#guys it’s been a hard week cut me some slack please
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Drunk and unwilling to tell my friends that I’m crying (once again) because James potter isn’t real. SMH.
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make your move baby
Summary: spencer and y/n have a complicated friendship, spencers imagination overpowers him one night and y/n teases him because what he was imagining made him hard.
Warnings: sub!spencer, virgin!spencer, nerdy!spence, sexual themes, leg humping, slight mommy kink, coming in pants, other small things.
18+ minors do not interact (unless you do I dgaf)
"hi spence" y/n says, walking up beside me. I give her a hopefully subtle once over, she's wearing tight black dress pants and a pink long-sleeved shirt the sleeves are rolled up to her elbows, and her long black hair is pulled back in a ponytail, she's the most beautiful girl I've ever layed eyes on but i can't tell her that, we're to close and the last thing I want to do is ruin what we have.
"Hi, how'd you sleep?" I ask giving her a small smile, she ruffles my hair and I blush as I move my head away, she laughs "you are adorable" she says and i blush even redder.
"Hey guys" Penelope says as we sit down at our desks, "Hello sweetheart" y/n says, quickly looking over at me then smiling at Penelope, I almost didn't see the hint of, amusement? in her eyes.
Almost.
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Me and y/n are driving to my apartment to hangout and watch a movie, I want to ask why she looked at me like that but I know I shouldn't.
"Why did you uhm look at me like that when you were talking to Penelope?" I ask turning so sideways so I'm looking at her, she shoots me a questioning glance "what are you talking about spence?" She says, her tone is teasing. Maybe im just thinking to much about it.
"Actually N-never mind" I say moving to look back out the window but she puts her hand on my thigh, "what's up with you Spencer? You have been so short with me the past few weeks, did I do something?" She says looking at me, her eyes are filled with hurt and it breaks my heart because that's the last thing I want to do. I need to tell her, we've know each other too long for things to completely fall apart if I confess my feelings.
"No no, y/n you did nothing I would never be upset at you and not tell you why. you know that, it's just I've been trying to figure out my feeling for the last few weeks, I didn't think k I was being short or anything" I sigh, she squeezes my thigh tightly, i know it eas mean in a co.forting wat but its to close to whenr ive imagined her hands at, I grab her hand, "d-dont do that" I say trying to compose myself, she looks at me questoningly then looks down at her hand, removing it from my thigh.
I try my best to think about anything but her squeezing my thigh like that but my mind drifts off and I lose control of my thoughts, I imagine myself under her moaning as she kisses my neck, and rigid me. if only this shit would really happen- "spence?" I hear her voice ring through the air and I jump a bit.
"Y-yea" I mumble praying that she couldn't tell what I was just thinking, she looks at my crotch and a slight smirk appears on her face but she says nothing, I blush.
"Were here, I'll give you a bit to take care of that" the says still smirking, I let out a whine of embarrassment.
"No need to be embarrassed baby it happens to all of us it's natural to have dirty thoughts." She says winking at me, dammit.
"Unless..." she says moving her hand back to my thigh, "you want some help with it" she finishes squeezing my thigh roughly once again, I let out a whimper and bite my lip, embarrassed of the sound that came out of my mouth.
"Yes or no baby?" She asks and I nod "y-yes please, help me" I whine the end of it cutting off into a moan as she palms my bulge over my slacks .
"So responsive" she says and I whimper bucking my hips into her hand for more friction.
"No no baby, get out and go to your apartment" she says and I nod opening the door and immediately slide out of the car.
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You get out of the car a few minutes after spencer and slowly walk into the apartment complex, giving him some time to regroup.
Once you get to his apartment you knock on the door, "it's me baby open up" you say and the door immediately opens and you're being pulled inside and shoved into the now closed door, before you could protest his lips are on yours hungrily, you return the kiss, turning you both around and shoving him into the door, he moans at the roughness of your push and you grab his hair causing a low moan to rip from his throat.
You move backwards to his couch, your lips still on his, we both fall onto the couch, he moves to straddle your lap and he starts to kiss you again, "i-i uhm I haven't done anything like this before so I'm sorry if I'm not good" he says looking down at your lap, "baby it's ok" you say and he nods starting to hump your thigh, he moans loudly at the friction provided by your leg and you bounce your knee in time with him coming down on you, making the pleasure he feels almost unbearable, "f-fuck mommy I need to cum, please please I need it so bad" he moans and your eyes widen at the word 'mommy' mixed with his begging, his humping beame quick and frantic, his moans getting louder and louder, "come on be a good boy and cum for mommy baby" you whisper in his ear, moving down to kiss his neck. That's all it takes for the boy to fall over the edge, filling his boxers with his sticky release.
He leans his head into your neck, panting as you card your fingers through his soft hair "mommy?" You ask and he whines.
"Shut up" he says lightly kissing your neck.
"Hey no judgement here baby I just didn't think you were so... kinky" you say and he laughs, "you should see some of the stuff that I imagine when I'm wanking" he says, now you're the one laughing.
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Ok I'm sorry this probably sucks I haven't had motivation for a long time and I wanted to write something before it left again lmao
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Lucy Bronze x reader please. They get spotted multiple times by fans and paparazzi that they are together but they haven’t come out as a couple yet. So when reader scores winning goal at Wembley at the euros. Lucy kisses reader. Like cute fluff
Privacy, or not?
A/N: That request was just too cute and suddenly got really motivated to write. Cut me some slack, it's not very long, not proofread, and I'm a bit rusty, but I'd like to think it's a start:) Thanks for the cute req, Annie :))
Warnings: None just pure fluff
If there is one thing that is important to Lucy, it's her privacy.
You know that, and it's been openly communicated as you started dating a bit over a year ago. That means no love drunk posts on social media, or anything similar.
At first, you had thought this was going to be hard for you since you happily let your followers take part in your life, but you quickly realized that the beauty in this privacy is priceless.
You've never been so happy in a relationship.
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Lucy and you are currently walking at the beach near her apartment in Barcelona. You had quickly learned that Lucy values physical touch, and by now, whenever you were out together with no obvious paparazzi, her hand would always hold yours. Now isn't any different.
You look up at the brunette and can't help but smile. You're so happy. She notices you staring and asks, smiling, "What are you looking at?". "The person that makes me the happiest I've ever been", you just answer honestly as Lucy blushes slightly.
That's another thing you learned about Lucy early on in your relationship. She's pretty shy outside of football, and she could not deal well with being complimented.
"You're so cute when you blush", you just chuckle and cuddle into her side slightly. Lucy just rolls her eyes slightly before placing a soft kiss on your head.
You weren't surprised when the next day you were tagged in, I don't know how many tweets that show a very blurry picture of the two of you at the beach. People have been speculating about your relationship for months now.
As you crawl on the bed where Lucy is lying, you hand her your phone with the Pic. "You can not even tell it's us. They're just two blobs", she chuckles as you just start laughing. By now, it is just fun to tease the media.
You crawl into her arms and rest against her chest, cuddling close. "The paparazzi foto from the restaurant a couple of weeks ago has definitely been better", you mumble as she wraps her arms around you and holds you close. "That was a good one yeah", Lucy says as she kisses your forehead.
The euros were in just two weeks, and even though it's not your first rodeo with the national team, you always get a bit nervous. Lucy knows that, and she also knows that no matter how often she reassures you that everything will be fine, she can't get rid of your nerves completely.
"You thinking about the euros again?", she asks softly as she plays with your hair, and you just nod slightly. Crawling completely on top of her, you wedge yourself in between her legs and look up at her. "What if something happens to your knee?", you ask a bit worried. "Love, my knee is doing very well. Don't worry about me. We'll have a great tournament and play the sport we love, okay?", she asks as she looks into your eyes and caresses your cheeks. You nod and sigh softly before smiling at her.
And Lucy has been right. You both have been having an amazing tournament so far, and before you guys know it, you're in the final. All ready to win the euros. You've never witnessed the lionesses so hyped.
You got on in the 63th minute, and only minutes later, the Germans score a goal to make it even. You glance at Lucy from across the field, and she just nods at you. Telling you to stay focused. So that's what you do.
The regular time is over, so you move into the overtime. It's in the 111th minute that you have a perfect run, and you just take the shot. And it's in. At first, you can't believe it, and then you start cheering, running over to Lucy before jumping into her arms. Your other teammates jump on you too, cheering and yellin, but you only grin at Lucy.
You have never seen her look so unbelievably proud of you. She rests a hand on your cheek and kisses you. You haven't talked about it, but right now, it just felt right. And if Lucy is ready to make the two of you official, so are you.
You grin at her as you break the kiss before pecking her lips once more. You still had a game to finish. However, before you know it, the whistle is blown, and you're handed the medals and trophy. "We did it", you say, grinning at Lucy. "We sure did", Lucy says before pulling you in again for another kiss. "The fans that have been speculating and shipping us are gonna have a ball with this", you say, chuckling.
"Let them", Lucy just says, grinning and kisses you again. This is a nice way to end the tournament.
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baby hughes
Jack Hughes x reader
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ynhughes surprise! baby Hughes coming in September :)
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_quinnhughes IM GETTING A NIBLING
jackhughes come again?
_quinnhughes like sibling but for nieces and nephews
_eliaspetterrsson there’s no way this is a real word
jackhughes someone confirm please
ynhughes after a quick google search, Quinn is definitely right
jackhughes I’m so excited for this next chapter with you 🫶🏻
ynhughes i love you with my whole heart jackypoo
colecaufield you guys are gross
jackhughes it’s called love Cole. don’t be mad that you’ve never felt it
colecaufield 🖕🏻
user1 I wish I was yn hughes
nicohischier you guys!! congrats!!
jackhughes thank you cap!
ynhughes thanks Nic!🥰
lhughes_06 this is extremely mid
jackhughes that’s what I said
ynhughes and what was your idea?
jackhughes no comment
nicohischier did it have to do w/ hockey
ynhughes oh jeez
jackhughes YES! AND SHE VETOED IT!
ynhughes why’d you have to bring it up 🤦🏼♀️
elblue6 I’m so excited for my grand baby!! this is amazing news. congratulations yn 🩷🩷🫶🏻
ynhughes I love you Ellen!! thank you 🥰
jackhughes MOM!?
elblue6 yes?
jackhughes CONGRATULATE ME TOO!!
elblue6 congrats jack.
lhughes_06 lowercase and a period. yowzers.
trevorzegras congrats you guys!!
ynhughes thanks Trevor!!
jackhughes Uncle Trev 😎
njdevils excited for a new Jr. Devil!
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user2 doesn’t yn know the whole world is in love with her husband? how could she do this to us?
user3 tf? it’s yn > jack any day
_alexturcotte my money would’ve been on Quinn being a dad first
jackhughes Quinn who can’t get a girlfriend?
ynhughes Jack! rude!
_quinnhughes she’s only with you cuz she’s pregnant
jackhughes she has my last name
ynhughes Quinn’s too bub
_quinnhughes HA!
jackhughes yn who’s side are you on!?
ynhughes no comment
tmeier98 congrats!
jackhughes thanks timo 🙌🏻
dawson1417 thank god, this was a hard secret to keep
jackhughes you knew??
ynhughes he was the second to know 😳
jackhughes after me right?
ynhughes well …
jackhughes WHAT!?
jackhughes who the hell was the first
ynhughes Luke …
jackhughes HUGHES!?
ynhughes yes.
lhhughes_06 I can explain
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jackhughes 36 weeks & counting 🫶🏻
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ynhughes babe I’m literally huge in this, I told you I didn’t like this one
jackhughes yn, honey, you’re pregnant, your belly gets big
_quinnhughes jackson you don’t know a thing about comforting a pregnant woman who’s feeling self conscious
jackhughes enlighten me then Quinn
_quinnhughes yn, you look perfect. you’re doing the hardest thing a woman could ever do and you’re making it look easy. cut yourself some slack 🫶🏻
ynhughes quinny I love you so much 🥹
_eliaspetterrsson this man has such a way with words
elblue6 I can’t wait for my grand baby!
ynhughes she’s ready to meet you Ellen!!
user1 GENDER DROP
lhughes_06 uncle Luke will be her favorite
_quinnhughes good try bud
lhughes_06 it definitely won’t be you
_quinnhughes uh, it 100% will
ynhughes boys, why are we arguing? you can both be the favorites
_quinnhughes no
lhughes_06 no
jamie.drysdale maybe it’s gonna be me
trevorzegras absolutely not
user2 this baby is gonna have so many uncles
nicohischier still can’t believe you’re having a kid
jackhughes I can’t either it’s crazy
nicohischier it’s a good thing you have yn
ynhughes Nico Hischier, always a charmer
nicohischier 😉
jackhughes hey back off you Swiss
ynhughes be kind to your daughter’s godfather
nicohischier her WHAT!?
jackhughes uh oh
ynhughes Jack Rowden Hughes you never told him!?
jackhughes yep, this one’s on me.
nicohischier you guys are serious?
ynhughes yes, Nico! we would love it if you were her Godfather :) there’s a whole gift that goes along that my incompetent husband forgot to give you, but don’t worry, I’ll mail it today
user3 yn already seems like the best mom
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ynhughes 9.9.23 Layla Quinn Hughes 🩷
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lhughes_06 this is the best birthday gift ever! I love her already
ynhughes we love you! & happy birthday Moosey :)
jackhughes perfect like her mama ❤️
ynhughes I love you Jack Hughes
jackhughes I love you yn Hughes
user1 I think Jack’s officially gone
trevorzegras MY BABY’S HERE! I’M SO EXCITED TO MEET HER
jamie.drysdale your baby?
ynhughes you like kids that much?
trevorzegras uh, yes. especially when it comes to my niece
_quinnhughes that’s seriously her name?
ynhughes yes!
_quinnhughes why??
jackhughes Quinn you’re so important to us, & you’re my older bro! it was only right
lhughes_06 now we have to battle out favorite uncle
lhughes_06 they probably named her after you because they didn’t want you to feel bad we share the same date of birth
_quinnhughes what’s more important, a name or a birthday?
colecaufield oof got him there
lhughes_06 you pick a name, you can’t pick a due date. what are the odds we’re born on the same day?
_quinnhughes actually Luke, September 9th is the most common birthday
ynhughes this is true Lukey
lhughes_06 okay, but what are the odds my niece is born on the same day as me, regardless of the statistical significance
jackhughes why are you using such big words?
edwards.73 the baby will think he’s smarter and choose him as a favorite uncle
edwards.73 his words not mine
elblue6 my first grandbaby! my heart is so full 🥰
jackhughes love you ma!
nicohischier my goddaughter is perfect 🫶🏻 congratulations you guys
ynhughes thank you Nico 🩷
jackhughes you’re the best cap!
user2 the name is adorable
tysmith_6 Jacky boy grew up, eh?
jackhughes damn right!
tysmith_6 congrats man! and congrats to you as well yn!
ynhughes thanks Ty!!
nhl another Hughes to play hockey! congrats!
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dawson1417 Layla 🥹
ynhughes s/o for the suggestion !
jackhughes are we crediting Dawson for the name?
ynhughes no, but we loved this name and he was just another person who said they also liked it
jackhughes 🤨
jackhughes you’re the one that always loved that name …
ynhughes okay maybe Dawson helped a little
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jackhughes my 🌎
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ynhughes round 2!
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trevorzegras NO WAY
ynhughes yes!
jackhughes so excited 🫶🏻
ynhughes nobody I’d rather have by my side 🥰
user1 jack needs to stop having kids. he’s losing his sex appeal
ynhughes speak for yourself 🤷🏼♀️
jamie.drysdale maybe I’ll be the favorite uncle now!
trevorzegras no, it’s my time to shine
lhughes_06 we should probably give it to the real other uncle this time @_quinnhughes
_quinnhughes fuck off
ynhughes boys! behave
lhughes_06 yn is younger than you and still putting you in your place
ynhughes Luke, I don’t care you’re one of my daughter’s favorite people I will kick your ass
lhughes_06 yes ma’am 😳
nicohischier TEAM BOY 🩵
nicohischier and congrats again :)
ynhughes you say team boy like you’re not obsessed with our Layla
nicohischier oh I am, but another Hughes to the NHL would be phenomenal. specifically to the devils
jackhughes oh yeah? and you’ll still be there playing?
nicohischier I’m playing til I’m 50
jackhughes sure bud. sure
elblue6 grandbaby x2! congrats my loves 🫶🏻
ynhughes love you mama Hughes!!
rutgermcgroarty CONGRATS!!!
ynhughes thank you! miss you Ruts!
jackhughes get outta here Michigan
rutgermcgroarty & this is why yn is superior
user2 I hope it’s a boy and that he has Jack’s smile
ynhughes hopefully w/out the missing tooth
jackhughes really? we bring the tooth up now?
ynhughes I loveee youuu
jackhughes mhm
ynhughes jackson!
jackhughes baby I love you, you know this
tysmith_6 I have name suggestions, but only for a boy (which I KNOW you’re having)
ynhughes lay ‘em on me
tysmith_6 Ryan Jackson
tysmith_6 Bradley Luke
tysmith_6 Finnegan Ty
lhughes_06 thanks for the recognition
ynhughes these are really cute actually
tysmith_6 yeah, I’m awesome, it’s whatever
jackhughes who’s gonna tell him
tysmith_6 tell who what
jackhughes tell you something
tysmith_6 ????
ynhughes we already know it’s a girl!
tysmith_6 NOOOOOOOOOOOO
tysmith_6 I mean, yay, of course. but no :(
colecaufield most of the time these comments are just one on one conversations
ynhughes and what about it cole
jackhughes he’s just jealous
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jackhughes baby girl #2! meet Olivia Ellen Hughes!
