and sweaty. When he noticed her he ran his hand through his hair and sniffed loudly, his eyes rolling over to meet hers. 
“Tom?” She smiled, her tone friendly and soft. Her eyes traveled up his body, dressed in a dark tailored suit. 
Tom cleared his throat before responding, strangely breathless. “Hello.” He looked behind him at the empty elevator and debated going back inside. The doors slid closed and he turned back dejectedly like a child caught in a crime. 
“You’re here early too,” she rubbed the top of her shoe down her leg, an anxious gesture. 
“Right, right… it's early. Maybe I should come back later.” He muttered beneath his breath and jabbed at the elevator call button. 
“I’m sure it's alright. I’m here early too,” she studied his nervous posture and the way his eyes darted between the hallway’s walls, anywhere but her face. “Where’s Marianne?” 
His face twitched at the mention of his wife’s name. His shirt was sticky against his skin and he wanted to leave. This was a mistake. 
“She’s coming later, told me to go ahead.” He sniffed loudly again and jerked his finger at the door behind her. “Have you already knocked?” His dark hair fell into his eyes where crow’s feet gathered. 
“No, I was just about to.” 
The elevator door opened with a second ping. Tom looked at the open doors and back to her. “Fuck all,” he cursed beneath his breath and met her at the door to Janet’s apartment. She resisted the urge to smell him, though his cologne wandered easily the short distance to her nose (notes of bergamot and spice). 
“Are you alright, Tom?” She asked cautiously and watched as his left hand flexed. He clenched his jaw and forced out a laugh. 
“Never better,” he rang the doorbell and waited anxiously as his heart raced in his chest. Janet opened the door and greeted them with overwhelming excitement. Tom’s resolve weakened and he struggled to remain level headed as he greeted his wife’s friend. This was not how it was originally supposed to go but he still had time… 
Janet invited them into the apartment and talked with her as Tom excused himself with a shaky smile. As soon as the door was closed behind him, he removed his jacket and checked the holsters on either side of his body, draped over his shoulders. Sweat pooled on his shirt and he fanned his hands over it, hoping it would dry. 
The girl watched the bathroom door while keeping a polite smile on her face for Janet who was retelling the events of the day. Loud music erupted from the speakers in the living room and she jumped, her hair standing on end for a brief moment. 
“That’s Bill, will you excuse me for a moment?” Janet wiped her hands on the front of her apron and disappeared into the next room. Her conversation with her husband was muffled by the music. She looked once again at the bathroom door and wiped her clammy hands on her forearms. There was something different about Tom and it irked her, not knowing what was going on. She was closest in age to Tom and Marianne and considered them her friends, though she didn’t actually know them well. She knew, however, that Tom had a problem with coke, all of the finance boys did. His attitude was stranger than usual, more paranoid and jumpy. The music quieted and Janet returned, humming happily to herself. As soon as she did, the doorbell rang and she spun around, clapping her hands excitedly. 
Tom splashed his face with cold water and let it run down his neck, far below his collar. He shivered beneath the water’s temperature and looked up into the medicine cabinet’s mirror. He imagined Bill in the next room, smugly splayed out in his old recliner. He imagined how good it would feel to shoot him, to get revenge against the man that defiled his wife. His wife. Anger flashed in his eyes and he bit down on the sleeve of his suit jacket, screaming silently into the fabric. He heard the doorbell ring and jumped, his heart dropped painfully into his stomach. He checked the gun in his holster for the fiftieth time that day, counting the round of bullets in the chamber. He waited until the new guests moved further into the apartment before leaving the bathroom. 
The girl watched Tom leave the bathroom and pause just before the door frame into the living room. His stomach quivered beneath his dress shirt as he breathed heavily. When she noticed him spin his wedding around his finger in an anxious instinct, she averted her eyes and flushed. He spun right around and went back into the bathroom. She followed him with her eyes, brows furrowed in extreme distress. 
Tom closed the door again and rubbed his face with his shaking hands. He rummaged through his pockets and retrieved a vial of white powder (coke… obvi). Yes, he had a problem. Obviously. Tom wiped the edge of the sink clean with his elbow and shook powder from the vial onto the surface. He arranged the powder in a line and did the line, shaking his head and sitting back against the rim of the bathtub. A smudge of powder stayed on his upper lip, providing evidence of what he’d done. He knocked his knuckles against the soft sides of his head and tried to regain control. He just needed to act normal, go into the living room and be fucking normal. He wiped away the traces of coke on the sink and fixed his hair in the mirror, trying to slick the greased strands back over his head. 
The girl twirled the cord of her necklace around her finger, her eyes stuck on the bathroom door. She jumped again when the door slammed open and Tom stumbled out, his pupils dilated and his eyes crazed. Tom bounded for the doorway into the living room and stopped abruptly. He walked back and forth, muttering beneath his breath as he did. 
“Tom?” She approached him carefully. Her voice startled him from his erratic state. He licked his lips nervously. 
“I forgot something in my car,” Tom blurted out and spun around a last time, walking quickly to the car. She followed him immediately, her eyes trained on the width of his shoulders. 
“I’ll go with you,” she insisted with a backwards glance at the living room, loud with guests. Tom didn’t respond as he made wide strides to the elevator doors. His breath was heavy and hard as he punched the call button and looked down at her, standing at his side. 
“What are you doing?” He asked. 
“I’m going with you.” She answered apprehensively. Tom cleared his throat, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down. 
“You don’t need to do that,” his eyes flicked back at the apartment door. When the elevator doors opened he sighed, debating what to do. He knew better than to go back into the apartment. He’d have to come back another time. She followed him into the elevator and pressed the lobby button for him, her ears growing hot. Tom coughed into his closed fist and started to sweat as the doors closed. 
“Is everything alright, Tom?” She asked him directly as the doors closed and the elevator sunk below the floor. 
“Fine. Fine.” He avoided eye contact and put his hands on his hips, the crotch of his pants bunching around his thighs. He looked up at the floor numbers flashing across the screen above the doors. 
“You don’t seem fine, Tom. What the hell were you doing in there just now?” She raised her eyebrow and crossed her arms. Tom groaned and pinched the bridge of his nose. 
“I’ve just had a long day.”
“Just one?” She asked him with a grunt. “You look like you haven’t slept in days… plural.” 
“Bitch.” Tom snapped and crossed his arms, mirroring her. 
The elevator jolted suddenly and the lights flickered. They stopped their bickering for a moment. She noticed the floor number had stopped at three. The buttons for each floor flashed across the board. 
“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck…” Tom repeated frustratedly and jabbed at the buttons. 
“Stop, you’ll make it worse.” She slapped his hands away and he groaned, resting his head against the wall of the elevator. 
“It’s stuck,” he mumbled and she nodded, her lips falling into a nervous frown. 
“Yes, it appears so.” She studied the buttons and jabbed at the one labeled “call.” 
Hello? The operator answered after a few seconds. 
“Hello, hi. We’re stuck in the elevator.”
I’ll call the fire department and maintenance. There might be a delay due to the parade traffic but we should have you out soon. Call again if anything happens.
“Damn, it sounds like we’ll be in here for a while.” 
“Fuck, just my fucking luck.” 
“You say fuck a lot,” she laughed off some of her discomfort. 
“Fuck you,” Tom added disheartedly. 
She moved back into a corner of the elevator and watched as Tom leaned into the wall, his breath fogging up the gold aluminum wall. 
“You might as well tell me what it is, now that we’ll be here for a while.” She looked down at her shoes and cleared her throat. “Just tell me,” she urged him but Tom only rolled his eyes, the reflection of it projected back at her. 
“Is it the coke?” She tried and Tom laughed. 
“You think I’m like this because of the coke?”
“You’re not giving me any other reason.” She shrugged and Tom turned to face her. 
“That’s not the reason.” 
“You have some of it left above your lip there,” she gestured to her top lip and Tom wiped his mouth quickly with his sleeve.
Tom sighed and slid down the wall into a crouching position, his hands clasped together in front of his face. He exhaled deeply and looked at the opposite wall, away from her. 
“I found out the other day that Marianne has been cheating on me.” His voice wavered as he spoke. 
“What?” She gasped softly. 
He twisted the wedding ring on his finger and chuckled darkly. 
“It’s been going on for months.” 
“Do you know who they are? The person that she’s cheating with?” She asked slowly, her brows furrowed and her heart beating quickly. 
“Yes,” he answered again with a chuckle, his voice pained. “She’s been fucking Bill.” 
