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callmissrogers · 24 days
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There For His Girl | Steve Rogers x Reader One Short
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Summary: Y/n has reached her limit. Work has been difficult. People have been short, and some just mean. It all brings her back to her childhood, and right now, she just wants to pretend to be ok. So determined to pretend she tries to push her concerned husband away.
WARNINGS ⚠️ This contains mentions of a toxic relationship with the reader's mother and quotes some of their arguments. If this is a trigger for you, please DO NOT proceed. It also contains angst, fluff, and comfort. Also, very little editing and wrote on my phone.
Steve Rogers x wife reader
Word count: 1,370
Notes: The next part in the That's My Girl series will be going up today or tomorrow. I was feeling the need for some comfort myself, so this is what I wrote. Hope you like it!
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Y/n slammed the door, tears streaming down her face she pressed her back into the wall and slid down until she was a small ball on the floor.
"Why do I do this?" She sobbed hating herself.
Y/n had had a rough few days. It seemed like no matter what she did or said, people were short with her. Everything was going wrong, and after one mistake, which led to a snarky backhanded compliment from Tony Stark himself, well, Y/n was done. Usually, it didn't get to her like this anymore, but her emotions frayed to a breaking point.
Her dad always told her she wore her heart on her sleeve but she just thought her mom was right and that instead of enduring this made her a nuisance.
Why should she be so bothered when people utter unkind things to her?
Why can't she pull herself together?
"You're always start crying! Stop trying to make me feel bad"
"You're stabbing me in the back by trying to do something different"
"Don't you know I need you here? Stop thinking about yourself and making everything harder on me"
This and many other instances where y/n would be belittled, ridiculed, screamed at, lectured for two hours at 1 in the morning, and reduced to making herself as small and as unseen as possible while being a sobbing mess, had made her what she is today.
Too sensitive. At least that's what she told herself at times like this.
And why couldn't she just talk about it like a normal person instead of blowing something trivial out of proportion?
Literally five minutes ago....
Steve had come home the night before. Poor guy had been so tired that he fell asleep in uniform on the couch.
Y/n had been carefully tiptoeing around the kitchen so as not to accidentally wake him up. Intending to surprise him before heading to work.
She was supposed to be going over mission plans with Vision today. This was the kind of work that excited her. None of the agents would bother them while they were working, which meant that she could just disappear for the day.
She platted up breakfast and carried it over to set it on the coffee table in front of the sleep soilder.
Tho he didn't actually wake up until she set down his mug of coffee.
Eyes fluttering open he peered up at her groggyily. "Hi" He mumbled, pushing himself upright. "Hey sleepy head." Y/n said, trying to make her voice sound chipper.
Steve sighed contentedly as he stretched out his muscles before standing up.
"Mind if I go change clothes before I enjoy this masterpiece?" He asked. Y/n turned to face him, attempting to smooth down his wild bedhead and then said, "Go ahead"
He was back a matter of moments, settling down next to her and drinking deeply from his coffee.
"Thank you for this," He sighed leaning over and gently kissing her on the cheek. Y/n just nodded, trying to keep her mind on a healthy track she focused on eating.
"Did you sleep well?" Steve asked. Taking another bite, she thought about lying and telling him that she had had the best night sleep.
"Sorta" She said trying to stiffle a yawn. "What does sorta mean?" Steve asked turning to look at her. "Nothing really. I'm good! Nothing some strong coffee won't fix."
Steve placed his hands on her shoulders, making her look at him. He studied the dark circles, the faint tint of bloodshot in her eyes, how she held herself and her fiddling hands.
"Hm," He said, his voice low in his chest.
Y/n knew exactly what he was doing, shaking his hands off her shoulders and standing up she said, "I should probably get ready for work."
Steve stood up, grabbing her wrist and stopping her. "Y/n, you look exhausted." "I'm fine" "You're twirling your hair, which means you're not telling the truth." "Steve, c'mon I don't have time for this" "Y/n, it looks like you've been crying" She pulled his hand off her wrist and started to walk away from him, "I'm going to work." "Sweetheart, please just tell me what's - " "Steve! Please just listen to me and leave me alone!" She yelled, cutting him off. She ran off to the bedroom, and that's when the door slammed.
Steve stood there a moment, thinking about honoring her request and leaving her be. But his protective nature overtook him and he decided that the best thing to do would be to be there for his girl.
In the bedroom.
Y/n sat against the wall still crying into her hands, body trembling, thinking hateful thoughts about herself.
She heard Steve knock on the door, saying "Sweetheart, can I come in?"
When she didn't answer him, he slowly opened the door and stepped inside.
She could feel him kneeling down in front of her, "Sweetheart," He whispered, trying to tuck her hair behind her ear to which she only buried her face further.
The next thing that happened, was Steve scooping her up into his arms and settling down in the arm chair that sat in the room.
Somehow this just made her cry more.
"Oh honey, come on now. Take a deep breath. In through the nose and out through the mouth." He soothed.
After about ten minutes of this, her crying settled down, breath becoming rhythmic.
Once he was sure that she had calmed down enough to be able to communicate with him, he asked his voice low and rumbling through his chest, "Do you wanna talk about what's going on in that pretty little head of yours?"
She nodded against his shirt. "Everything" she gasped. "Everything?" He asked, pulling her back so he could look her in the face. Dabbing away the leftover tears.
"I'm too emotional. Everything the last few days just hurts. I let everything get under my skin... I just. . Lately, people and Stark are just mean, or maybe I'm just too sensitive.. and now I've yelled at you, too." She said, trying to get up.
"Now hold on a minute, " He cooed, keeping her in place.
"What did Tony say?" "Nothing. I messed up and he was being sarcastic, but I'm such a mess that it hurt" she said her voice breaking. "Alright. Listen to me. One, you are not too emotional. The world tells everyone to button up and be cynical. You, my dear, are a light in all that mess. You do care and that's a very good thing -- I don't want you to listen to anyone that would belittle that, ok?" He asked getting a slow, uncertain nod in response. "Ok. Secondly, people can be mean, especially Stark. People also have power trips and want to pull people down to make themselves feel stronger or better. This means there's one thing you can always be certain of: Do you know what that is?" "What?" "They're wrong. Anyone who would belittle you to make a point or to win an argument or for any other reason, is just a bully." "But what if-" "ah. No what ifs. Thirdly, and this one is the one that's most important of the three." "Then why'd it come last?" She asked clearly beginning to feel a little bit better if she could tease him now. Steve simply rolled his eyes and continued,
"I want you to remember that when you're upset, you can always talk to me. No matter how silly it might make you feel, your feelings are safe with me." "Steve I just yelled at you for no rea-" "No. You had a reason. You were upset. I can see that and you know what that means? It means I can take it too. When I put this ring on your finger," He said taking her hand in his and running a finger across her knuckles. "I signed up for this. I'd rather have you get emotional than bottle things up and hide them from me."
Y/n looked down at their still intertwined hands and then back up at him. Nodding again and breathed out an "ok"
"Ok." Steve replied, giving her his usual comforting smile and kissing her forehead.
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trigunsbbygirl · 8 months
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More Reverse Isekai Hcs with the Twins
another one with more focus on Vash, but Nai is there too. V relationship with reader so absolutely nothing going on with the twins.
also mention a not sfw song at the very end
•Vash loves window shopping. there's so many interesting things on Earth! Vash drags you around to each store and always ooo's and ahh's at everything. obsessed with stickers and animal shaped things (especially when it comes to cooking.)
•he bought animal cookie cutters and immediately tried them out and was both slightly disappointed and dying of laughter when the cookies came out way rounder than when they went in. Vash frosts them very seriously either way, holding in laughter at how they look. he can't hold it any longer when you catch his attention, holding up what was meant to be a bear, decorated with nothing but a small 'c:' on its face. you're wavering straight face and almost serious voice saying "he chonky" has him losing it.
•every once in a while when Vash is putting something in the oven, he'll quote that copypasta "Why do they call it oven when you of in the cold food of out hot eat the food?" Nai wants to smack him everytime he says it.
•speaking of, Vash quite likes internet language. he's not excessive with using them, but sometimes Vash'll be like 'look at the doggo/pupper!' he also starts saying lol and pog. he doesn't say them in public much though. he's still trying to learn about the difference in online culture and offline culture.
•unlike Nai, Vash finds merchandise fascinating. he loves looking at plushies, figurines and charms, he thinks it's all so cool! Vash buys you all matching phone charms. it makes him so happy whenever he spots it dangling from yours and Nai's phones.
•but speaking of, Vash finds out about the figurines of himself and if he can, he's absolutely buying them. he's looking at them and is all like damn I look so cool! and rubs it in Nai's face that he has not only more, but cooler figurines.
•Vash recreates the poses of them too, aiming his finger gun at you, before yelling out a bang, lifting his arm up in fake recoil. you gasp, griping at your torso, dramatically falling to the floor. "help me Nai, I've been shot!"
Nai rolls his eyes at the two of yours antics, making his way towards you and picking you up. As he makes his way towards your bedroom he says, "I have to give her medical attention, don't bother us."
Vash's eyes widen as he gets up to follow Nai. "Now wait a second!"
•the dorks actually do know how to share you. it was a little rough at the beginning but they've learned and figured things out pretty well! they don't fight for your attention, but they do get a little jealous, and pouty if you give too much attention to the other often. they're both pretty touch starved so good luck lol. however they do read eachother well and know when not to try and get your attention from the other.
•Vash would've loved the time when mustaches and the peace symbol were insanely popular.
•speaking of mustaches, Vash once came home wearing one of those fake glasses with mustache and nose disguises. when you turned to welcome him home he responded with a serious face, "who is Vash?" you fake a gasp asking who he is and what he's doing there. before Vash can respond, Nai is getting up with a grin on his face. "well since we don't know him, we can kick him out and make sure he can never get back in."
Vash nervously laughs, waving his hands, "we don't need to go that far haha.."
Nai laughs back mockingly,"why not? you are breaking into our house, stranger."
Vash immediately yanks the glasses off, "look! its me! Vash!" you gasp and run up to him, hugging his side. "Vash! there was a tall scary stranger in here! I'm glad you're here to help Nai protect me!"
Nai watches as Vash coddles you. he'd be lying to himself if he said he hated the antics you two do. he watches you give Vash a kiss on the cheek before walking over and pulling you away from Vash. "I'm the one that protected you, why are you praising him?" he asks, staring at you with narrowed eyes. Nai may look angry but really, he just wants kisses too.
•Vash loves bees! he'll go out to the little garden he's been working on and watch as bees and butterflies come by. it's one of his favorite pastimes.
•Vash is very involved with the community. he always offers the neighbors any extra food he's made and seeing if anyone needs help. he's happy to mow someone's lawn or weed a garden and do any small chores someone may be unable to do. Vash also goes around and tries to volunteer a lot since he can't really work. as much as he likes exploring hobbies, he gets a little restless being at home so much.
•Vash wants to try eating everything and that doesn't just include meals. somehow Vash learned that dandelions are edible and the next time you two take a walk, before you truly realize it, you're watching Vash shove the yellow part of a dandelion flower into his mouth.
•but seriously he really does want to try eating different plants. Vash does a lot of research and is always giving Nai suggestions of foods to incorporate into meals.
•if Vash could, I could absolutely see him working in the medical department as a pediatrician. he loves kids a lot and he's great at playing with kids, comforting them and making sure they feel as happy as they possibly can be at the hospital. he always jokes around with them, gets to know each kid he works with and always tries to be there for them when they're sad or scared.
•likewise, I know I said Nai would work at a book store, but I like to imagine Nai could become a surgeon. he's not lost to the irony in it, that he's saving lives, but it's just something he's taken an interest in. he wants to learn about human anatomy. (idk how to explain it really but it just makes sense to me. he'd be good at it too, never gets tired, steady hands, keen eyes, very precise)
•prank Vash a little bit when it comes to the modern era. tell him that when the plane lands everybody claps and applauds the pilots. Vash almost did that the first time he went flying, he lifted his hands up, but he was confused when no one started clapping. he catches on quickly that it was a prank.
•Vash combusts if you ever sing E.T by Katy Perry. stare at him as you sing it and he'll get so red in the face. he's covering his face with his hands and curling into himself and whining out to stop.(he doesn't want you to though)
•same with if you prank him and show him that The Bad Touch by Bloodhound Gang. go up to him and tell him you have a cool popular song to show and he lights up, Vash likes pretty much all of the songs you show him. when the song starts, he's bopping his head to the beat and tells you, smiling, it's cool so far. then the lyrics start and Vash's smile immediately falls and he blushes so hard. he can't even look at you and you're laughing your ass off at his reaction.
•Nai, the boring fucker, would just raise an eyebrow at you. he either doesn't fall for your pranks or just has no reaction. shame.
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maopll · 11 months
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Can I please request the Heartslabyul boys reacting to you ‘forgetting’ to give them a good morning kiss?
Where's my kiss ?
| twisted wonderland !