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nhl Layla & Olivia! congrats Hughes’ on the new addition!
njdevils another Jr. Devil! congrats!
edwards.73 CONGRATS!! miss you yn!
ynhughes thank you E! love & miss you!! 🥰
trevorzegras she’s so perfect 🥹
ynhughes Trev 🥺
lhughes_06 YN Hughes: baddest bitch I know
ynhughes Lukester 🫶🏻
jackhughes now she’s crying, you made her cry
ynhughes it’s just the hormones, Luke is so sweet to me 😭
nicohischier another favorite human to add to the list! congrats jack & yn!
ynhughes thank you Nico! we love you!
tysmith_6 well, if you find yourself pregnant again, you know where to find me for names
ynhughes will do sir 🫡
tysmith_6 oh and conrgats too!!
user1 and the family keeps growing
elblue6 love you guys! so excited for you & your new bundle of joy 🩷
jackhughes thanks mama
colecaufield the cutest lil mama’s boy
jackhughes shut it Caufield
ynhughes Jack be nice. Cole’s a good one
jamie.drysdale need to meet her IMMEDIATELY
jamie.drysdale please & thanks :)
trevorzegras no me first
jamie.drysdale we live together idiot
trevorzegras okay but I get to open the door
jackhughes who says we’re bringing her there??
ynhughes I already yes.
jackhughes babe wtf?? bringing our newborn to what’s equivalent to a frat house?
trevorzegras woah woah woah, it’s nothing like that at all
jamie.drysdale that’s insulting Jack
ynhughes I can’t say no to Jamie
_quinnhughes congratulations you guys
ynhughes thanks Quinny!!
jackhughes 🫶🏻
user2 I still think they break up
ynhughes it’ll happen soon. I’ll just trap him for his child support
_alexturcotte LMAO
_quinnhughes oh yn
luca.fantilli congrats!! I’m a lil behind on the life updates 😬
ynhughes don’t worry Luca, you’re forgiven :)
jackhughes why are you friends with all these Michigan hockey kids
lhughes_06 from the umich football game?
jackhughes the what?
ynhughes oh shit
jackhughes when did you go to a football game with all the boys????
ynhughes you were on a 10 day roadie! what else was I supposed to do, wait for you at home??
jackhughes that’s not what I said! I’m just shocked I was never told
rutgermcgroarty yeah we love yn
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ynhughes these girls sure love their daddy ❤️
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njdevils our favorite Hughes posting our favorite Hughes’ :)
lhughes_06 HEY
nicohischier oof that’s tough
_quinnhughes is Layla kicking him in the face?😂
jackhughes it’s unknown what she was trying to accomplish
lhughes_06 she takes after her favorite uncle.. always kicking Jack’s ass
jackhughes at least the devils don’t hate me
ynhughes Jack that’s mean
user1 the most gorgeous family
elblue6 my girls minus one!
ynhughes mama e >>>>
jackhughes MA!? I’m in the photo too!
elblue6 I can’t lie and say you’re my favorite boy Jack
colecaufield oh shit
jackhughes I’m running away
trevorzegras it’s that karate she’s learning 😎
ynhughes she’s been BEGGING to see uncle Trev so you can watch Kung-Foo Panda. you’re the only person she let’s watch it with her
trevorzegras 🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹 I love her so much
jackhughes maybe Trevor is the favorite uncle
jackhughes love you & our creations 🫶🏻
tysmith_6 that makes it sound like they’re paintings
jackhughes well then I’m fucking Da Vinci
trevorzegras then who are you?
jackhughes …
jackhughes Da Vinci
trevorzegras no that’s yn
jackhughes what???
trevorzegras you said you’re fucking Da Vinci ?
jamie.drysdale OH MY GOD
ynhughes TREVOR NOT THE VERB
_quinnhughes Jesus Christ
trevorzegras oh I’m embarrassed
user2 it wouldn’t be a yn Hughes post without a hectic comment section
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ynhughes our secret baby :) Caroline Florence💕
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luca.fantilli NO WAY
ynhughes WAY
luca.fantilli CONGRATS!!
ynhughes thanks Tilly 🥰
elblue6 so glad the secret is out!! I love my babies 🥰
ynhughes & they all love you Ellen 🥰🥰🥰
jamie.drysdale I already knew about this but I can’t believe it’s real. big congrats guys 🩷
jackhughes thanks kid!
ynhughes love you mucho jimbo!
njdevils we’ve said it once & we’ll say it again, congrats on the new addition!!
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jackhughes officially a girl dad :)
ynhughes I love you Jack Hughes always 🫶🏻
lhughes_06 ew
_quinnhughes grow up
lhughes_06 you’re never on my side these days what’s up w/ that??
ynhughes guys why are we fighting in a comment section?
rutgermcgroarty because they’re children
biznasty you got this kid whipped
ynhughes boy don’t i
biznasty congrats yn & Jack! enjoy this time!
ynhughes thanks Paul🩷
trevorzegras how come you were never this nice to me
biznasty get outta here Zegras this isn’t your kid
trevorzegras it’s my niece, basically the same thing
jackhughes oh not at all
ynhughes not close Trev
lhughes_06 he’s so outnumbered
ynhughes that’s what he gets for growing up in a house of all boys
jackhughes hey that’s Ellen’s fault
elblue6 whose fault?
trevorzegras DAMN
_quinnhughes caught
jackhughes love you mom 🫶🏻
elblue6 mhm
_alexturcotte Jack’s been busy
ynhughes “busy”
jackhughes hey I do a lot!
_alexturcotte not what I meant guys
ynhughes ohhhhh
jackhughes ah he meant sex
colecaufield your parent radar is very censoring
user1 I think Jack’s officially officially taken
ynhughes the marriage wasn’t enough?
jackhughes the first 2 kids weren’t enough?
edwards.73 who knew what we needed was these two hanging up on haters?
nicohischier congrats guys! I’m proud of you kid
ynhughes ❤️❤️❤️
jackhughes cap 🥹
tysmith_6 CONGRATS!!!
tysmith_6 but something’s missing …
jackhughes yn I swear to God
ynhughes Caroline was all me …
ynhughes Florence may have been a Ty suggestion
jackhughes sometimes I feel like I’m just married to Ty
nhl can’t wait for these girls to run the hockey world someday like they’re dad & uncles! congratualtions!
ynhughes well this is just adorable
lhughes_06 *like their uncle Luke
jackhughes omg this little shit
_quinnhughes for real what went wrong with him?
elblue6 I wish I knew
lhughes_06 MA
#nhl#hockey#hockey imagine#instagram edit#instagram imagine#jack hughes#jack hughes imagine#jack hughes x reader#new jersey devils
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not sure what I just wrote......I woke up and went "I gotta write this out!!!"
“Babe could you come here and help me find that photo album?” You hear Noah call from upstairs
“Coming!” You excuse yourself from the rest of the boys who were sat in the living room. You had told Noah that all their old picture were in an album you had put together upstairs in the hallway closet. “Noah?” You call out as you didn’t see him in the hallway. “No-“
Suddenly you were pulled into the bathroom, with the door shutting quickly behind you. His hand over your mouth as he trapped you between him and the door.
“Listen to me, princess.” He whispered in a growl “you’ve been teasing me all day long and now you’re going to fix what you caused” you look down to see the large tent in his pants
His leg slots between your own and nudges against your pussy.
“Ah, Noah, they’re in the living room!” You whisper yell at him
“You didn’t seem to have a problem walking around in these shorts,” he said tugging on the band “or pushing your ass against me when you had to get past me.” He stated as he began to nip your ear. His hands coming underneath your shirt. His digits squeezing at your skin out of frustration and lust
“Im sorry baby I just-“ you try and speak but your cut off by his attacked to your neck
“Sorry for what baby? For getting me hard? For wanting you?” he flips you around to face the mirror, slightly bending your over the sink. His hard dick pushing against your ass. You had to admit, you were teasing him hoping this would happen. But you were hoping he'd do it after everyone left, maybe it worked too well. His hand came around to the front of your body and slipped into your pants. His slender fingers brushing against you. Playing with your clit, you feel your legs go week as you try to hold yourself up
"You're so fucking wet baby," he pants into your ear "What do you want baby? My fingers or my cock?" he asked you as he other hand came up to grasp your jaw and make you look in the mirror "What does my slutty princess want?"
"y-your cock" you moan in a whisper "p-please"
"Awh such good manners," he smirks bringing you shorts down, his hand grazing your ass landing a spank to the skin, making you jump. You watch him in the mirror as his face, his jaw falling slack as he finally slips inside. He always filled you so deliciously, and you always fit him like a glove.
"Fuck baby," he moaned "So fucking tight" he pants as he thrusts into you. The sound of your skin against his filled the bathroom, you loved having sex in front of the mirror and being able to see his face change in pleasure. His hand stayed on your hips and the other came to the mirror as he came closer to your body. His lips kiss your shoulder, his teeth nipping at the skin. His hand play at your bundle of nerves, as he thrusts become shorter but more intense
"N-noah, please right there!"
"There baby? fuck! You feel so good princess." You could feel his thrusts become erratic, you knew he was getting close to his end "Shit! Gonna cum! Cum with me baby" he moans against your shoulder.
"N-noaahh, cumming!" your jaw fell open as you could feel your stomach tighten in your approaching high. He suddenly came down on your neck with his teeth, his hand slapping over your mouth to keep your cry to a minimum. His hips stuttered against your ass as he empties himself inside of you.
"fuck...fuck baby..." he whispered kissing the bite mark he had just left. After catching your breath, you both get cleaned up and organize yourselves. Before you could open the door he tugs at your arm, you turn to face "we aren't done baby, we'll catch up later" he smirks and pecks your lips "little minx" he chuckled opening the door and letting you come out first. Coming back into the living room the boys were looking over a book
"The Album was here guys" Folio gave Noah a suspecting look
"Yeah, don't know what kind of album you were looking for" Nick chimed in
"....."
".....I added in some of Noah's baby pictures" you said changing the subject
"What? WHER!?" the boys said as they started to flip pages
"Y/N!"
"Well now they won't question us"
#noah sebastian#bad omens#noah sebastian x reader#bad omens cult#noahsebastian#noah sebastian smut#star’s blurbs✨
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Pairing: barista!Mike (Hellraiser) x reader (you)
Summary: Mike's friends show up to invite you to a party - they have horrible timing.
Word count: 2.1k
Warnings: Fluff. More fluff. Then some more fluff. Shenanigans. Cats. Mention of animal abuse. Mention of a strange situation involving someone's bro kissing his bro's mom. Yep.
A/N: Hello, and a very warm welcome to the next installment of the Cockblocking Chronicles! In this episode we have... no sex! Unsurprisingly. Also we have some... cockblocking. And a lovely little guest appearance of some of our favorites - and maybe some less favorites - and THE TURTLES!
If you like this fic, please let me know 🥰 and reblog so that others may see it too! <3
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“Hey, Mikey! Is this the new girl?” You shriek at the sound of the unfamiliar voice and scramble to get under the covers without flashing whoever is behind you.
“I hope so, otherwise he’s got some explaining to do! Hey, when were you going to introduce us?” someone else says.
“We’ll let you two get dressed. Boys, coffee?” The three guys laugh and leave the room.
“Sy, Will and Evan. In that order. Not that it matters now, because I’m going to kill them...” Mike snarls through gritted teeth. He lets his head hang on your shoulder, relaxing a little now that he knows his friends are really gone.
“We can’t catch a break, can we?” Your voice finally – after all those weeks – betrays you, and Mike’s grin lets you know that he heard. So now he knows; you want him just as bad as he wants you.
“Apparently not...”
“You’re all dead to me,” Mike says as he walks into the kitchen, dragging you along behind him.
“Does he sound frustrated to you?” Will asks the others, who laugh. “He sounds frustrated to me…”
“I am frustrated, for fuck’s sake! I’ve been trying to nail her for weeks!” The kitchen goes quiet, and the guys just stare at Mike – except for Sy, who actually facepalms. “Probably shouldn’t have phrased it that way...”
“Ya think?!” you say as you smack Mike in the back of the head as hard as you can. But even you have to admit... “He’s not exactly wrong, though.”
The guys look at you as if you just told them the earth is flat – even Mike.
“Listen, this guy has been striking out since the very first date,” you continue, laughing when you see Mike’s face morph into a pout. “First it was cats, a week later parents, then he got grounded for three weeks, then it was a cop, now you guys… Cut him some slack.”
“Cop?” Evan asks, unable to hide his laughter.
“Yep. Got busted fooling around in the Camry,” Mike sighs. It’s no use lying, these guys know him well enough by now.
“Don’t you fuckin’ da-argh!” Sy interrupts your conversation with his exclamation of terror. When you look around, you see him sitting at the kitchen table, with Big Sy in his lap, who is purring contently.
“That’s hardly the massacre I was promised, Mike,” you joke as you watch the rather peaceful scene in front of you. The boys laugh at your words.
“Well, I ain’t gonna volunteer to show ya,” Sy says. The drawl in his voice is subtle but present. He’s not from around here, though you couldn’t put your finger on what part of the south he’d be from, exactly. “Someone hand me my coffee.”
You watch as Evan hands him the cup sort of carefully, never taking his eyes off Big Sy, who gives him a death glare from Real Sy’s lap.
“Mikey’s is the meanest,” Will clarifies without you ever asking. “He will swipe at just about anyone – except Mike – when he gets the idea we’re even so much as thinking about touching him. He’s completely okay with it when Sy’s not here, though.”
“Ours will let us take them off his lap, at least,” Evan adds as he bends down to pick up Nova. “Hello little attention seeker.”
“Forgive my frustration,” Mike chuckles, “but what are you fuckers even doing here?”
“Michael, language!” you hear right before the front door closes. Not long after, his mom walks into the kitchen holding heavy-looking bags of groceries.
“Ma’am, let me help you with… Motherf-!” Sy’s attempt to get up to help Mikey’s mom doesn’t go over well with Big Sy, who apparently digs all of his pointy little nails into Sy’s thighs before finally jumping off his lap.
“That’s what you get for still calling me ‘ma’am’ after all this time, Sy,” Mike’s mom laughs. “Are you okay?”
“Yes ma’am,” Sy answers with a grin as he takes one of the bags from her. The boys seem to feel perfectly at home here, because when they help Mike and his mom put the groceries away, they don’t even have to ask where things go – you, on the other hand, are standing around, feeling particularly useless.
“Sweetcheeks,” Mike suddenly says – much to the amusement of his friends, “can you grab Nova?” The furry projectile is trying to make her way into the fridge, which anyone would know to be a terrible place for a cat, only she doesn’t seem convinced of that at all.
“Come here, single brain cell, I’ll give you all the cuddles you so crave,” you coo as you pull her off the shelf she’s managed to crawl onto.
“Even if you didn’t have to work, eat, sleep, pee or breathe for a single second of your life, that would still be impossible,” Will says as he gently nudges Nyx out of the way with his foot. Soon, all the cats come running to the kitchen, gathering around Evan’s feet – even the ones that were nowhere near the kitchen to begin with.
“Let me guess,” you say as you watch Nyx and Larry trying to get into the cupboard Evan just opened, “that’s where their food comes from?”
One look into the cabinet proves you’re right, but Mike confirms it nonetheless: “Part of it. Just the canned food, wet food, dried fish, some kibble. The rest is either in the fridge or the freezer. I swear these cats eat better than I do – Tiger what the fuck?” He looks down at the cat that’s currently climbing his jeans.
“Mike!” The guys – and you – laugh when his mom smacks him in the back of his head. “Language!”
“Why are you always getting me in trouble? You’re not even mine!” he says as he grabs Tiger, who immediately jumps out of his arms.
“Wait, some of them are yours?” you ask, still cuddling Nova.
“Yeah,” Mike answers with a nod to Nova, “that one, Big Sy and Nyx are mine. The dorm allowed pets, but I didn’t take them with me. It was way too small. I was here every other day to check on them, though. Drove my mom nuts.”
“And now he lives here again,” she sighs as she makes herself a cup of coffee. “Let me interrupt this lovely conversation by asking you three–“ She gestures at Will, Evan and Sy “- why you are in my kitchen.”
“We stopped by to ask if Mike was joining us tonight at the lake, we’re staying in Will’s dad’s house – your girl is invited, by the way – and these two wanted to see how the kittens were doing,” Sy answers, nodding to Will and Evan at the kitten part.
“And you don’t want to know how the turtles are doing?” Mike’s mom replies in a way that’s somehow suggestive of something you can’t put your finger on.
“I came here to help you with the groceries,” Sy answers with a wink. From the corner of your eye, you see Mike gritting his teeth.