“Bill?!” She slapped a hand across her mouth. “Her advisor? Bill’s cheating on Janet? What the fuck?!” The words all fell out of her mouth. Tom shook his head and with one angry movement chucked his wedding ring across the elevator at the opposite wall. The small piece of metal bounced off the wall with a sharp noise and settled between them on the floor. 
“So you were going to confront him?” She asked, everything coming together. 
He nodded and without warning, started to sob. She immediately knelt beside Tom and patted his back awkwardly. Tom, rather comedically, collapsed into her chest, his hands grappling at her sides. Her heart began to race as his face inched closer to her breast. Her hands shaked as she combed his hair (heavy with product) out of his eyes. 
“He stole my wife! He stole my wife,” he cried against her chest. 
“I’m sorry, Tom. I’m so sorry,” she whispered as she carded her fingers through his hair. The texture of his warm skin beneath her fingertips distracted her. The smell of his expensive cologne and hair product flooded her system. She resisted the urge to lick the scent from his neck, taut with tendons. Geez, she was a creep. Tom’s baby-like tears stained her shirt and made the material stick to the skin below. 
“Does Marianne know that you know?” She tried to focus herself back on the situation. 
“No, I saw it on her phone,” he hiccuped pitifully. “They’ve been fucking in my bed, our bed!” 
She shushed him softly as he started to cry again. His manic sobs racked his thick and muscular body. 
“Are you going to divorce her?” She whispered and Tom shook his head softly.
“I don’t know. I don’t know.” 
Tom pulled away and laid his head back against the elevator wall. She could make out all of the freckles and sun spots across his high cheekbones. She sighed as she reached a hand to his face and swept a tear away from his jaw. Tom turned his clear blue eyes to her’s. His wide lips quivered slightly as he panted from all of his emotions. 
“What she and Bill did is inexcusable, Tom. She doesn’t deserve you if she thinks this casually unfaithful behavior is ok.” She was on her knees now, her thighs flexed beneath her dress. 
Tom’s eye traveled up her body, starting on her fleshy thighs. She watched him curiously. Was he doing what she thought he was? Was he checking her out? Tom’s hand rose from the floor beside him and moved to her knee. 
“Y/N…” he whispered pitifully. Her heart fluttered in her chest and she nearly choked on her own exhale. His thumb rubbed circles into her exposed skin. She knew that she shouldn’t but what more harm could it do? Tom wanted to get back at his wife and she wanted to be fucked by Tom. Win/win situation- no, stop it. Don’t look at me like that! It’s totally ethical. Besides, the way his body leaned into her brought about a powerful force of attraction between them. The streaks of graying hair caught the fluorescent light like plastic rhinestones. 
She leaned forward, into his mouth and exhaled softly against his lips. Tom kissed her first, capturing her lips into a harsh kiss. She kissed him back and tugged gently at the roots of his hair. He moaned excitedly around her lips. Words failed them as they kissed. Their hands spoke softly to each other, begging and asking for more. She pushed off Tom’s coat, exposing the holster strung between his shoulder blades. 
“What the fuck?” She whispered, her eyes wide. “What the hell are you doing with a fucking gun, Tom?” 
“I-I just wanted to get back at them, at him. I’m just so angry,” Tom panted emotionally, his hands shaking. She looked between him and the gun and sighed. 
“I can think of another way to get back at them that doesn’t involve this,” she pointed at the gun strapped around his shoulder. Tom looked up at her, his eyes wide as she closed the distance again. She rose on her knees so that she could be taller than him and cupped his jaw. 
“I can think of something that we should do to get back at them,” she whispered against his wide lips. Tom didn’t respond, his heart beating fast and not just because of the cocaine.
“It goes something like this,” she kissed him with hesitant pecks before settling into a deep rhythm. His hands finally started to move up her hips, grasping the edge of her waist. His breath labored against her and she allowed a shuttering moan to escape; a product of pent up energy. 
“Tom… Tom..” she muttered between kisses, her hands pulled up on his stiff white collar, urging him closer. 
“Mmhm..” Tom hummed softly and guided her onto her back, sitting up between her knees. He towered over her and panted, his hands fumbling over his fly. She pulled down her own underwear and kicked it off her ankles. Tom pulled down his pants slightly and boxer briefs, immediately freeing his cock from his pants. He grabbed her thighs and pulled her closer. She slid across the elevator floor and slammed against his waiting hips. She giggled nervously, her face pink. 
“Are you wet enough?” Tom asked quickly, his hand fisting his erection. His dress shirt trailed over his hands, hiding some of his actions from her view. She nodded eagerly and raised the excess of her dress, pulling the material over her upper thighs. Tom nodded breathlessly and entered her without much warning, she gasped and clenched her fists. 
Tom cursed loudly beneath his breath as he filled her up completely. Her body stretched to accommodate him and the sensation sent shivers up both of their bodies like a cold chill. Tom thrusted at a slow rhythm as he worked himself deeper inside her. She whimpered loudly and steadied herself against the hall of the elevator as she slid back and forth on the floor. 
As her body opened more and more, his thrusts became harder and faster. He leaned over her and planted his hands firmly on the floor on either side of her waist. Bringing his hips closer to her, he fucked her aggressively. Instead of dragging out his hips before each thrust, he stayed as deep as possible inside of her and thrusted farther. 
“God you’re so good,” Tom panted as his mouth fell open into a moan. His eyebrows furrowed to keep him focused. 
“Mm-Marianne is an idiot,” she whined around her words and dug her fingers into Tom’s back. Tom fucked her faster as a response, proving himself to her. 
“Fuck- take it. Take it.” He commanded and she gasped as her orgasm grew. He panted with his mouth held open, his hips thudding against her. His curses flew from his mouth in octaves that grew higher as he felt himself spilling over the edge. 
“Tommmm,” she trailed off, mumbling incoherently. He slowed down as he reached his climax so that he could see her reaction. He lowered himself closer to her and laced his fingers gently around her throat. Pulling one of her legs closer around his hip, he fucked her deeply but slow. His fingers flexed and tightened around her soft neck. He studied her closely, sweat pooling between his shoulders and the peak of his brow.
“I know, honey. I know. Marianne could never handle this but you like it when I fuck you. You’d beg me, wouldn’t you?” He whispered as his cock began to flex inside of her. She squeezed her thighs and he grunted, forcing himself through her body’s automatic resistance. She nodded and licked her lips. 
“Fuck, you feel so much better than her.” He continued to grunt, his teeth gritting. She pulled at the graying roots of his hair, her palms cradling his face. With a sharp yell, Tom finished inside her. His hips rocked against her until he had spilled everything out inside her. Their panting filled the air between them and synced into a rhythm. 
“That was fucking amazing, Tom.” She whispered, her voice weak over her racing heart. 
“Kiss me,” Tom growled. She raised her head slightly to place a kiss on his chapped lips. They kissed sweetly, until a steady beeping noise drew them away from their bodies. The elevator’s panel lit up as it was restarted. They hurriedly separated. Tom tucked in his shirt and buttoned his pants. She pulled her underwear back on and smoothed down her hair. Seconds later, the elevator doors opened to a team of mechanics. The mechanics raised their eyebrows collectively at the couple inside, their faces flushed and sweaty handprints still visible on the elevator’s walls. 
“Thank you so much,” she tried to smile normally at the men as they stumbled out of the elevator. Tom gave the mechanics one more backwards glance before they hurried for the stairwell. Slamming the door closed behind them, Tom shoved her up against the wall inside the stairwell. The sound reverberated up the cement structure, ringing in her ears. He kissed her neck, sucking parts of her flesh to make small hickeys. She sighed as she pulled his face to meet her again and kissed him, her lips pulled into a smile.
“We should do this again,” Tom mumbled darkly against her lips. She nodded and bit his bottom lip gently. 
“How about right now?”   
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"Let me help you forget" Theodore Nott X Reader PT. 6
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Part 6 already, loves! Look how far we've come. It's been a little while, but I'm finally free to take all the time I need for these two idiots. For new readers: this part can be read independently, but I highly suggest you get all the tea from the parts before. Enjoy my little rascals<3
There was a comfortable weight on you. The gentle sound of birds chirping and warm sunlight streaming into your room. Way too much sunlight given the time it should be. You smiled softly at the comfort of being woken up so gently, when... Shit. There was no way your room should be bathed in sunlight at 6am on an early spring day, you were used to waking up in the dim morning fog surrounding Hogwarts. You had overslept! Jerking up, you saw an arm slung over your waist, tracing it back to Theo's sleeping form. Merlin have mercy. The events of last night came crashing down on you all at once.