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⌗:, a/n: good morning kisses are a no from me if I'm not in the mood. ain't nobody wanna give someone a stinky ass kiss 😭 but I'll do it for the sake of this fanfic <3
⌗:, warning: fluff
⌗:, pairings: ace, deuce, trey, riddle, cater w/ gn!reader
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ACE TRAPPOLA
You always give him a goodnight, good morning and a goodbye kiss. you've never forgotten to kiss him. if there are days when you haven't kissed him he will demand them no matter what the situation and you have to listen to him whims.
today you had other plans. what if you don't kiss him? you couldn't resist yourself after seeing other people do it too.
so here you are getting out of bed sneakily after not giving him a kiss. you went with your daily chores after you saw a dishelved ace telling you "Where's my kiss? :("
he looked like a three year old after having their candy stolen. you were trying your best not to laugh at his state but he caught onto your lips curling up.
how DARE YOU
he made it a point to you to always kiss him so why were you depriving him of his sole way of getting his daily dose of serotonin?
he annoyed you to have you kiss him and ofcourse you obliged! you just can't miss the feeling of his soft cheeks against your lips as you smother his face with kisses.
DEUCE SPADE
he is such a sweet boyfriend that he actually got really hesitant to ask you why you did not kiss him good morning. he thought maybe you were angry at him for whatever he has done and he got really tensed because he couldn't remember what he did to annoy you enough to not even kiss him :(
he slowly hugged you from behind and started apologising like crazy and he even said "love I'm sorry for what I've done I really am but please don't hate me too much to not even kiss me"
deuce may put up a good behaviour infront of others showing how perfect he can be but his behaviour of being like that absolutely melts in your arms when you kiss him. he is very different from how he shows himself to be in front of the public eye.
you weren't answering because you were trying your best to hold in your laughter but he caught on the way your shoulders were shaking and you definitely were not crying because he knows your acts and behaviourisms like the back of his hand
he is so mad at you now for trying to prank him like that
"I can't believe you [name] I'm going"
"WAIT COME BACK BABY IM SORRY"
He didn't reject your kisses and daily dose of affection.
TREY CLOVER
he is not thinking that much about how you 'forgot' to give him his morning kiss after waking up in his arms after cuddling so much with him last night
he knew it was another one of your shenanigans so he wasn't quote bothered by it until he has had enough
your kisses are like a lucky charm to him even if they may have some kind of placebo effect on him he still believes it's your kisses that makes him have a good day.
at the end of the day he returned with most of his energy exhausted because he had a pretty bad day because of you forgot to give him something.
"baby I know what you are trying to do...please kiss me I can't do it anymore"
you kisses him on his forehead, cheeks, eyelids, and lips and he wants more now.
you two shared kisses and cuddles for an hour until he has had his fill.
poor baby held whatever piece of patience he had throughout the day until he got to you.
RIDDLE ROSEHEARTS
he wakes up with your morning kisses but today he woke up a bit late because you did not kiss him
he was so agitated because he was getting late for his class by 2 minutes !!
how could you do this to him !
off with your head /j
he was genuinely offended and annoyed because you did not give him his energy boost for the day
he flipped at whoever crossed his way because you just committed a big crime
ace and deuce were scared of him getting so angry so they brought you infront of him to take matters into your own hands and they were too afraid of doing something that might make him render them immobile or something.
they left the school ground to leave you two alone to do your bidding...more like get his emotions checked
a kiss on the cheek was enough to turn his full face blushing red like the tart he was eating.
he coughed and said blush still evident on his face "I will accept this kiss as a form of your apology towards the behaviour showed me today...don't do it again [name]...please"
you heard most of what he said but that "please" was so soft cause he mumbled it but you caught onto what he said.
with a cheeky grin you continued painting his face with kisses
ace and deuce heaved a sigh of relief as their dorm leader finally isn't angry anymore
CATER DIAMOND
I definitely did not forget about cater
Usually you two have a kiss fight(?) in the morning. the first one who wakes the other one up with kisses has to have the other give them kisses for the whole day including cuddles and a whole lot of affection
usually you would win but today you were feeling devious so you got out of bed without kissing him. he was a bit awake but his eyes bust open when you cooly opened the door and went your merry way
he sat up straight and grabbed his phone ready to cancel you out on social media
how could you do this to him
so he pestered you throughout the day
he told you and practically gave you a presentation on WHY you should kiss him
you were soon growing tired
you wanted to prank him but looks like it's an uno reverse moment now
you finally gave in and kissed him which shut his yapping.
he was silent for a while but he soon recovered and returned your kiss
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lokisprettygirl · 11 months
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Under his influence (Post Avengers! Loki x female reader)
Read chapter 13 here // Series Masterlist
Chapter 14
Summary : Loki wants to take you to the tower with him, you have a strange dream about you two.
Warning: 18+, mention of sex, mention of psychological torture, angst, insecurities, self deprecating behaviour, cute aggression, also Melissa again
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“Come stay with me at the tower while you’re healing”
"Wait what?" You propped yourself on your elbow as he put forward his proposition so he placed his hands on your shoulder.
"Alright, first of all, lie back down my darling you need rest" he laid you down, tucked you under the cover and kissed your forehead, the small adorable smile on his face was your undoing, you didn't know why but the gesture made you want to squeeze him to death. So you did. You cupped his cheeks and kissed him as furiously as you could, an aggressive growl escaped your throat and once you pulled away you found him staring at you.
"What just happened?" He chuckled
"I had the urge to smother you because you're so cute, it's called cute aggression, it's an actual thing, get used to it because I'm going to do it alot because you're so cute it hurts my brain and gets me all mad that I can't just squeeze you until you're all pulpy" his mouth gaped in shock for a moment before he leaned down and kissed you "You'll forget what I just said right?I'm on heavy drugs"
"I will try, it's just hard to do so after learning that you have violent fantasies about killing me because I'm so cute" he air quoted the word cute and it made you smile.
"Not killing, it's just me wanting to squish you until you're all flat and pulpy, I want you all squished together, I also want to bite you..like this part right here" you trailed your fingers over his developed deltoids "Ohhhhh goooodd" there it was, the animalistic growl again and it made him laugh.
"Do it then"
"I'm not going to bite you..it will hurt lo"
"Hurt me? I am god you dainty little creature, you can't hurt me, go on, you know you want to"
He leaned down and kissed on your neck, pushing his delts right onto your lips so you grabbed the bulging muscle to bite with your teeth.
"God you're delicious" you licked a stripe to soothe the bite, there wasn't even a tooth mark there but you still wanted to soothe him. The action got him all hot and bothered though.
"Norns darling you have to do that to me whenever we are being naughty"
"Yeah you liked that?" you giggled and he kissed you lovingly, maybe he was getting the case of cute aggression too, unfortunately he wasn't going to act on his fantasies, not so soon atleast.
"You don't think I'm weird?" You asked him as you caressed his cheek,
"So what if you are"
"Yeah that's not a deal breaker?" Your fingers caressed his cheeks so he smiled
"No, that is a deal clincher for me"
"Awnnn baby" your arms curled around his neck as you kissed him softly "Oh my god I almost forgot about the proposition, did you really ask me that or I was hallucinating?"
He shifted a little to the side to prop himself on his elbow and used his hand to support his head.
"You did not hallucinate, i want you to come with me"
"Really? I mean we haven't even started it yet" you joked and it took him a second to understand it, he closed his eyes as he laughed a little "How's it going to work lo? I mean you can't just hide me in Avengers tower, they'll know and how would I even go there, what about my work?"
"I can definitely keep you hidden there, leave that worrying upto me, Thor will take you the way he does me and you can not work in this condition can you?" He answered all your questions and left you with a question to answer in return.
"I know I can't..but..lo..i ..what about my mom, she's going to flip if she finds out about this"
"Then do not tell her"
"Are you sure about this? I mean isn't it too soon for us to ..you know "
"What's wrong with two friends sharing a room? Haven't we done that already?"
"We have.. I just..i am kind of scared, I am not good with such situations, it's fine here because it's my home, i know everything here, I can go wherever I want and do whatever I want..I'm just so anxious about it" you mumbled hurriedly.
"I know..I understand sweetheart, I do" he placed his fingers between your hair to massage your scalp gently. You really wanted to go with him, afterall it was just a matter of a week and he wasn't asking you to leave earth, you can do this right?
"What will I do when you're busy?"
"Are you considering this?" He smiled
"I want to be there with you lo, i really do.. I'm just terrified"
"Well I promise you love I will take the best care of you, you trust me?"
"Ofcourse I do"'
"I'll be there for you i promise, and when I'm not, he will be there"
He waved his fingers and you gasped as you saw another Loki in front of the bed.
"Who is that?"
"It's a clone"
"A clone?"
"Now I have to be around him in order to control him but even if I'm not atleast you get a life sized replica of me with whom you can live out your aggressive fantasies" you chuckled as he said that.
"Hello darling" the clone smiled at you so you waved a hello at him.
"I don't understand…how? How would I know that he's the clone and you're not, what if you're clone and he's the real one"
"Wow i have never been asked that, I made him and I can make him go away ..like this" he waved his fingers and the clone was gone before he brought him back again.
"He can't do that..see, Loki can you send me away?" He asked his clone
"No my liege, you are the who controls me" the clone answered
"Seee"
"Okay so he's like a robot"
"In a way yes"
"Okay ummm.. I don't want him..I mean i appreciate you thinking of that for me but I don't want a clone, I only want you and I'll wait for you to come back to me, those fantasies are reserved for you" you cupped his cheeks and he smiled before he kissed you softly, he waved his fingers and his clone was gone to wherever he came from.
Next morning when you woke up, the pain was somehow worse, your ankle felt swollen, the fall had made your ankle twist horribly and you were wondering how it wasn't broken.
He laid you down on the bed after you had showered and when you winced he immediately sat down on the edge and started to take the bandage off from your swollen ankle.
"Hurts?" He asked
"Yeah, those meds are useless" your eyes teared up and you could see the look of worry on his face, he rubbed his fingers over the area to massage gently, that worked like a charm and you immediately felt ten times better. What would you have done without him?
"Oh lokii...thank you" he wrapped your ankle carefully before he crawled up and kissed you.
"You still want to go with me right?"
"Yeah ..let me just talk to my mom, I'll tell her that Mrs Geller will help me"
"Mhnmm I will go inform Mrs Geller of our evil scheme" you smiled as he kissed your forehead and left to go see Mrs Geller, you picked up your phone and sighed before you called your mom. As soon as she picked she started to yell at you.
"I had called you several times..where were you? Stephen said that he won't be able to see you, what happened?" She asked you.
"Umm did he tell you why?" You questioned her and she went quiet for a moment.
"He didn't tell me, I asked" her voice lowered down.
"Well I had an accident and my leg is sprained badly so–"
"What? How did you get into an accident?" She was yelling again.
"Just some guy on a motorbike speeding"
"Oh honey, okay I'm going to talk to David and I'll be there as soon as possible" your eyes widened as she said that.
"Mom no…look I'm fine, it's just a sprain and Mrs Geller will take care of me, you don't have to come all the way and especially since you were just here"
"My child is hurt and I want to be there, I am coming" you squeezed your eyes as she said that firmly, that would dampen your plans with Loki.
"You don't have to mum i promise, I'll come see you when I'm healed, it's been a while anyways since I have been there " she sighed deeply as you said that.
"Well, okay, was he there when the accident happened?"
"Yes he took me to the hospital ".
"Ok good, I have told you so many times to keep your eyes on the road but you never listen" your eyes teared up as you noticed the concern in her eyes
"I know mommy I'm sorry but don't worry I'm fine"
Loki came back so you smiled at him, he did notice your sullen face though so he sat down next to you and wrapped his arm around your shoulder in a comforting manner.
"Okay mom i have to go help Mrs Geller with a recipe..I'll talk to you later okay?"
As you hung up you finally sniffled so he placed his fingers on your chin to make you look at him.
"What happened? What did she say?" You wiped your tears before you started to speak.
"You know some kids have parents that are just too good to be true and then some kids have parents that shouldn't have procreated?" He nodded as you questioned "Well it's easier to either love or hate them fully but then there are my parents and I'm talking about my own father here, not the step dad, they're so critical and anything I do in life it's never enough for them but they love me you know, everytime I'm hurt they get hurt, they get worried sick, and it's not easy for me to just hate them even though they make me want to hate them when they're constantly demeaning me and my life choices"
He wiped your tears as they shedded incessantly from your eyes,
"You don't have to hate them sweetheart, they love you and you love them but they also want you to live a life you don't want to live, they want you to carry forward their dreams and live up to their expectations, it's burdening and it's also reasonable for you to hold a certain amount of resentment and you need have that sort of boundary so you can protect yourself, you're not doing anything wrong" your eyes welled up even more as he said that.
"Really? Because I always feel guilty that I'm not who they want me to be and I have wished so many times that they could have had the daughter that they really wanted" a broken sob escaped your lips so he cupped your cheeks and kissed you softly.