“Turtles are upstairs, if you three would come with me,” he says, ignoring you completely for a moment. “Oh, shit. Eh. I meant four, sorry Sweetcheeks.” Always nice to know where you stand.
As soon as Mike closes the door to his bedroom, he’s at Sy’s throat. “You need to stop flirting with my mom, because one of these days I’m gonna fucking punch your lights out, okay?”
“Alright, ease up, Mike,” Sy says, grabbing Mike’s arm and twisting it, forcing him to turn away. He’s on the ground in no time. “First off, I would love to see you try. Second; you know we only do it because it riles you the fuck up, right?”
“Let me go, you dick,” Mike grunts, turning back around as soon as Sy takes his hands off him. “Promise me you told me everything.”
“I swear to god, nothing more happened than what we told you.” The promise sounds oddly solemn for… yeah, for what? You look at Will and Evan, who both shake their heads, then at Sy and Mike, who look at each other.
“He kissed my mom once,” Mike says with the single most disingenuous grin you’ve ever seen.
“She kissed me,” Sy corrects him, with a hint of smugness on his face that Mike – luckily, probably – doesn’t notice. Inside your brain, it’s chaos. You’d absolutely pay to hear the whole story behind this, because how can it be anything but good. Do you blame Sy? Maybe not? He’s young and stupid, and Mike’s mom is a pretty attractive woman. But still… Kissing your friend’s mom?
The boys don’t seem prepared to tell you more about it now – Mike goes so far as telling you that he might tell you some other time, which also suggests he might never tell you at all, even after you insist you can’t drop a bomb like this on someone and then not tell them the whole story. Unfortunately, Mike – the fucking bastard – uses a distraction technique on you that’s absolutely foolproof: letting the turtles out of their pen.
Four weeks ago, the babies were unruly balls of floof, slowly waddling around on shaky little legs. Now, they’re fast. And absolutely no quieter than they were before, especially once the scratches on the outside of the bedroom door start.
You’d noticed it before; that door was in desperate need of replacement. Now, you understand why said door isn’t going to be replaced until the cats have actually scratched a hole all the way through it: because it would be pointless.
“It’s the second door,” Evan says as he sees you looking. At the same time, Mike pulls the door open and Big Sy, Nyx, Nova and Momo stroll in. Sy immediately finds Sy and begins walking in impatient circles around his ankles.
“They really want you to sit down so they can terrorize you, don’t they?” you ask him.
“Yep,” he says, “except when Mikey was still with his ex. He wouldn’t show up in any room where she was, so I was safe most of the time.” You don’t know why, but you shiver the moment Sy mentions Mike’s ex. Of course you knew you were hardly his first girlfriend, but you don’t like the reminder that there was someone before you. That said, the fact that one of his cats completely avoided her didn’t seem like a good sign.
Mike’s mom interrupts again, carrying a large plate of snacks into the room. “Please, stop talking about her, she was awful.”
You don’t even get the chance to ask if it was really that bad, because Mike looks at you with some form of guilt in his eyes. “Remember the – and I quote – horrible troll from the movies?” He sighs when you nod. “That was her. I was too blind to see it. And by that I mean – and I hate to have to admit it – she has massive tits and they made me fucking stupid. Never understood why Big Sy hated her that much. He’s not cuddly per se, but he’s alright around people. Well, a few months into dating her, I caught her when she kicked him off my bed. And I mean kicked.”
Without thinking – and with a look of sheer terror on your face – you reach out a hand to Big Sy, who’s contently purring in Sy’s lap. For a while, the red giant rubs his head against your hand, before getting up and walking over to you, lying down in your lap, begging for more attention. “Oh, God, sweet thing, who could ever kick you?” you say as you pet his head, and he even lets you give him belly rubs. It takes you a minute to realize the room has gone suspiciously quiet.
Mike – currently trying to keep three of the turtles from crawling on his head, while little Mikey has taken residence in the front pocket of his hoodie – looks at you completely stumped, as does (human) Sy. “He doesn’t do that,” Mike says as he points at the sprawled-out heap of red fur in your lap. “Ever.”
“I think this one passes the test, boys,” Sy laughs, finally breaking the strange tension in the room.
“With flying colors,” Mike says with a massive grin on his face.
#mike hellraiser#mike hellraiser fic#mike (hellraiser)#hellraiser mike#mike (hellraiser) x reader#hellraiser mike x reader#mikey x reader#henrycavill fanfic#henry cavill fanfiction#henry cavill characters
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The windowless room was thick with the smell of cigar smoke, leather, and sweat. My brothers and I had roughhoused enough for one day. It was time to relax and wait for our visitor to get here.
“What do you think he’ll be like?” I said.
My brother Dan exhaled his smoke. My other brother Rick and I both leaned forward to breathe it in. Wasting good cigar smoke was a sin for us leather dads, and if our handlers noticed our transgression, we could be turfed out to one of the other wings, like house dad. God, those guys were insufferable, baking and vacuuming all day long. Although, they do have the tidiest bunks in the place. The space my brothers and I live in can get a little gamey.
With any luck, one of us would be chosen today. It would be sad to say goodbye to my brothers, but if it meant getting chosen, separation would be worth it. Worth it, but bittersweet. We’d been bunking together in the leather wing of the dad reassignment center since—well, for as long as I could remember.
“I hope he’s thick and hairy, like us,” Dan said, palming his engorged codpiece.
“The ones that have been coming by lately have been little twigs,” Rick said. “I’m afraid if one of those little guys chose me, I’d snap him in half the first day.”
We all shared a gruff, gravelly laugh and I reached my hand inside Rick’s jacket. His thick pecs stretched his leather shirt and pleated the space between the buttons. I wasn’t wearing my gloves–a departure from protocol, I know, but cut me some slack here–so I ran my bare fingers through his furry pelt of chest hair. Damn, I loved my brothers so much. I wanted so bad to twist Rick’s nipple, but that wasn’t allowed. Not when a visitor was on the way.
“What are you hoping for, Mike?” Dan asked.
I took my cigar out from between my teeth. “Same as I’ve always wanted. A handsome little jock who knows how to take Daddy’s punishments like a man. Maybe a gymnast or something.”
My brothers grunted in agreement. With any luck, each of us would get chosen by the son of our dreams.
The door swung open and one of our handlers, an average-looking dude in his twenties named Kevin, was making a face in the doorway.
“Gah,” he said. “It stinks in here. Can’t you guys please use the deodorant we give you?”
“‘Fraid not, boy.” Rick said. We all laughed. Kevin rolled his eyes and stepped into the room, followed by another plain-looking man in a polo shirt and khakis. He could have been Kevin’s brother.
“These are the leather dads we told you about,” Kevin said to the visitor, then pointed at us each in turn. “Mike, Rick, and Dan. Any questions?”
The visitor looked at us. He didn’t have the same nervous fear that most sons get when they consider a leather dad. We have a well-earned reputation for being strict disciplinarians. A lot of sons think they want that, but when they take us home, they can’t hack it. Kevin had told us stories of leather dads getting returned to the center after a few weeks, or worse, driven out into the country and left to fend for themselves.
“Mike,” the visitor said. I perked up at the sound of my name.
“Yeah, boy? You think you got what it takes to be my son?” I groped my crotch. “Dad likes to work hard and play hard.”
The visitor looked at Kevin. “I like Mike, but his attitude sucks. Can we do something about that? Maybe tame him a little?”
My handler bit his lip and thought for a moment. “Well, we really don’t like to reassign dads to other wings unless there’s a good reason. We evaluated Mike to be a perfect leather dad.”
“No,” the visitor said, then looked me straight in the eye. “I want him to be a leather dad, just not this obnoxious.”
“Why don’t we continue this conversation outside?” Kevin said and ushered the visitor back out into the hallway. As the door closed, my brothers and I shared a smirk and a growl.
“Damn,” I said. “Another one bites the dust.”
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“Good morning, Son. It’s time to get up.”
I’d happily taken over the duties of my hot Son’s alarm clock. Every morning at 6:30, I came into his room in full uniform and kneeled at the side of his bed, gloved hands behind my back and head respectfully bowed, then recited the words I’d been instructed to say at regular intervals.
My Son rolled over and placed a hand on my shoulder. I shuddered with pleasure. He wasn’t usually so demonstrative.
“Good morning, dad,” he said. “Is breakfast ready?”
“Downstairs and waiting for you, Son,” I said. “I think you’re going to like it.”
Son swung his legs over the side of the bed and I placed a slipper onto each foot. He grabbed my head and pulled it into his crotch, nudging my leather cap out of position. I breathed his scent in and my eyes rolled back.
“You cook better than I expected you to,” he said.
“Thank you, Son,” I said, my voice muffled as I spoke directly into his tight white briefs. “I spent some time training with the house dads before you came and got me.”
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I “finished”(read: reached the main goal of) Fashion Dreamer last night, so here are my thoughts on the game so far:
Other’s frequent comments + my thoughts on them
“It’s too short!”
My first issue with this comment is that this game doesn’t have an end, it’s a social game, plus there are still so many things to discover and unlock once you finish reaching 10k followers. Second, this game’s target demographic is children, despite most of the player base being adults. That’s something a lot of people tend to forget while playing. Third, and I know it’s not fair to compare this with past Style Savvy games, the older Style Savvy games are short, too!! I recently played Fashion Forward and beat the story mode(while playing sporadically) in a week, and the past games are even shorter. The only exception here is 4, but that’s after years and years of refining the story and tying it in with idol culture. Since this is a new franchise with a new concept, I think it deserves just a little slack.
“The credits are long and unskippable!”
I really hope I don’t sound rude by saying this but have you played any game ever.
“It requires a lot of grinding!”
I agree, though I’ve never had an issue with that, since I’m STILL struggling to find the colors in older Style Savvy games, and the grinding/unlocking system gives me(at least) something to do in single-player mode.
My thoughts: Cons
It’s buggy
That said, again, I’m cutting it some slack since it’s only been two days since the U.S. release, and I expect at least the drift bug to be fixed in the future. Even still, I’m a little disappointed in that.
The dressing up interface
I wish you could zoom in, and the sorting options aren’t awful, per se, I like that you can sort by brand, type, and recently acquired, but I wish you could sort by color and style type, especially because of my next comment…
The clothes can feel a little same-y
Don’t get me wrong, they look amazing!!! They’re all very sleek and refined, but, since they’re mostly based on modern Japanese fashion, there is an excess of things like long coats and berets. That, and since there are so few patterns to work with, some styles are hard to differentiate, like casual and sporty. Also, I think that the style is determined by color and pattern, which can make it hard to make something like a bittersweet lolita coord, for example.
Lagging in online mode
I don’t know if this is a problem with my internet or the game, but I have a lot of trouble receiving lookits for my male muse, Sakuya. Last night, my friend and I were exchanging some, and I waited for an hour and I still didn’t get it. That, and it’s hard to dress up and create items because of said lag, to the point where I just go into single-player mode to do so.
The environments
Do NOT get me wrong, the environments are stunning, and I love them a lot, even if they’re a little small. My only complaint is that I wish they had more kinetic energy and movement, as well as changing periodically. For example, it would be cool if the angel and devil wings in Cocoon Fun flapped a little, or if the handles in the train in Act swayed to simulate movement. Or what if the bell in Love rang every few minutes? If the virtual trees in Hope swayed in the breeze and changed colors based on the seasons? What if the billboards changed too, or were animated? If a vehicle whizzed by on the road once in a while? I have too many ideas. Marvelous and SynSophia please hire me.
My thoughts: Pros
The unparalleled serotonin that is online play
I feel like there’s enough said. It’s so fun. The feeling of when my friend dms me and is like “hey I wanna make a lookit for your guy send me a request” is so everything, and the lookits people make for Lucille are adorable. I love it here.
THE PHOTOS!!!!
OH MY GOD THE PHOTOS. I already do this a lot in Style Savvy, and Fashion Dreamer blew me away with it. The stickers/puricura are probably my favorite, along with the drone camera. It makes it really easy to get nice pictures of your looks, and both the photo egg and Eve provide awesome backgrounds.
The designs and trending execution
I didn’t know how to word it dknfnjs, but it’s all done very well! Everyone’s items feel unique, and I like that you can show the item on your muse as you’re designing it, it’s helped a lot with making outfits. As for the trend execution, I think it’s smart to let you put your items up where everybody can see it, and it makes it a lot easier to get likes. I just- man. It’s so good.
The npcs!
Arguably one of my favorite parts of the game. They’re all so silly and unique, and I like the almost children’s show-sounding names. That, and I like that they still have requests of what they want as opposed to just letting you roam free. Plus, the affection/ranking system is a nice thing to have, it makes me feel a little more connected to them, and I already have favorites and least favorites.
The boyssssss
I feel like most players have at least one male/type b muse, and it just goes to show that there really was a demand for men in these kinds of games. It also makes creating my favorite male characters a lot easier, too!
I feel like I’m missing more, but these were my biggest highlights!!
Overall thoughts/closing
Though the game has its flaws, I think Fashion Dreamer is a really good experience if you like dressup games and enjoy putting people in cute outfits. I enjoy it, and will definitely be playing for the next little while, if only to read and unlock more stuff from the npcs sjdbfnfj. Thanks for reading!!!
#🍬 talkin#🍭fashion dreamer#fashion dreamer#yeehaw!!! I didn’t expect to write a review but I had too many thoughts to just not
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Ship: Taron x Fem!Reader
Word Count: 2,006
Summary: While searching for a dress for an upcoming event, you start to feel insecure about your body. It truly takes a toll on you, and Taron catches you in a vulnerable state. (TW!! Insecurities, Body Image, Negative Self-Talk!!)
Author's Note: Fluff, angst, and love!!! First fic posted in a good while, ahhhhh. I'm so nervous for you guys to read this bc I wrote and edited this one alone. This topic hit extremely close to home for me as I have body image issues as well, so I hope it is actually good for you guys! I truly hope you enjoy it. Happy reading! -Miya💜
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“I’ve gained 25 pounds Dasia! And the wedding is in 2 weeks!” I grumble out loud to my phone while standing in front of my mirror. Dasia, one of my sisters, was on Facetime with me while I tried on dozens of dresses in my walk-in closet. Our best friend was getting married in 2 weeks and I thought I had something to wear. But I was clearly wrong.
“Stop it! You look gorgeous! What about that sunflower colored dress you bought like a year ago but never wore? I’m pretty sure the tag is still on it.” Dasia throws out another suggestion, while also trying on her own dresses in her home. She gives her body a once over in the dress, but then shakes her head and walks away from her phone to retrieve another option. I study my body in a crucifying manner, the grimace on my face evident.
I look awful. How did I let myself get to this point?
“It probably won’t fit over my disgusting thighs, not to mention my stomach.” The words roll off my tongue, but immediately bring pain to my chest. I run my hands from my chest down to my stomach, the current red maxi dress hugging the new curves in ways I didn’t like.
I turn to the side and try to hide the belly, but the open back catches my attention immediately. I gasp with horror as I catch a glimpse of the newly occurring love-handles settling in. I quickly face front and sigh in despair.
I feel just as bad as I look. I can’t believe I let myself go like this.
I close my eyes and try to hug my body to offer comfort, but my subconscious was eating away at me silently.
Dasia walks back into camera view and studies herself in her full body mirror. Her body now dawning a gorgeous pale blue dress with a high slit. “How about this one for me? I know we can’t wear her colors, but maybe she’ll make an exc- “
Her voice trails off as her attention turns to me on Facetime. She walks closer and kneels in front of the device.
I open my eyes and feel tears start to well up. A shaky breath leaves my lips and my hands grip the dress at the sides, trying to ground myself.
“Darling, look at me.” Dasia calls out to me, a soft expression resting on her face.
I look towards my phone and fight back a sniffle. I look down at the floor in shame.
“Are you in your head, letting your thoughts beat you down?” She asks gently.
“Dasia, I feel like shit. I mean look at me. Who’s gonna want to take pictures with me? No matter what dress I wear, I’m gonna get unwanted attention!” I blurt out harshly. Dasia looks taken aback, but sighs softly.
“Hunny, cut yourself some slack. You have been so busy these last couple months with the new house and job. Taron still thinks you are the most gorgeous specimen walking, for gods sake!” She tries to coax me into cheering up. But my subconscious had already gotten the best of me. I was hearing her words, but none of them stuck.
“Until he doesn’t. Then what?” I spoke just barely loud enough for her to hear. I look in the mirror once more, and it breaks my heart. Shoulders slouching in defeat as my brain betrays my heart with the thoughts running through it. “I…I gotta go. I’ll call you tomorrow and we can decide on something.” I say without a second thought. I walk over and grab my phone, giving her one last glance.
“Sweetheart, please don’t be too hard on yourself. You are beau- “ She tries to finish her sentence, but I hang up quickly. She closes her eyes and sighs. “I love you.” She whispers to herself.
The tears begin to flow freely and my breathing becomes ragged. A sob pours out from my mouth as I sink to the floor and discard my phone. “Fuck!” I yell out. I sit against my wall and try to stop the stream of tears falling. But the more ragged my breathing became, the more the task proved to be too difficult.
Pathetic.
It rings through my head over and over as I try to catch my breath. My heart aches painfully as my mind becomes my worst enemy.
How could I let this happen?
