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I write poetry for the parts of life that don’t have a clean sentence yet.
I’m here to explore freedom, softness, escape, reinvention, and the quiet kind of courage that happens when you decide to create a new version of yourself.
Every poem here is a moment I needed to release — so I did.
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Into the deep.
I write poetry because sometimes the feelings in my chest don’t have a practical explanation — they only have rhythm.
I’m here to tell the truth, gently and honestly.
I write about freedom, self-reinvention, leaving places that don’t hold me anymore, and learning to choose myself without apology.
This space is where I take all the versions of me — the quiet one, the chaotic one, the hopeful one — and let them speak in raw lines. I am unlearning old stories and writing new ones, even if I have to write them sentence by sentence.
I don’t believe poetry has to be perfect.
I believe poetry is the sound of becoming.
If you find a piece of yourself here — welcome.
This page is for anyone who is still in the process of making their own freedom.
it has been FOREVER since I’ve written pieces on here.
I wanted to share an old one I had written a few months back, it’s squid games related and absolutely SOOOO happy that hyung was apart of that.
This piece was inspired by a tiktoc I saw of Thanos, cttc of that video.
So here’s a sample piece of a AU version I’ve created,
Long live Thanos 💜
⚠️ POSSIBLE SPOILERS - you’v been warned ; read at your discretion.
warnings (death, swearing, thoughts of violence)
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𝘚𝘘𝘜𝘐𝘋 𝘎𝘈𝘔𝘌𝘚 𝘝𝘌𝘙𝘚𝘌
VERSE is not canon to the show, but has related actions and parts. Written for the mun’s enjoyment.
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𝘛𝘏𝘈𝘕𝘖𝘚
After the breakout of a fight that happened between the ‘X’s & ‘O’s . Thanos body laid limp with the rest of them, bodies being loaded up into the neatly bowed black boxes. But not his, one of the soldiers noticed he was still breathing, instead they would wheel him into the operating room, cleaning him up, and trying to save what life he managed to cling to.
“He’s not waking up, are you sure he’s even alive?”
“We will give it til the morning, if not we will put him with the rest of the bodies.”
The men spoke amongst one another, leaving thanos on the hard metal table. It would take a mere moment before his eyes slowly opened, not familiar with where he was. He didn’t move much, but he could at least make out the figure that stood before him, at the end of the table. Of course this figure wore a mask like the others, but it was different. The unfamiliar man would move to the edge of the table this time, brushing his cold fingers along Thanos arm, it was enough to send good bumps up his spine. He wasn’t able to speak, but this man was and it wasn’t from his lips but from one mind to another.
“ Don’t worry son, I’ll fix you. You aren’t dying today, as I see great plans for you in the near future. But for now, I’ll provide you with enough information for you to know what you need to. “
this individual was of no human kind, no. He, or it was different. Those cold rough fingertips pressed against his temple and in an instant everything went black.
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“Sir, player 230 has awoken, he’s alive.”
“Bring him in.”
Thanos would be getting dressed, a black suit. Not his normal taste, he’d be looking at the puncture wound from where he was stabbed, a mere scar. He didn’t quite understand how he was healed from such deadly wounds, or why that unfamiliar individual healed him. Something definitely felt different within. A tint of darkness flooded his veins from where he was originally stabbed. But again, he didn’t question it. His brows stitched together, how he wanted so badly to twist the head on OG COIN’s body, rip him apart from the inside out. He gripped the edging of the porcelain sink, cracking it beneath his hands, But his thoughts were interrupted.
“Sir, we are ready for you.”
For now that would have to wait, he would take a step forward. Stopping instantly, something felt different, within he felt. But there was no time to process that or even begin to process the man he met before in the operating room. The soldier would hold out a neatly tied bowed black box, opening it revealed a shiny golden mask.
“What the fuck is that.” He retorted, snorting slightly as the soldier made no effort at a response to his reaction. “Whatever man.” He picked it up, placing it over his face and followed behind the soldier to a much more bigger space. It looked like a pimp’s lounge. A few other men stood off to the side with the same masks, dressed in suits and others in a robe, sipping on what looked to be whiskey or bourbon.