The boy who had saved your life and nursed you to sleep, holding you until your fears melted away like your tears had. How he slept so peacefully next to you now, not even letting go of you in his unconscious state. His soft breaths were fanning the rogue strands of hair that framed his godsent face and you wondered how you had ever woken up without him by your side. He stirred softly as you adjusted yourself to get a better look at him, trying to assure yourself that this was real and not in fact a trick of your mind, one of your torturous dreams.
"Are you watching me sleep, pretty girl?" His husky morning voice snapped you back into reality as he lazily smiled, not ready to open his eyes and move just yet. Busted. You scrambled, trying to change the topic. "Theo, we're late to class." This did indeed get him to open his sleepy eyes, groaning slightly as he moved up. Immediately, you missed his weight on you. "Like how late?" Good question. Fearing the number on the dial, you checked the time. Shit again. "Uh...so we missed first period. And second is starting in...7 minutes. Ugh, shit! This can't be, I set my alarm!"
A soft chuckle of his met your ears as he leaned back into the comfort of your bed, pulling you with him gently. He wrapped his arms around you again and let out a deep sigh, as if you had all the time in the world for this. You almost forgot the urgency of your problem at the now familiar feeling of his warm embrace. But alas, you took school very seriously, unlike the boy risking detention just to snuggle up to you a bit longer. "Theo, what in Merlin's beard are you doing? I just said we're late!"
Another chuckle. "It's okay, Y/n. We're not going to make it anyway. Let's just go to third class and stay here for a little while..." Without you having even agreed yet, he pulled your thigh up to rest on his lower stomach and nuzzled his face into your hair with another sleepy sigh. You swore in that moment that he could feel the heat that just shot through you, like a fire threating to swallow you whole. But you remained stubborn. "I'm going to class, we'll already have McGonagall on our back for missing first period. Oh, and you're coming with me."
He groaned, the boy didn't think he'd physically be able to leave the comfort of the little haven you'd created for yourselves. But you were right. And seeing how serious you were about your studies, your little straight A student attitude did things to him. So, he obeyed and got up with minimal backtalk as you ushered him. From then on, it was all panic and frenzy. Well, for you. Theo just ran a hand through his disgustingly perfect hair and raided your vanity cabinet for some mouthwash as you scrambled for your uniform. He watched you in amusement as you slipped your tights on carefully, earning him a pillow in the face. "Turn around, perv!"
And when you were done, you slung your book bag over your arm and grabbed his hand, almost yanking the poor boy out of the room. "1 minute Theo, hurry! Snape is going to use us as a live example for a deadly spell in front of the whole class!" Oh, how he adored you. No other girl would be pulling him through the halls of Hogwarts at 8:59 in the morning in a half sprint, having him crying laughing. Oh, how he drove you crazy. No other boy would be laughing at the terror you'd experience for being late to Snape's class.
The trek was long and you steadied your breath, bracing yourself as you stood in front of the classroom door. "Hey." Theo started. You didn't pay him much mind, busy with trying to muster up a solid excuse for being late. "Y/n..." When you still didn't snap out if it, he moved forward grinning, as he placed a cheeky kiss on the lips he didn't get nearly enough of yet. That did the job. You whipped your head up to look at him, wide-eyed. He just huffed out a humoured laugh and placed a hand on the small of your back as he opened the door with all of the confidence in the world, guiding you in.
Class was in full swing and all eyes darted to you immediately. Some in pity, knowing that you were going to get scolded by Snape in a second. But most in complete and utter shock at the sight before them. There they stood, Y/l/n and Nott, the infamous, maniacal school rivals had just stumbled into the classroom together coincidentally, late and both equally as disheveled looking. Only know were you suddenly conscious of how loosely your crooked tie hung around your neck and how Theo's shirt hung halfway open, exposing part of his chest. You knew what the others must've been assuming. And you hated how deeply it excited you.
"You are late." Snape was on your ass fast. Missing no beat, Theo turned to him, his voice a whisper so only the three of you could hear. "Professor Snape. We're deeply sorry about this. Miss Y/l/n was viciously attacked last night on school grounds. And between us....She still seems deeply disturbed, which is why I've only now managed to get her to class. But I witnessed the entire situation. And I'd be happy to explain it to you, as long as she gets to sit down and rest. She doesn't need any more trouble." Goddamn he was good. Did he just come up with that on the spot? He knew you weren't "deeply disturbed" by anything but the fact that he'd kissed you and you'd nearly melted into a puddle in front of Snape's classroom door.
Eyeing you both suspiciously, Snape merely nodded and walked out of the room, a silent invitation for Theo to follow and plead your case. He turned his head and sent you a smirk before walking out. Without his cocky presence next to you, you quickly scrambled to your seat next to Pansy, trying to evade all kinds of curious stares. But hers seemed to be the worst of all. "Y/n." Oh, if looks could kill. "You have five words to explain why the fuck you're dropping in late with a half dressed Nott on your back."
You simply buried your face in your hands and prayed to whoever would listen to make you disappear out from under her stare. But she was relentless and with a sigh you spoke. Okay five words..."Uh...potions, lake...dementor...Theodore and...sleepover?" Her mouth flew open. But she completely ignored the mention of the dementor. "Sleepover?" She'd exclaimed, too loudly for your liking as you saw some girls that you knew were crushing on Theo whip their heads around at the word. "Pansy..." "Okay, okay, sorry! Turn back, you said Dementor? Are you okay?"
"I'm fine, yes. Thanks to him." I sighed. The look on her face was almost comical, you'd never seen an individual so visibly bamboozled. Now suddenly the door swung open and Snape walked back in, followed by a very proud looking Theodore. He smirked at you as he breezed past you on his way to his seat and the room went silent as your eyes locked. Trying to flee the tension given the inappropriate surroundings you grabbed your water bottle, nearly choking on the large sip you took as Pansy took in your shared chemistry and blurted: "Merlin, Y/n! Did you fuck Nott?"
A snicker erupted from his spot in the classroom as you felt your cheeks growing a worrying shade of crimson. You turned to see Theodore, still smirking as he slapped away Mattheos hand that waited to be met with a high five. "Pansy! No, for heavens sake, please! Nothing happened, can we talk about this another time?" She didn't seem satisfied with this, not at all. But she simply gave you a playful eye roll and nodded. And when class finished, you made a quick excuse to scurry away as quickly as possible. You moved towards the door, until a large hand gently wrapped around your wrist.
You looked up to see Theo looking down at you from his unfair perfect height, that dangerous smirk still painted on his even more unfair perfect features. You had no chance against whatever it was he made you feel. He was a danger to all girls on this planet, like ever. His hands traveled up your body and came up to your neck, causing you to instinctively take in a sharp breath as you closed your eyes. But he merely fixed your crooked tie, grin growing larger. Damn him and how such a nonchalant, simple gesture sent your mind to unholy places. "Thanks." You muttered and left the classroom as panicked as you had entered it, leaving the wicked boy smiling as he took in the remnants of your perfume lingering in the air. How funny that today of all days, you had time to put it on. Maybe it had to do with the fact that he'd told you it drove him wild. Or maybe you were just toying with him.
Whatever it was, Theodore was going to figure you out. Every single inch of you. If it's the last thing he did.
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Those Eyes - Dean Winchester P3
Title: Those Eyes - Dean Winchester Part 3
Words: 3,394
Relationship: Dean Winchester X Reader
TW: Strong language. Angst, Sexual Tension, Choking, Dom-Sub, Fingering, Hair-pulling, Spanking.
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Part 1 - Part 2
Haha, just realised that every GIF I've used for these parts have all had him licking his lips. I didn't realise before this that I had a thing for it, outing myself haha 😳💜
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Goosebumps formed on my body as his right hand found my waist, I gasped softly at the contact. He smirked as he looked over my body, his hand rubbing a path up my chest, between my breasts and to my neck. I bit my lip, his eyes catching the movement and smirking as he recognised my weakness to his hand on my neck. My knees felt weak as his smirk grew evil. He gripped my neck, squeezing the sides softly to restrict blood flow but not affecting my breathing. I gasped, as he moved closer to me. His lips were less than an inch from mine as he looked into my eyes.
"If you lock that door tonight, there will be hell to pay, got it?" He asked, his lips ghosting over mine. I internally begged for him to kiss me, his lips touching mine and taunting me wasn't enough, I needed to taste his lips, his tongue. All of him. I need it! I nodded quickly as he raised an eyebrow at me, clearly wanting an answer. He smirked softly before his eyes narrowed on me. His grip tightened slightly, I bit my bottom lip, eyes rolling back as I tried controlling my breathing. "Food is waiting for us, you have three minutes to get dressed or you're wearing nothing," He instructed, releasing my neck and stepping back. I gulped as I looked at him. As good as being naked with Dean sounds, I don't think Sam would be pleased. "You're wasting time," He added. I pulled myself back to reality, stepping away to hurry to my clothes. Grabbing the first things I could find to put on.