I sit for a half hour until the tears finally stop and my breathing calms down. I tapped my phone screen.
4:30. Taron will be home soon. I need to get dinner started.
With a deep breath, I grab my phone and pick myself up off the floor. I take off the dress still hugging my body and hang it back up. I rub my face and change into shorts and a tee, turning off the light to my walk-in closet once exiting.
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Taron unlocks the front door and walks into the house, a grin on his face as he enters. He had been bombarded with meetings all day for this upcoming film and all he wanted to do was get back to his love. He takes off his shoes by the door. “Honey, I’m home!” He calls out with a chuckle. He looks up and observes the main entry way.
It’s quiet….too quiet.
“(Y/N)! Are you here?” He calls out again. No answer again.
His eyebrows furrow together as he walks towards the dining room. The smell of home cooking coated the air, but no food nor I sat waiting for him. He walks into the kitchen, but to no avail I was not there. Going over to the stove, he noticed pots filled with freshly cooked sides and the oven light illuminated to reveal the main dish sitting patiently for consumption.
Where is my lovely girlfriend? The thought came to the forefront of his mind. Pulling himself away from the stove, he left the kitchen and searched the living room. Nothing.
He lets out a small sigh and pulls his phone from his back pocket. He quickly dials my number and listens to the ringing. Faintly, my ringtone sounds to his ears and he looks around. He slowly starts following the sound while holding his own phone in his hand. He makes his way upstairs.
“Babe! Baby!” He calls out to me. Now, he was starting to worry. Why weren’t you answering?
But I don’t answer him. I can barely hear him over the sound of my own sobs.
I sit on the floor of my shower, crying uncontrollably as the hot water crashed against my body. I had been in that same position for almost 15 minutes. I’ve tried to pull myself together and get out, but my attempts were met with more tears.
After cooking dinner for myself and Taron, I tried to motivate myself to put something on my stomach. But after what happened earlier, I couldn’t bring myself to swallow anything other than water. So, I left the cooked food on and in the stove, waiting to be served. I wandered back upstairs to take a shower and clear my mind.
Maybe the hot water could wash away my troubles.
15 minutes later, my body was clean, but I couldn’t stop crying. Faintly, I hear my phone ring from inside the bedroom. It was probably Taron calling. I take a deep breath and close my eyes, tears stinging as they fall freely. I hear Taron calling my name. but my voice is too hoarse to respond. So, I continue to sob quietly.
Taron finally makes it into the bedroom and sees the phone on the floor. Raising his eyebrows, he ends the call and picks it up, placing it on top of the dresser. His ears focus on the sound of running water and his attention turns to the bathroom door. He quickly walks in and as his eyes land on my figure, his heart aches.
He quickly makes his way over to the shower and opens the glass door, turning off the water and kneeling down to hug me tight. I wrap my arms tight around his body and take in his scent.
“What happened to you, my love?” He speaks softly, rubbing my back. I respond in a sniffle and tighten my hold on his body. I needed the comfort so badly, and his arms always felt safe. “It’s alright, I’m home now. Everything’s alright.” He says and kisses my temple. I nod and loosen my grip to look in his eyes.
Taron brings his hands to my face and gently holds me, thumbs caressing the sides of my face with such care and tenderness. I melt into his touch, closing my eyes and calming down little by little. He sits with me just like that for a while before I open my eyes once more.
“Hey babygirl.” His lips pull into a small smile when he sees the action. I nestle my face into his hands as a response. “Are you okay to get out of the shower?” He asks in the gentlest voice I have ever heard.
I nod slowly with soft eyes. He smiles and kisses my forehead, slowly standing up and stepping onto the floor mat. He holds out his hands, and I take them happily. After standing, Taron tells me to wait for a second while he grabs a towel. While watching him, my heart flutters as he is set in taking care of me without even knowing the problem.
He comes over with a warm towel and dries me off with the utmost care. I don’t give him any resistance as he does the task. Instead, I take in how soft he is and how he admires my body for what it is. It almost makes me feel ashamed for how I was feeling earlier. I slightly cower away, and he notices the action and slowly stands tall. He wraps the towel tightly around my body and wraps his arms around my waist. Mine wrap around his neck and look into his eyes.
“What’s troubling you, my love?” He whispers while rubbing small circles on my back. I lightly blush and break eye contact, looking down in shame. But he brings one hand to my chin and gently lifts my head with his finger. “No need to hide from me, love.”
Taking a deep breath and clearing my throat, I finally speak after what had felt like hours of crying. “I was feeling in-insecure about my body after trying to find a d-dress for the wedding.” I force the words out of me in a small voice. I see the concern, but a loving aura reflects in Taron’s eyes after I spoke.
He leans down, closes his eyes and kisses me, gentle yet passionate. It slightly catches me off guard, but I immediately melt into the kiss. He pulls away and lays his forehead on mine, looking at me. My eyes remain closed for a bit, then finally open to those blue-green orbs I love the most.
“You know you are the most beautiful girl in this world.” He speaks with confidence.
“Yea, but Taron-“
“No buts darling. You have the body of a goddess. And no matter what you look like, I will always love and adore you.” He says in a firm, but soft manner. He places a kiss on my nose to solidify his statements.
I blush hard and bury my face in his neck. “Do you promise?” I whisper, my heart fluttering and growing warm.
“I promise, my love.” He reassures and rubs my back. My eyes began to water and I hold him tighter. “I love you, from now until the end of time. You will always be beautiful to me, no matter what.” Taron whispers, placing another kiss on my temple.
“I love you too, Taron.” I speak just loud enough for him to hear.
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Bravery
Masterlist
Warnings: swearing, consumption of alcohol
“I don’t know, mate, seems like a cop out.” Dean shrugged, leaning back in his chair. The Leaky was busy for a Wednesday night but it was no surprise with the Summer weather
Hannah had completely changed the interior and had a charm akin to the one in the Great Hall at Hogwarts so the sun shone down on them all, reflecting the outside sky.
“It’s not a cop out.” Harry insisted, sipping at his pint and looking to Ron for reassurance. His eyes widened when he saw Ron looking sheepish. “You’ve got to be joking!”
“Eight weeks you’ve been looking at Hannah’s new bar woman. You’ve not said anything to her but ‘another round, please’.” Ron sipped his own pint and avoided Harry’s glare.
“Oh cut him some slack. He’s hung up on his ex.” Ginny clapped him on the shoulder as she returned from the toilet and Harry rolled his eyes at her. While the split had been amicable, it had been Ginny’s decision to break it off. Something she never let him forget.
“You’re the bloody Boy Who Lived, grow a pair.” Seamus sighed, tired of the constant circle of conversation. Harry stayed quiet, sipping his pint and hoping the conversation would move on.
“Can I get you guys anything else?” You asked, appearing at Harry’s side so suddenly he almost swore you apparated.
“Another round, please. Also if you’ve found Harry’s courage anywhere, that would be lovely.” Seamus told you and Harry glared at him, kicking him on the table. “What the bloody fuck was that?”
“Sorry, was searching for my courage under the table.” Harry ground out from between clenched teeth. You laughed at him, gathering the empty glasses and charming them to follow you back to the bar.
When you returned with the fresh round it was to hushed whispers and a bashful Harry who barely looked up when accepting his pint. While you were walking away it was to the muttered conversation rising again. “You’re a coward, mate.”
Harry watched you go, chin on his hand. Ron rolled his eyes while Ginny pushed his hand and he stopped himself just before he hit his chin off the sticky table top.
“You know, I saved your lives. You could at least be a little grateful.”
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“Its okay you know.” Harry looked up from the dregs of his pint and blinked at you. He was well on his way to being drunk, lingering long after all his friends had left.
“What’s okay?” He asked, slurring his words only slightly.
“Not wanting to be brave anymore.” You told him, taking a seat on Ron’s vacated stool. “You were brave for a really long time.”
“Too bloody long.” Harry agreed, nodding hard enough that his glasses slipped down his nose. “It’s exhausting being brave.”
“I can only imagine.” You said softly, brushing his glasses back gently and letting your hand linger on his cheek. “It’s probably time we got you home.”
“Home.” Harry sighed, drafty Grimmauld Place. The least homey place he ever laid his head to rest and he was including both his Cupboard and the Forest of Dean in that. “Don’t want to.”
“You want a room upstairs?” You asked, looking over your shoulder at Hannah that yelled for you to lock up. You waved at her, returning your attention to the sleepy savior.
“Yeah. Yeah.” Harry nodded, pushing up from his stool and wobbling. You reached out to steady him, hooking his arm into yours. “Thanks.”
“Anytime Harry.” You promised, guiding him to the stairs. You waved your free hand, summoning a key for one of the unoccupied rooms.
When you reached his door you unlocked it and opened the door, handing him the key with a gentle smile. “You know, if it helps. You don’t have to be brave with me.”
“With you.” Harry repeated and you smiled, leaning up to brush a kiss to his cheek. He smiled dopily at you, hand resting on your hip.
“Come find me in the morning. Requires no bravery because now you know I like you. You can buy me breakfast to thank me.” You told him and he laughed, nodding slowly.
“Tomorrow.” He promised.
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The Reaper and the Death Angel Part 5
You're getting two in one day again because I think the last one was hot trash and I feel obligated to fix it.
Part 4
Series Masterlist
Warnings: Drug use, angst, it can be hard to be a good person. Jax is a good husband who loves Wendy, drug overdose, marriage breakdown, mild comfort, no one dies, a burn so slow it's just smoke.
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Jax confides in you.
"What are you doing for dinner tonight?" Sam ate like a bear, you taught him how to cook and he did cook half the nights of the week, but he liked to show off, so you were the mastermind when the meals came to having guests.
"Ramen, I did a huge batch of roasted chicken stock, I got some wonderful vegetables from the farmers market, and the herbs are ready to harvest. I think it will work well." Sam's mouth was watering.
"Make sure you make enough to for left-overs, are you going to make the noodles" You rolled your eyes at him.
"You know the answer to both those questions is yes."
"What meat you are going to use?" Sam knew you weren't a huge meat eater, but he also knew that some of the Guys would judge you if they knew your opinions on factory farming.
"Pork, I think it's the most common in restaurant ramen." Sam went to the fridge so he could help, most of the work had been done because the dish had to be prepared ahead of time. When the Teller-Morrows arrived, they could do what's left.
They all arrived right on 7, everyone was dressed nicely and it looked like Jax and Clay kuttes had been freshly waxed. Gemma was dressed in a simple floral top and a pair of nice jeans.
"Do you all look spiffy!" Jax actually blushed, you chose to ignore the look on Gemma's face.
"What's for dinner tonight?" Clay was sitting down like he was ready to do nothing.
"Pork ramen with roast chicken broth and lots of vegetables, I made the noodles and everything." Jax recalled the soup he had on the days you guys moved in, he was excited to see what this one was like.
"Clay, you can please cut the noodles. Jax, can you please slice the spring onions. Everything else is ready done, so Gemma, you can relax." Clay gave you a strange look.
"She didn't have to do anything the last time either"
Don't take that tone with me.
"Yes but all the jobs were taken both times, you should be happy your wife is getting to sit down and relax."
You walked Clay through how to cut the noodles repeatedly before giving up. He was not a child, you shouldn't have to sit there watching to make sure he didn't mess up.
"It's ok, if your arthritis is acting up you can relax, I'm sure Jax would be happy to pick up the slack." A brief look of concern crossed Clay's face.
"How did you...?" You did usually interrupt people but he was getting in your last nerve.
"I'm a Doctor Clay, it's very obvious."
I know your weakness Mr Morrow.
You had made a choice to deal with Clay using indifference, which is what Sam told you to do. You regretted giving him the benefit of the doubt, your first impressions usually ring true and his was bad.
"Jackson, once you're done there can you do the noodles as well please?" Jax was already getting up to take the cutting board off you.
"Sure." Jax was a much faster study.
"Wendy loves ramen, but every time I tried to make it, it always ends up shit."
How sweet
"I'm sure that's not true, you can always take some fresh noodles and broth from here if you want to try again." he gave you a movie white smile.
"I'd like that, thank you."
Jax followed you around the kitchen for the rest of dinner preparation, he asked so many questions and listened so intently. You had to remind yourself that he was just being a good person and didn't need a pat on the back.
"We can take all this in now" You pointed to the pot of broth.
"Don't you need to put that in a bowl with all the other stuff?" It was a good question.
"No, it gets served at the table so it's all fresh." Jax took the pot off your hands without needing to be asked.
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They talked more this time around, you learnt that Gemma loved to keep orchids and that she was a bird person.
"If you could keep any bird, which one would it be?" She thought it over for a minute.
"Crows, but they don't do well in captivity." She was right, crows needed to live outside in large numbers unless the bird was so adapted to humans that being in the wild was a risk.
"You can befriend you're local murder, though." Jax looked at you, confused.
"Murder?" You cut off a giggle.
"A group of crows is called a Murder of Crows. In fact, all Corvus birds groups have creepy names, a group of ravens is called An Unkindness of Ravens." Sam looked very proud.
"What about your dream orchid?" Gemma seemed to enjoy being the centre of attention, not in a bad way but like she wasn't used to it.
"Dendrobium thyrsiflorum" you could see her get that telltale look of an oncoming info dump.
"Tell me all about it, I've seen photos but I don't know much about orchids at all let alone individual varieties." Sam leaned in to listen, he learnt a very long time ago that taking a genuine interest in someone else's hobbies made the person happy.
Gemma started at the very beginning, you and Sam asked questions while Jax and Clay listened, you could see how much Jax loved her by the look on his face.
"Riiiiiing riiiing riiiiing"
"Sorry that's Wendy" He looked worried.
"Please you can use the spare bedroom."
"She a junky, he'll be a while."
Ok, that's it.
"I would appreciate it if from now on, you don't disclose the personal information of other people in front of me without their permission, it makes me extremely uncomfortable." A silence came over the room, you didn't give Clay the chance to apologise.
"Thank you."
Jax came bursting out of the room.
"I'm sorry I have to go, I....shit." You got up and stood in front of him, you could see his hands were shaking.
"Stay for a breath and collect yourself, are you alright to ride or do you need a lift?" He was looking at you wide-eyed and frightened.
"I'm ok, I'm sorry about tonight." You could tell he was how upset he was.
"It's not important, once whatever is going on is sorted, you can come back, you can even bring Wendy." His shoulders sagged with relief.
"You have my number if you need anything."
****
It was an overdose, Wendy was ok, but it was another trip to rehab.
"Are you doing ok Jackson?" He looked like he hadn't slept at all.
"I don't know, I don't know how to help her." there was a flash of shame on his face.
"I love her but I don't think I want to be married to her anymore, nothing seems to help and I can't live with all the stress." You understood where he was coming from.
"It's ok to love someone but need to get away from them because they're hurting us, whether they mean to or not. Don't make your mind up just yet, wait till she's done this round of rehab and then sit down and tell her that her drug use is now affecting your marriage and you need things to get better." Some of the tension left his body.
"I can tell how much you love her Jackson, it's very nobel." You put a hand on his shoulder.
"Are you feeling ok now, or is there more you want to talk about?" he shook his head.
"No you've helped plenty, thanks."
"Why are you being so nice to me?" You didn't know where this was coming from.
"What reason do I have to do the opposite?" You knew he couldn't answer the question.
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Two Months Later
You were at another Friday night party, Jax was sitting at the bar nursing a drink.
"What's up buttercup?" You had grown close with most of the guys over the last few months are you were spending more and more time with them. You had still chosen to keep most of your life private, at least until they proved they could be trusted, not just as individuals but as a group.
"I've filed for separation, the last round of rehab didn't take." he sounded like someone died.
"Well, separation doesn't mean the end, it just means that you can experience life outside of your marriage for a while. Maybe some time to focus on herself will really help, you have to admit that a place filled with booze and pot isn't the best from someone who deals with substance abuse." Jax nodded.
"Yeah you're right, I seemed to say that a lot." he saw you do that thing with your face when you were trying to cheer someone up.
"I look forward to the day when you tell me I'm wrong."
Three weeks later
You showed up at the Clubhouse to have lunch with Sam and the guys, Jax was in the garage talking to a woman with long blonde hair. When Jax saw you he pointed you out to the woman and they started walking towards you.
"Hey, I'm Wendy." She put her hand out, which you accepted.
"I'm sure Jax has told you a lot about me." You tried to keep your face neutral.
"Not really, I know how much he care for you. Which is what I think matters." She smiled at you.
Four months later
Jax and Wendy had reconciled. You had become friends with the woman, you could tell how much she loved Jax. You weren't expecting the knock on your door late on a Monday night, it was Jax.
"Is everything ok?" he shook his head.
"Wendy's pregnant."
Part 6
I'm much happier with this chapter, the story will start to get a little happier from now on.
#jax teller#sons of anarchy imagine#soa#hurt#comfort movies#artists on tumblr#Samcrow#sons of anarchy#jax teller imagine#jax teller x oc#jax teller x reader#jax teller x you
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awestruck || lee bodecker x modern!reader
based on a request for how lee would react to today's women.
word count: 1.7k
warnings: smut (including oral, m and f receiving, and anal... lots of anal), degradation/praise, reader being a complete hoe for lee bodecker because I know y'all bitches and I know what you're up to, essentially pwp because I refuse to explain how/why lee is in the modern era
You were very, very different than the women Lee was used to.