“I’d like to welcome a new participant. A newly added V.I.P. …………..𝘛𝘏𝘈𝘕𝘖𝘚.”
“Aw COME ON, don’t act like you don’t get off on that just a smidge.” He held up his fingers, pressing them slightly together to demonstrate the small liking of his actions as of lately. Shrugging slightly before falling into the cushions of the couch. “So comfy, it’s like your couch eats me ya know.”
“You are a complete embarrassment you know?”
“Oh yeah sure here we go…”
“What if you were caught BEL?!”
Snapping his fingers. “Uh hello, demon. I’d snap their neck in her heart beat. Are we done with the trivia questions already? The answers are OBVIOUS.”
Rolling her eyes, her hands shifted from her knees through her hair before moving to cover mouth slightly. (Y/N) couldn’t believe it, Bel was truly a monster. A cold hearted thing that actually existed to torment her life. But it wasn’t like her life was anything sorts of special. That was until she met the demon, one who gave into her every deep dark desire. Their eyes connected in that moment, Bel not moving a muscle for a long moment.
“Okay, okay… maybe it’s not that bad. I mean you only just murdered a few people… that I didn’t like…what if someone suspects it was me? I could go to jail! I could be sentenced to death!” She rambled on her crazy thoughts that started to flood like a flood from a dam that was broken.
Bel moving quickly in his demonic speed, before she knew it he was towering over her. Hand pressed against her mouth, her eyes locking into his dark brown soulless ones. That eery smile forming on his lips as he moved to straddle her lap, hand moving off her mouth. Sharp nail dragging down her cheek and tracing around her jawline. “Thatta girl, now that you are done with your excessive need to vent out possibilities of your future….AH no talking, you are done, I’m talking now. Why is it that you hold no true confidence in me (Y/N)? Mhmm? I am a demon of my word sweetheart.” He leaned down against her ear this time. “Undermine me again, and I’ll have to make an example out of you next time. Would be a shame to have to slit that pretty little throat of yours.” Tongue gliding up the side of her neck before pushing off roughly.
To be quite frank, she was truly terrified of him. But in a way he was like her guardian angel. Except one that killed, tortured, and maimed the ones who dare to corrupt her peace. They weren’t in love or anything of that sorts. But they did share the benefits between each other, the sex was beyond what she had ever experienced, long talks about humanity, and what the world would be like if there was no god, no demons, no angels, just nothing but their existence. She couldn’t help but always wonder who Bel was before he was who he was now.
“Oh ; uh didn’t know you were, h-how are you?” He asked, stumbling slightly. He had just got done drinking an entire case of beer. Swearing he stopped after the second one, but after the long haul back to the bunker. Dean needed a little “me time” as sam liked to call it.
“Stop, let’s not act like we actually truly care about my well being. Save it, just coming to get the rest of my things.” She lied, part of her was hoping Dean was there. But another part was screaming for her to leave, get your shit and LEAVE. Her hues falling onto his drunken form. Letting a sigh leave her lips. “You’re drunk. What else is new. Alright let’s take it slow.” (Y/n) moved forward, snaking her arm around his waist and helping the older Winchester to his bedroom down the hall. The two not getting far, Dean tripping causing her to fall against the wall. His eyes following her with such a gaze.
“Damn it dean, how much did you drink, come on let’s get you to bed.” She tried to shuffle him backwards, but Dean didn’t budge. “Just, stop. Please let me just talk to you okay? I’m sorry. I…I didn’t mean what I said.. I was just.”
“You were just what Dean? Being an asshole? Not thinking? I, I don’t have time for this. Let me just help you…”
“NO damn it!” His hand shifted to the side of her cheek, the other hand against the wall next to her head. The two of them hadn’t talked in weeks since the fight between the pair. Sam being the one having to break it apart. Very vile things were said between the pair. Things that shouldn’t have been said but was. (Y/n) eyes locked onto those forest green ones, always unable to look away once she was in that trance. She coulda swore this man had the power to pull anyone into, I mean. Look at those soft eyes, the way his jawline was perfectly shaped, and those lips… chapped and shouting to be moistened by the gloss of her own lips. For a moment they stood there, not enough space for even Jesus to interject if he wanted.