"But it's not your fault, if they can not get rid of their picture perfect image of you then it's not your responsibility to continue to appease them my little one. You are absolutely divine just the way you are, I'd never ever change anything about you, not even a single quirk because all of them together makes you who you are, this sweet little princess right here is nothing short of a goddess and if I had the power, I'd build a new realm for her, her own realm that she could rule over, I'd have worshippers willing to beg on their feet just to have a glimpse of her"
The hiccuped cries clenched his heart as you hugged him as tightly as you could. You once read that the term I love you were the sweetest words of endearment a man could use. Yeah right. Beat that.
"What did I do to find you?" He chuckled as you questioned him.
"I ask myself that very question ever since I have met you"
He wrapped his arms around you and held you until you were calm.
As Thor came, he initially flipped out when Loki told him about the secret plan but then he was convinced pretty easily.
"How are we doing this? I'll take you first and then Loki?"
"Why can't you take us both?' Loki questioned him
"I have one free arm, kindly do the mathematics"
"Well take me first then, that way I'll be there to greet her"
"Awnnnn" you and Thor both made the noise at the same time.
"Be careful with her, she's hurt as it is"
Loki warned him and Thor nodded.
Thor took Loki first and he was back in less than one minute. Damn how fast was this hammer ?
"Ummm thank you for doing this, i hope karma will pay you for this in sexual services"
You mumbled nervously, you had never been flighted by a god with a hammer, it was surprising you weren't saying something more absurd. He opened his mouth to retort but he came up with nothing, what was he even supposed to say?
"I'll have to wrap my arm around your waist for safety, Is that alright?" He asked you so you hummed in agreement.
"Do you wrap them around Loki's?"
"He won't let me, he grabs onto my shoulder but he's a god like me so i trust him to not fall down"
"Understood "
You will never be able to describe what you felt when he flew you away with him, it happened in seconds but it felt like you were falling from a cliff and having the worst nightmare of your life. As you felt the ground beneath your feet Loki's arms wrapped around you to keep you steady.
"Are you alright darling?"
"Yeahhh just …dooozzzyyy" he smiled as you said that. He quickly conjured a blanket and wrapped it around you, when you looked down you couldn't see your body, it had turned invisible.
"Holy mother of maple syrup toast ..what did you do?" He smiled before he cupped your cheeks to peck your lips.
"Cloak of invisibility, when mother gifted me this on my 80th birthday. I never understood the use of it, i was learning the invisibility charm myself but I think I know what it can be used for now " he explained excitedly but you were still in shock.
"Cloak of invisibility? Like …Harry Potter?"
He looked at you confused before he wrapped you completely in the blanket and he disappeared too, he then picked you up in his arms because you couldn't walk on your own.
"Is she visible in any way?" He asked Thor so Thor fixed the lower portion where your legs were visible still.
The cloak was transparent so you looked around as he took you inside, your eyes widened at the infrastructure, you have never been into a place like this, and that's when you realized that you were actually in New York City at the moment.
Somehow he was able to transport you to his room without bumping into anyone, he sat you down on the bed before he took the cloak away from you.
"Okay the hard part is done right?" You asked him and he smiled
Looking around his room you noticed that it was the size of your apartment, infact bigger than that, he didn't have many furnitures but his bed was thrice the size of your bed, there was a full sized couch in the middle of the room with a tv on the front, his room also had a balcony, there was an elegant looking dresser next to his closet, the intricate designs and the fine woodwork was enough of an indication that it was something from his vault because it didn't really go with the rest of the modern setup.
"I will bring us food"
"You're leaving me alone.. please don't leave me alone" you clutched onto his arms so he leaned forward to kiss you.
"I will be back in a flash i promise" he assured you.
"Okay"
As he left you got up and hopped your way to the dresser, you sat down on the dressing stool and looked at yourself in the mirror. Jesus What happened to your hair? Must be the Ride on the Mobonil.
You picked up the comb to brush your hair but then put it back down feeling as if you'd taint the pristine comb with your greasy hair, there were several bottles of cologne on his dresser and they all smelled like him.
There was also an attached drawer so you pulled on the handle to open it, there was a picture of you in there, your eyes teared up as you picked it up, it wasn't a photograph but a sketch, you didn't even know when he had made it..
You closed the drawer and stood back up, that's when the door opened making you jump in your spot a little. He closed the door and then he conjured a huge tray out of nowhere,
"You know I'm just one person right?" He chuckled as you said that
"Well I brought those Snacks as you midgardians like to call it, you can reap the benefits whenever you're ravenous"
"I'm going back even fatter aren't i?" He tilted his head as if you had said something completely outrageous.
"You're not fat darling "
"And you're not pretty" he shook his head before he walked towards you and kissed the moment of insecurity out of you.
After eating you laid down with him on the bed to snuggle him
"God this is nice"
"It definitely is, isn't it?"
"I feel drowsy"
"Must be those medicines darling, care for a sleep?"
"Yes please"
He caressed your back until you fell asleep in his arms, this is the most impulsive thing you've ever done in your life so far, you still couldn't believe that you were in New York City. If five months ago someone had played you this exact scenario in front of you, you would have laughed uncontrollably.
You always dreaded your 30th birthday then how come it was going superbly then all your years before?
You were at a party but you couldn't recognise the place, you could see the people dancing around you, they seemed a bit blurry though as if you were in a hazy dream. You were tired of dancing so you whispered something into the ears of the woman in front of you and made your way to the bar to get a drink.
You sat down next to a gentleman in a suit black, you both were in matching colours as if you came here together, he was attractive, he probably was the most attractive man you had seen in your life, his raven hair went past his shoulders and when he looked at you, those green eyes bored right into your soul. You also felt as if you had seen him before.
"Sorry i didn't mean to stare, i felt as if i had seen you somewhere" he chuckled as you said that, that mere smile gave you butterflies. What was happening to you? This wasn't like you at all. You had never felt such an attraction towards a man before,
"Perhaps you have seen me on news, I invaded your planet with an army a few years ago" your eyes widened in realization as he said that.
"Oh my god you're Loki" you said to him and he turned his head to look at you, his lips sipped on the neat whiskey he had ordered for himself.
"For a moment I was afraid my popularity has plummeted around here" you let out a nervous laughter as he said that.
"Noo i.. I read about you at the time, my ex husband actually made me see why we were supposed to hate you"
"Well I hope your feelings are not the same anymore" you gulped nervously as the intense eye contact made you feel flushed. Your cheeks felt warm.
"So what are you doing here?"
"I was summoned here for a crucial discussion"
"Ohhh" you mumbled.
"I watched you dancing over there"
"You did?"
"You have a way with your hips don't you?" Was he flirting with you? Oh god it's been years since a man this attractive had flirted with you. A man you actually wanted to flirt with you.
"Ummm well i wanted to be a dancer once"
"I can tell, makes me think of other situations where you could show me how those hips would work" you bit on your lips subconsciously at the comment and he leaned closer to you, he placed his fingers on your chin to make you look at him and brought his lips to your ears, if he was some other guy you would have pushed him away by now but for some reason you felt hypnotized by his mere presence, everything about him enchanted you, you felt as if you were under his influence, his cologne attacked your senses and all you wanted to do was kiss him.
You had never felt such scorching heat with someone in your life, you never thought you'd ever get to feel it either, you didn't think it existed for you.
"Care for a dance?" He whispered in your ears and you could only whine in response which he took as a yes. His fingers laced with yours as he dragged you to a secluded corner of the hall.
Baby, you can
Ride it, ooh, yeah
Bring it over to my place
You moved slowly with him to the rhythm of the music, he placed his hands on your lower back and the action made you gasp, dipping you down slowly before he pulled you up smushing you so close to him in a moment, your chest were pressed to him, you were too close to man you barely knew.
And you be like
"Baby, who cares?"
But I know you care
Bring it over to my place
Your hips rolled in circles and hands curled around his neck, what was this feeling? Your lips were so close to him but he wasn't kissing you, even though you wanted him to just kiss you desperately.
You don't know what you did, did to me
Your body lightweight speaks to me
I don't know what you did, did to me
Your body lightweight speaks to me
"Goddd" You whispered and a small smile curved the corner of his mouth.
"There you are i have been looking for you"
You heard the voice so you pulled away from the man you had met a few minutes ago. Even after the divorce was finalized you still felt as if you owed him your loyalty,
"What happened?" You looked at him and he snickered in response.
"I was talking to him, I called him here to discuss something important"
You directed your attention towards Loki and he smiled at you before he looked you up and down from head to toe then he leaned into you to press a goodbye kiss on your cheek,
"See me again sometime later?"
You nodded as he said that, he walked towards your ex husband and went along with him leaving you to ponder over the question.
Now What did Stephen want from Loki?
You woke up feeling out of breath, you put your head up from top of his head to breathe properly, he was still sleeping holding you like a baby.
What the hell was that dream about? You couldn't even imagine marrying someone, let alone marrying that arrogant weiner Stephen Strange and why were you talking to Loki as if you two had never met?
Well it was probably just a stupid dream, you have had such vivid dreams before, maybe it was the result of your constant daydreaming combined with the pain medication you were taking.
Loki woke up a few moments later and pulled away from you a little, so he could look at you properly.
"What time is it?" You asked him and he chuckled before he looked at the clock he had on his bedside drawer.
"It's 6 in the evening, I missed the training session so I am afraid i have to go do that now" he kissed you softly before he pulled away.
"Mmmm I'll miss you"
"So will I, I shall return in two hours and I want you to keep this in case you'd need it" he conjured the cloak of invisibility and handed it to you.
He kissed you goodbye and you barely lasted three minutes before the boredom kicked in. The meds had kicked in and you didn't feel pain, so you wanted to go see the tower and everything else. You got off the bed, wrapped the cloak around you and looked at yourself in the mirror to make sure you were completely covered. You sneaked outside and Loki had told you that the training room was on the 30th floor so you sneakily pressed your finger on the elevator button.
"Let's go watch those boys fight"
You heard a voice and your heartbeat sped up, you looked to the side and you saw the person you despised the most, it was Melissa, damn she looked even more gorgeous in person, luckily for you her personality stank. There was black widow by her side, as well as Pepper Potts, the CEO of Stark industries. There was one other woman as well that you didn't recognise.
"Wait up for me" you heard Thor's voice, and it made you more nervous, you just hoped none of them would bump into you in the elevator.
As soon as the door opened you got in and pressed yourself into the corner,
"I see you people met Lady Jane already"
He chuckled nervously and they all hummed. Ahhh that was Jane, his mortal girlfriend.
As the 30th floor arrived you followed them from behind, an access passcode was required to enter the training room so you were glad these people followed you.
You spotted Loki stretching his arms, he was in a gray shirt and a fitted workout pants, why did he have to look so sexy?
"Had no idea we were having an audience today" he mumbled in frustration, just the sight of Melissa made him fume with anger. You also saw Hulk, Hawkeye and Iron man there.
"You know what Loki, why don't we fight one on one today? No magic, no gimmicks, just me and you as who we are"
Brave words coming from someone whose powers were injected in him you thought.
"As who we are? Captain, I do not reckon you can handle me as who i am"
"Bring it on Loki, let's see what you got"
"Can you guys just fight?" Hulk intervened and you were so thankful for that.
Loki took off his shirt in one quick motion, you were so glad he was yours and you were definitely going to lick those tiny chest hairs later, your thoughts were utterly filthy. Why did he make you so horny? You saw Melisaa biting her lips and squeezing her legs at the sight of your sexy half naked boyfriend cum best friend. She really needed to watch herself.
You snapped back to reality though when you heard the sound of collective gasps emerging from the people around you.
When he talked about the real him, he meant it. You saw him transforming into someone else, he was taller, he was bigger and he was all blue. You noticed the rough ridges that covered him from head to toe, the pants he had on tightened around his body, so close to ripping if you were being honest. The stark difference you noticed was his head, he no longer had his raven hair, he was bald but his head wasn't smooth like a human being, his skull was protruded with even thicker ridges. He didn't even look like himself from a distance. He was in his Frost giant form.
"Ewwww what is that..that's disgusting..I need to leave…I'm sooo scared" Melissa got hyper and all you wanted to do was rip her tongue out of her mouth. How dare she? He looked at her and that's when you noticed his Ruby colored eyes, you also noticed the tears in them, your eyes moistened too as you looked at his sad little face, that was your lo, your soft little lo and he didn't deserve for anyone to be so cruel with him.
"What is this?" Captain asked him and Loki averted his gaze to look at him before he snickered, his jaw were clenched in anger.
"You wanted me to be who I am. No magic, no gimmicks right? Here I am, so fight me now"
You knew this wasn't going to end well for Captain Rogers.
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aphroditelovesu · 1 year
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I just saw your little surprise and figured I'd ask, assuming you are taking requests at the moment. Could you do 💝 and 💓 for Ares? I think these prompts would really suit him!
❝💝❞- ‘’I have a gift for you. Open it, it's the heart of the one who dared to flirt with you.’’