With them it had been months of courting and flowers and seduction to get a few minutes of kissing, maybe even some over-the-clothes touching, but if he went too far he got slapped and dumped.
With you it was a swipe right and half an episode of something called "net flicks" and you were straddling him and grinding on him and kissing him like you had never wanted anything so much.
With them, sex was missionary only, every other week only, in bed only, and even when he made them feel good they didn't like to show too much enthusiasm because it was unladylike, apparently.
With you it was things he hadn't even realized were options-- like the very first time, when you were holding onto his knees for balance as you bounced your ass on him, moaning loudly, your pussy gripping him for dear life.
With women back then, sex was a thing women let men have as a begrudging favor, but you begged him for it, sobbed and shook and shivered beneath him, opened your legs for him constantly... he could barely keep up, honestly, but he was more than happy to try. When he couldn't come any more at least he could get you off with his fingers or devour your cunt, and you loved it.
Almost as much, you loved doing things women absolutely did not do in 1966. Only hookers gave blowjobs then, but you got on your knees and sucked him off gladly, getting wet just from his cock down your throat. You even swallowed his come; you even let him paint your face with it and it genuinely blew his mind.
He was totally in awe of you. You weren't just the woman of his dreams, you were beyond that: never in a million years could he have dreamed up a girl like you. Even further, he never would've thought he'd actually get to call you his girl.
"Yours, yours, all yours," you chanted as he pounded you into the mattress.
"Yeah you are," he agreed, "my fuckin whore, huh? My pretty fucktoy?"
"Yes," you sobbed, and he loved how much you loved being called rude things like that. "Whatever you want..."
"But it's not about what I want, is it?" he grinned. "It's about how you want to be used, all the filthy things you want me to do to you, ain't that right?"
You whined a little but nodded.
"So tell me what you want," he prompted.
"I want... I want you to take my ass," you admitted suddenly, biting your lip a bit as he stopped moving to stare down at you in shock.
"You— I— what?" he stammered.
"You... you don't have to, if you don't want—“
"Oh, I want," he cut you off to assure, "I wanna give you anything you ask for. I just... I didn't even know... How long have you been thinkin' about this?"
"Ever since the first time you fucked me," you admitted, making him choke on his gasp. "Remember, how I rode you and you kept staring at my ass? I kept hoping you'd hold me down and put your thumb in it while you fucked me..."
"Oh Christ," he groaned, "so that's how it is then? You're tryna kill me?"
You giggled, and he pulled out to roll you onto your back, kissing you suddenly.
"You're too fuckin good to be true," he sighed against your lips. You laughed and hugged him closer, wrapping your arms around his neck.
"I'm really nothing special," you denied with a smirk as he kissed his way to your neck, "a lot of girls will do that nowadays."
"It's not that you're willing to do it, honey, it's that you want it so bad," he explained in a whisper right against your ear. "I don't need half the stuff you do, I'd be happy with wholesome lovemaking three times a week. What's so amazing is that you want more... and for some goddamn reason you want it from me."
He kissed you again, a little slower but a lot harder, until he pulled back just enough to growl: "Turn over."
You happily flipped onto your stomach, arching your back to wiggle your butt out towards him.
"Quit actin' so desperate," he scolded with a hard spank that made you groan. "You're a hell of a woman but you sure as hell ain't no lady."
"You like it," you pointed out with a grin.
"Well, that's beside the point," he smirked back as he reached down to circle your tight rim with his finger. You reached up to your bedside drawer, from which a bottle of lube appeared in your hand that you passed back to him. "Now what's a sweet girl like you doing with this in her bedside drawer, huh?" he mocked, popping the cap to apply some to his fingers. "I see, you've got all sorts of guys coming over to fuck you in the ass, I'm just one of your hookups."
"No, just you," you sighed as he started to slide his lubed up finger over your hole. "I just want you, Lee, I swear."
"Hey, you're a modern woman, it would be too much to expect you to be a devil in the sheets and strictly monogamous..."
"Lee, baby, it's just you, haven't even thought about anybody else since I met you— fuck!" you gasped, interrupting yourself as he pushed one finger in.
"Just relax honey," he instructed, "if you can't take a finger I won't put my cock in you."
"No, please, need it," you whined. "I'll be good, please..."
He smiled and pushed the second finger in, slowly twisting within you and starting to stretch you out.
"More," you whispered, almost too quiet to hear but he heard you and quickly added a third finger which made you tense up at first before relaxing again.
He was entranced by watching your body open up for him, amazed at how well you were adjusting and how clearly your noises indicated enjoyment. He wouldn't have agreed to this if he didn't think you'd like it, and he had fully prepared himself for you to change your mind, but here you were... looking like you were having an even better time than he was.
"Please, I'm ready, I want it," you begged.
"No, baby, you need a little more," he assured, pushing his fingers deeper to be sure you'd be able to take him.
"Please please pleeeaaasse, I need your cock in me, I need you to fuck my ass—!"
He cut you off with another spank, pulling his fingers out of you to slather his cock with some lube and line it up with your hole. "You're sure?" he hissed.
You nodded eagerly and he barely moved his hips forward, just enough to start to slide his head into you, and you both let out a deep noise of pleasure together. But he didn't slow down until he met the end of you, one long smooth stroke into your waiting body until his hips met yours and he thought he might lose it right then and there.
"Oh my god," he sighed, "your ass is... so fuckin' tight..."
He started to move a little faster, pinning you down as you gasped and moaned so beautifully.
"Won't be by the time I'm done with it," he promised through his teeth, picking up his pace once again as you clutched at the sheets beneath you— yet your back arched to push your hips up towards him, so it was obvious you loved it. "That's whatcha want, sweetheart? For me to stretch out your ass?"
"Please," you whimpered.
"God, you're good, you're so good," he hissed, his hips slapping into your soft flesh loudly now, his rough hands pinning your shoulders down. “Too fuckin’ good…”
Your moans sounded different than usual— deeper, needier, desperate in a way he very much understood as he tried to hold himself back from fucking you too hard. It was difficult to pick where to look since every part of you looked so beautiful like this but he went ahead and settled his gaze on your face, the breathless moan you were perpetually caught in as your eyes fell shut and your mouth was open slack.
You chanted his name in a hoarse whisper as he fucked you harder, one more reminder to both of you that it was his body filling yours, his cock penetrating you in such a taboo way.
"I'm— I'm gonna come," you stammered, causing his brain to short circuit for a moment.
"You... you're gonna come, from this? Just this?" he realized.
You nodded, and he really had to hold back to not fill you instantly at the thought of you coming from anal alone. He understood now how he had suddenly appeared in this strange time, with no idea how or why; he must have died and gone to a very fucked up heaven.
“Go ahead and come then,” he instructed darkly. “Wanna see you come for me.”
He could all but see the shiver run up your spine, your upper teeth digging into your lip as you whimpered louder and louder— and it was a bit harder than normal to tell by the feel of you that you were coming, but the noises you made were incontrovertibly those of a woman thrown into pleasure. Your eyes rolled back, your moans exhausted and weak, and he couldn’t take it anymore: with a grunt of his own, he filled your insides with his spend, barely managing to hold his weight up so he wouldn’t crush you.
You hummed, wiggling a little under him as you caught your breath, and it was almost too much on his sensitive, softening cock.
“That was… you are…” he started over a few times, not even sure what to say.
“I’m gonna take a shower,” you announced as you sat up and gave him a quick kiss. “Join me later?”
“O-okay,” he mumbled, watching you dash to the bathroom as he fell back onto the bed and contemplated the wonderful insanity his life had become with you in it. Maybe the future really is bright after all...
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please don’t bite | p.parker, s.rogers, b.barnes
[Warnings] peter parker x reader, dark!steve x reader, hints of dark!natasha/dark!bucky x reader, vampire!steve/bucky/natasha, vampire au, vampire blood addiction, withdrawals, kidnapping, dubcon, intoxicated sex, oral sex (female recieveing)
A/N: hello, it’s been forever! I was in the middle of writing this when @cherienymphe announced her “Cherienymphe’s 5K Twilight Renaissance Writing Challenge” so I decided to join in! She’s one of my favorite dark writers so please check her out if you haven’t.
In which addiction leads you into a den of vampires.
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You piled all the dollar bills you had in your pocket on the table, “There. We can just use this.” You plopped down beside your boyfriend on the couch, fully feeling the headache you’ve had for the past two weeks. It was like your brain was pounding against your skull and sending painful waves through your body.
“This is twenty bucks and a … grocery store coupon for … shampoo,” After counting it, Peter flicked the money back onto the coffee table, leaning back with you. You tossed your legs over his lap and he wrapped his arm behind you, “So we have fifty bucks between us … great.”
“That’s enough, right?” You asked, barely able to hear yourself think through your headache.
“It’s like two-hundred just for a small vial,” A shiver ran through your body and Peter pulled you closer. Not only did the heat not work in the shoebox you two called an apartment, you were starting to get random chills and it was another rough winter in New York.
“Fuck,” You cursed, “Fuck, fuck-”
Peter shushed you, “We’ll be okay,” Peter said, trying to be strong for the both of you though his body was punishing him even more than yours was, “I got a gig by the pier, and by the end of the week, we should have enough.”
Your breath hitched in your throat as you clutched his chest, “That’s too long. We’ll die before then.”
“We’ll be okay,” Peter insisted though he didn’t quite believe himself.
Vampire blood was one cruel mistress. It was hard to remember your lives before you took your first sips of the addictive potion. You both had everything going for you, highschool sweethearts that became successful college students but that was all gone now. You can’t hold a job or go to school when you’re on vampire blood. The highs last hours and, when you have enough of it, weeks can go by without you noticing.
“What was it like? Drinking from the vein?” You asked him, the taste of the blood was faint on your lips as you tried to remember the exact taste.
Peter’s head tilted back as he stared up at the cracks in the ceiling, “Like Heaven on earth. Like eternal life …. like nothing any normal human would ever feel. So good … jesus.”
Sometimes Peter wished he never introduced you to the taste but he’d forget all about it when you were high together. The sex was unbelievable, vampire blood being a strong aphrodisiac, and your love felt even stronger, “I want to try it,” You thought out loud, “If I’m gonna die soon, I-I wanna try it.”
“You’re not gonna die. Our brains are just totally miswired right now,” Peter groaned, turning his face towards yours. He kissed your forehead and, for a moment, it eased the pain. You tilted your head up to kiss the sides of his mouth. He tilted his head to the side and you kissed deeply. He pulled away suddenly and his eyes gazed into yours, “What would you do?”
“W-What?”
“What would you do to taste it from the vein?” You swallowed and your throat ached.
You nodded your head, “Anything. Oh god, anything, Peter.”
You’d sensed he’d had an idea and a weak grin began to pull at your lips. That quickly fell as Peter pulled away from you. You expected him to be excited but he was completely solemn, “I have an idea,” He said, “You can say no … but if you don’t say no, you have to promise that things will be how they used to be afterwards.”
“How they used to be,” You couldn’t even think that far back. You couldn’t imagine a single date, single birthday card or New Year’s Eve kiss while you were in so much pain, “Sure, Pete. We just need a taste a-and that’ll clear our minds and things we’ll go back to how they used to be.”
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As if things couldn’t get any worse, your stomach growled. You’d gotten dressed up, put on light makeup, and styled your hair for whoever Peter had taken you to meet. You didn’t quite care anymore because your headache continued to cripple you over the past few days.
You pulled your jacket tighter as you waited on the steps of the gentrified brownstone. Peter pressed the doorbell nervously, watching as you shiver in your small, black dress. Peter dressed in his finest slacks and button down but was very aware that he probably wouldn’t be the center of attention tonight. He reached out to grab your hand which you happily took.
“Why is he making us meet him so late?” You whispered, shivering.
“He’s a vampire,” Peter shrugged, “They’re like nocturnal, I guess.”
Peter had reached out to ring the doorbell again when the door suddenly opened. A red headed woman opened the door, her hair cut short and a sultry smile on her face. You could tell instantly by the shine in her skin and darkness in her eyes that she was not like you.
“Peter,” She greeted, smirking, “You look … hungry.”
“And cold,” He added, sensing your uncomfortableness as she took him in like he was her prey.
“Right, come on in,” Peter led you inside the expensive home and out of the cold winter. You pressed yourself closer to him, not only because you were still shivering but because you’d never been alone with a vampire, “Steve will be here any moment.”
The woman led you down a corridor and you passed modern art sculptures and other expensive decorations you didn’t quite understand, “Steve?” You perked up at the mention of someone else.
“That’s, uh, who we’re meeting,” Peter said quickly.
“Unfortunately, I’m booked tonight. A sweet young thing I met a few weeks ago. British accent, total dreamboat, but Steve will take great care of you two,” She led the two of you into a dining room where wine and horderves were laid out, gesturing for the two of you to take a seat, “Let me take your jackets.”
You looked at Peter and he nodded, “It’s okay,” Hesitantly, you slid off one of your sleeves and you felt her eyes begin to burn into the skin of your neck. Your arms weak, you lifted it out to her and she graciously accepted it. Peter did the same, taking a seat and waiting for you to do the same. Your eyes were still on the mysterious woman until Peter grabbed your hand.
“I hope to see you both soon,” She smiled again, leaving the room, “Keep your eyes on this one, Pete.”
You turned to him, your eyebrows raised, “How do you know her?”
“That’s her,” Peter said, grabbing the bottle of wine, “I told you about the first time I tried it from the vein. I think she has a thing for young guys. Or young anything.”
As he poured himself a glass, you reached out for a cracker and tried not to eat too fast as you pushed them into your mouth, “Why’d she look at me like that?” You asked, covering your mouth.
“You’re a virgin,” You almost snorted, “I mean, your veins are. You’ve never been fed off of.”
“Oh,” You swallowed, taking his glass from him as you washed down your food, “I don’t wanna be. That’ll hurt, right?”
“Don’t worry, that’s not what we’re here for.”
Feeling some of your energy return, you stood up from the dining table, deciding to look closer at all the artifacts, “Y/N, what are you doing?” Peter asked, his fingers rubbing his temples, “Sit down, please.”
“Why do they have food if vampires don’t eat?” You asked out loud, annoying him further. There seemed to be a million framed pictures on the wall and you studied them as you passed along. They seemed to transform from black and white to fully in color, polaroid to digital.
“For their human prey, probably.”
“Prey?” A deep voice spoke up, surrounding the room, bringing Peter out of his chair and your head turning quickly, “That’s a bit harsh, don’t you think?”
“Mr. Rogers,” Peter rushed out, and you wondered how he could muster up so much energy to be nice, “I didn’t mean …”
“No worries, I try to be polite but I am a blood sucking demon after all,” The blonde-bearded man smiled. He was so muscular, you’d pictured someone skinny and frail. “Won’t you introduce me to your …”
“Girlfriend,” Peter said a bit sadly. He wasn’t sad that you were his but that this was the saddest excuse for a date night, “This is Y/N.”
You raised a hand to wave but he crossed the room to take your hand. He kissed your knuckles, smiling charmingly as he looked into your eyes. Blue eyes, you weren’t expecting those either. Despite the porcelain skin he looked quite human. His suit was black, and his white shirt was pressed nicely beneath it, like he’d just returned from an important event. You smiled back weakly, “Pleasure to meet you, doll.”
“It’s … nice to meet you too.”
You felt Peter’s eyes on you as your hand fell back down to your side, “You two look like you’ve seen better days,” You moved closer to Peter because, despite his kind smile, you didn’t fully trust him.
Peter rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly, “Is it that obvious?” The nice clothes couldn’t hide the fact that they hadn’t had any vampire blood in almost three weeks. It was amazing that they were still standing.
“I think I can help you both out,” Steve assured you two, “If you had enough of the horderves, you can follow me upstairs.” He turned and Peter grabbed your hand as you all left the room.
“What exactly do we have to do … you know, for the blood?” Looking up at Peter, you worried that he was nervous for reasons that he was not telling you. Steve led you to the stairs and, as you climbed, you couldn’t help but look at all the photos that lined each wall. The upstairs wasn’t lit, making it feel like you were stepping into a story with a not-so-happy ending.
“Peter didn’t tell you?” Steve asked, not bothering to turn around. He led you down the hall to what you assumed was the master bedroom.
“Not everything,” Peter said quickly.
You expected some kind of evil den but the room was quite normal. High ceilings, brown upholstered bed, a view of the neighborhood, and a fireplace. You and Peter stood awkwardly, looking around, as Steve made his way over to the fireplace. He leaned down to turn a dial and moments later, it sprouted with fire.
“Peter,” You nudged him, your brows furrowed. He didn’t say anything which worried you more. Steve stood up, taking off his jacket which made your heart begin to race. Some of the fear disappeared quickly as he rolled up his white sleeves … exposing lower arms.
Now, your mouth was watering, “There’s no need to worry, doll. I already promised Peter that no harm will come to the two of you. But you do understand that this is a trade? I give you my blood and you give me what I want.”
Peter opened his mouth to say something but you interrupted, “And what do you want?”