Kiss me, do it Dean. She kept repeating over and over in her head. Her chest rising slowly as her hand glided down the side of his arm. “Dean…. You’re drunk, let’s not do this tonight.” She spoked . Dean still holding that gaze, as if he was studying a lore book. His hand caressing the flesh of her cheek, the pad of his thumb moving to brush over that glossed bottom lip.
“Baby, please. Give me another chance.”
“Dean, don’t do this..”
“Do what?”
“You know what…”
“I haven’t done anything….yet…”
Just like that, her heart was in her stomach. Her breathing only increasing. He leaned in what felt like in slow motion before he captured those glossed lips, her eyes closing instantly. Feeling his tongue give between those lips. The taste of that bitterness of the beer he had drank prior. Her hand moved to press against his chest, shoving slightly. Clearing her throat and turning her head. “I…I’m sorry Dean but I can’t…” She spoke in almost a whisper. Dean finally relaxing his muscles and letting his arms fall to his sides allowing her that space as he nodded. “No, you’re right I shouldn’t have done that.”
Moments later, once they reached his bedroom. Helping him down onto the bed. His back falling against the sheets. Before she could release him, his hand grabbing to her own fast and pulling her back in. This caused her to plummet onto him. Rolling her eyes before Dean took that moment to roll them over. She was on now on her back as she snorted slightly. “Dean come on now, you said you wouldn’t do thi-“ she was hushed instantly with his finger against her lips. She knew what this meant. But she knew it wasn’t a good idea….
summary — after maeve was ruthlessly outed by homelander vought had the bright idea to make one of the first sapphic superhero couple. that’s where you come in, and since you’ve been out vought has used you for profit so it’s not much of a surprise, what surprises you is the feelings that grow between you and maeve.
warnings — smut, oral (r receiving ), scissoring, some, bits of angst, fluff, and vought and Homelander just being really annoying
word count — 6,240 words
authors note — im so excited for this I’ve been wanting to write for her since I first started watching and finally I got to its. anyways I hope you enjoy this and happy reading. gif credits. also got some inspiration from @venus-haze fic kick it out so if you hadn’t read that please of because it’s amazing!
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“Are you fucking crazy,” Maeve snapped as she stood in front of Ashley with her arms across her chest. Her face hardened as soon as Ashley said those stupid words. Maeve could feel the blood inside her start to boil and she had to refuse to punch her in the face.
“I’m sorry this is just what The Seven needs their first lesbian-,” Ashley began to say.
“Bisexual,” Maeve interrupted with a glare in her eyes.
“Bisexual superhero in The Seven and in a relationship with another woman. The world will love this, it will bring a whole new meaning to girl power,” Ashley ranted as her face was filled with excitement.
“I’m sorry I’ve done this shit already with Homelander why would I want to do this again,” Maeve questioned as the word ‘Homelander’ came out her mouth, er stomach was burning with vile and chest filled of vitriol towards the man who thinks he’s the best thing to ever be conceived.
“This will be different, this girl isn’t like Homelander, she’s actually not murderous and she won’t cause as much drama as him,” Ashley defended the idea she came up with.
Maeve sighed as she stood in Ashley's office, she didn’t know what to do, she hasn’t been with a girl since Elena, and yeah she’s had lots of sex with guys but girls are different. She had such a strong bond with Elena and she didn’t know if she could do it over again with this girl Ashley was talking about.
Not to mention that Homelander is a jealous prick even though Maeve and him aren’t together, he’ll cause her life a living hell and this girl as well. Maeve didn’t know if she could bring this random superhero into this already heated up drama.
“You know what Homelander is like,” Maeve muttered knowing that he could be listening at any moment and barge through the door. “You know what he might do to this girl and you want to bring her into this,” She questions.
“Trust me he won’t do anything,” Ashley reassured Maeve. “And plus I think this girl can handle her own,” She says.
“Who is the girl anyway,” Maeve asked, as she was piqued with curiosity. There weren’t many openly gay superheroes and she doesn’t have enough willpower to recognize all of them or she just wasn’t interested.
“Oh it’s The Traveler,” Ashley whispered and Maeve nodded. She’s heard of you, of course, you were one of the few lesbian superpowers. She knows that you can travel between time and make portals to travel place to place.