❝💓❞ - ‘’I love you more than you can imagine. Please don't doubt or belittle my feelings.’’
tw: yandere themes, possessive and obsessive behavior, jealousy, murder, mention of blood, angst, unhealthy relationship.
"(Y/N)!" The young girl turned around quickly, as soon as she heard her name being called by an austere voice. She frowned when she saw who had called her.
"Oh? Ares, what is it?" She asked, as soon as the god of war approached her.
Ares smirked at the young beauty in front of him, licking his lips in anticipation. (Y/N) looked at him curiously until she noticed the small box in her hands, which were full of blood. It should have bothered her but it didn't, she was already used to seeing the god all covered in blood, the box itself that intrigued her.
"What is that?"
"I have a gift for you." Ares chuckled deliciously, handing the box decorated with a beautiful bow on top, hastily to his young lover. "Open it." He ordered, seeing that she was hesitating.
(Y/N) arched her left eyebrow as she slowly untied the bow on top. She was confused, Ares never gave her gifts in boxes and something was very wrong. She soon realized what was wrong with opening the box.
Inside that box was a heart. A fucking human heart.
(Y/N) felt like he was about to throw up. It could be a bad joke, but from the look on the god's face and she knows him well, she knows very well it's not a joke. It was real.
It was a real human heart.
"You liked it?" Ares arched a brow, lightly caressing his lover's petrified face. "Do you recognize it? It's the heart of the one who dared to flirt with you."
"W-Why did you do that...? He didn't do anything big!" She yelled, annoyed. Ares had no right to do that. He wasn't even flirting with her in the first place, for the love of it! They were just commenting on a common book they liked and it turned out to be a romance book. It was no big deal.
"No big deal, you say?" Ares scoffed, he continued in a bitter voice, "He flirted with you! No one but me is allowed to do that."
"He wasn't flirting with me, Ares!"
"Wasn't he? He touched you, I heard him saying romantic things to you, (Y/N)! Don't try to make a fool of me!" Ares uttered the words with hate.
(Y/N) took a deep breath, trying to calm down even though he was boiling with anger inside. "We were talking about a book we both liked and this book is a romance novel. Those things he was telling me were actually quotes taken from the book. He wasn't interested in me, he never was!"
Ares stared at her in bewilderment, blinking a few times to make sure he heard right. "What?"
"That's what you heard Ares. He liked someone else, never was me. You had no right to kill him!" (Y/N) felt the hot tears running down her cheeks. She was mourning her friend, he was very important to her and she knew she would miss him so much.
"I..." Ares didn't quite know what to say, he definitely didn't expect this.
"If you wanted to know the truth, why didn't you look it up? I would have told you!" (Y/N) turned to leave. But as soon as she turned one foot, she faced Ares back, "Don't ever speak to me again. We are done."
Ares's eyes widened as he heard the dreaded words come out of his beloved's mouth. He cannot accept this. He won't accept this. He can't live without her. Then, he quickly ran over to her and hugged her from behind tightly. "My little soldier..."
(Y/N) swore, trying to free herself from Ares' grip.
"You can't leave me!" Ares roared, squeezing her tighter.
"Ugh…" She groaned at the grip. It looked like he was going to break her bones! "Ares... You're going to break me!"
"Oh... Sorry, I just..." Ares muttered, releasing her from his embrace. He was really hurt. "You can't leave me!" And soon he went back to using his aggressive voice and pose.
"I can and I will!"
"No, you can't. You're mine." He growled.
"And why do you think so?" She questioned, knowing it would lead nowhere.
"Because I love you more than you can imagine." (Y/N) widened her eyes, this was the first time she'd heard that he loved her.
"Ares…" She muttered in disbelief.
"Please don't doubt or belittle my feelings." Ares closed his eyes, unable to take the look of disgust he thought he saw on (Y/N)'s face and the weakness he felt as he said those words out loud.
(Y/N) didn't say anything, she was moved. She knew it wasn't the right thing to do, Ares had killed a friend too precious to her, but here was the god who loved her so obsessively. It wasn't healthy and never would be, but she couldn't help but gently caress Ares's bloodstained face, who opened his eyes in surprise to meet his lover's beautiful eyes with nothing full of affection. Before he could say anything, (Y/N) kissed him softly, which Ares passionately responded to.
She knew this was wrong, that this whole situation was sick and upsetting. But what could she do, anyway? She's just a human and he's a god.
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Darling Death
A collaboration with @sufferingstarlight
Chapter 1, 2, 3, 4
Warnings: toxic male behavior, talks and mentions of death and dying, cemetery, not proof read
Chapter 5 - Day 5
"So, grim reapers can cook too? Let me add that to the list of random abilities you seem to possess," I said as I took in the array of food on the dining room table. Bacon, eggs, oatmeal. "You made pancakes too?"
"Actually, they're crepes." He seemed proud of himself, but also the slightest bit timid, like he wanted to make sure everything was to my liking. He stood in the entry way as I took a seat. I filled my plate with three glorious pieces of bacon, a hearty scoop of eggs and two of the crepes-not-pancakes.
"I gotta say," I said, as I shoveled a fork full of the stuff into my mouth. "Pancakes are better." I looked up, my cheeks stuffed with food. Timothee stood there, staring at me, a hint of a smile plastered on his face and I realized he looked more like he was lost in thought...and maybe admiring me. He quickly realized I noticed shook his head, as if erasing the expression from ever existing.
"Are you not gonna eat?" I asked, suddenly feeling embarrassed about the amount of food I had on my plate.
"I don't really need to eat," Timothee said, shrugging. "But I'll sit with you."
I watched him as he walked effortlessly to the table, if I didn't hear the slightest clack of his shoes on my hardwood floor, I would have assumed he was floating. He pulled out a chair and took a seat.
"Lemme guess, grim reapers feed off of a portion of the dead's souls, giving them sustenance until the next victim they reap passes?"
"Yes, actually."
My eyes snapped up, meeting his. There was a mixture of seriousness and amusement in them, and it was a mixture that made my stomach flip in a way that I wasn't expecting. This time I shook my head and scooped up the rest of my food with my fork.
"You're fucking weird, man. Speaking of, I've got work today and a date tomorrow, so would you mind keeping the gloomy stalker show to a minimum? I can't have another outburst like I did the other day. Josie is already sick of my shit as it is."
When he didn't respond I looked back over at him. His hands were in white knuckled fists on the table, if he were holding a glass, I'm sure it would have shattered into a million pieces. His dark hair curled over his eyes, so this time I couldn't make out their demeanor, though if it matched his fists, it wasn't a good sign.
"A date? Really Y/n?" Timothee finally said.
"Uhm, yeah? Why is there some rule that bars me from going on a date before I die?"
"No, but maybe I should make one," he said under his breath.
"What was that?" I asked, hearing every word he'd said. Was he jealous? All he was supposed to be here for was collecting my soul.
"Nothing. Is this date with a boyfriend?"
"Not that it's any of your business," I said even though the thought of Tristan and I being more than just friends almost made my breakfast come back up. "He's an old friend that's liked me for at least a decade. Last week, before you showed up, I agreed to give him a chance over dinner and a movie."
"So, there's no boyfriend?"
"Why do you care?" I pretended to be annoyed.
He smirked at my tone, and even though the fact that he seemed so interested in my love life, or lack thereof, should have bothered me, it did the exact opposite.
"I don't. It's just that sometimes the goodbyes are messy when there's a lover involved, so you might not want to make him any promises on this 'date'." He put the last word in finger quotes.
The rest of that day went by shockingly quick and uneventful, though Timothee couldn't resist a casual jump scare or two. He'd walk behind me, unknown to anyone else and run a finger across the back of my neck or blow into my ear. Each tease made me want him to push me against a wall again, run his nose against my neck and breath my 'underworldly' scent in. And weirdly enough, I started to like the sound of that.
Darling, you smell like the underworld.
Day 5
I slid on my strappy black dress, the one I pretty much reserved for dates, disappointed that Timothee wasn't around to see it on me. I hadn't seen much of him, which was weird considering I couldn't get rid of him lately. I tried to push away that feeling. The feeling of missing someone you have no right to. The empty chest feeling that is only cured by one person's presence.
The only thing I didn't like about that dress was how much it showed. It wasn't as revealing as it could be, but it still showed the one part of me I always tried to cover. My collar bones. It wasn't that they were bad, they were actually quite nice. It was the dark, swirling birthmark staining my skin on my left collar bone. I'd tried everything from makeup and concealers, that eventually just melted off of it. To removal that even lasers couldn't touch. It was just...a part of me. Every time I wore this dress, I watched as my date's eyes travel down to it. Normally, I'd wear a cardigan to cover it up, but with mine and Tristan's fifteen years of friendship, he saw it before.
I made my way to the semi-fancy Italian restaurant, already limping in the heels I shouldn't have worn. It wasn't until I walked inside and met Tristan at the table, he already reserved for us, that Timothee took a seat. Right next to Tristan. I wasn't unaware to Timothee's eyes sweeping over my body. The last few days he'd only seen me in casual clothes, nothing this fancy. Then I saw it. His eyes locked on my birthmark.
I shot him a look, the irritation evident in my eyes and face. Tristan looked in the direction of Timothee, a confused look on his face, but, of course, couldn't see him. Tritan looked around the room, wondering who I could be giving this look of disdain to. Little did he know he was sitting right next to him.
"Thanks for giving me this chance," Tristain said.
I hid my cringe. Why did he make it seem like he was interviewing for a job.
"We've been friends forever, Tris, why wouldn't I give you a chance."
Beside Tristan, Timothee rolled his eyes. He leaned back in his chair and crossed his arms, watching me in amusement.
Tristan perked up at my answer, hope filling his eyes. Timothee pushed out his bottom lip into a pout shook his head in mock sadness. Then I remembered what he said the day before. Don't make any promises. So instead, I just smiled at him.
We placed our orders and drank our drinks awkwardly while we waited. I hated how strange this felt, even if Timothee wasn't sitting in between us, Tristan and I had dinner together many times, why did he have to make something as causal as eating food together feel so different this time.
"So, y/n," Tristan said, breaking my train of thought. "I've been thinking and, I really think you should open up a bit."
Timothee made a face of mock shock and put an index finger to his mouth in thought.
"What's that supposed to mean?" I asked, not able to hide the slight attitude brewing inside of me.
"It means I know you like me. And for some reason you won't let me in. So, I think tonight is the night that that happens."
"Let you in? Wha the fu-"
Sensing the mood, the waiter approached with our plates and politely placed them in front of us and walked away without asking any questions.
"What the fuck is that supposed to mean?" I finished my sentence.
"It means that this is the way the rest of tonight is going to go: we're going to eat this food, and I'm going to pay for it. Then we're going to go to the movie you picked out at 8, which I am also paying for, then you're going to take me to your house and we're going to do what I say from that point on."
I was shocked into silence, my mouth hanging open in disbelief. I'd known Tristan for fifteen years and he'd never once acted this way. I looked over at Timothee and I almost wished I hadn't. His face was almost dark with rage. His eyes normally a greenish-blue color was now completely black. His furrowed and close to his eyes and he worked his jaw in a way that I'd only seen people do before a fight. Then, he stood up, the chair behind him fell to the ground causing Tristan and a few people in the surrounding area to gasp. Our waiter came over and picked up the chair and whispered a polite and confused "I'm sorry." Timothee made his way to the front of the restaurant and slid out of the door once a busboy held it open for a older couple to come in. And suddenly, I felt a lot less safe without him sitting at the table with me. This new side of Tristan seemed sinister.
Tristan shoveled a ravioli into his mouth, glaring at me. "Are you not going to eat?"
"I'm not hungry," I said through my teeth.
The door opened again, and I heard the sound of a familiar voice. I turned around and there he was, Timothee. My grim reaper. I didn't hide the smile on my face, I couldn't help it. This time it was clear everyone in the room could see him. I watched as he spoke in a whisper to the busboy at the door. Timothee glanced in my direction and winked. Then the busboy looked over at us and nodded. Instant relief flooded my entire being.
I wasn't sure how he was able to change so quickly, but he was now wearing a very expensive looking suit, all black with small accents of red and a pin attached to the collar that was none other than a scythe. The entire restaurant quieted and watched as he walked, in seemingly slow motion, to our table. All eyes, including mine and including Tristan's were on him. The busboy followed behind and quickly pulled out the chair that Timothee was sitting in moments before.
"Y/n," Timothee greeted me, pulling my hand into his and kissing the top of it. Already, I felt my core turn molten. His lips felt like fire and ice on my skin.
"Who is this man?" Tristain said, disgusted.
"You must be Tristain," Timothee said extending a hand. When Tristain didn't take it, he elegantly curled his fingers into a first. "I'd say it's a pleasure to meet you, but it's unfortunately the exact opposite. Tell me, does it bring you pleasure to try and take advantage of women, or do you do it because your dick is small?"
I snorted and spat out some of my drink. I could see Timothe's smirk forming along his profile.
"Excuse you?"
"What do they call that these days? Small dick energy?"