I threw on my joggers, stumbling slightly as I noticed Dean just watching me dress. Still staying true to his words, looking at me like he wanted to eat me. I believed he couldn't actually be able to look at me that way but somehow he has proven me wrong. I reached for the first cotton fabric I touched, yanking it out of the bag and throwing it on. I looked down as I pulled my shirt down, I was wearing black joggers with a bleached flower design on the sides and a black tank top that was maybe one size too tight but my go-to shirt to show off my boobs and get free drinks in the bars.
I snickered to myself as I realised that Dean had to play pool to earn money for drinks, working hard for it and all I had to do was walk around with flesh showing.
I turned around, flashing Dean a smile as I looked at him. He took his time looking up at my body to meet my eyes. He released his bottom lip from between his teeth to smile at him. Something about the moment felt wholesome to me. I began remembering how I had fallen for Dean. His smile, his positive energy. Sam always complained that he was angry and secretly hated himself but all I could see was a ray of light and joy. Sam and I could never agree on the topic.
Dean's eyes quickly shifted to wanting to eat me, and I felt my neck muscles tighten. "You're going to wear a tank top with no bra?" He asked menacingly. I bit my lip a little nervously. Dean smirked as he advanced towards me. He lifted my chin to look up at him as he looked down on me with dark eyes and that sexy smirk. "Perfect, I'm going to be able to watch your nipples harden when you look at me," His voice was deep and felt like satin. He lowered his lips closer to mine, our noses touching as he used my lips as a microphone. "You know, you still have about a minute," He added, smirking as he watched the thoughts behind my eyes.
We still have a minute, are we going to make out before we have to go to the food? God, I wish he would just hurry up and kiss me.
"I want to use this minute to know what is off limits." He explained slowly, my eyebrows furrowed slightly but Dean smirked. He moved his hand from my chin to pull my hair slightly. I bit my bottom lip as I moaned softly, my eyes rolling to the back of my head. "Is hair pulling okay?" He asked slowly. I quickly nodded as I peered back into his gorgeous green eyes. His hand found my neck. I gasped as he choked me softly. "Is choking okay?" I nodded instantly. He smirked, holding back a chuckle. I smirked at his reaction.
He left goosebumps on my skin, his fingers releasing my neck, slowly trailing down my right breast, over my hardened nipple, across my stomach and playing just beneath the waistband of my joggers. I held my breath in anticipation of his touch.
"Is touching okay?" He smirked, watching my deep breathing as my heart rate quickened. I nodded quickly. I practically whimpered as he moved his hand back.
I gasped as he suddenly pushed and pulled me to move me. I caught my breath as he positioned me in front of him, chest on the bed and my ass against his crotch. I bit my lip as he pushed his hips into mine. "Can I drag you around?" He asked, satisfaction in his tone. I nodded quickly. I bit down harder on my lip as he slapped my ass a little harshly. "Spanking?" I glanced back to see him smile as I nodded my head again. He leaned forward, grabbing both of my wrists and slowly moving them behind my back, my chest pushing into the bed. Dean held my wrists in one large hand. "Restraints?" He asked, I nodded again. "God, we might need more than a minute to find something off-limits," He commented with a chuckle. I smiled at his adorableness, it's such Dean's fashion to make a joke during such a serious situation. I chuckled as I rolled my eyes at him. Damn him for being so cute. "Stand up," He instructed. Not as much harshness to his tone as before. I followed instructions, standing up and turning in his arms to face him. "Kissing?" He asked slowly, he admired my lips as his hand found my check. I gulped as I nodded slowly. I closed my eyes as he leaned in. His lips barely touching mine, I leaned in softly. "We have to go but we're finishing this later," He whispered against my lips. I froze, rolling my eyes slightly at the denial.
"Promise?" I tempted, biting my lip as his eyes devoured me. It was his turn to nod quickly. I smirked seeing that I also have control over Dean. Maybe this isn't just one-sided, maybe he also has a weakness to me. I sucked my teeth slightly as an idea occurred to me. I smirked knowing I had to find the courage to try it.
"Lady's first," He instructed, gesturing with his hand towards the door. I smiled gratefully following his directions, I groaned slightly as he slapped my ass. I glanced back as I walked, his smirk filled out his cheeks as he took large steps to open the door for me.
"Thank you," I smirked, waiting and smiling as Dean smacked my ass again. He chuckled as he walked beside me.
We walked into Sam distributing the food onto the coffee table as he watched the TV. He glanced up at us with a smile. We all watched TV as we ate, occasionally commenting on the movie but mainly relaxing after quite a drive this morning and then working on the case. Dean and I would make eye contact but usually, it was stealing glances.
After a while, Dean must have gotten bored with the movie and decided to watch me instead. I clenched my thighs together instinctively as his eyes watched me intently. I took a second to compose myself before committing to the idea I had earlier. I have proof that I affect Dean as well, might as well test out the extent. I sucked my teeth, mentally preparing myself before looking at Dean. He smirked once we made eye contact. I bit my lip, looking him up and down, no longer hiding the fact I love to check him out. He's just too hot not too.
He looked surprised when my eyes met his again. He gulped, nervousness seeming to creep onto his features. I smirked as I bit my bottom lip, his eyes watched my lips intently as his breath quickened. I smirked a little wider now understanding why Dean loved to mess with me and get me flustered. I grew wetter and more confident as I watched him. He took a deep breath, his eyes moving down to my breasts. He practically growled as he realised his breath. I smirked as Sam looked at him confused.
"You good?" Sam asked, clearly concerned by the noise. I bit back a chuckle.
"Yeah," Dean nodded, I watched as he struggled to take his eyes off me. I smirked, biting my lip to stop myself from laughing as Sam looked at him like he was crazy and went back to watching the movie.
"Anyone want a beer?" I asked, purposely leaning forward to put something on the coffee table. I smirked as I could feel Dean's eyes on my cleavage. Though I looked innocent, placing something on the table, Dean and I both knew it was purposeful.
What's the point in having boobs if not for Dean to gawk at?
The boys both agreed to a beer, I stood, Dean's eyes watching my every move. I smirked as I swayed my hips temptingly as I walked to the kitchen. I opened the fridge, now out of sight of the boys. I took the time to take a deep breath to compose myself and fan of some of the cold air from the fridge onto my burning skin. I heard shuffling around and peeking around the corner. Dean was collecting the trash from food, something that was usually done by Sam.
"Thanks," Sam commented, slightly confused as Dean grabbed Sam rubbing. I hurried to grab the beers out and put them on the counter. Dean's only clearing up so he can join me in the kitchen.
"Turn it up, I don't want to miss it," Dean commented, I bit my lip as the volume of the movie went up. I focused on slowly opening the beers, purposely taking my time to be alone with Dean. Dean practically threw the trash on the counter beside me, I gasped as he grabbed my shoulder, spinning me around to face him. I smirked preparing myself to have snarky remarks and teasing words but the words never fell from his lips.
His hand found my neck, the other on my waist. He rushed to kiss me, his lips crashing onto mine as he squeezed my neck slightly. I hurried to kiss him back, the months of anticipating this moment making the kiss all the more needy. His tongue entered my mouth as our lips moved in sync. I snaked my arms around his neck as he dropped his hands to my thighs, pulling me up to sit me on the kitchen counter. I gasped against his lips, his mouth hungry for me as he pulled my body against his. His lips felt like electricity and tasted exactly how I'd hoped.
He held the back of my neck, deepening the kiss as he grabbed my ass. I moaned softly, my need for him multiplying by tenfold. He smirked against my lips, and a hand found my hair, grabbing a handful as he pulled it slightly to disconnect our lips. I breathed heavily as he glared at me. My lips felt bruised from the force we were kissing, his lips begged to be kissed again. I whimpered as I bit my lip. Watching as he smirked, his eyes devouring me. I quivered internally. I gasped as his left hand trailed down my waist, I held my breath as his hand ventured into the waistband of my joggers. Dipping inside to draw patterns on my hip bone. I gulped, eyes rolling to the back of my head.