Suddenly there was a knock on the door and Maeve's head snapped towards the direction and Ashley said, “Come in,” and you came through the door.
You walked through the door and Maeve couldn’t deny that you were a beautiful woman. You were dressed in your superhero costume, a black skirt and a black leotard for a top and leather jacket to cover it. There were purple gems glittering all over your outfit and the end of the outfit was topped with some black boots.
“Can you hurry up Ashley I don’t have all fucking day,” You snap as come to walk next to Maeve without even giving her a glance.
“I know you probably heard that Queen Maeve here is now part of the LGBTQ+ community and we wanted to make something good out of it,” Ashley told you and you rolled your eyes.
You had great sympathy for Maeve as she was outed on public’s television at the hands of Homelander and if you were in her position you would have never worked with a man as vile as he is. But you understood that getting out of the Seven and getting out of Homelanders sight is a hard thing to do.
Plus she wasn’t hard on the eyes.
“You mean you want to capitalize on her sexuality,” You say, letting your arms fall to your sides. It wasn’t surprising since it was what they do to you all the time. Having you do commercials for Vought as one of the lesbian superheroes. It was especially hard during pride month where they used you for monetary gain, having you speak at conventions and on talk shows about how you were so proud of your sexuailtiy and you were but you hated how they took advantage of you. But hey at least they pay you graciously.
Maeve looked at you covering her surprised face with her usual hard shell. You were right, they were just going to use her and bleed her dry until she was just a shell of her old self, as if she wasn’t already.
“You know that’s what I mean,” Ashley defended herself and you let out a huff when she said those words.
“Do we even have a choice,” Maeve questioned and you nodded alongside her. You were curious if you could even say no to Vought.
“Yes of course you do,” Ashley says.
“I guess I‘ll do it,” You muttered looking at the ground at your boot-covered feet.
“Maeve,” Ashley questioned, her tone dropped to a more serious tone.
“Whatever,” Maeve responded in her bitter tone and you understood it all too well. You were just like her when you came out and Vought used you, and plus she was a part of the Seven, she’d be more valuable and by proxy more profitable.
“Then it’s settled we’ll have the both of you post something to your social media about how you two were in a secret relationship and decided to be out as a couple in the public,” Ashely says, her eyes back on the iPad she had and her tone more happier.
Maeve rolled her eyes at the ‘decided to be out as a couple in the public’. Homelander outed her on fucking live television there was option as coming out but she swallowed her words as she always did with Vought. She didn’t like it but it was something she was used to and something she was starting to hate more and more.
You on the other hand were looking at her with sympathy, being outed sucks and you knew this. When you were younger your friends decided to out you as lesbian so you understood to an extent. She was outed on live television where most people watched and now everyone knew.
Letting out a sigh you look at the ceiling getting ready for the shit storm Vought was about to do and how they were going to get money out of it.
It’s been a few weeks since the ‘relationship’ between you and Maeve went public and least to say people loved it. Not the conservatives and the bigots who thought that the LGBTQ commiunity is infecting the youth. But you and Maeve were the number one trending Supe ship.
After the social media post went up the two of you went on talk shows and talked about how you were excited to finally be out and proud.
Obviously not meaning any of the words either of you said. It was just Vought scripts that were as lifeless as a corpse. Nor you or Maeve didn’t believe any of the shit Vought told you to say because you two weren’t in love. At least not yet.
The two of you got along well and you could tell that Maeve was closed off to you and you weren’t mad, you were closed off as well. But when you two did speak it was only for a few moments and it tended to be more awkward than anything, but you had a mutual respect for each other and that was all that you needed.
Maeve on the other hand didn’t want to get you hurt, you seemed like a nice person and you didn’t deserve the wrath that Homelander held, her on the other she felt like she deserved. You didn’t. So if she kept her distance with you unless the two of you were expected to show up somewhere or public dates the two of you go on.
To be completely honest Maeve was starting to like you, you were cute, you made jokes that made her stifle a laugh and that was more of a reason to distance herself. She couldn't get you involved her fucked up mess. She didn’t know if you liked her but you liked her enough to make small talk and to seek her out and ask her about her day. Even if you didn't, she needed to do what was right.