I covered my mouth with my palm, resisting the urge to laugh.
"Who are you?"
"I'm a...close friend of y/n's." Timothee said, putting an emphasis on the word close that made me bite my lip.
"Wow, I've waited all this time for you to give me a chance y/n and you just take in some twink off the street?"
"Tristain!"
Timothee shrugged, "I've been called worse." Then he leaned in closer, luckily the rest of the restaurant went back to their food and conversations. "Allow me to tell you how the rest of tonight is going to go..." Timothee's gaze hardened and instantly Tristan's eyes glossed over, his mouth hung open, and he was transfixed on Timothee, as if he was being hypnotized. "You're going to get up from here and you're going to leave."
"I was just about to leave, yeah," Tristan said calmly.
"And when you leave, you will not contact y/n again."
"Who?"
"Good, good," Timothee praised and selfishly I wished it was me he was praising instead. Then, he took a fistful of Tristans shirt and pulled him closer, "and if you do," Timothee spoke so softly I could barely hear what he said. "I will kill you myself. And trust me, you don't want to see what kind of death a reaper is capable of."
Tristan nodded and stood up and waved. "Enjoy your meal," he said as he made his way to the door. I watched until he left, waited a few minutes to be sure he wouldn't reappear and turned back around. Timothee was already sitting in his seat.
"Will he be, okay?" I asked.
"You still care about that?"
"I mean I don't want him to die on the way home. He seemed out of it."
"Unfortunately, he'll be fine."
The waiter stopped by and took away Tristan's plate. Timothee nodded politely and focused back on me.
"You don't own me you know," I said, in a voice that should have sounded headstrong but was anything but. As time went on it seemed more and more to me like that's exactly what I wanted. "You're just here to collect my soul."
"Technically, I do. I am sent here to watch you, look over you until your time is up. I am meant to protect you. Though, this situation is unlike one I have ever encountered."
"How do you mean?" I asked.
"You should eat," Timothee said, changing the subject. "Eat your dinner, and I'll take you to that movie."
"Okay, but you have to keep talking."
Timothee nodded. Only resuming the conversation once I scooped a bite of lasagna into my mouth.
"Most of the souls, at least everyone I've collected have not been able to see me. I wasn't expecting it to have this type of effect on me."
I swallowed my lasagna hard as he said the words.
"I don't own you. No," he started, then reached out and brushed my hair away from my collar bone. He let his finger graze my birthmark. I shudderd at the touch. "But I'd like to. Very much."
Fuck.
He scooted up, his chest flush against his side of the table and one of knees made their way in between my legs. He dropped a long arm beneath the table and slid his palm up my leg. I dropped my fork. "I wish I could be the blood that traveled through your veins, the air that you breath into your lungs." His index finger grazed my core through my panties and I jumped, hypersensitive to the touch. My plate clanging against the table, my glass tipping over.
"Can we go?" I pleaded.
"Eat your food. All of it."
I started to protest.
"Or do I need to feed it to you?"
I shoveled in the rest of my lasagna and downed my entire diet coke. My skin tingling as Timothee gave me small touches under the table. We walked out moments later, my knees weak. Timothee laced an arm around my waist, holding my up and against him. His temperature freezing against my hot skin. We began walking in the direction of the movie theater, but somehow between soft touches and him pressing his nose into my hair we strayed off the path.
"Look!" I said, pointing to a cemetery. "Let's go in there."
"What about your movie," Timothee called after me.
"It's already 8:35, it's already started."
"I loathe cemeteries," Timothee groaned.
"What!?" I pulled his cold hand into mine and drug him into the foggy gates of the local cemetery. "A grim reaper scared of a graveyard!? This is where the bodies of all those souls you take go!"
"I didn't say I was scared. I just don't like them."
"Why?" I teased. It was getting dark, the cemetery would close soon, but for some reason I felt compelled to go in there. Like I needed to be there. "If you're scared say you're scared." I climbed upon a stone bench next to a large oak tree. Timothee stood in front of me and for the first time I was eye level with him. Then it hit me. "I've got eight days to live." I said it out lout without even meaning to. "Eight days to live and...I've not even gotten the chance to live."
Timothee looked at me and maybe it was because we were eye level for the first time, but it seemed like he really saw me. "If it makes you feel any better," he said, taking my arms and draping them over his shoulders. He circled his around my waist, pulling my closer into him. He ducked his head slightly, running his nose along my chest, stopping at my birth mark. He kissed it lightly causing my back to arch. His touch there felt like dark magic and sin. "I wish it was anyone other than you."
"Why?"
"Because now that I know you exist, I don't want you to cease to."
And before his lips found mine, they hovered there, his cold breath swirling and mixing with my warm breath, becoming too intoxicating for me to pretend I didn't need him now. His lips skated across mine effortlessly, like a dance we'd practiced for eternity. My hands slid into his dark, curly hair. I wrapped my legs around his waist, earning a soft groan from him. He turned us around and sat on the bench. He kissed me like it was the first and last kiss he'd ever have. Like sadness and hope mixed together to form a melancholy war between life and death.
A kiss can change a human life. And that one did.
This has been a Sufferingsouls production
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muertawrites · 2 years
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I read somewhere that Joseph said Eddie had a crush on Chrissy (dont quote me on this, I just skimmed past it in tumblr lol) but would you ever write something based off of that where the reader is not really jealous but more insecure about their relationship after finding that out?
yes. all the fics about cheerleader!reader make me dysphoric af so i'm here for this request.
plus (and no hate to joey babe, he knows our boy better than anyone) but i really can't see eddie being attracted to someone like chrissy. kind to her the way he was, yes, but genuinely into her? no. she comes from the crowd that causes him so much torment that she would be a massive turnoff for him. she’s also just too... vanilla for eddie. eddie’s a weirdo. he likes other weirdos. 
also, @eddieonfilm​ started posting songs of the day which i love and since i get songs stuck in my head a lot while i’m working on things, i decided i would do the same except with my fics. the only thing i love more than writing fanfiction is forcing my music taste on others. today’s song: 
i apologize in advance for how much i projected in this one. reader is implied to be heavier set and alt.
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The air in the boat house is cold, and it has nothing to do with the spring evening setting in. You're relieved that you found Eddie, that he's with you again, unharmed and relatively safe, but that doesn't stop you from wondering. Worrying. Your insecurities and lack of trust take over, and your chest is tight.
He was alone with Chrissy Cunningham in his trailer.
The girl everyone teased him for having a perverted crush on - even the Hellfire Club.
The poor thing is dead. You shouldn't feel this way. But you do. The guilt compounds with your anxiety, crushing you under its immense weight.
“If you keep chewing your lip like that, you’ll gnaw it off.” 
Eddie’s words are mirthful, but he delivers them in deadpan. When you look up at him, his eyes are hollow, empty of the glint of mischief you’ve fallen so hard for. 
You’re sitting on the floor - his back against the wall under the far window, yours against the back of the suspended boat in the middle of the little shack. Your legs are intertwined; he’s close enough to touch, and he does, reaching his hand out for you to take. You accept it, allowing yourself to find comfort in his warmth and weight pressing into your palm. 
“... Why were you with her?” 
Eddie blinks, incredulous, clearly not expecting that to be the question that falls from your lips. 
“I told you,” he replies; slowly, as if you don’t understand him. “It was a deal. Chrissy was freaked out and needed something for the edge.” 
“But she was in your house,” you whisper. “You... you were alone with her.” 
“You can’t be fucking serious right now,” he quips. “Do you actually think I fucking killed her? After all the shit you’ve seen in this ass backwards town?” 
He rips his hand away from yours, the action shredding through you like a rain of bullets. You have to bite the inside of your cheek to keep yourself from crying. 
“No, Eddie,” you assure him. “That’s not... That’s not what’s bothering me.” 
He stares at you, trying to read the creases that frame your downturned lips. He’s so fluent that it takes him a matter of moments to decipher them. When you see the look of recognition that falls across his features, you turn away, ashamed. 
“... You don’t like that I was... alone with her,” he concludes.
“Just drop it,” you sniffle. Tears burn your eyes, and you raise an arm up over your face in an attempt to hide them. “Forget I said anything.” 
“No.” 
Eddie lifts a hand up, waving it in a dismissive motion.
“We need to talk about this. Are... are you... You can’t be jealous. I’ve said two words to Chrissy in my whole life. You know you’re like... the only woman I really talk to.” 
You laugh, the sound void of all happiness; it rings broken, helpless, the bleakness of it completely crushing Eddie.
You’ve known each other a total of six months, but you act as if you’ve been together since birth. Your souls match one another in a way that thrills and terrifies you, and makes it that much harder to picture him alone with someone as pretty and petite as Chrissy. 
Someone so unlike you. 
“Why are you defending yourself?” you ask. “You’re not my boyfriend. You can’t cheat on me.” 
“Because something about Chrissy and I together bothers you,” Eddie spits back, reacting to the bitterness in your tone. “And I don’t want you hating me for it. I’m not your fucking enemy.” 
You hate it when he reminds you of that. It proves that he can see right through you, that your anger and defensiveness is a ploy to protect yourself by deflecting the pain.
Like looking in a fucking mirror, isn’t it Munson?
“I’m not... jealous,” you admit after what has to be the longest moment of your life. “I’m just...” 
Your chest heaves as a sob escapes you. 
“She’s just so pretty,” you whimper. “And so nice, and I’m... I’m so fucking forgettable. I’m a troll and she’s a fucking fairy.” 
“Hey...” 
Eddie’s voice is soft as he slides over to sit beside you, his arm curling around your shoulders and hugging you close. Your face falls into his chest, his smell of cigarettes and weed and dollar store soap more familiar to you than the smell of your own home. 
“Chrissy is... was...” he swallows the word like it’s glass, “... very nice. And yeah, she was pretty. But nice and pretty are boring as shit. Fuck, she was scared of me when she met me in the woods yesterday, because she was fucking the guy who has all of Hawkins convinced I’m possessed by the devil because I run the nerdiest club ever. You’re way cooler than that. Than any of those fucking posers who are too scared to be themselves.” 
His hand falls onto the back of your head, making a trail of tender strokes through your hair. 
“We’re probably gonna die so I’m just gonna find my balls and admit this,” he sighs. “I’m fucking in love with you. Head over heels in love with you. I’ve had a massive crush on you since middle school when you used to argue with our teachers.” He chuckles fondly at the memory. "And in junior year, when you dyed your hair orange because Jason Carver called you a soulless bitch in front of the whole cafeteria? God, and the way you always wear those really frilly dresses with the combat boots... I’ve been pining after you for fucking ever. I’ve written songs about you. When you started talking to me I wondered why the hell I never tried to get close to you sooner. I would’ve been way less miserable if I actually got to know you when I wanted to.” 
You sniff, leaning heavily against him as you let his words sink in. You never knew he noticed you growing up the way you always noticed him. The revelation is comforting; sobering. 
“... Well. I don’t think we’re gonna die,” you finally murmur. “But we’ll definitely experience a new level of trauma after this.” 
Eddie laughs. He presses a kiss to the crown of your skull, his hand finding yours once again and lacing his ringed fingers between your bare ones, admiring the way they fit together. 
“I’ve been meaning to level up my trauma,” he muses. “... But you’re right. We’re not gonna die. We can’t die - we’ve gotta grow old and senile together.” 
You smile, absently bringing his knuckles to your lips. The feeling raises goosebumps up his arm. 
“... Eddie?” you whisper. 
“Yeah, sweetest.” 
“I love you, too.” 
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🌹💀get your eddie fix💀🌹
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Birthday Reveal
The moment Shoto was inside, he shrugged off his coat and kicked off his shoes. He then lowered the bag full of presents to the floor, albeit delicately, before making his way to the bedroom; he didn't bother tidying up.
Birthdays were fun, now that he actually celebrated them, but they were also exhausting. Shoto figured he'd be used to the attention, considering his upbringing and hero ranking, but honestly, he couldn't have been more wrong. His family had been doting - always trying to make up for lost time - while his friends made fun of him good-naturedly, and while he enjoyed the company, it was all very overwhelming.
But Shoto had to admit, as he quickly changed into his Deku-themed pyjamas, his exhaustion was paired with disappointment.
Izuku had been at work all day.
Sure, they co-ran "Our Power" agency together, so it made sense that they had to cover for each other with holidays sometimes - especially when Izuku insisted on keeping their relationship a secret for safety reasons, despite Shoto's solid counterarguments - but it was Shoto's birthday and Izuku still hadn't come home!
He checked his phone, hoping for another notification updating him on the situation, but alas, all he could see was the text from three hours ago - when Izuku's shift was supposed to finish - saying he'd been called out.
With a sigh, Shoto finished his night-time routine and climbed into bed.
He knew he shouldn't worry. Izuku was the number one hero for a reason. He could handle anything... yet Shoto couldn't fall asleep. As selfish as he felt for wanting his partner here with him, they had a duty to Japan - he didn't expect Izuku to forgo that just to appease him - but that duty was dangerous. Three hours of overtime due to call-out was never a good sign.