"You're going to go back." He explained slowly, his hand teasingly inching towards my wetness. My breath caught in my throat as my eyes met his. I breathed deeply as his fingers circled my clit. He pulled on my hair a little harder. "You're going to say goodbye and go to your room," He continued, I nodded quickly gulping as his fingers circled my clit slowly. "You're going to leave your door unlocked and wait for me naked on the bed," He bit his lip as his fingers slid down, and he groaned quietly. "Fuck, you're so wet," He seemed to wince before he pulled me back to his lips. Kissing his lips hungrily before he pushed two fingers inside me. He used his tongue to silence my moans. Once his fingers were as deep as he could get them he curled them inside me, pushing on the spot that made my hips automatically rotate against him. He smirked against my lips. His tongue danced with mine before he bit my bottom lip. Pulling back a little to look me deep in my eyes. My breath quivered as his fingers were relentless. He released my bottom lip, breathing heavily as he admired me. His eyes have never looked so hungry.
He breathed heavily, seeming to just be enjoying kissing me and fingering me. I bit my lip, whining slightly that I had to remain silent, something I was majorly struggling with.
"Fuck, I can't wait," He growled, his lips back on mine, tongue entering my mouth instantly. I moaned against him, his fingers moving faster, practically begging for me to cum on his hand. I clenched my thighs together, the familiar feeling of building up churned my insides. He pulled my neck closer, the kiss more needy as his lips moved with mine as if they had kissed for years. His tongue expertly dominated mine as my mind clouded with the thought of sitting on his face, his tongue working on my pussy just like how he was kissing me.
He pulled back, lips instantly finding my neck as I held my head back, giving him full access to me. He made out with my neck, his fingers finding a fast rhythm that made cuming hard to avoid. I bit my lip, silencing myself as he bit my neck.
"Biting, okay?" He whispered breathlessly. I nodded quickly. He grinned against my neck before biting on my neck between kisses. I breathed heavily. My muscles tightened as my mouth dropped open, God, I want to moan so loudly but I have to be quiet, he's still messing with me. My eyes rolled back as I gulped. A powerful orgasm is just seconds away.
"Dean," I practically whimpered.
"I know, baby." He spoke softly as his lips quickly found mine, his tongue entering my mouth to silence me. His fingers curled a little faster, pushing deeper inside me. I wanted to scream. The feeling of such intense pleasure and knowing it was Dean pleasing me, only made the orgasm harder to postpone. "Cum for me, baby," He spoke against my lips. A small moan escaped my mouth before his tongue silenced me. I breathed through my nose as the orgasm hit me like a train. His fingers worked harder through my orgasm, prolonging it as he kissed me deeply. He seemed to listen to my breathing, slowing his pace as my orgasm subsided.
My brain turned to mush as he slowly pulled his fingers out of me. His lips leaving mine to bite his bottom lip, his eyes watching mine closely as he sucked his fingers clean. Moaning quietly as his eyes rolled back at the taste. I practically gawked at his reaction, my breath stumbling to leave my chest. He opened his eyes, desire riddling them without doubt. He pulled his fingers from his mouth slowly, he raised an eyebrow at me as he moved his fingers closer to me. I opened my mouth as I stuck my tongue out. He groaned softly at the action. He pushed his fingers into my mouth slowly. Watching intently as I didn't flinch the deeper his fingers got. He bit back a moan as his knuckles reached my lips.
"I hope you slept well last night, you're going to need as much energy as you can," He commented, his voice deep with desire. His fingers quietened my moan. He slowly pulled them out. I sucked my juices from them before they left my mouth. Dean's breath quickened. "Fuck," He growled, his eyes darkening before his hand gripped my neck. His lips hovering in front of mine. "Wait in your room," He instructed before kissing me. I hurried to taste him more, knowing I would have to stop kissing him only made me crave him more. He seemed to melt into my lips, clearly not wanting to stop kissing me either. He seemed to find some self-control as he pulled back, breathing heavily and glaring at me with lust-filled eyes. "Don't even say goodbye, I can't wait that long." He instructed his lips finding mine again. He grabbed my ass with both hands. Pulling me off of the counter and holding me against him. He slowly walked to the door, still out of Sam's sight as he kissed me. His tongue pushed my tongue aside as he seemed to lose all his self-control and pushed my back against the wall. His hips pushed into mine as he squeezed my ass a little tighter.
I moaned against his lips, his throbbing erection pushing against me, driving me crazy to feel him inside me, to taste more of his skin.
"What are you doing?" Sam called into the kitchen. I gasped, forgetting Sam was here but Dean didn't care to stop kissing me straight away. His lips moved from mine to my neck. I rested my head against the wall, biting my lip to silence my moan. His hips pushed into me again.
"Y/N's going back to her room," Dean explains, his voice slightly muffled by my neck.
"Everything okay?" Sam asked, concern in his tone and I knew I had to reply. God, I don't think I can. Dean smirked against my neck.
"Yeah," My voice trembled as Dean purposely pushed into me again. I glared at him as he smirked. He moved back, lips hovering over mine as he grinned triumphantly. My breathing halted as his unquivering strength continued to hold me up. His eyes watched my lips intently, clearly wanting to kiss me again. I never want him to stop kissing me.
"Okay," Sam spoke uneasily. Obviously unconvinced by my answer. Dean smirked as he remained close to me.
"I'm going to just head out, see you tomorrow," I explained, raising an eyebrow at Dean. He smirked as he slowly kissed me. It took my breath away, he was kissing me like he was in love with me, not like he was desperate to fuck me. The passion and meaning made my insides churn. The kiss alone was enough to remind me exactly why I had fallen for him before he started teasing me.
"See you tomorrow," Sam called back. Dean smiled against my lips, moving slowly as he pulled away. His eyes made my knees weak. He smiled at me as he placed me down. Holding onto me as I straightened up, making sure not to let go as my legs were shaking from the orgasm. He leaned in, lips ghosting my ear. Breath fanning my neck and sending shivers down my spine.
"I'll be there in a few minutes," He whispered, his lips kissing my cheek before pulling back to smile at me. He seemed so innocent and sincere. I gulped, nodding softly as he grinned. He kissed me again before stepping back. Opening the door for me and slapping my ass while I walked out. I giggled to myself as he closed the door behind me.
I practically ran to my room, anticipation riding my skin.
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౨ৎ ⋆。˚ℰ𝓁𝓁𝒾ℯ 𝒲𝒾𝓁𝓁𝒾𝒶𝓂𝓈 𝓍 ℱℯ𝓂.ℛℯ𝒶𝒹ℯ𝓇 ౨ৎ ⋆。˚ 𝓟𝓪𝓻𝓽 𝟏
(𝐄𝐧𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐡 𝐢𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐦𝐲 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐮𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐬𝐨 𝐢𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫 𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐢 𝐚𝐩𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐢𝐳𝐞)
Why...
Why from every person in this planet Y/n L/n needed to fall in love with her
Ellie Williams.
Ellie Fucking Williams.
The player of the school, who fucked every girl she saw, who didn't give two shits about people or they're feelings, who was an absolute cunt.
But then why...
Why did she had to be so pretty, so beautiful that every night you would lay in bed and look at the ceiling and think of her pretty face and how lovely it would be to kiss her pretty plump lips...
oh how beautiful love is..but how cruel can it be...
But why would someone like her, ever look at you the way you look at her...
You were just a girl who loved reading till dawn, all alone, someone who cared so much about her grades that didn't even had one person to talk too...someone who was too far too gone on their own head that the only thought of begin alone for the rest of their life was making them go crazy...
But here you are now..
In class, paying attention to what the teacher was explaining, even tho you were only person who was really paying attention, the pretty girl that nobody dared to talk too because they were intimidated by her...like she was judging every move they were making.
But there was another person paying attention, the only problem was that this certain person wasn't paying any mind to the teacher explaing how ancient Romans used to torture people, no...she was looking at the pretty girl beside the window, the smart girl that was the only one that actually had an instrested look on her face during the whole lesson.
The girl that would make her heart skip a beat every time she glanced at her...
She knew you could never be with her..
She knew you were much better then her and deserved someone who could do so much more then what ellie could give you.
But even tho she knew all of this she couldn't stop her self from begin a little selfish, and the mere though that someone other than her could lay they're filthy hands on your beautiful body would drive her mad.
DING DONG!
The sound of the bell woke her from her day dream, she noticed people getting up from their seats and her eyes landed immediately on the shy girl once again as she watched her frame exit the door.
Ellie sighed as she grabbed her bag, and as the other students she got up and exited the plain classroom.
The brunette girl was walking around the hallways, people started to notice how strange she was behaving in the past few weeks...oh if only they knew....that the so called ''player of the school'' actually had fallen in love with someone that she could never have.
The girl was far too gone on her head, her mind racing with thoughs that she didn't even notice that she bumbed into someone, that motion woke her from her day dreams and made her look up to the individual that she slam into...
The moment she realized...
Oh the moment she realize....