She couldn’t do that to you even though she was finding herself more and more into it, the more she found out the more she was interested. The more she was in this ‘relationship’ was way more comforting than the one she had with Homelander and deep down she was loving every second she had with you. But she would get a happy ending with you or with anyone.
The two of you enter an elevator after a long day of work, going out and stopping criminals and least to say the both of you were tired.
“God this day was really tiring,” You mutter leaning against the wall of the elevator.
“You can say that twice,” Maeve muttered, crossing her arms across her chest looking down at the elevator floor.
“Is it getting any better,” You blurted out the question that you've been wanting to ask her but didn’t want to be too intrusive.
“Is what getting any better,” Maeve questions even though she knew what you were talking about.
“Believe it or not I know how you feel with the whole outing situation but I can’t imagine what you’re going through, especially since Homelander did that to you. But all I know is after I was outed it took me a while to get comfortable in my own skin,” You say and Maeve does her best not to react to his name being brought up. She sure as hell knows that he’s probably listening so she’s going to have to be herself.
“Things are….. better,” Maeve says with uncertainty in her tone and you gave her a look of pity knowing that she was lying.
She had her walls built up higher than you can ever imagine and you wanted to help her break those walls down, so that she could look at herself and see what you see. A beautiful strong woman. You felt your heart start to race as it usually did when you were alone with her.
“Hey,” You say, approaching her and putting your hand on her upper arm and she tenses as you do so but she’s not willing to admit that your touch caused some sparks to go up her spine. “Just so you know if you need anything from me, or just to talk I’m always here for you, just because Vought is making us do this doesn’t mean I don’t care and talking about it really does help. So just remember that, any time of the day you need something, don't be afraid to knock on my door,” You say with a soft tone that almost made her melt, that almost made her just say screw it and kiss you but she held back.
“Thanks, right back at you,” Maeve says and you give her a soft smile before removing your hand.
“I’m gonna need to take something before I go and see Ashely because she is getting on my fucking nerves,” You say to break the tension.
“Trust me you’re gonna need a lot more of anything you have,” Maeve snorts and you let out a small giggle.
“I know and I’m hoping that she’s either too tired to talk too much or just is gone at her home because I can’t wait to go home and finally get some rest,” You say, resting your head against the hard wall.
“Or maybe she’s just getting fucked and even then she might be even grouchier,” Maeve blurts out.
“Maybe, just maybe she finds the love of her life and decides to just quit but hey dreamers can dream,” You shrug your shoulders with a slight eye roll.
“Cheers to that,” Maeve gives you a nod.
The elevator finally reaches level 99 and the two of you walk out and prepare to go your separate ways, no matter how much the two of you want to stay and talk the night away.
“See you tomorrow,” You give her a wave before heading to Ashley's office, getting ready for everything she has to say to you.
“Bye,” Maeve gives you an awkward wave as you turn around and she curses herself and shakes her head.
God she was so awkward with this, with someone she actually liked, not guys she brought up her to just fuck and to get her mind off everything. You were different and she was using all of herself to not just say screw it and try it with you. Because he would always be there and taunting her.
“See you two are getting along,” Homelander says walking up to stand next to Maeve.
Speak of the fucking devil.
“What do you want,” Maeve questioned, her hands turning into fists beside her. She did not want to deal with him right now, she didn’t want to deal with his condescending tone and him just bothering her when she didn’t want it.
“What I can’t see if my teammate is doing well in her relationship,” Homelander says feigning hurt and Maeve rolled her eyes at that. He didn’t feel hurt, he was just upset that he didn’t have her anymore.
“Why the fuck do you care, you and I both know that you’re not hurt by that, you were the who practically had it happen,” Maeve commented, telling the truth. If he didn’t out her, she wouldn’t be in this relationship with you, hell she might not even know who the fuck you are.
“That is true but is it so hard to believe that I hope you two are happy, that you guys happen to be just like the two of us. Starting out fake and ending up in a real relationship,” Homelander says putting his hands behind his back and Maeve had to bite her tongue so she wouldn’t tell him how much she fucking despised him.