His phone buzzed.
Shoto was almost embarrassed by how quickly he grabbed it, only to be dismayed to find that it was only Uraraka.
Uraraka [21:25]: Hey I know you're moping bc you thought it was Deku messaging you,which is dumb bc I'm cooler than him 😤
Uraraka [21:25]: Anyway, turn on NHK Hero news live right now
Me [21:25]: K ☹
Shoto opened the browser on his phone, snorting when a notification popped up from Uraraka, calling him a "rude bitch boy, you'll thank me later". Once he had the station up, he turned on the volume and clicked play.
The screen loaded, showing Izuku in his hero suit, smiling as he spoke to a reporter. They seemed to be talking about the villain encounter, but it wasn't hurried or frantic; it was almost leisurely. Shoto frowned.
'Okay, Hero Deku.' The reporter looked at her watch. 'You requested this interview and it is now officially nine thirty. You said you had an announcement to make?'
'Ah, yes!' A deep flush painted those freckled cheeks as Izuku rocked on his feet. 'So, as you know, Hero Shoto's birthday is today!'
He heartbeat quickened at the direct address, and he swallowed heavily.
'As one of my best friends and co-owner of our agency, we usually spend his birthday hanging out in some form, but unfortunately that wasn't possible today.' Izuku continued. His hands were fiddling with each other in front of him; he was nervous. 'So I thought I'd give him one of his presents now, now that I know he's watching this.'
His partner turned to the camera, and suddenly, his smile reached his eyes, crinkling at the corners. It was a fond smile; the kind only Shoto was privy too.
'Happy birthday, Shouchan.' His voice quivered slightly, but was laced with affection. 'I know you've wanted this for a while, but I've been too chicken to do it. That changes today, because you were right... about everything. So... to quote All Might, I am here!'
He paused, exhaling slowly. 'I am here... to tell the world that I love Todoroki Shoto! He is my partner in life, and I feel so blessed to wake up beside him. We're in a relationship and have been for a while now, and I can't wait for us to grow old together.'
Izuku grinned dopily at the camera - Shoto was sure he was making a similar face at his phone - before realising where he was.
He then coughed awkwardly. 'Anyway, that's all I wanted to say. Thank you for taking the time to listen to this announcement, but I have a boyfriend to get home to, and I'm already three hours late.'
Before anyone else could speak, emerald lightning shone as Izuku launched himself in the air; the camera focused on him flying off into the distance, like a shooting star. The reporter was gobsmacked, while her microphone picked up the cries of the excited fans who had gathered around to watch the interview in person. Meanwhile, Shoto buried his face in a pillow, hugging it close to his chest as he rolled around the bed.
It was finally out there. Everyone knew about them. He was finally able to love Izuku openly.
It was the best present.
A loud thud sounded from outside, followed by a key opening the front door. Clearly, his partner was keen to see him, and Shoto wasn't complaining. However, as soon as the door slammed shut, he heard a squawk, followed a clatter and a bang.
He shot out of bed and into the corridor, where he found Izuku sprawled out across the floor, having tripped over the shoes Shoto had left out earlier.
'You good, my love?'
'Never better.' His partner grumbled against the tatami. 'Anyway... Happy birthday, baby cakes. I hope you liked my present.'
Shoto tipped his head back and laughed.
'I loved it.'
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tojisun · 6 months
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(simon ask anon again hope it doesn't bother u)
okay im going to try to make this one not so long: THE DAD JOKES you can't imagine how hard those dumb jokes made me laugh bc it was the last thing i thought would come out of him but that made them even better n the rest of interactions in that mission are just as magnificent i love his dynamic w johnny <3
"his size makes me feel small but in a safe and tender way" YES YES YES YOU COULDN'T HAVE SAID IT BETTER "he's your safety but you r his home" how does it feel to KILL MD OMG GIRL IT MAKES PERFECT SENSE DW
my friend you truly understand me (⁠´⁠;⁠︵⁠;⁠`⁠) it makes me happy to see im not alone on this insanity n im here to warn you that it can get worse,,, saw you talking of price N DONT LET ME GET STARTED I LOVE HIM TOO RRRR 🐺 rmbr how i said that simon would understand me? well price would FIX me. and i don't doubt it for a even second. he's literally the perfect man: big, older, hairy.... just imagine being his good girl ㅠㅠ
IT DOESNT BOTHER ME AT ALL SWEETHEART!! tbh im loving this correspondence sm 🥹🫶🏼 love u
NO FR I DIDNT EXPECT IT! WHEN I FIRST HEARD IT, I THOUGHT IT WAS THOSE INCORRECT QUOTES AND THEY (OPs) HAVE HCs THAT THESE COD CHARACTERS ARE SAYIN IT BUT NOPE ITS LEGIT HIM 😭
the one about the dog killed me fr omg i was on the floor giggling bc wtf actually. AND YEA his dynamic w soap is so RAHHHH my fave gotta be that time when johnny said “fuckin brits” after ghost asked him to make a cup of tea HXJSIDOS theyre so funny oh my god i need them
AHHH THANK YOU SO MUCH!!! tbh im speaking amidst all my projections so im super glad that it makes a whole lot of sense <333
NO BECAUSE :((( ghost never had anyone to call family – no place to call home – until he met you. he thought that yk he’s just gon live his life in war because thats what hes damn good at AND THEN HE MET YOU AND NOW HE HAS REASONS TO LIVE. REASONS TO LOVE :((( i need him happy. i need him to be loved tenderly and carefully and gently, but also passionately and encompassing-ly. HE DESERVES IT!!!!
wdym it can get worse- ANON WDYM
OMG THE THING ABOUT PRICE?? YOU ARE ABSOLUTELY RIGHT. big burly man whose voice rolls off his tongue with the viscosity of molasses, his warm hands wide as it holds you and presses you to him, his lips always pressed onto your skin because he loves kissin you?? THE WAY god the way he murmurs his praises on your skin or swipes at the apple of your cheeks or the way he pulls you to his lap??
RAHHHHHHHHHHH stop anon (dont stop) I CANT DO THIS ANYMORE
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shiverss-s · 2 years
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Lucifer x Gn!Mc
life is too short
hihi found another old fic yall
It was a bad day all around in the House of Lamentation, everyone was in a bad mood. MC decided to hide it out in their room surprisingly no one decided to intrude which was very strange. Some argument happened during breakfast and now everyone refuses to talk to each other.
MC opened a small box that the brought with them to Devildom. It contained small things that were important to them. While deep in thought they heard a loud thud coming from the room above them, Lucifer's office. Mc instantly started running towards the room and knocked on the door. There wasn't an answer so MC walked in. They knew they weren't supposed to but they were worried.
"What are you doing here" A voice said across the room.
"I-I'm sorry, I heard a noise and I was worried, Are you okay?" Mc stumbled on their words. Lucifer froze for a quick moment when he realized MC was worried.
"Ah I'm sorry for startling you, and yes everything is fine" Lucifer calmly replied.
"Are you sure? And what was that noise?" Mc began to walk closer to Lucifer.
"It was just a book that fell and yes I'm okay just a bit stressed, MC" Lucifer lightly smiled at MC.
"Oh! Okay if you say so, would you like me to leave you alone?" MC didn't want to bother Lucifer since everyone was in a bad mood.
"No, it's fine, you're actually helping me relax" He got up and sat on a nearby couch and motioned for MC to sit by him.
"What's in the box" Lucifer asked curiously.
"Oh it's just a bunch of things that are important to me, would you like to look at them?" MC sat closer to Lucifer.
"I don't know... I'm pretty curious but I don't want to intrude" Lucifer looked at MC.
"Nonsense, I want you to look. I remember something you told me before, Curiosity killed the cat... but you never listened to it fully, Curiosity killed the cat but satisfaction brought it back." Mc always thought of that quote they placed the box in Lucifer's hands.
Lucifer wrapped his arm around MC he has a huge soft spot for MC and liked having them close to him. A slight blush appeared on MC's cheeks.
"Let's see what's important to you" Lucifer said in a joking tone. He opened the box and saw a group picture of them and the brothers. He smiled at this and bel MC tighter. That right there made him want to kiss them and hug them tightly.
Mc put their head on his shoulder and they looked through a few more photos.
"Oh no" Mc tried to grab the box but Lucifer was quicker than them.
"Oh my goodness, this can't be!" Lucifer gasped as he saw a photo of MC when they were younger. They tried to grab the photo but he held it up so MC couldn't grab it.
"Look at you, you were so tiny and precious and adorable" Lucifer cooed. This is the softest Lucifer has been in a while. A heavy blush appeared on Mc's face.
"No, now give it back" MC tried to reach for the photo.
"You're right you are tiny, precious and adorable." Lucifer looked at MC and began hugging them and holding them.
"Oh shush" MC hugged Lucifer back and smiled at him.
"Life's too short to argue, I'm ALWAYS right!" Lucifer joked
"Coming from a demon" MC laughed.
"Do you want to continue looking in the box" Lucifer looked into MC's eyes hoping they say no.
"No I actually want to stay like this." MC smiled the two were laying on the couch. MC was on top of Lucifer and they cuddle into his chest and looked at him. Lucifer pulled MC into a kiss and they cuddled until the two fell asleep.
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quirofiliac · 9 months
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@epitaffia / 💥
It starts with a chase-- all good movies do. That's how they grab a viewer's attention in an instant (a snap of the fingers, something kira's finding himself having to do more often nowadays.) with minimal effort. A chase scene was about the same as a generic cliffhanger; it certainly got the job done in all the right ways.
A door's been slammed shut behind him, kicked back into place and very nearly off its hinges. His steps are careful, slow, yet almost... cordial. One foot goes in front of the other, and then another slides behind it. Single tracking within his steps, Kira's upright in posture with both arms at his sides. A lamp swings overhead, swaying like a pendulum and casting minimal light at varying intervals.
He's silent, too. That's something he's learned to be (to do-- to become this "thing" that no one dares think about.) from years upon years of observation that gradually led into improvisation. To survive, he's adjusted accordingly. It was an awful experience every time. Common sense dictated that it was the natural order.
He knows what house they're in (it belongs to a woman named... ah, what was her name again? not like it matters. it's not hers anymore but--) and has its layout memorized. One moment he's strolling out from the bedroom and then the next he's already proceeding down a hallway (--it's going to bother him. he's usually a little better with names...) leading into the bathroom. Why was it always the bathroom, anyway?
It seemed to be everyone's favorite place to hide. Each time, too, it never seemed to work.
Quite an expected and lackluster oversight in Kira's opinion.
Running from one place to the other, too, was another common sight in movies. A "protagonist" -- in quotes because, honestly, they're going to die in another minute anyway... -- always picked the one place where it led nowhere. There was no exit. There wasn't anywhere to hide. All that was left was them, huddled inside the bathtub with streaky mascara running down their cheeks, and the leaky sink a few paces off to the left.
Coming to a stop before the door (of course it's shut. little bitch can't face the music with dignity. most of the time, none of them can.) and enclosing his hand around the knob, Kira rests his forehead gently against cedar. Gaze drifts, at first staring straight ahead before dropping down towards his grip. All of his knuckles pressed up against skin, fading it into a stark white in a matter of seconds.
Kira shuts his eyes, cants his head slightly to the right and inhales.
"Can you let me in?" he asks in a voice that teeters on sweet (it's like dealing with a child. how fucking annoying.) with some artificial sugar tossed in last second. He's made to wait. Eyebrows furrow shortly after. "... I think you should let me in."
He jiggled the knob and it's only a little. Another attempt's tried and, still, there's no give.
A sigh's curtailed, promptly swallowed.
"You're... ah, really pissing me off, actually," comes from behind the door, words clearly vocalizing the sneer taking shape on his face. "You're not trying to do that, are you? I just want to talk."
(i'm only going to bash your fucking face in.)
"I'm going to step away from the door-- and then you're going to open it. I am asking you to open the door."
(jesus christ, why do you have to be so difficult?)
Stepping away from the door as if on cue, all's silent save for the footsteps that grow farther and farther away. It's all done in another walk, because that's more than enough. Time wasn't exactly a commodity in this sort of situation but Kira's willing to accommodate. People accommodate for their neighbors-- all the time, actually! That was normal.
With his back still turned, Kira allows for all the tension within his body to expel itself all at once. Shoulders fall in a sudden drop in tune with his head coming up in a slow rise. Eyes peer up at the ceiling, and the lamp continues to swing. He swore he could almost... hear ticking somewhere off in the distance. It doesn't matter. Best not to dwell on it.
One glance's spared down to his watch (it's six o'clock, on the dot. he's late.) but it's fleeting. A single blink takes him away, replaced by him turning on his heel and facing the "horizon" instead. Peering straight at the door, he began pacing towards the door in smooth, even strides only to gradually pick up in speed. Increasing his speed into a jog before breaking into a sprint, Kira swiveled his body to make direct impact between shoulder and door--
"... Are you... um, alright?"