That the girl that has been driving her nuts for the past few weeks was the girl she had eyes on.
Hey eyes widen like a fawn that was about to be hit by a car in the middle of the streets, she was experecing too many emotions in that moment that she didn't even realize that the love of her life spoke to her...
''Oh sorry, i didn't mean to bump into you, but it's quite dificult walking around these crowded halls..'' the girl chuckled awkwardly since bumping in her crush wasn't part of her schedule for the day.
''Oh yeah they're something else...haha,,,and the fault is mine, i wasn't looking where i was going'' Ellie chuckled lightly scratching the back of her neck still not beliving that her crush was talking to her.
They both stared at each other for a bit before Y/n broke the awkward silence.
''I better go now'' she said, her cheeks tinted with a soft pinkish color.
''Oh yeah of course...uhm...Bye...'' The green eyed girl said waving at her crush, while she was already out of sight, she immediatly cringed at how awkward she was.
The day ended and the 2 didn't saw each other for the rest of the school day. Their hearts were aching for more of the other, that night neither of them could sleep, their head and hearts only wanting one thing...each other...
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Feather of Fate🕊️
Lucifer x seraphim!fem!reader
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Soulmate arc
I wrote this late at night so not proof read yet.
It's going down~
little Angst, Violence, major death
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Chapter 9 > Chapter 10
Shock and being scared was an understatement of feelings that Lucifer, Charlie and the others are facing right now. The others follow Lucifer like a lost puppy, as they walked through the halls of the horror Playhouse. 
Lucifer remembered every angle of this place. This is where he began creating things for heaven and then for Lilith. 
Or rather it was. 
His eyes were set on the horrible victims of Michael. The Mangled Angels that looked like the worst demon. 
Worser than any of the demon he saw in hell. Probably even worser than Rue.
At some point they were standing in front of an empty cell that was stained with golden blood and your aura.
Beside the cell there was none other than Leonardo looking right at the group. 
He was already expecting them.
“Long time no see, Lucifer.”
….
You walked with your bare foot on the golden floor, beside you stood Michael, Azrael, and Gabriel. 
They were guarding you up the stairs. Watching you like hawks do with their prey with those glowing dangerous eyes.
You’re going to meet him, the famous God almost everyone is worshipping.
The one you served such a long time.
The one who let you down so easily. 
The God that you were sure despites you with his very being.
Maybe it was wrong to think that way. But you couldn't shake off the feeling that something will happen.
Your hands were still chained up, but your feet were walking almost on Autopilot.
You wanted to stay in that cell and rot in there in peace, rather than facing someone who let you down easily. 
“Y/n?” Your eyes widen at that voice, a warm feeling spread around your chest, and you felt like you wanted to cry. Nothing is more calming than a mother���s voice to its child.
And yet you didn’t look up nor give her nay response that you’ve heard her. After all you didn’t forgive her how she just let you fall and that it was her idea in the first place. 
Michael told you everything.
Even though he can’t be trusted you couldn’t help but believe him. The bittersweet taste that allures you into his darkness was tempting.
You were tempted to fall into his madness. But the memories you and Lucifer shared were the only thing that destroyed you and kept you sane.
Gabriel glared at Sera, “why is she here? She isn’t supposed to be here.” He ushered towards Azrael who just shrugged him off. 
Your hand clenched hard. You don’t want to see her. Not when she looks at you with these pitiful eyes, even though it is her fault all alone. 
“What have you done to my daughter?” Sera looked in horror at the bruises on your wrist and body. The bruises around your wrist were almost deep purple, black almost.
The guilt in Sera was indescribable. It was eating her alive in these last few Months.
It was all her fault; it was a simple punishment that ended in torture. 
“Not much.” Michael answered giving Sera a white rose. “Father wants to see you too.”
You wanted to disappear. The heavy load on your shoulder was too much to handle. 
The hurt of the betrayal from Lucifer was too recent to forget and that your mother showed up is your worst luck.
The pain in your chest spread when you looked finally at you Mother. Feathers all scattered, it seemed she haven’t preened them in a while. 
You miss your wings. 
The walk ended in a huge sky land and pastel clouds were surrounding the area, the light was all centered in one direction where you could see a silhouette. 
A soft tune played. A tune Lucifer used to hum to you when you dozed off on his lap. 
The ghost feelings of his clawed fingers massaging your scalp, not hurting you in the process. Unwilling tears fell from your eye socket, after all that has happened you miss him. 
You missed the Hotel, you missed hell. 
You missed the time with Husk and Angel.
The soft tune comforted you in a weird way and a soft voice called you into the light. 
Don’t go into the light. 
Your mind was screaming at you to run. 
Danger. 
Michael gestures for you to step forward. You wanted to move, but your feet don’t move. The anxiety was filling your lungs and now stopped every body movement. 
You forced your feet with all your strength just to stand in the light that was few meters away.
“My, My. After all those months and years, I finally can speak to you in person.” You’ve never heard his voice before, and you just know its his. 
It echoed through the wind and in your body through Skull and bones. The sound of heels meeting the quartz ground was in an even rhythm.
A warm but somehow cold finger pushed your chin up and you saw a tall figure with four eyes surrounding its silhouette. 
He has almost the same hat as Lucifer and the same shit eating grin. 
“Poor Child.”
Your eyes twitched; you don’t need any pity from anyone. Not even God himself. “I don’t need your sympathy.” He only chuckled at your comeback, “I was almost worried that my son may corrupted you. Michael is a lot to deal with.” God lets go of your chin and you almost fell on your knees. 
The sudden weakness surprised you. God snapped with his fingers and the chains broken loose. 
“But I don’t appreciate this type of violence towards my daughter in law. Lucifer wouldn’t be happy to see you in this state darling. So, let’s get you patched up, hm?” This is off. 
Why is he so nice? 
Doesn’t he hate Lucifer? 
Doesn’t he hate you?
God laughed at your cute little misunderstanding. “Oh, my dear I hate nobody. Not even towards Lucifer. I’m just disappointed that this all came so far. You got treated the wrong way because of my recklessly. That’s not how I planned you two to meet.” He sighs, “So answer me one question.” He turned towards you and lifted you up. The bruises on your body slowly disappeared into your skin. 
“What do you desire?”
“How do you know we were coming Leonardo?” Lucifer looked with his scarlet eyes into Leonardo’s golden ones. 
“Who wouldn’t save their soulmate. I would, even if it means that I’ll get cast away from heaven. I knew you’d come” Leonardo took few steps forward, but Lucifer stayed on his grounds.
“Tell me Lucifer, what would you do for her?” Lucifer growled. 
He’d do anything for you. 
He wants your back; he needs your back. 
Leonardo lunged at Lucifer with his spear landing a cut above his eyebrow. 
“Fuck.” Lucifer cursed as he tried to find a place for the others to hide. 
No escape. 
“Charlie! Find Y/n while I fight him off!”
You wanted so much and as soon as these words left none other than God, you found yourself empty headed. “What I desire?” God hummed and looked down at his cane. “Is it money? Or is it something that hides deep inside you dear. I’ll give it to you but choose wise.” Well, that isn’t helping.  
God laughed at your thoughts, sometimes you forget that he could read your thoughts easily. “Let me help you dear.” God stepped forward and folded his hands on your eyes. 
A low glow made you almost slum into a deep sleep. 
But before you could fall into this feeling a loud crash followed and God sighed in frustration. Having children is a bliss but also a stick in the ass. 
Lucifer and Leonardo fought in the air and crashed together in front of Michael who seemed to be amused by the fight. 
“Y/n!” Charlie shouted your name and you turned towards her. “Charlie?!” A happy smile spread on your lips. A little shine of hope burst your heart. “Charlie!”
You ran towards her and threw your arms around her, and Charlie happily hugged you back. “I’m so glad you’re okay!” She said as she squeezed you tightly. “We all were so worried about you!” Angel hugged you from behind, “yeah, the short king almost lost his mind!” you giggled at Angels nickname for Lucifer. 
You were so drowned in your own misery that you’ve forgotten how much you love the others. You always were head stuck on Lucifer that you forgot your drink buddies. 
You break the hug and swipe the tears that escaped your attempt to hid them. 
You watched as Lucifer fought his three brothers. Azrael swung his scythe around his waist to get a better hit on him. The gold blood splattered on the quartz floor, and you hissed at the injured Lucifer who had a huge gash on his chest. 
“I wish I had daughters than sons…” God sighed as he looked at the mess they caused. Gods smile never left his face though.
Leonardo kicked Azrael away with the end of his spear making him land with full force on the quartz floor, ouch. Azrael laid unmoving there and groaned at the back pain. “I’m out.” He said before collapsing on the floor. 