“Just leave her the fuck alone please,” Maeve says her tone with an underlining of fear. Fear for you.
“Why would you think I want to hurt her? If anything I might thank her for making you happy, and who knows we all might be friends in the end if things work out right,” Homelander calmly says and Maeve could hear the subtle threat. Even if he wasn’t outright threatening you, she knew something would happen to you if she didn’t do something to protect you. Staying away was out of the question. She needed to make sure you were okay.
“Plus, you seem really comfortable with her, especially with that talk you guys just had,” Homelander says with a grin. Maeve could swear she felt her heart stop but she kept a straight face. “Hopefully she knows what she's in for when she signed up for this, literally,” He chuckles.
“Whatever, can you please just leave me alone,” Maeve snapped and Homelander gave her a shocked and surprised look.
“You know you might want to keep your eye on her, I mean who knows what could happen to her, especially at night,” Homelander says with a cryptic tone as his shoulders tense before he leaves.
Once Maeve made it to her penthouse she finally let out a breath of air that she’s been holding. She knew that he wouldn’t out right kill you right now, so she had some time to get a game plan. She had to protect you. No matter what it took.
Taking a swig of her whiskey she took a seat on her couch as her shoulders slouched with tiredness and stress. Besides everything she couldn’t wait to see you, no matter when.
It’s been a few days since that day in the elevator, but you don’t know what’s changed in Maeve. She’s been more into talking to you and you can’t say you’re upset. She’s been more of a comfort, and you loved that.
But she’s been flirting with you at least more outwardly.
You can’t lie when you say that you've been loving it. Ever since this relationship started a few weeks ago you’ve been trying to talk to her and now she’s actually talking to you. Whatever changed in her you loved it.
She’s also been very sad whenever you have to leave, whether it was to go to work somewhere else or go home. She always looked a bit upset and you didn’t know why, it couldn’t be she’d miss your presence. At least you didn’t think so.
But you've always reassured her that you’d be back whether it's the next day or a few hours from then. She seemed to like the reassurance you gave her and you’ve been using that so she doesn’t get so sad, upset, or hurt when you leave. It sometimes left you up at night wondering if she was just lonely or she acutely did like you.
On the other side of the fence Maeve has been keeping her eye on you after Homelander not so subtly threatened you. And she’d be lying if she said she didn’t enjoy flirting with you. Even though it’s been a while since she has flirted, you seemed to enjoy whatever line she threw your way based on the shy smile you’d give her, or the tiny laugh.
Even though she enjoyed flirting, she’s been getting more and more clingy due to Homelanders eye now being on you. Asking you if you were going to be okay, or when you’re going to be back and you’ve always reassured her that you would be back and you were fine.
It helped but it didn’t help the thought that you may be dead the next day and when you walked in the room with your signature smile she felt herself relax. What usually helped her get through the night is alcohol but she hated drinking that shit even though it helped her clear her head.
On this particular night, Maeve sat down on her couch trying to just watch tv but her thoughts kept coming back to you. If you were okay and if you were, what were you doing? It was only 11 at night so you wouldn’t be doing much and she hasn’t had any alcohol today. So nothing stopped her when she stripped herself out of her costume and into some jeans and a flannel t-shirt.
Looking in the mirror she cringed a little, it’s been a while since she’s been in casual clothes.
Putting her hair into a ponytail and then she shook it out trying to figure out what to do with it. She decided to just leave it down and put some sunglasses on to make sure no one recognized it was her, people were probably already asleep or in their homes so hopefully they didn’t recognize her.
Walking out of the Vought tower she looked around to make sure no one knew her or even worse, if Homelander was following her. He’s been in and out of it recently so she hoped he set his eyes on something else.
She walked in the direction of the Vought owned apartment building where you lived. You told her where you lived, if she needed to see you or if she just wanted to talk.
In this particular moment she just needed some comfort, whether it be talking or just being in the same room as you. Anything would do, if she were there, she would be able to make sure to keep you safe. At least try.
Standing in front of the door she raised her hesitantly and stopped trying to control her racing heart, but she took a deep breath as she knocked on the door and took a step back waiting for you to answer it and took her sunglasses off as well.