--they're outside now. Always has been.
It's about four o'clock, give or take a few minutes. Kira's been standing idle with arms slack at his sides. A look of mild concern (painted on, unsure if any of this was actually his business though knowing full well it wasn't his problem.) gradually worked itself over his visage, eyebrows slightly knitted inwards as half of a step's taken back.
Crunch of grass beneath his heel was sharp, and it's enough cause for him to tense (what the hell was this guy's problem? were they just letting anyone prowl the streets now?) on the spot. Fingers flinch, flexing briefly before he's tucking both hands away into his pockets.
Throat's cleared, and Kira nudges his head (asking, but politely, "what the fuck is wrong with you?") in their direction shortly after.
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"Are you... perhaps... looking for somebody?"
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It’s Wednesday?! Again?! Apparently. This has been a weird week but now I guess it’s nearly over. Except tomorrow is my busiest day of the month soooo well it will be a relief when it’s done.
Thank you lovelies for your tags! 🥰 @frjsti @you-remind-me-of-the-babe @facewithoutheart @confused-bi-queer @martsonmars @angelsfalling16 @artsyunderstudy
Does anyone remember a cracky piece I teased a bit ago where Simon and Baz were coming up with...uh, “nicknames” for each other? Anyway. I have started putting that rough draft into something presentable and I’m really loving it. So I’m going to share some of that instead of yet more SAE which I’m sure everyone but me is tired of by now. New working title is “By Any Other Name...”
Under a cut for very slight hints of spice. And I have another ART! update
Simon POV, post canon, post coital:
"It's not my fault your prophecy is full of ridiculous sexual innuendo."
"You're making it dirty! It's not dirty!"
"It's a little dirty," he murmurs.
"Well it's not mine and I'm over all that."
He sighs. "Fine."
"Fine," I say, and turn over to kiss him. I get as far as his cheek before he's speaking again.
His brows are knit. He's being proper thoughtful now. "You are a mess of innuendo."
"You can't call it that," I say. He cuts his eyes to me in confusion and then barks out a surprised laugh.
"No, no. Think about it, Snow."
I drop back onto my wings again with a huff of air. So much for post-coital kisses and cuddles. Of course Baz wants to write his fucking dissertation right now.
If we had a whiteboard, he'd be making columns and phoning Penelope for consultation.
"Sword of Mages. Excalibur—that's definitely one for consideration."
I'm going to object again—I'd die of embarrassment—but he's already moving on, quoting the fucking prophecy again.
"'One will come to end us.' Come?"
"I'll end you," I mutter.
"How, Snow? With your great big, powerful sword?"
"Oh my god," I groan, burying my head against the duvet where it rests over his arm.
Also, more progress on my Between Simons piece for his bday. 👀👀👀
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This was just before I added the lineart. Wasn’t sure how to make it look like the side Simons are projections and @tea-brigade and @gekkoinapeartree came in clutch with some great suggestions. In the end, I went with red outline and fine black interior outline, then I’ll just keep the pencil for the interior detail lines. And try an under layer of light red pencil. Lots of color testing ahead. Also, I feel obligated to say I did actually bother to draw in Simon’s hair before I lined this 😂
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iheartgracie · 2 years
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shannon lynch and johnny kavanagh quotes in binding 13
“She's threatened by you," he said gruffly. "Her reaction to you is based on jealousy."
"Threatened by me?" I shook my head. "Why?"
"Because you're beautiful," he stated, causing my cheeks to flush a deep shade of pink.
A boy had never called me beautiful before. Not like this. Not with such forwardness. Not with such sincerity. Johnny said it, though, and my heart was flapping around in my chest like a demented, caged bird, fighting to escape.
He cleared his throat then, looking slightly uncomfortable, and for a moment I thought he was about to take the compliment back, but then he steeled his features, tucked a loose strand of hair behind my ear, and whispered, "Inside and out.”
"So, you do trust me."
The shrug I gave him was a helpless one because that's exactly how I felt in this moment: disarmed and utterly helpless.
"Words, Shannon. I need the words."
"What do you want me to say?"
"Tell me why you trust me."
"Because when I'm with you, I feel..."
"You feel?"
"Safe, okay? When you're around, I feel safe."
"Because you are,”
“Shannon, look at me."
I shook my head, refusing his request. I couldn’t. It was too much. He was far too much.
"Look at me," he repeated, tone soft and coaxing.
When I made no move to oblige, Johnny tipped my chin up with his hand, forcing our gazes to lock, blue eyes burning holes in mine.
"You. Are. Safe,”
“Johnny hesitated for a moment and then said, "Because I care."
"Why?"
"I just do." He shrugged helplessly. "I can't help it.”
“For fuck's sake," Johnny groaned, dropping his hand. "Not another bleeding quiz."
I chuckled at his reaction.
"What's funny?" he asked, smirking at me. "Don’t tell me you actually enjoy these things?"
I enjoy being with you.
"I'm on the winning team," I teased, nudging his shoulder with mine. "Of course, I'm enjoying this.”
“Johnny caught my hand and pulled me back to face him.
"You'll come home with me tonight?" he asked gruffly, eyes burning with heat, as he fiddled with that rogue strand of hair of mine. "You still want to do that?"
"Yeah," I whispered, stepping closer, unable to resist the urge to knot my fingers in his shirt. "I do."
"Shannon, I'm so…" He exhaled a sharp breath and shook his head. "Tonight." His hand moved from my hair to cup my cheek. "We'll talk tonight."
"Okay, Johnny," I breathed, leaning my cheek into his large palm.
Without another word, he leaned down and pressed a lingering kiss to my forehead. And then he turned around and walked away. Reeling, I watched him until he disappeared into the clubhouse and then I walked back to my friends. Confused was an understatement for how I was feeling. The sheer depth of my feelings for him was unhealthy. The adoration, the lust, the downright infatuation I had for him…it was insanity. I had never felt this much. I had never felt so consumed.”
“I didn’t bother denying it anymore. There was no point. I had never felt this much for another person in my entire life.”
“If Gibsie hadn't come over, I would have kissed her. I knew I would have. I already knew what those lips felt like. I wanted so badly to taste them again. I would taste them again. I was starving for her and everything she was. Every part of her. Inside and out. I wanted to fight all her battles. I wanted to give her all her smiles and make her laugh and snatch her away from the rest of the world and keep her all to myself. I just wanted her. For keeps. I knew that was incredibly selfish of me, and I knew that I was probably going to end up fucking up everything and breaking her heart, but the problem was, my heart was involved, too. I needed to talk to her tonight because I needed to lay it out there. I couldn’t go another day without getting it off my chest. Months of wanting, lusting, and pining after her had left me at a point where I couldn’t see straight anymore. Because I had caught feelings for Shannon. Huge fucking feelings. Permanent ones.”
“But I already felt like I was drowning with her. That's how consumed I was in this girl. That's how much I loved her.”
“Can you stay with me?"
My feet stopped and my heart sped up.
I turned back to look at him. "Huh?"
"Please," Johnny croaked out. "I don’t want to be on my own."
My heart constricted tightly in my chest, making it hard to breathe.
"I can go and get Gibsie?" I offered weakly.
Johnny shook his head. "I only want you."
I knew I should leave. I should walk out of this room and take my seat on the bus. It would be the right thing to do. The sensible thing. But I wouldn’t. Because I couldn’t leave him.”
“It's okay," I promised, taking his big hand in mine. "You're going to be okay."
Johnny stiffened, but didn’t pull his hand from mine. I didn’t let go either. I just pulled his hand onto my lap and held on tightly.”
“Let me see you," I instructed softly. Keeping my right hand wrapped around his, I used my left to reach over and turn his chin. "Those fuckers," I grumbled, eyeing the purple bruising on the side of his cheek, and that cut above his brow that was once again clotting. "Your poor face."
Johnny chuckled then.
"What's funny?" I asked, thrilled to hear that sound come out of him.
"It's weird to hear you say fucker," he explained with a weary smile.
"I'm quite partial to cursing, you know," I told him, desperately trying to distract him from his pain.
"No, you're not," he replied gruffly, too clever for his own good. "You're just saying that to distract me."
"Is it working?"
He nodded stiffly. "Don’t stop.”
“Why are you sorry?" I breathed, trembling from head to toe.
He cupped my cheek with his free hand and tilted my chin up.
"Because I shouldn’t do this," he whispered.
And then he kissed me.”
“Are you okay?" I breathed against his lips as I held onto his shoulders.
"Just keep kissing me," he strangled out. "I want you so much."
"You do?"
"So fucking much,”
“Am I doing it right?" I breathed against his lips, feeling achingly aware of my inexperience.
"More than right," he assured me, claiming my mouth once again.
"This is my first kiss," I moaned against his lips.
"You're fucking perfect,”
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buckle up BITCH (/aff)... from the fic writing asks: 3, 4, 5, 18, 22, 26, 30, 32, 39, and 44 😂
you are the bane of my fucking existence and i love you endlessly. here we fuckin go.
3. Are there any fics that inspired you to write what you do? hmm, i can't think of any specific ones off the top of my head, really, i feel like everything i read inspires me in different ways, good or bad.
4. Link your three favorite fics right now. i know you don't care about rwrb, but these two wips have my entire soul rn: The Soul of David by SprigsOfViolet - catholic guilt and breaking free of expectations, god it's so good. What, like it's hard? by @rmd-writes - the rivals-to-lovers is unparalleled, and it's a prologue to one of my all time fave fics so it's just doubly awesome. running with fire, i live like a liar by @fandomscraziness22 - we all know con au has a grip on my soul
5. What are your fanfic pet peeves? Do they have a huge effect on whether or not you decide to read something? i have very few major pet peeves, and if i know something will irk me (certain ships, tropes yada yada) i just don't bother. if the rhythm is off, i'll dip, but it's kind of hard to clock specifics on what is off abt it. oh, and, if it's rated E and it's like... ridiculous porn dialogue and cheesy over-narration, i'm out.
18. Answered here.
22. Do take fic requests? If so, for what characters and why? yes, and they're usually just you in my dms, you dweeb <3 but yea, and i'll write for anything within reason honestly. if my brain will let me, at least.
26. What’s your biggest distraction when writing? ADHD, so like, myself. and you /t
30. Post a snippet from your current WIP without context - no more than 300 words. “Rough night?”
Alex nearly falls from the edge of the loft, caught only by the rickety railing, and a strong, sturdy pair of hands. A laugh punctuates the night, quiet but wild, and entirely recognizable. “Christ, Willie. Make yourself known.”
The laugh sounds again, hands tugging back against something solid. A heart beat thrums against Alex’s cheek, and it eases his own stuttering chest almost immediately. He settles into the warm embrace with a soft sigh, and he feels the answer, muttered into his hair, more than he hears it. “You looked like you needed a minute alone, but I couldn’t resist.” 
Alex heaves another sigh. “I did want to be alone–”
Willie moves as if to go, a soft apology spilling from his lips, and Alex tries his best not to silence them with his own. He tamps down a smile instead, gently pressing Willie back into the hay.
“I did want to be alone, but then there you are. I will always prefer you.”
It’s Willie who acts on the impulse actually, beating Alex to it and crushing their mouths together with a grin so wide it sets Alex’s own free from where he had been biting it back. His resulting laugh is swallowed by eager parted lips, and for just a minute, he can forget all the princely nonsense he left behind, and just be here, in the present, with Willie tucked against his chest. Nothing else could matter. Nothing else does matter. 
But every spell must be broken.
32. Copy and paste your top three favorite lines/jokes/sentences you’ve ever written. What fics do they come from? Alex makes a comment on his pronunciation of “schedule”, so Henry throws a fry at their face. It misses. - this is from a wip for rwrb, and i think it sums up their relationship perfectly
Julie lets out an incoherent whine, tossing her brush onto the desk. “My soul will reek of sparkles for the rest of my days,” she laments. - from i'll be the question if you'll be the answer. i wore glitter yesterday, and i kept quoting this everytime i found a sparkle on my face LOL
This had to be the set of Punk’d or something right now. What other reason was there for an extremely attractive man to be bent over Alex’s tub making increasingly raunchy comments? - from pipe dreams. i will never be funnier than this
39. What’s something about your writing that you pride yourself on? oh jesus i really have no idea. i guess im funny? like my dialogue feels pretty realistic??
44. Rant about something writing related. if i see one more comma splice in anything ever, i will scream. that is all <3
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3. Free the love: The one where the GOT is forgotten
Paring: F! Parker x F! Cas x F! Gabe
Warning: fluff + smut (first time)
If you are under age or uncomfortable with smut, pay attention to the signs on/off <smut> </smut>
Description: Gabe finds out Parker's insecurities.
Word count: 2095
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Gabe and Parker were sitted next to each other in the sofa watching a very graphic sex scene on GOT.
"Are you wincing, honey?" Gabe asked incredulously "Are you embarrassed?" She chuckled
"Of course I am!" She said hiding her face into Gabe's shoulder
"Why? It is just sex, honey" Gabe said with an amused smile
"I know. I am weird" she muffled into her shoulder
Gabe laughed pulling Parker to her arms. "You are cute" She said giving a caste kiss in her forehead.