“Why did Leonardo defend dad?” Charlie asked pointing towards Leonardo who stood before Lucifer. “He was always on his side. He just wanted to check if he’s willing to die for Y/n.” God answered and held Azrael under his arm. 
“Now let me take care of this mess.” God let Azrael go and he fell on his stomach. “Really?!” Azrael huffed in anger. 
God levitates down to his sons and they immediate stopped. “As much as I like the reunion, you’re destroying the peace me and Lucifers mate had.” This hurt Michael deep. No not again.
“Really father? You’re defending Lucifer and his soulmate?” Michael gritted his teeth as anger build up in him. After all he has done for his father Lucifer always gets preferred. 
But not with him. 
Michael took the opportunity and flew towards you. You stepped in front of your friends protectively, no one will hurt them. 
Just by your dead body. 
His sword went smoothly through your ribcage right between your heart. Charlie screamed and shouted your name as the sword was in her view. 
The sword went right through you. 
Quite a disturbing beautiful sight. A fallen Seraphim protecting sinners as she gets killed by an Arch Angel.
Lucifer looked in horror and his heart felt like tearing apart. 
He wanted to hold you close but his wings felt like bricks on his back. Every time he tried to fly up to you, he fell lower and lower. And when Michael’s laugh hollowed in Lucifers ears he started to feel immense Anger and rage. 
More than he did last time he fought Michael. 
A monstress growl escaped his sharpened teeth as the fire between his horns grew bigger and more violent. Lucifer felt no empathy as he smashed Michael’s skull to pieces. 
It was the least he could do for you. You were hurt, in despair and he couldn’t help you through it. 
And now Michael took again what was most precious to him. 
You. 
You slumped on to the ground as Michael hold on you stopped and Husk was quick to hold you in his arms.
“Don’t die on me kiddo.” Husk voice broke, the sadness couldn’t hide the truth. 
You’ll die. And nothing can change it. 
Husk pressed plunged the sword out of your chest and replaced it with his hands. 
His power as an overlord was gone, but Lucifer could heal the damage, right? 
The hard breathing broke his heart as he watches you taking his hands softly. “Husky. Promise me-“ you coughed, and blood splattered onto his fur, but Husk didn’t cared. 
“Stop talking, you’ll only use your left power.” Husk pressed deeper onto the wound, but the blood still gushed out at the tiniest hole. You shook your head softly, you’ll die. 
This is your dead end. 
A tear escaped with a few whines, “Promise me to take care of them. Please husk.” Tears met your forehead as you said those words to him. 
Husk cries. 
He actually cries. 
“Don’t say that. You’ll live!” You squeezed his hand as he screamed, one last time and muttered a soft I love you to them all besides Lucifer. 
He wasn’t here with you as your life slowly crept away from your body. 
The dull vessel of your soul just dropped into Husks arms and Husk hugged you close. 
Charlie was a mess. Her crying filled the battlefield and Angel dust was having a complete meltdown. 
Lucifer stopped his Tantrum as he heard Charlies desperate and hurt cries. His body reacted on its own fast and flew towards her and you. 
He fell couple times but tried neither less to get to you two.
Lucifer landed painful on the harsh surface, but he didn’t care. 
He crawled up to your corpse and took it away from Husk as Lucifer hugged you close to him. 
Your usually warm body was now cold, and those live filled eyes were dull and soulless like the void that crept back to him. Before his mind could even collect words, he apologized to you in a mantra. 
He was sorry. 
He wasn’t there when Michael did that to you and Lucifer wasn’t there when you shifted to the dead.
Forgive him.
“Forgive me Apple Pie.”
The soft tune played into your mind, painting a picture in it. Flashbacks of your life appeared till you stand in that familiar space with the table and mist. Across the table sat Lucifer but in a light blue and golden appearance.
“Lucifer?” You asked out, your hand twitched. You wanted to feel the golden hair one last time. 
But he was with Lilith, not with you. The bitter truth you avoided, and it hurts you much deeper every time you remembered it. 
Please stop. 
”Y/n?” The way he called out your name and the soften voice that allures you back into the warmth. 
Hot tears burned their way down to the cold stone table. 
What is he doing here? You’re dead right? 
Yes, you miss him very dearly but the betrayal was to recent to just forget it. 
“Just wait for me.” 
You looked at Lucifer, cold. A sting on Lucifers heart but it wasn’t really him. It’s an Image from you and God. And your desire to see him again. 
To hear him at least out, maybe it was a misunderstanding. Maybe Azrael showed you just mere lies. 
“Even though I am not the Lucifer you desire,” he took your hand softly into his pearly white one, “I can tell that your Lucifer loves you dearly and wouldn’t do that to you.” He smiled up to you and stroked the hot tears from your face. 
“But I am dead Luci, and you- He wasn’t even there with me.” And the fake Lucifer gave your hand a quick squeeze. 
“I’m sure he wanted to. Still a fucking idiot but he was fighting Michael off of you, right? That’s a start.” He chuckled and you huffed. 
The doubts and insecurities were another trap you chose to fall in. Maybe he wanted you dead so he can have Lilith.
“But Lilith is-“ He interrupted you with a soft squeeze on your hand and cheek, “Don’t continue that. Yes, he loved Lilith. But he loves you more. Even though I am just a copy of Lucifer from yours and Gods memories. I love you more than anything. Listen to him not to his bitter twin. Hear it from him and if you’re correct you can be mad all you want.” He let you go and gave you a last smile. 
What does he mean? 
You’re dead, no refund. 
Gone.
“Our time Is up. Choose wise apple pie.” The world around you fade away, “What is your true desire?” you stretched your hands out for Lucifer.
you want to go back to him.
“I want to go back to him. Please.”
The soft tune hummed in your head as light surrounded you. As the light slowly creeped away you felt tears on your neck. 
Your eyes flutter open, and you saw Lucifer face buried into your neck. He hugged you tightly, the thought of dying again because of Lucifer hard grip wasn’t one you were burning for. 
“Lucifer?” You called out his name and he quickly retreated from his favorite place, and he watched perplexed at you. 
“Y/n?” He called out, “Is that really you?” He sounds so broken. You nodded and answered with a short yes. Lucifer held your hand in his left hand and pressed you onto his lips so soft and hard. 
His lips danced around your as sparks flew across your body making you feel butterflies all over your stomach. He kissed like it was his last meal. After seconds of intimate making out, he broke the kiss. 
“Don’t leave me again.”
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A/n: Feather of Fate is now Over! (There is an epilogue coming!") Hope you enjoyed the short story.
There will be more! But first I want to concentrate on Scenarios and One Shot, till I feel ready to post another story with our Short King.
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Pairing: dilf!neighbor!Jungkook x fem!reader (JK is 38, age gap is 14 years)
Warnings: blowjob (in front of a mirror), age gap, dilf Jeon, degradation, neighbor jungkook, not proofread!!
WC: 500+
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For helping you move all your new furniture in, he wanted a reward.
“You filthy little whore,” Jungkook grunts, “you like having my cock in your dirty mouth?”
You pull away and look up to him, “Yes, I like having you in my mouth.”
Jungkook let’s out a chuckle and caress your cheek, “Show me how much you love it, make me cum.”
You start sucking the tip and massage his balls at the same time, he lets out a grunt, “fuck,”
It doesn’t take long for you to go further, you take him in your mouth and what can’t find in your mouth, you stroke it.
Jungkook looks down, “fuck, look at you. Look so pretty taking my cock in your mouth.” He grips your hair and starts bobbing your head at a faster pace, “fuck, fuck, fuck!”
You gag as the tip hits the back of your throat, tears spring, “tsk look at you, already crying.” He mocks you, “is it too much? Little girl can’t take it?” He devilishly laughs.
He purposely goes faster, more tears streaming down your face. You grip his muscular thighs in order to now lose your balance.
He takes notice of that and stops moving your head, instead he keeps it in one place. His large hands on each side of your face, he starts fucking your mouth nice and slow.
You look up to him, the pleasure is written all over his face. He licks his lips and looks down at you, he goes faster. Thrusting his hips in and out of your mouth.
The tears don’t stop. He looks ahead and smirks at the sight.
A large mirror is behind you. Jungkook moans at the sight. You kneeling down taking his dick so good and him snapping his hips against your mouth.
He bites his lips and starts moving your head again while still thrusting. Your mouth and his hips meeting halfway. The sounds you’re making, turn him even more one.
“You like getting your throat fucked by your neighbor?”