“I want to watch,” He stated, looking the two of you over, “I consider myself somewhat of a voyeur, I like to watch when people are intimate.” You looked back and forth from him to Peter.
“Y/N, we don’t have to if you don’t want to,” Peter spoke quietly, worry in his eyes.
“Of course not,” Steve smiled, already a bit aroused by your shocked expression. He reached into his pocket to pull out a pocket knife, its handle having an old and intricate design, “But I think it’ll be very enjoyable on your side of things. The blood will certainly take the edge off and I won’t overstep my boundaries, I promise.”
“And we’re supposed to trust a vampire … ,” Steve stepped closer, pressing the knife to his skin.
“We don’t have another option,” Peter said, his eyes focused on Steve’s vein. Peter let go of your hand, the addiction taking over as he moved closer to Steve. Steve cut into his arm, the crimson running down it but not a drop touched the floor before Peter pressed his lips to the wound.
When Peter pulled away, his head tilted all the way back, as the sweet serum traveled down his throat. You were still staring in shock, the scent reaching your nose, and drawing you further in. It took everything in you to keep your feet planted and your fingernails dug into your palm as you watched.
Peter smiled, blood on his lips and mouth, “Y/N,” He drawled, “Please, taste it …” He walked towards you, his hands outstretched. The blood on his lips, you could smell it, and you wanted to taste it so bad that it was hurting you. When he leaned into your lips, you didn’t stop him. His tongue entered your mouth and you felt the high he was feeling.
Your vision began to blur a little as your head tilted back. Peter’s hands were holding you steady as the biggest smile spread across your lips. It was like tasting heaven, something beyond reality and you wanted to never let that supernatural feeling go.
You felt a foreign hand against your back but you felt like welcoming any touch under the influence of the drug. As Peter pulled his lips away from you, your eyes opened to Steve’s as he was offering you his wrist. With the taste already on the tongue, you gladly accepted more, Peter’s hands roaming over your body as you drank.
You weren’t sure how you made it to the bed, it felt like you had floated. Peter was right, he was so right, were all the words you could think. You heard those words, felt Peter’s hands, and watched as Steve’s lips turned into a mischievous smile.
Steve stepped away, the cut on his arm already healing, as he made himself comfortable in a lounging chair by the fireplace. He had to give it to the kid, he seemed to know your body much better than he expected for a guy his age. Either that, or you couldn’t tell what was what at the moment and it was all just pleasure in your glazed over eyes.
Your head tilted to the side so Steve could analyze every detail of your face. Your dress was pulled down at the top and the bottom rolled up past your stomach. Peter held your legs firmly, biting and kissing your thighs as he made himself comfortable between your legs.
“God, I fucking love you,” Steve smiled at Peter’s words. Your back arched up as he finally pushed your panties aside, tasting your warm center, “You smell so good. You taste so good.”
You cried out his name, biting down on your bottom lip, and Steve imagined you accidentally drawing blood. You wouldn't have noticed, there was already blood dripping down your chin. Steve liked how loud you were, he didn’t like the girls that held everything in, and he liked even more how Peter took your mewlings as encouragement to lap at you faster.
“Fuck,” You cursed, gripping the sheets tightly. Steve felt his pants begin to tighten though he promised himself he would wait, “Fuck, fuck!” You finally came and Peter crawled up your body in order to kiss you on your lips.
He fumbled with his belt and Steve felt his desperation to be inside you. He was still slow with you when he finally entered you, much more patient than Steve imagined he would be. He kept things slow so you could adjust. He made love to you, kissing your neck, “Is that good?”
You nodded eagerly, “Y-Yeah! Like that …. I love that, Petey. Feels so good … feels so good.”
It was more than ecstasy. The blood mixed with the love of your life, you thought you might cry knowing that no other feeling could compare.
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Steve watched the young lovebirds through several rounds and several different positions, your stamina never seeming to run out. Like any other drug, the high relieved the side effects but it didn’t last forever. Eventually, you and Peter floated to sleep.
You slept through the entire morning and you thought you’d wake in Peter’s arms. You could face any shame and guilt if you were with him but, when your heavy eyes finally opened, you were alone. Your palm against your head, you sat up in the bed, a little bit of sun creeping through the curtains. Looking down, you were completely naked most likely from last night's escapades.
You felt dirty, for more than one reason. “Peter,” You whispered, stepping out of the bed to look for your dress. Covering your chest, you kneeled down to check beneath the bed, “Peter.”
You breathed heavily, trying to push down your anxiousness as you struggled to find your clothes. When the door of the room opened, you panicked, grabbing ahold of the comforter and pulling it against your body.
It wasn’t Peter or Steve but a dark haired man, abnormally muscular for a vampire just like Steve. He tilted his head as he looked at you, “Where’s Peter?” You asked immediately.
“Who?” He raised an eyebrow, shutting the door, “Ohhh, Peter. Right. The boyfriend.”
“Where’s Peter and who are you?” You continued, your eyes wide with fear. Bucky ran his hand over his beard before folding his arms over each other.
“I’m Steve’s … friend,” You began to recognize him from all the photos, “There’s a few of us who share this house, you know. And I heard you all last night, I asked Steve if I could join the fun but sitting on the sidelines is a bit boring to me.”
You didn’t care, “If you’re not gonna tell me where Peter is-”
He rolled his eyes, “He’s with Natasha I think. He woke up still craving. Are you craving something too, dollface?”
“Nothing from you,” You shook your head though the idea of his bleeding wrist did pop into your brain, “I-I need to see him.”
“Be my guest. Are you going naked?” You scowled at him, “Go clean up first, please. There should be something for you to wear in the bathroom.”
The two of you stared awkwardly until Bucky realized you weren’t going to move until he left the room, “Fine,” He raised his hands in defeat, “They always get shy in the morning.” He mumbled to himself as the door shut. You quickly hurried to the bathroom, shutting and locking it.
Why the hell was Peter with Natasha? She’d look at him like she wanted to devour him, in a completely non-vampire kind of way. And he’d left you all alone for that man to find you. Sure, you’d done things last night you weren’t proud of but he’d promised that things would go back to normal after.
You freshened up in the sink, throwing on a night blue, silk nightgown. You had to scrub the dry blood off of your lips and your inner thighs and you were forced to relive the night. Everything was perfect but as soon as you thought about who watched and probably got off to it, you only felt guilty. You felt even more guilty that you were craving more blood.
The room was empty when you stepped back into it. Tip toeing over to the bedroom door, you made sure to check to see if the coast was clear before stepping out into the hallway. You thought you could find Peter, snap him out of whatever trance he was in, and take the two of you home even if you had to carry him out on your back.
“Natasha warned me to keep an eye on you,” He appeared in front of you so suddenly that a small shriek left your lips. You backed up quickly only to run into another tall figure.
“Bucky, you’re going to hurt her,” Steve warned, his deep voice sending chills down your spine.
Bucky smirked, “No blood, no foul.”
“You say that now.”
You stepped away from both of them, your back pressing against the nearest wall, “Would you like breakfast, doll?” Steve asked, catching you off guard.
“You should get something on your stomach, doll,” Bucky seemed to mimic Steve’s concerned nature which caused Steve to press his lips into a frustrated, thin line.
“Where. Is. Peter? I want to go home.”
“He’s-”
Bucky interrupted him, “You can’t go home.”
“Buck-”
“There’s no use in sugarcoating it,” Bucky stepped closer, resting his arm above you, “We need new blood bags and it’s not like you guys have much to go back to.”
“We’re not blood bags-”
“We’re all blood bags,” Bucky chuckled, “You guys need us too. Anyways, it’s not a request. Steve is just nicer than me but we’re all going to take what we want.”
You slipped away from him, your feet pushing you even though you knew you were faster. The only reason Bucky didn’t chase after you was because of Steve, “Peter!” You called out, running down the hall, “Peter!” You frantically opened each door you walked past until you got to the end of the hallway.
When you stormed in, you found him shirtless, sprawled on a bed. Natasha, in a robe, was in front of a vanity, brushing through her red hair. You hurried over to the bed, grabbing a hold of his shoulders, “Peter, we have to get out of here.”
He smiled, softly grabbing ahold of your arm, “My love, you’re so beautiful, you know that?” He was so high that you weren’t even sure if he was really seeing you.
Tears pricked your eyes, “You promised, Peter. You promised.”
He shushed you, “It’s okay, just give me a few … hours. We’ll be … okay.”
You felt hands on your waist that you didn’t fight. She brushed a piece of hair from your face, touching your cheek with her freezing hand, “I knew you’d like her, Buck. They're both so perfect,” Natasha guided you away from the bed and towards the door where the other two vampires were standing, “So who gets the first bite?”
“Steve’s had his fun. She’s mine tonight.”
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Hello! Can I request an hc about a shady MC who's not phase by anything in Devildom with the brothers (and Diavolo?? he deserves love!!!)? Like, when Luci's like "i CaN KiLL yOu hUmAN", MC's reaction was like "Oh... congratulations then." i need more shady mc who may or may not be planning to ruin your life😂😂 Thanks and take care!!❤❤
The Brothers + Diavolo with an MC that is not phased by DevilDom
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Pls I need more shady MC, they would not take any shit from the brothers. Put any Gen Z-er with these guys and you’ve got yourself a suicidal and reckless human exchange student.
They wouldn’t know what to do with one of those ahaksbakanhaka you’re right, Diavolo deserves all the love >:(((((((
You better take care too >:( thanks for sending me this big brain request. I’ve been preoccupied with other projects so I took a while to get to this ask. Hope you’re doing OK💙
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Lucifer:
-He thought having a human exchange student was going to be bad enough as it is but this…..this was so much worse than he could have ever imagined
-The moment you arrived, he already knew you were going to be a problem child and a persistent one at that
-Literally the first thing you asked him was : “Why do you look like an off-brand Levi Ackerman?”
-And he was left there, astounded, confused and offended because he had no idea who you were talking about (cuz at that point you hadn’t met the third eldest) and the tone you had was, frankly, pissing him off
-You kept wondering off on your own????? Without looking like you gave a shit even though you almost walked into a butcher’s shop that specialises in human meat???? Tf MC?
-Also really irritated that you couldn’t be intimidated and that DevilDom was like a playground to you, for some reason? Like, MC get out of the fiery pits of eternally tormented souls- this is Hell, not the McDonald’s ball pit ffs
-Things did not improve for him lmao, by the end of the first week he had already ripped out a good chunk of his hair because of you
-“MC, you should know by now provoking demons like this for no good reason is only going to make life harder for you. Keep this up and you’ll get killed in no time because of your behaviour.”
-“Great, can we have a hip-hip and a hurray?”
-In the span of one day, he’s had to come to your rescue six times (approximately) because you’re too nonchalant about your surroundings around literal creatures of hell
-He doesn’t have enough coffee or will to live for this bs
-“Lucifer, I found this dead plant and brought it here because it reminded me of you.”
-“…..sigh. Why? Why does it remind you of me?”
-“Because it’s cold and unresponsive.”
-He made the consecutive decision to ignore you
-(low-key kept the plant tho)
-Honestly, you get on his nerves a lot and he has definitely contemplated killing you in the past but at the end of the day he really can’t bring himself to do it
-We both know he tried a few times lmfao
-“I will tear you limb from limb, human-“
-“Can I finish my tea first.”
-“You…wait, what?”
-“You’re crazy if you think I’m letting this tea get cold. Try to kill time before I’m done and I’ll smash this cup against your head.”
-If you try hard enough, you might even elicit a laugh out of him, especially if your shadiness is directed at any of his brother which results in him patting your head affectionately
-Nowadays he’s just concerned because you seemed to have made an alliance of sorts with Belphagour and Satan and that’s not a good sign
-For his sake, if not yours, at least try to survive the year without getting chomped on by a random demon please
-He’s too stubborn to let you die just because you’re unbothered by everything so cut him some slack and help out damn it
Mammon:
-“Oi Lucifer, how come I’m stuck babysittin’ this stupid human?”
-“And how come I’m stuck with this asshole for a tour guide, with his fake ass designer shoes and no brand sunglasses. That’s a lot of smack talk from someone with crow shit stains covering the back of his jacket. Also, did you stick your hair in a bucket of mayonnaise?”
-……..
-He was so offended lol
-Normally, humans like you cower in fear whenever demons are as much as mentioned because of the whole “I can eat you whole” thing
-And here you are; insulting the Avatar of Greed and one of the princes of Hell himself just because you didn’t like his attitude
-Don’t worry tho, he warms up to you in less than a fucking month simply because you still come to his rescue whenever his brothers start insulting him and wow, look at that, his heart is now combusting on the floor
-“Y’all have no right to criticise Mammon when he has the most self control out of all of you.”
-“Since when does Mammon have any self control? He can’t keep himself from nicking anything that looks shiny.”
-“Motherfucker, I don’t see him trying to choke me to death, respectfully pls shut the fuck up. I don’t want to say I have favourites but if I do, it’s definitely him.”
-While Mammon’s in the background, with hearts instead of pupils in his eyes like ❤️👄❤️
-He doesn’t even mind running around after you anymore (will still complain about it though because your ass is in constant danger and he’s had enough)
-Honestly, you keep starting shit with random demons, some of which are quite powerful mind you, and you don’t back down even when he’s there to step in
-Would low key love to watch you fight one of your classmates at RAD and organise a ticket selling booth for the event but Lucifer will hang him a new one if he does
-So for now, he sticks to baring his teeth at the aggravator in question and you’re there, giving the same demon the middle finger
-The way you sometimes match his energy gets him so hyped up lmao
-“Mammon, did you steal Levi’s money again?”
-“T’s none of her business human. Now go away, shoo!”
-“Bitch, don’t ‘shoo’ me, I ain’t a bird. Now tell me, did you?”
-“…..Why do you ask?”
-“Because a new flavour of instant noodles just got announced, called ‘Super Hell-Sauce Flavour’ and I thought you might be more interested in that than wasting the money on gambling.”
-“….ok but only if you come with me to buy some.”
-This…this is true love right here
Levi:
-Oh no, now there’s two of you
-Why do I feel like his energy would match MC’s almost immediately? Maybe it’s because he spends too much time in his room on the internet like the rest of us do
-“What do you want, you stupid normie?”
-“300…..”
-“….300 what?”
-“300 mangas collected, thousands of episodes of anime watched, over 60 character figurines, plushies, body pillows, merchandise and several posters only to be called a fucking normie by a demon weeb that’s only known me for 10 minutes.”
-Boom, instant friendship
-He becomes attached to you almost immediately and now that he knows how unphased you are by DevilDom, he is seriously worried
-Hell, you’re making him consider going outside his room just to make sure you’re alive and not dead in a ditch somewhere because you decided to get on someone’s nerves that particular day
-Even during the quiz thing, when he almost kills you, you’re just sitting on the floor and awkwardly watching him as he throws a sissy fit
-Levi feels sort of conflicted with you because one one hand you’re good company and he loves having you around, you’re his Henry after all
-But on the other hand, you put yourself in so much danger it makes him paranoid so often to the point where he wants to keep you locked in his room and wrapped in bubble wrap
-Nearly had a heart attack when you almost walked right into a pit of lava like MC???? This isn’t one of his video games???? You’re not gonna respawn if you die????
-Besides all that, he gets a bit jealous of you confidence and your ability to just do whatever without fearing death or consequence
-“MC, how do you do it?”
-“Do what?”
-“How do you go about your life without a care in the world?”
-“I guess I’ll tell you my secret Levi. I’m not like other humans that’s why, I’m just so unique I do things differently.”
-“You sound like a pick me-“
-As long as you’re OK and not injured because of your carelessness, he’s indifferent about your behaviour and will even applaud you for your bravery when it comes to this sort of thing
-“lmao the human exchange student just dumped Solomon’s cooking in the trash while looking him dead in the eye 💀💀💀”
Satan:
-Your attitude towards DevilDom and demons in general kept him entertained, if nothing else
-You rarely seemed to consider how much of a threat that place really is and usually you were just running around, completely ignoring Lucifer’s rules and doing your own thing
-Which, you know, he’s all about
-I can’t say there were no incidents between the two of you
-With his short temper and your tendency to say things without caring about the consequences, there were definitely moments when he might’ve snapped on you
-“MC for goodness sake, what happened to my room?”
-“What do you mean?”
-“It’s an absolute mess! I just told you to bring me my spells and curses book, not mow through everything!”
-“It’s not my fault this place is built like a fucking labyrinth. You should be grateful I went to get it for you at all, I almost tripped and died several times on my way back. Also, you should get a new ladder for your shelves. It did the broken.”
-“MC….”
-“Yes?”
-“You are so lucky I love you.”
-Other than the fact his anger takes over him when things like these happen, he not so subtly encourages you to keep going because seeing Lucifer scowl at your antics gets him wheezing his lungs out
-I like to think Satan would be very impressed, even in the beginning, at the amount of nonchalance you can radiate at times
-I mean, you sure as hell don’t see it often and he loves how unpredictable you are more often than not
-If anything, he should probably thank you-idk how, but his patience has increased significantly every since you got here and he appreciates having some more control of his emotions
-“I’m gonna go put oil in Lucifer’s shoes.”
-“Do you have a death wish?”