"Yeah, 'cute' " Parker let out a disappointed breath
"What? There is something wrong with cute?" Gabe looked puzzled
"I don't think I want my girlfriend thinking me 'cute', when we are all alone watching a sex scene..." Parker whispered looking down to her hands
"And what do you want your girlfriend to think right now?" She said grining mischievously.
"I am definitely not answering that!" She blushed
"Hot? Gorgeous? Freaking delicious? " Gabriela said while pushing Parker down the sofa and laying on top of her. "Cause I also think all that" She said giving Parker a smoldering kiss
"Well, maybe... " She smiled throught the kiss and pushed her thigh against Gabe core.
"Hm.. and I don't mind THAT at all." Gabe took in a sharp breath " You are not blushing now..."
"Yeah, I am ok with teasing, but..." Parker said pulling of her leg and pushing Gabe to the side
"But?" Gabe said laying beside her girlfriend holding her head up by her elbow
"I get nervous about it" Parker shrugged it off
Gabriela was watching Parker reaction to the subject. She could see that her girlfriend wanted to get intimate, they had some pretty heated moments in the last few weeks. But she couldn't understand why she was restraining herself so much.
"Do you want to?" Gabe ask patiently
"Of course I do" Parker said with her gaze locked to the ceiling
"Do you want it with me?" Gabriela asked turning her girlfriend gaze towards her by her chin
"That is just a stupid question" Parker cocked a brow to her
"Bare it with me" Gabe said seriously
"Of course I want you!" Parker exasperated
"So what is wrong?"
"Well.. you know.. I don't know!!"
"Honey, talk to me"
Parker took her time to gather her thoughts. Just thinking about it got her hot and bothered, but she was too self conscious to let it flow.
" I literally don't know how to be the one doing it! What if I am not good?" Parker said hiding her face in her hands
"What? " Gabe said shocked
"I don't know! You are much more experienced than I! What if I screw up? Like, if I can't make you.. well.. enjoy?!" Parker blushed at that, but Gabe took her hand of her face and cupped her cheek
"Honey, sex does no depends on one person - is a couple thing. I respect you and I trust you to respect me. We can talk and guide ourselves towards where we want."
"How is that going to work?" She grinned sarcastically "are you going to 'coach' me to pleasure you?" - she air quoted sarcastically
"Will you feel more comfortable if I do? If so, yes." She said that tucking a small lock of hair behing Parker's ear, trailing her finger down to her cheek. There was nothing but love and respect on Gabe's eyes. "I love you, Parker. And I am here for the long run. I want all of that with you"
"I love you too"
And they stood there in silence for several moments without actually paying attention to the TV.
"Hm... How about we turn this TV off and start your coaching lessons?" Parker gave a side smile turning to kiss her girlfriend " Like, where do we even start: Ethics? 'How to do it yourself'? Anatomy?" They laughed and Gabe rolled to be on top of her again
"We can start slow, you know. First lesson- Ethics: do you consent? "
"Hm. Very elaborate lesson, 'teach'. I do consent. Please go on" Parker said resting her hands across Gabriela's neck
"Well, secondly, I really hope the 'how to it yourself' is already on check" She chuckled
"I AM NOT TELLING YOU THAT" Parker laughed
"Ok. Ok. Then, Anatomy" Gabe said running her hands at the side of her girlfriend body "I think we need a change of scenery for this one" She said pulling her girlfriend to her arms and rushing to the bedroom.
Parker was still giggling when Gabe sitted her on the bed and kept standing over her with a intense gaze. Parker catched her breath seeing her girlfriend like that, it was the sexier that she has ever seeing her: her tone muscles were tense, her eye were wide as to see her whole and the whole energy felt like she could eat her up right there.
She pulled Gabe for a deep kiss, tongues dances with each other, her hand closed behind her head pulling her even closer.
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- "Someone is eager. I thought I was the one teaching here" . She laughed into the kiss and bited the younger woman lower lip
- "Sorry, I.." Parker blushed. She was caught again between how much she wanted and how much she feared it
- "Don't worry, honey, I am going to guide you" Gabe said as reading her mind
- "I am just kind of selfaware"
- "Is ok? We can stop at anytime"
- "Yes. I don'twant to stop"
- "Lay back, then" Gabe said pushing Parker into the mattress. She took out her own shirt and straddled her. Each arm of hers rested onto one side of the young woman head as she hovered on top of her.
Parker eyes were roaming the woman's body and she was bitting her own lip.
- "Do you like the view?" her gaze shot up to meet Gabe's perfect grin as she gulped "Unbotton my jeans, P."
"Yes ma'am " Parker said tracing her shaking hands down her girlfriend body, Unbottoning and sliding the zipper down.
"Good girl. Now I want you to slightly touch me."
"Like this?" Parker said resting her hands over her outer folds
"Hm. Yes." Gabe took a minute to collect herself from the coursing pleasure coming from the touch "You are just out of me. You can sense the warmth. But not yet know how wet I am for you" She said glaring at her girlfriend with an intense gaze.
"You are?" Parker gulped
She smirked "Let's find out, shall we? Please, be subtle, I am trying to focus here, ok?" She smiled "Open me and put only one finger down the fold"
And so did Parker. She separated the outer folds with the other finger as she deeped her middle one in Gabe. She gasped as she felt her tight, warm and wet. As she couldn't help, she moved her finger lightly up and down the fold.
"Christ, honey " Gabe took a sharp breath clearly restraining herself "Don't do that yet."
"You feel delicious" Parker said licking her lips and keeping her finger resting on top of Gabe's clit "what now?"
"You are right on top of my clit. Different people like it differently. There are some who likes it rough and directly on top of it. Some are too sensitive and prefers the indirect touch. You can sense it with circling. If you circle and pay attention you are going to see how I like it. " Gabe said looking straight into her eyes.
As Parker started circling her clit Gabe left out a soft moan and rested her forehead into her shoulder
"Having some trouble focusing there, coach?" Parker smirked clearly satisfied on the arousal she could feel between her fingers "I do have a feeling you like it rough" She said increasing the pressure of the movement.
"Damn it. Wait!" Gabe was breathing fast and shallow as Parker stoped. "Yes, I like it rough" She said with dripping desire. " It is somewhat different from what we do to ourselves, but basically the same." She took a deep breath "Now flick it. Up and down, slowly." She returned to her position bracing herself for the undoubtedly insurge of pleasure that would follow.
So Parker did. Flicking up and down she could she Gabe's eyes closing and her mouth opening in a silent O as her breathing got even more rapid. She could see how wet Gabriela was now and how swollen her clit has gotten. In a bold move, she mixed the circling with the flicking, steading Gabriela's hip with her other hand.
The vampire was at a lost. Moaning and bulking she could barely remember that this was supposed to be instructional. She was already at a seven and getting closer to the edge by the second.
"Damn it, Parker. Stop!" She said grabbing her wrist and pulling it out of her jeans. She was panting hard.
"I wanna see you come" Parker said with a smirk
"Oh, honey. I have no doubt in my mind that you will. God!" Gabriela tried to compose herself for a few.
"Touch me again, but don't move yet" She commanded it. She took a deep breath in as Parker got her hand in her entrance, teasing it slightly. "Finger me. Once. Slow and steady, and stay there".
Parker stroked her inch by inch, until her knuckles were pressuring her clit. Gabe moaned a guttural sound and when she opened her eyes again, Parker shivered noticing the silver eyes.
"Now if I do this" Gabe said clenching her cunt "You can sense that I want you deeper". Then she started riding her hand lightly, pressuring her fingers inside of her "This is me pleading for you to move it faster or stronger"
Parker held her mouth a gape. The pleasure at seeing Gabriela on top of her like that was almost to much to handle. She was beautiful, sexy and totally at her mercy. Parker knew that she herself was wetter than she had ever been.
"Now, sweetheart. I want your thumb circling my clit while you keep fucking me" Gabe said barely a whisper.
So did Parker and Gabriela's stomach started to clench in a so near edge that hurted to keep it a at bay.
"Take it out, now" Gabe said with the last selfcontrol that she had. Parker pouted at the yet another pause, but obeyed.
"Suck it"
Parker's eye widen in desire as she realized what that meant: "you want me to suck my own finger?"
"Yes"
"Why"
"Because is hot and is going to drive me crazy"
There was no more explanation needed for that. Parker happily obeyed tasting Gabe's drip all over her finger. She made sure to give her girlfriend a show of licking and sucking her finger clear. Gabe watched her hungrily, biting her own lip still with her fangs out and glistering silver eyes.
" So, Coach, I am officially dropping out the session now." Gabe looked down at her with confusion
"And now I am going to fuck you senseless" Parker said confidently while dropping Gabe in the mattress and taking her jeans off in an unhumanly speed "and you are going to come for me. Do you understand?"
"Oh yes, ma'am" Gabe grinned. Her desire increasing 10 folds with tha commanding aura resonating from her girlfriend
"Good girl" She said right before crashing her lips onto Gabe's and snaking her hands inside of her again. Gabriela back was arching against her body in response, she tasted herself in Parker's lips.
She plunged deep, first one, then a second finger. She kept her thumb flickering and circling the girls clit while Gabe was frankly bulking against her barely holding together. Her nails left marks all over Parkers back as she reached closer to her peak in each stroke.
7..8...9. "Oh God - Parker!!!!!" She clanched in her back "Don't - take - your- hand -off.... Just ride me out" Gabe said with a breathless whisper as Parker kept shallow and slow strokes, pressuring her cunt to squeeze every single drop or ecstasy from there. Then both collapsed in the bed together.
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"Give me a minute " Gabe said covering her face with both hands catching her breath "You are way too good at this for your first"
"Do you need some blood to recover, honey?" Parker joked with a victorious smile kissing her cheek
"Pst. I might. You had me ejaculate! Do you know how rare that is? I don't even remember last time that I did that" Gabriela chuckled
"I've gotten a good teacher" Parker winked.
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dear-eli · 4 months
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I guess it's a good thing that you're still ghosting me. And an even better thing that I haven't yet bothered trying to work up the nerve to ask to see you in person. Because as much as I miss just being your friend, just spending time casually with you and enjoying your sense of humor and our inside jokes and movie quotes... I know exactly what would happen if I saw you in person.
I would collapse. Maybe just internally, but the floodgates that I've been keeping firmly sealed for months here with the dam of my denial, pretending they don't exist, would break open and I would just start sobbing. And you would reflexively offer me a hug, whether you actually had an ounce of affection left for me or not, just because you're a soft, caring bastard on the inside and can't stand to see people hurting (no matter how much you try and hide that side of you under your prickly 'sarcastic asshole' exterior). And the moment you had me in your arms, the moment my cheek hit your chest, the moment my heart went home, I would never want to let you go. And it would break my heart all over again in that moment, the anguish of knowing that that moment was fragile and temporary, so so temporary, never meant to last, never meant to be true, but if I close my eyes I could pretend, just for a second, just before you'd pull away and my heart would shatter all over again.
The other reason it's inadvisable for us to meet again in person is because I know myself, and I know us. Our spark may have been forcibly smothered, consciously or unconsciously, but it never truly died. If there was even the faintest hint of the same physical chemistry that we used to have - which I have no reason to believe there wouldn't be - I know myself well enough to know that you wouldn't even have to ask. The moment I had any indication of desire and consent from you, I would do anything you wanted. You could snap your fingers and I'd fall to my knees right there in a parking lot, in front of god and everyone, and suck your cock just the way I used to. I never could resist you, even when I wanted to, even when I tried setting boundaries with myself in hopes of a more reciprocal sexual relationship. It never mattered. I would have done anything to please you, even if it meant I never felt pleasure again. And god help me, I still would. I wish I could hate you for that. I resent you for it, for my inability to tell you no, to resist the call of your body. I resent the knowledge that even now, after you spent years systematically breaking me emotionally and then shoved a dagger through my heart and had the audacity to blame me for putting it there, even now knowing you chose her over me and always fucking would, I still can't break your hold over me. I still don't want anyone but you. I'd still do anything for you, anything you wanted, just for a split second's taste of your love and affection. I hate it, I hate myself, and I hate you.
I hate you for never formally releasing me from my collar, too; maybe that's why I subconsciously feel like I still belong to you. But it's been far too long, and I don't know how to bring it up now. Because it didn't matter to you like it mattered to me. It mattered so little to you that you forgot you'd even done it, less than a year in. You probably just assumed that part of our bond was implicitly broken when you ended our romantic relationship. But it wasn't. At least not to me. And now I still don't know how to bring it up without sounding like a fucking pathetic overly-attached needy leech, looking for any excuse to worm back into your life even if just to beg for my subconscious freedom. I know you hate me. I don't know why or what I did to make you turn so cold to me, but then I never do. Somehow this always happens with anyone I let myself love and somehow I never see it coming. I never know how but it's always my fault.
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