You moan to answer his question, sending vibrations down his dick (?) he lowly chuckles, “yeah, you slut, did you think I don’t see the way you check me out through your window, huh?”
You got caught.
Who wouldn’t ogle at that sexy man? He has his curtains open and walks around shirtless, showing his toned stomach and abs. His six pack is so defined. Who wouldn’t look at him? Especially if he was your neighbor? You can’t be blamed.
You close your eyes in embarrassment but don’t stop sucking him off, “open your eyes, pretty.”
You obey, “good girl.” He praises you.
“Shit, im gonna c—“ he doesn’t get to finish his sentence as he spurts out his seeds down your throat.
He takes his cock out and taps the tip on your lips, “open up, pretty.”
He smirks as you open your mouth, “swallow.” He commands. You do, feeling the hot seeds go down your throat.
Surprisingly it tastes…… good.
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He teasing, he promises
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I C A N' T B R E A T H
The symbiote cat, black as the night itself, was on a building observing the city, his characteristic smile was not on his face, in fact, he was thoughtful and sad about the latest events, is he a bad person? Is he a monster? A creature that harms others? He doesn't know, he just knows that he's afraid that the people he cares about will think the same
Venom:I hate this... I hate it... I hate it... I don't like this feeling [calm down man... That person was exaggerating...] YOU KNOW IT WASN'T!
He screams at the top of his lungs, scaring pigeons, but his screams are overshadowed by the sounds of the city.
Venom: the web head hates me, if y/n finds out it'll probably start to hate you... [That's not true... Of course they doesn't know, but we've known each other forever, they wouldn't be afraid of me- of us...]
The two remain in a suffocating silence, they were at the top, at the same time they were completely below, practically with their souls burning with infernal anguish.
Venom:if... If we are real villains? If we are bad? I... I'm not bad... We're not bad but... [Be quiet, people don't know us, we're trying to help, they're just afraid of what they don't understand]
Silence returns, the symbiote's hatred and confusion take over, he puts his hands on his throat, wanting to suffocate himself, but then, an internal force stops him.
Catnap had avoided the unthinkable on the part of the symbiote who get back inside of the cat who fell to his knees, coughing, being overcome by an inexplicable internal burning sensation, he then placed his hands over his mouth, but he was unable to contain it and the red gas began to leak between his fingers. A gas that made his previously yellow eyes like the sun become completely black and white, while he watered and his voice simply wouldn't come out. He had awakened something in him that he didn't understand, he felt scared and didn't know what to do, was he really becoming a monster?...
After a few hours, he returns to the apartment staggering and dizzy, opening the door in the middle of the night, making as much silence as possible so as not to wake up his roommate Roxy, who by then was already asleep, unless...
"Theo? Is that you?" It's voice at the same time provoked comfort, provoked fear, what should he do? He isn't a threat to them, but he is so afraid of what they will think about him, his new eyes, his new darker aspect, The fear he felt caused more mutations with the symbiote's DNA, now his hands had claws and his fangs were larger, with tall fur and even taller than it should have been, with the tip of his tail black like the tip of his ears.
Spider dog au by @/iidgm go take a look on the other works!
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Hii ^^ I love your account it's really the fandoms I love and I wanted to ask you if you could write a story about james wilson where he and the reader end up on a date at the monster truck (a bit like the episode with Cameron and House) or maybe House is there too, I just want a story a bit in the same style as the episode ‘cause I love that moment but with wilson. Thanks again keep writing I can't wait to read all your stories ❤️😊
hello so you should know that I am currently in my Wilson era so I loved writing this story, I took your basic idea and modified certain things I hope you like it. I divided this story into two parts, the next one will be out soon…
´Like a date ?’ Part 1
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House md!James Wilson x reader 
summary: when House invites Wilson's crush on a date for revenge or when Wilson falls madly in love with a member of House's team
TW: House being house, mention of failed marriages and divorce, some house’s jokes and for this story I don’t mention the presence of Cameron, the reader being the main female character in the House team
sorry for the grammar mistakes
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"I am the best"
Wilson raised his eyes from his lunch, House stood in front of him with his eyes sparkling with joy? Or pride may be in any case it was not a good sign.
"And you want me to tell you that..." James replied not sure where his friend was going.
"I want you to tell me that yes I am the best being on this planet that is called Earth, that you will create me a congregation dedicated to the god House so that I have thousands of supporters and faithful, and finally that you tell me that I am the best thing that has happened to you even better than your 3 marriages. ”
James looked at him perplexed unable to know what he was going to announce, knowing his friend it could go from a simple action like buying him a can of coke or offering him a 2-year trip to the Pacific islands, or killing someone, the variables were endless.
"My friend, what are you doing on Friday night, no, it's not even a question in fact, I'm announcing that Friday night we're going to see you and me the Monster Trucks"
Wilson was shocked, a surprise a real good surprise from his friend, who did not ask him to commit any violation of the law. But suddenly his face darkened.
"Wait, you said this Friday night"
"Yes, Friday, you and I are as free as the air in the fabulous world of car destruction"
Wilson was embarrassed
"House, I can't I'm really sorry"
"I think you didn't hear, it's probably because of your old age but it's okay I'll repeat it to you, I said Monster Truck and you have no choice"
"I know I know but I had already planned something that evening"
" What can be better than that? Your wife? Your ex-wife? Your ex-ex-wife? Believe me, none is worth it"
Wilson sight, of course when House was offended he became bitter.
"It's been a month since I promised a friend to see him tonight, it's been almost 7 years since we saw each other, and I told him that we would see each other in town and that I will organise everything"
House stared at him for a second and then took a breath, he didn't believe what he was going to say.
"Your friend there... uh"
"Ben"
"Yes, Ben, does he like Monster Trucks ? ”
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House had managed to get two more tickets for tonight, yes two tickets because after he offered to invite his friend Fred to his Monster Truck party, Wilson had told him that he didn't need to do this for him and that he didn't want to force House to spend the evening with another person just so he could go see the Monster Trucks. 
For House yes, seeing the Monster Trucks without Wilson wasn’t possible, it's like eating bread without butter, watching a movie without popcorn, going to Vegas without playing, seeing Cuddy with a low-cut without saying anything ... in short impossible for him. 
But Wilson had insisted, because of his damned conscience he could not accept this ticket without feeling bad about his friend. So House offered him to also bring a friend like that he would not be completely alone during the evening.
"A friend? ”
"Yes, a friend, what do you think I have no other friends than you? ”
"No, no, it's just that I haven't met them before"
"Well, you'll see them on Friday night" and he left his office
"House if you bring back a ho-"
And now he found himself with less than 24 hours to find a "friend" for tonight, so that he would not be alone in front of the duo Wilson / Derek.
He thought about it very seriously, he had to be a person who he is sure is not a plan for tonight. Either a person from the hospital, it is well known that doctors have no life apart from their work. 
Cuddy? No, he needed someone who was afraid of him.
Foreman? No, he would surely say no and the company would be rather unpleasant
Chase? Maybe even if the Australian has surely never heard of the Monster Trucks on his island.
Finally he had an illumination, of course it was the ideal plan, he had to invite Y/N.
Since his arrival as a member of his team, House has noticed his friend's obvious link with the young doctor. After all, the woman was beautiful and young, one of the reasons why House hired her in the first place, but in addition ‘miss perfection’ also claimed to be a good doctor, from time to time according to him but enough to be useful to the team. 
Wilson always had the unfortunate habit of flirting with all the beautiful women he met and they fell into his ´nice boy' trap so easily that it had lead to 3 spoiled marriage. But with doctor y/n it was different, after carefully observing them several times, House had seen that the young woman was making her friend nervous, for one of the first times it was he who was in a lower position.
It was very satisfying to see how he managed to forget everything when he saw her, to the point of sometimes stammering slightly, if he pretended to listen to her we could see that he was completely lost in front of the young woman. In short, he was a mess in front of her.
This was a enough for House to invite her, okay she was not necessarily the perfect candidate, he should surely have to explain the rules to her for hours and she would surely be suspicious in the first place. But House saw this as a "revenge" on Wilson, he already imagined his friend's face; or even George's, when he was going to arrive at the woman's arm who drives him crazy. 
House knew he was pinching for her, they had talked about it but Wilson didn't want to do anything at the moment. So House had to force things a little, and after all y/n was one of the few people apart from Wilson to support House and accept his humour, and he also appreciated it especially when she shuts down Foreman or Chase, she was smart and clever.
Upon entering his office, he saw her studying a file on the table in the next room.
"Hum" he coughed so that the young woman noticed his presence.
She gently raised her eyes to look at him. "Everything all right? ”
"What are you doing tonight? ”
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