-“Satan, I am old enough to make my own decisions and I concluded that this action is necessary.”
-“Necessary for what?”
-“Raising everyone’s morale! All of you seemed to feel down lately so I thought this would be fun for everybody!”
-“Except Lucifer, right?”
-“Except Lucifer. He grounded me from my D.D.D like I’m a fucking teenager who needs to be supervised-pssshht, I’m the most responsible one here.”
-“Yes clearly.”
-“Goodbye dear Satan, I may die today. But it’s for the greater good! (Dramatic exit with sound effects)”
-“WAIT MC!”
-“(pops head back in) yes?”
-“May I offer you my assistance?”
-You’re basically taking turns pranking his brothers and it’s hilarious
-Satan is not too worried about your well being simply because he knows his siblings and him are always going to be nearby to save you if you pull something stupid again
-Even so, he checks up on you throughout the day; just to make sure
-“Where were you?”
-“Running from a bunch of demons. Who wanted to go munchy crunchy on me, I assume.”
-“……”
-“Either that or people here are a lot friendlier than originally expected.”
-You can be such a handful and it really tests him, especially when he’s angry enough to begin with
-But despite your amazing talent at either getting completely lost around Hell, purposely walking into a prohibited place just because you felt like it or riling up others with how blunt you are, he still cares about you deeply
-You may be a pain the ass, but you’re his pain in the ass <3
Asmo:
-He should’ve known something was up with this particular human when you stood there, completely calm and collected, while Beel salivated at the thought of eating you on your first day
-Asmo just brushed it off for a while but it kept happening???
-The first time Lucifer ever told you off, you really went and said “Or what? Are you going to eat me? If so, you can go ahead and start with-“
-He came to your rescue and covered your mouth before you got to finish and before Lucifer unleashed his wrath on to everyone in that house
-“OOPSIE! I think MC has been spending too much time with me. Sorry Lucifer, we gotta run now! We have a party to attend, don’t we MC darling?”
-“You mean the one hosted by the guy that tried to kill me because I shoved into him on the hallway at school and then proceeded to tell him to go fuck himself right back into whatever hell hole he was born in before you came and charmed our way out of it?”
-“Yes.”
-“Ah OK. “
-You’re tiring for sure but you’re not exactly unlikeable
-You have a certain charm hanging about you that Asmo loves
-“I almost died like…30 minutes ago.”
-“WAIT WHAT?? WHY?? WHAT HAPPENED-MC ARE YOU OK???”
-“Yeah, I almost drank some poison today because someone told me it was water. It smelt off though so I didn’t.”
-“….”
-“Anyway, I got you this bracelet on my way home.”
-He really does wish you would take things a bit more seriously
-This is your life on the line, you know? What would he do if you died?
-“MC, you’re not immortal, you can die so much more easily than I can, you know that right???”
-“I don’t care.”
-“Well I do! And you should too….”
-A lot of people don’t see past his vanity tbh, because he can be such a caring person towards the people he loves
-The amount of videos he has of you appearing to be completely calm while pure chaos is descending in the background is pretty impressive
-Every time he uses his charm on you to try and get you to commit his sin, it just doesn’t work???? For some reason???? And even if it’s just with simple, innocent affection for now, he is determined to tempt you into it
-“MC~gimme a hug!”
-“But that’s social interaction and I don’t support it- do you have a charger for my D.D.D by any chance?
-Or at least die trying to ig
-Asmo loves having you around but you’re giving him wrinkles and that’s not okay >:(
Beel:
-The moment he realised how carefree you actually were, he sort of started checking up with you quite frequently throughout the day
-It’s his way of protecting you but if he could, he would follow you around all the time
-Becomes your body guard because you may not care enough about your safety but he certainly does so get ready to be carried everywhere
-You will not get hurt nor will anyone mess with you if he has a say in it and let me tell you, he does
-Thing is, his brothers mostly know him for being slightly dense in some aspects of day to day life
-He’s not perceptive of things that don’t involve food or his loved ones
-And because you most definitely are a loved one of his, he does notice how careless you are really often
-And it scares, rather worries, him because DevilDom is an incredibly dangerous place-even with all the precautions they had taken when you came
-“MC get down, you could fall.”
-“But Beel, look-I’m finally taller than everyone else! Taller than you even! Hey, should I do a backflip?”
-He has no idea why you thought jumping from 60 meter high cliff into a small river of squashed demon blood was a good idea but he wasn’t going to risk anything just because you felt like showing off your diving skills
-Proceeds to carry you away, completely unfazed
-In this case, I feel like Beel is not someone who gets bothered by the horrible things happening around there either
-As long as he has food and his family is safe and happy then he’s also happy, as mentioned above
-But he knows he’s alright with DevilDom because he’s been living here for centuries now
-A bit curious as to why you’re so unbothered
-And even more curious as to why you weren’t terrified of him transforming in his demon form after he lost control when he found out you ate his pudding
-Or more like Mammon did and pushed the blame on you
-“YOU. ATE. MY. PUDDING!”
-“Beel I love you but if you did not just see Mammon shoving the damn container in my mouth two seconds prior to this, then you might need glasses.”
-He apologised to you later for it but even so, you didn’t seem to mind like at all and he didn’t really understand why
-Unless you end up explaining why exactly you feel so indifferent about your life being in potential danger, he won’t really pry
-But now he has even more reason to follow you around like a lost puppy
-Since it’s clear you don’t really care about protecting yourself
-So now it’s his job to do it
-MC protection squad? Mostly Beel and Mammon
-ahhh he cute
Belphie:
-Oh
-You piss him off so much
-He’s trying to have his moment, you know?
-Finally getting that glimmer of satisfaction after killing a human as a way to avenge his sister’s death
-Trying his hardest to make it as miserable as possible because he has so much rage in him, he needs you to suffer
-“Harder Daddy-“
-“Oh fuck off.”
-Nah but for real, what the fuck MC
-Why does he even bother, he feels like he should be sleeping instead of dealing with your bullshit
-Even afterwards, when your future self shows up and he tries to kill you again, you look more thoughtful than irritated???
-Lucifer and Beel are literally holding him back from doing another Chocky on you and you’re standing there, looking at him with your eyebrows raised
-“Hey Belphie, I have a quick question. I know you’re trying to kill me and everything but do you like the colour blue?”
-“HUH??!?!”
-“It’s a simple yes or no question Belphie. Do. You. Like. Blue?”
-“WHAT DOES IT MATTER???!!!”
-“BELPHAGOUR, AVATAR OF SLOTH-YES OR NO, JUST FUCKING ANSWER!”
-“YES! FUCK YOU!”
-“Ah ok thanks. I like blue too :)”
-????????????
-Pls he felt like sticking his foot down your throat
-As of late, he’s kind of glad he didn’t manage to scare you away that day and that he didn’t traumatise you or something
-At the time, he was mad because he didn’t understand why you weren’t scared but now he just wants to make it up to you
-“You didn’t deserve any of that. I’m sorry MC, I won’t blame you if you decide to stay away from me now.”
-“Stfu dipshit, what’s gotten you so depressed? Did you have another fight with Beel? I told you not to eat the last slice of cake.”
-“Rude ass, I was trying to apologise for my past mistakes-let me repent will you?”
-“Said no demon ever. Now let’s go hang out you emo bitch.”
-Y’all vibe together on a spiritual level once that shit gets sorted out
-But he’s kinda scared you might pull out a knife on him ngl
-Obviously, you’re still annoying as fuck with that indifferent attitude of yours but he can live with it
-He appreciates the fact that you’re not scared of him, even after what he’s done
Diavolo:
-Ah yes, the future King of DevilDom himself
-He’s very enthusiastic about the idea of you having fun this year…..and to keep you alive….
-He, of course, expected a range of reactions from you when he first summoned you here
-None of which were “Ok but could you not have given me a heads up? Before the whole teleportation thing? I face-planted your onto marvellously polished the floor and now I think I lost even more brain cells than before.”
-He felt so bad gagajajahahwgehhsb
-He apologised for bringing you out here without any warning like that and then proceeded to introduce you to everyone
-Diavolo is actually kind of relieved to see you’re handling everything pretty well
-He thought that maybe DevilDom was too much for a human to deal with
-Meeting Barbatos also went incredibly smooth
-“Barbatos? The one that cleans the floors right? Big fan of your work, I could eat off the floor of the main hall.”
-He’s so glad to see you getting along with everyone and not getting intimidated by the brothers
-It gets him excited thinking about how the exchange program is gonna work and all three realms will be united
-But he’s not stupid so don’t think he’ll allow you to stumble around, getting up to all sorts of mischief
-He always has someone watching you because he would hate to see you die, despite being pretty fond of your carefree attitude
-“MC, please be careful. Most demons here aren’t all that nice.”
-“Aye aye Captain.”
-He fears that many demons would take your indifference as a challenge and try to assert dominance or something by kidnapping you
-As far as creatures of hell go, they love installing fear in people
-So he always keeps an extra eye open for you
-And he’ll be there to help you if something goes wrong
-But other than that, he’s pretty chill as well and he finds you so hilarious, it’s been a while since he’s seen someone as eccentric and dramatic as Mammon and Asmo
-Idk what else to add here, Diavolo is very accepting and as long as you don’t get hurt, he’s glad you can get used to your new surroundings so easily
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Al~
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He Makes You Feel Insecure ~ Sting
A/N: Final-fucking-ly. excuse my language. You have no idea how long I’ve been playing with this idea in my head and just not being able to write it out. It was horrible. I hope you like it! I’ll try to post some more stuff the upcoming week but I can’t promise anything since everything is a bit overwhelming lately. Thank you for all the love and support! Don’t hesitate to drop me a request as well or just come and say hi 🥰
Warnings: insecurities (he makes you feel like you’re overdramatic), swearing, wounds
Genre: angst to fluff
Other versions:
Gray ~ Laxus ~ Cobra/Erik ~ Bickslow ~ Gajeel ~ Natsu ~ Jellal ~ Freed ~ Rogue
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"Is that really all you got, Yukino" you taunted the girl as a smug look was plastered on your face. The celestial mage was panting heavily in front of you. She had come to you a couple of weeks ago to learn how to wield a sword since she felt useless in a battle when she didn't have her keys. You happily agreed to it, seeing it as an opportunity to train more.
She charged at you, holding the diamond sword you made earlier diagonally in front of her face, ready to strike but at the same ready to block any attack that comes her way, just like you taught her.
You swiftly moved away, spinning on your feet in the progress as you slowly formed diamond armour around your body. You wanted to practise closer combat without your sword, which is why you were so focused on your defence. You knew you wouldn't always be able to rely on your sword skills, so this was the perfect moment to practice.
Nobody doubted for a second the fact that you were an excellent swordswoman,it was the exact reason why Yukino came to you in the first place. But you could get overconfident, resulting in you slacking your moves and getting careless, and that's exactly what happened
Your back was still facing the celestial mage as you took your time, presuming she wouldn't be able to recover that quickly after you swept her feet from underneath her. But you were wrong, resulting in Yukino getting a direct hit on you. Unbeknownst to her, she hit you in your blind spot which was right in between shoulder blades. It was the spot where your armour was the weakest.
You fell forward, immediately forming a dome made out of diamond around you in an attempt to shield you from any following attempts.
Yukino gasped at your reaction, knowing you only made that move when you were hurt badly "(Y/N)! I am so sorry! I didn't mean to-"
You let the shield crumble down again, making you visible to your friend. Placing a knee on the ground and pushing yourself up, you winced at the burning sensation. "It's fine, I was careless. It's not your fault"
Your reassuring words didn't ease the worry that was swimming through Yukino's mind "I'll go get some stuff to clean it up"
"No, it's fine, I'll go get it myself in a bit." You stopped the girl from running away as you stood up straight in an attempt to show her you were fine "you are progressing really fast"
"It's all thanks to you. Are you sure you don't need me to check up on your wound?" She offered again.
"Yeah, I'll be okay. Maybe I'll try roping Sting into pampering me. That way he'd at least has done something useful today" you attempted to joke to make the younger mage feel better, and it was a success as a small chuckled left her lips. "Let's go back shall we"
Once back, the stinging sensation had still not died down. In fact, it only got worse.
"Sting" you whined as you leaned your head against your boyfriend's shoulder.
He chuckled at your childishness as he turned to look at you "yes, my love?"
"I got badly hurt during training with Yukino" you pouted "can you take a look at it?"
A chuckle left his lips once again "sure drama queen, where is it?"
"I'm not being a drama queen" you stepped away from him, the pout was still evident on your face but this time it was paired with your scrunched eyebrows.
"Of course you're not" sarcasm dripping from the words that just left his mouth.
"What do mean by that?" Your lips were now tightly pressed together, forming a straight line. You were now standing directly in front of him with your arms crossed in front of your chest.
"Remember that time you thought Rogue got kidnapped while he just overslept?" Sting explained, but you were quick to defend yourself "in my defence, Rogue had never once overslept."
"Fine, what about that time I twisted my ankle and thought I had broken it for sure" the crease between your eyebrows deepened as he kept listing situations "or that time you thought some guy was harassing Minerva while they were just out on a date?"
"I was just worried" you mumbled as you recalled more encounters where you were indeed overdramatic.
"All I'm saying is, you tend to enlarge things. That's why I'm pretty sure that it's only a scratch, after all, Yukino just learned how to handle a sword. There's no way she could've hit you, the best swordswoman of our guild, that hard. But if you want I could still look at the wittle wound" he cooed at you, unknowingly worsening your mood.
"No. It's fine. I'm probably just being overdramatic again" the coldness that was latched to your words, send shivers down the guild master's spine, but before he could even muster an apology, you had turned on your heels and left to go home.
That night when Sting came home, he apologized and told you he didn't mean to make you feel that way. However, his words felt shallow, leaving nothing but an empty promise to be better.
The following days, the burning sensation only got worse, but you kept telling yourself that it was nothing. It was probably only a scratch just like Sting said.
Ignoring the pain, you kept going on about your days like normal. You kept making mental notes to not get swallowed by the worry for your guildmates and blow everything out of proportion. You absolutely did not want to be known as the girl who cried wolf.
Nobody seemed to notice, at least, so you thought. The boy in the shadows that liked observing more than talking to people noticed every small change from the moment Sting called you overdramatic.
It's why he wasn't surprised when Sting called him one morning, panic coated every word he spoke "Rogue! (Y/N) isn't waking up! I don't know what happened! Shit! Rogue! Help! What do I do?"
"Get her to the hospital as soon as possible, I'll meet you there" he replied in a much calmer voice. He knew he'd make matters only worse if he'd let his own worry shine through.
Sting had successfully brought you to the hospital in under ten minutes, Rogue shortly arrived after you two.
"I don't know what happened... She seemed fine yesterday…" Sting trailed off as the twin dragon slayers were seated next to your hospital bed.
"Did she really though?" Rogue sighed which earned him a questioning look from the blonde " (Y/N) hasn't been herself for almost a week"
"What do you mean? She seems perfectly normal to me?" Sting's gaze averted from his friend to you as he tried to recall any odd behaviour, but nothing came to mind.
A heavy sigh left the raven-haired mage again "ever since you called her overdramatic, she's been acting more distant, being less expressive. I think you hit a nerve when you said those words"
Sting was quick to defend himself "it can't be that. I apologized that night, and she told me it was nothing, that she didn't care"
"Whatever you say" he mumbled as he noticed your hand twitching.
Sting quickly grasped that same hand and waited patiently for you to open yours, while anticipation filled his. "I'll go get a doctor"
Rogue re-entered with a doctor sooner after, once you were fully awake " Ah, miss (L/N) good to see you awake"
You nodded your head awkwardly before she continued "you had a nasty looking cut between your shoulder blades, were you aware of that?"
"Yes," you mumbled as you fiddled with your finger, afraid to make eye contact with anyone.
The doctor sighed as she put the clipboard down "there was an infection spreading from that wound due to pieces of diamond stuck in it. Had you waited any longer, you would have died. Why didn't you come sooner"
You felt incredibly small as all eyes were looking at you, waiting for you to respond "I didn't think it was that bad. I didn't want to seem overdramatic"
As soon as the last word rolled off your tongue, Sting's eyes grew wide in realization. Rogue was right. "We'll give you a moment"
"(Y/N)" you refused to meet his eyes, even when he grabbed your hand to stop you from fiddling, so he tried again but with a more stern tone this time "(Y/N) look at me"
You did as he requested and wished you could sink into the darkness as Rogue could right there and then. The hurt and disappointment that were swimming in his eyes made your gut wrench as you never intended to upset him "why didn't you say anything?"
"You said that I was being a drama queen and that there was probably nothing to be worried about, so I assumed that it was just that, me being my overdramatic self" you explained, your eyes averting again to your fingers that were now intertwined with Sting.
"I thought I told you I didn't mean that" he frowned at the fact that you didn't even dare to look at him.
"But you were right!" You explained fed up as frustration tears started to form in the corner of your eyes "I am overdramatic. I blow everything out of proportion. I am just a burden that brings unnecessary stress into everyone's lives"
"Okay stop that. First of all, you are not a burden, nobody thinks that so stop it. Second of all, I am really really sorry that I made you doubt yourself. You're not overdramatic, well maybe a little, but it's not a bad thing. It shows how much you care about all of us. I'd rather have you blow things out of proportion than minimalize it and have bad things happen like this" he explained.
"You really think so?" You ask, your watery eyes finally meeting his.
"I know so. I am so sorry for making you feel so insecure about yourself. That was never my intention, please forgive me" he pleaded.
"I forgive you, I'm sorry for not saying anything sooner about the wound" you reply as you kissed his hand.
"It's alright. Now get some rest, my love. I'll be here when you wake up"
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I’m Still Hurting (F!Reader/M!Orc)
Pairings: Fem!Reader/Male!Orc
Genre: Urban Fantasy, Angst
Warnings: (Almost) Infidelity
Word Count: 3376 words
Summary: Your boyfriend does something he’d never thought he’d do, and you’re left to try and pick up the pieces.
Request: can I make a request? About an angst story between an m!orc and f!human. I like the idea of like maybe the orc sorta misses being with other orc women or like she can't fulfill his needs and she hears this. I like the idea of almost infidelity
A/N: Surprise bitches! I’m alive! And back with some delicious angst for y’all!! I really loved doing this request, as I don’t often write full on angst. I am also working on a fluffy request at the moment, if some of you would like some nice comfort after this haha. Hope y’all enjoy!
Honey ❤️: Babe
Honey ❤️: Babe please answer the phone I need to talk to you
Honey ❤️: I know you’re angry, you should be angry, but please talk to me
Honey ❤️: Baby please
“____? Is that my phone?” Brynn yells from the kitchen, already mixing another cocktail for you to down. Her bright red horns peek over the living room divider, bouncing back as she grabs the alcohol from the fridge. Still looking at your bright screen, you don’t even have the energy to respond.
“____?” You throw your phone away as she peaks her head over, giving her a shameful look. Brynn furrows her brow, pulling away from the kitchen island and putting one hand on her hip. “Was that him?” With your eyes darting back and forth from the pillow you shoved your phone under and Brynn’s face, you nod.
“Y-yeah, it was him.”
Brynn sighs, fiddling with her hands.
“Listen, I don’t want to tell you what to do, especially not tonight, but I just think-”
“No, no, it’s alright. You’re right, you’re right.” A jolt hits you as your phone vibrates, the vibrations rumbling through the fabric and stabbing right into your stomach. You force yourself to look away, fiddling with your fingers. Brynn shoots you a pitiful look, you’re sure of it, even as your efuse to meet her gaze. “I shouldn’t talk to him tonight. Not right now, not when I’m like….this.” A slow, tired breath escapes you. “I’ll make him wait, just like he did.”
The coach cushion bends as Brynn sits next to you, rubbing your shoulder as she leans in for a side each. You accept it, your body like a deadweight as you let yourself go slack in her arms.
“Do you want anything? Chocolate, maybe a movie? I’ve got some leftover cheesecake?”
“A movie sounds nice.” You murmur, nodding against her chest. Brynn hums, her tail coming up and massaging your lower back as she kisses you on the forward.
“Of course, your choice. Do you want me to get your drink?”
You nod once more, letting Brynn untangle herself from the hug and laying back on the couch, grabbing the comfiest blanket and the remote. You quickly flick through you and Brynn’s ‘most watched’ section on Netflix. You need something new tonight, something to get your mind off.
All your regular comfort movies are romances, after all.
By the time Brynn comes back, a rum and coke and a carton of ice cream in hand, you’re already snuggled into a blanket burrito. She hands you a spoon and the glass, which you wordlessly accept. She sits down and throws a hand over your shoulder, trying her best to massage the left over tension in your neck. You sink into the feeling, pressing on your movie of choice.
“Mad Max: Fury Road, huh? I’ve heard this movie’s great.”
“Yeah,” you whisper, “It is.”
And chocked full of shitty men getting what they deserve.
As the opening title plays, the deep voice of Tom Hardy kicking the movie off, you snuggle into Brynn’s side. Your phone buzzes again, but it’s drowned out by screaming men and loud engines. Just how you like it.
Honey ❤️: Could you call me in the morning?
Honey ❤️: I’ll leave you alone for the night, I’m sorry
Honey ❤️: I love you
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Waruck sighs, his fingers shaking as another small ‘message delivered’ shows up on his screen. No response, just like the last 15 texts. He finds himself typing out another anyway.
I love you so fucking much
It reads, but is quickly deleted. Waruck clicks off his phone, but it stays in his hand, taunting him. The black mirror shows a sad, pathetic boyfriend, getting the silent treatment.
He falls back onto his bed, exhausted from a day of doing nothing. Nothing but worrying and feeling guilty, with the occasional flicking through TV channels and texting his girlfriend.
It’s getting late, his bedside clock cutting through the dark of his room to remind him he’s been up for almost 16 hours now. Waruck slides a hand through his hair and gets up. He’s going to have to camp out in front of the TV, because he knows he won’t be able to sleep tonight.
Not after what he did.
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He had gone out with friends. Friends from highschool who he still occasionally chatted with, friends he didn’t even really like anymore. But the past two weeks had him feeling oddly...nostalgic, like something was out of place. So when his buddy Simon had invited him to the bar, he had eagerly accepted.
He remembers grabbing his coat, you sending him a text to have fun, and him not replying. He didn’t know why he didn’t respond, he still doesn’t. The two of you had been going strong for almost 8 months now, with only the occasional hiccup that most couples have. So why didn’t he respond? What made him casually throw your sweet remark to the side like that?
Waruck shakes his head, trying to focus on the movie in front of him. Now isn’t the time to get existential over tiny shit like that, not with how the rest of the night went.
When he met up with the group, Waruck immediately knew that tonight was going to be different. His current group of friends are quite different, less rowdy, than his old posse. At only 10 PM, three of the guys we’re already halfway drunk, saving a spot in line from him outside the noisy bar. The electronic music that thrummed through the concrete and out onto the street reminded him of how much time has passed, how different his usual party-scene is now, and he revels in that feeling of former good-times.
Simon greets him with a hug, the guys shouting his name as he joins them. From the corner of his eye, he sees a gaggle of girls giggling.
And that's where it started.
An orc woman, dressed in a beautiful black dress, winks as she passes him at the bar. Simon nudges his side as Waruck takes a drink.
“Dude, that chick is totally sending you the look”
Waruck furrows his brow, stirring his drink.
“What’s ‘the look’?” He says, taking another sip of his scotch.
Simon rolls his eyes. “The ‘come hit on me’ look dude! That’s the sign you need to go for it!”
“I have a girlfriend, Simon.”
Simon scoffs, throwing his hand out dramatically. “What, that human chick?”
Waruck has half of mind to set down his drink and ask Simon what he means with that sarcastic tone of voice. It pisses him off, but he says nothing, just rolls his eyes.
“No offense, bro, she looks cute and all. But is she really worth missing out on some great ass?”
Waruck grimaces and shoots Simon a dirty look. “Jesus, Simon, are you serious?”
“I’m serious! When was the last time you had fun, y’know? Everyone knows an orc chick can throw down, wild-style.” Simon nudges him in his side, playfully, but it only serves to make Waruck more annoyed. “C’mon, you seriously don’t miss it?”
Waruck should tell him a firm ‘No’, finish his drink, and leave. He should call a cab and go home, call you and rant about his gross misogynistic friend from high school.
But he doesn’t.
The part of him, the part of him that feels slightly off, wonders if this is it. It had been a long time since he had been with another orc. You were a great girlfriend, but so different from in so many ways. Is that it?
Maybe relieving the old days will satisfy whatever longing he has, and then it will leave forever. Would that be so bad, to let loose for one night?
Waruck feels a tap on his shoulder, and turns to see the orc girl from earlier; The one who sent him ‘the look’.
“Hey handsome, can I buy you a drink?”
Between the boosted bass of the music and the orc woman pressing up against him, Waruck doesn’t notice Simon slip away, giving him a pat on the back.
Leave, say no, tell her she’s got the wrong guy, you fucking idiot. His consciousness yells.
“U-uh, sure.” He stutters.
She introduces herself as Naz and says she noticed him the minute he walked in.
“Hard not to notice the best-dressed guy in the room.” She flirts, pressing herself closer and up against him.
He has a thousand little moments like that, to say something; To pull back and apologize, but he doesn’t.
Instead, he slips into a corner booth with her, purposely ignoring the texts you send to check up on him. You had remembered that he wasn’t sure how much fun this night would be, and routinely checked in if he needed a convenient excuse to leave early. You’re sweet like that.
Naz is sweet too. She's a great conversationalist, with a good head on her shoulders and an interesting career in zoology. Waruck could see the two of you being good friends.
Is that why she seems so alluring? Because she’s so similar to you? Waruck’s mind does mental gymnastics to try and justify his hesitance, his compliance in believing that maybe she has something different after all, even though he knows that isn’t true.
The two of them talk for a solid hour and a half, Naz slowly inching herself closer and putting a hand on his knee. His body screams in resistance, his stomach tying up into knots, but he doesn’t push her away.
“So, I’ve got a room not too far from here. What do you say we go make ourselves a bit more comfortable?”
This is his final chance to find an excuse and say goodnight. To run back home and forget this ever happened. But the words are caught in his throat and he’s further silenced by the nearby whooping of his asshole friends.
“Yeah, Waruck! Get some!”
Naz chuckles and mistakenly reads his seething anger at himself with embarrassment for his friends. She leans in, grabbing his jaw, and whispers.
“Let's give them a show, huh?” Then, she kisses him.
The noises of the bar, his friends, and Naz all drown away as her lips mold into his. Waruck’s body goes rigid, terrified as time seems to freeze as he kisses someone who is not his girlfriend.
But all of that stops when your ringtone begins to blast in his pocket. It should be near silent when compared to the pounding bar music, but that familiar jingle seems to cut deep into his skin and skewer his heart. Waruck pulls away with a quick jerk, Naz almost falling over as he pushes himself into his seat and away from her body-heat. Every nerve is a light with tension as he quickly pulls out his phone.
There on the screen is a picture of you, your contact name, “Sweetie❤️”, shining through the dimmed light of that bar. Waruck breathes heavily, feeling like he’s just run an emotional marathon, stuck in his own head until Naz slides away from him.
“Wait, hold on, do you have a girlfriend?”
Waruck looks at her, then looks at his still-ringing phone, then back to Naz. He nods.
Naz's face curls up into obvious disgust, quickly directing her body to be as far away from him as possible. “Fucking hell, dude. What the fuck?” She grabs her handbag and stomps out of the booth, not before throwing her drink in his face and telling him to go to hell.
He almost watches her move across the bar, most likely to go complain to her friends about the asshole she just wasted the last 2 hours chatting up, but all he can focus on is your picture on his phone.
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Waruck practically runs out of the bar, his whole body covered in sweat and his mind racing a mile a minute.
What the hell was wrong with him?
He felt like a 15 year old, goaded into another shitty prank just because he wanted to look cool in front of his friends, buying into their weird bullshit about humans. Was he seriously going to throw away your wonderful relationship over one night, over one urge?
Naz had been strikingly beautiful, in all the ways he was taught an orc like himself should look for. She could probably get any guy in that club tonight, but she wasn’t you. You’re different, but in so many cool, inconsequential, uniquely-you ways.
Waruck doesn’t know how long he walks before he sits down outside a cafe, trying to collect his racing emotions. He feels gross, sticky with the kind of sweat you only get after too much alcohol and too many people. The screen of his phone seems to reflect every smudge and finger-print as he swipes it to unlock it, finally getting the courage to read your text messages.
They start off normal, spread out over several hours. The occasional “How are the guys?” and “Hope you are having fun! Just let me know when you get home safe.” before dropping off into nothing. Right up until 20 minutes ago, where you send a short and curt text that has his heart dropping to his stomach.
Sweetie❤️: Can you call me right now?
Sweetie❤️: Waruck, I need to talk to you
Sweetie❤️: Are you still at the bar?
After that is a notification of your missed call from earlier and Waruck can’t help but feel guilt stir in his gut.
It could be nothing, something unrelated to what he almost did tonight. But the notification he gets from his Instagram says otherwise. It says a mutual of his tagged him in a photo 30 minutes ago.
Waruck feels like vomiting when he opens up Simon’s story and sees a shaky picture of Naz, draped over him in the corner booth, with him looking all too happy to have her there. The caption reads
“At least someone’s getting lucky tonight 🤣🤣 #BoysNight20XX”
But what comes next is even worse; An even blurrier photo of Naz kissing him, both of their eyes closed as she almost sits in his lap.
Waruck can’t even look at the caption, quickly exiting out of the app and calling you.
He needs to explain himself.
But what will he say?
The phone rings, rings, rings….
Waruck waits with bated breath, thinking you’re going to let it go to voicemail, but you answer. There is no cheerful “Hi Babe” or even a tired and drawn-out “Hey.” Instead all Waruck hears is a shaky sigh, waiting for an explanation.
The words stay caught in Warucks throat, trying to find a way to maneuver and swing around to a solid excuse, a lie he hopes you won’t catch.
But he can’t, he can’t. Not to you.
So you make it easy for him, like you always do, and start the conversation off instead.
“Were you flirting with that girl?”
Waruck’s mind doesn’t give him a choice, the truth already spilling out like a tidal wave.
“Yes.”
Waruck hears you suck in a breath, before you shakily ask once more,
“Did you kiss her? Did you kiss her back?”
“Yes.”
There's 15 seconds of brutal silence as Waruck sits with his confession. In the moment, Waruck feels like he can hear your pounding heartbeat through the receiver.
You hang up.
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You hate the weather outside for two reasons.
One: You had far too much rum last night to enjoy any amount of sunlight. And,
Two: On a terrible morning like this one, it feels unfair that there aren't any dramatic thunder storms.
The bell rings on the cafe door as you walk in, causing you to wince as you pull down your sunglasses.
Thank god for the low lighting of these cafes.
You rub your brow, eyes scanning the menu above the bar. Some caffeine should do you good, at least with your headache.
But when you spot him, tucked away at a table, tapping his foot, all that aching pain seems to fall to your subconscious. Before you can meet eyes, you look away, forcing yourself to re-read the menu and blink away your tears.
You face the inevitable when you put in your order, turning to walk towards Waruck. He’s locked his gaze into the wood grain of the table, his large body hunched up and small, like he wants to sink into the shadows. He looks like shit, with large bags under his eyes and a nervous tension in his face.
He startles when you pull out a chair, sitting down across from him, but quickly curls back into his ball of shame. He looks so guilty, a small part of you wants to comfort him and tell him it’ll be alright.
You punch away that part of you with a baseball bat.
“Why did you flirt with her?”
Waruck says nothing. He looks at you with his tired eyes, big and racked with guilt.
I don’t know. They whisper.
Your fingers dig into your jeans, anger boiling up and through your nerves.
That’s not a good enough answer.
“Were you,” You suck in a breath, trying to control your volume, “Were you going to sleep with her? If I hadn’t called you, would you have-”
“No!” Waruck nearly shouts, shaking the table as his knees bang against the bottom, but he recoils once he sees the way you flinch. “No, I wasn’t going to.”
Those pesky tears press against your eyelids once more. You can feel your nails digging indents into your thighs.
“I don’t know if I can believe that.” You whisper, failing to catch the crack in your voice.
Waruck’s brow furrows as he nervously chews his bottom lip. He tries to meet your gaze, but you seem to look right through him.
“I know.” Waruck sighs, bringing his hand up to rub the back of his neck.
There's a tenuous silence; Waruck tries to find the words to fix things while you focus on the details of the cafe walls, examining every nook and cranny as you try not to sob.
“I-I understand if you don’t trust me. I understand if you hate me, or you want to break up. But please, please know that I love you, and that I’m sorry. I never wanted to hurt you. I’ve been kicking myself over flirting with that girl because I love you so fucking much. I-”
You hold up your hand, stopping Waruck in his tracks. He realizes how loud he’s been talking and that people are beginning to stare. He huddles back into his corner, tucking his hands into his lap. You let out a long breath. Waruck takes the risk and looks up.
When his eyes finally meet yours, he realizes just how sad you look. A treacherous tear has begun falling down your cheek, sending a lightning bolt of remorse into Waruck’s chest.
You take in another deep breath, wiping away the tear with the back of your hand. You look at Waruck, exhausted.
“I don’t,” You falter, but catch yourself, “I don’t want to break up with you. I just don’t know if I’m ready to forgive you yet.”
Waruck nods, fiddling with his fingers.
“Of course, I get it-”
“I’m not done.” Waruck quickly shuts his mouth. “You hurt me, Waruck. Hurt me in a way I don’t think I’ll ever forget. So I need time. Time before I can even see you again without thinking,” You hiccup, but this time you let the wave of emotion hit you, full force. “Without thinking about that night.”
A lady calls out your order, but neither of you makes a move. You sit in each other's presence, trying to wrap yourselves around the mess of emotions, trying to read the others mind without seeming too obvious.
You both sit here, in the presence of something that's been broken, damaged in a way that’s cut the heart of your chest and slams them on the table. There’s a crack that runs down between you two, inching open more and more with each breath.
But somehow, somehow, you both think you have a chance of fixing it.
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