No going back now.
At first she was worried that you weren’t there, or worse that you were just dead because you weren’t answering the door but she felt her shoulders drop as soon as she heard you walking to the door.
Once you opened you were surprised to see Maeve standing there, especially in casual clothes since you’ve never seen her in anything else. But you saw her give you an awkward smile and you licked your lips before deciding to say something.
“Maeve what’s wrong,” You question, clearing your throat moving out of the way so she could come into the apartment. Luckily you were still awake because you were about to go to sleep, she probably knew due to you wearing sleeping shorts and an oversized t-shirt.
“Sorry I didn’t mean to wake you, I just wanted to come over since you always said I could if I needed to,” Maeve awkwardly rambled as she entered the room and you closed the door behind her.
“Don’t worry I wasn’t asleep yet, I was about to but you got here just in time,” You reassured her standing in front of her.
“I just needed to talk to you, or to just be here next to you,” She says while shaking her head as she feels her body finally relax. You were safe.
“Oh well, I’m glad you did, I did say you were welcome here anytime,” You give her a cheeky smile making your way into the kitchen. “Want some water, or any other beverage,” You questioned.
“Water is okay,” Maeve answers, scratching the back of her head as she makes her way to sit on your couch. Your apartment was very homey, nothing like the lifelessness of her penthouse back at the tower. This place made her feel safe, like she could just live here with you.
“Okay here you go,” You say, giving her the glass of water before sitting down on the couch next to her leaning against the cushion and facing your body so that you were looking at her. “Since you are here, do you want to talk about whatever is bothering you or do you want to just watch tv, that’d be fine as well,” You question not wanting to feel too pushy.
“Let’s just talk,” Maeve softly replies before turning her body to look at you as well. It was pretty dark but not dark enough to see that Maeve looked really happy and that made you feel good.
“What do you suggest,” You ask, contorting your body so that one leg was under you.
“Uh what do you do besides being a superhero that works with Vought, or is this your full time job like me,” She asks.
“Well I do like to volunteer on my own time, without any cameras to talk to kids in children's hospitals, I just feel like Vought would just use that to monetize it so I just kept it to my spare time,” You answer looking down at your lap.
“Wow, so you're just a real superhero,” Maeve says, looking at you with adoration. She always wanted to be a hero and when she started, she felt like it, she really wanted to help people but Vought ruined it like they always do and soon she was just another person they could get money from.
“Well so are you, I mean you’re Queen Maeve for fucking sake, you make a difference even if you weren’t out in the front line,” You chuckle.
“I don’t think I do,” Maeve answers with a tiny cringe. She wishes that she was everything you said about her but she wasn’t and that just made her heart almost stop.
“Come on, you’re an inspiration to little girls all around the world and now you’re probably helping a lot of kids come to terms with their sexuality and trust me I wish I had someone like you to look up to when I was growing up,” You say, your tone full of happiness.
“I don’t see it,” Maeve laughs, taking a swig of her water.
“I wish you could see what I see when I look at you,” You muse looking at her with such warmth that would make her feel like the only person in the world. You put your hand on her arm giving a smile caress.
“Vought just fucking sucks,” Maeve remarked and you give her small nod.
“That is true, I mean I’m only doing it for the money now,” You say with contempt. “It’s just another greedy corporation that doesn’t care about anything they say it does.”
“It just feels like I’m projecting this persona and no one knows the real me, with all the fucking scripts and talk show interviews, its just fucking tiring,” Maeve sighs, resting one of her hands on your knee just taking in the comfort you’re offering her. “It’s just one thing after another they want you to do and it’s never enough.”
“That’s true nothing will ever be enough for fucking greedy companies like Vought, but you knows what helps me,” You say leaning in a bit.
“What,” Maeve questions, using her thumb to rub figure eights on your knee as she unconsciously starts to move it a little higher.
“Knowing that someone out there, no matter who they are, and they need inspiration and we can give them that, even if it’s just to stand up to their fucking boss or kick a guy in his balls if he can’t take fucking no for an answer. People who just look up to us and know that we make that difference, I know it sounds kind of stupid but it really does help me sleep better at night,” You say knowing the stories your fans have told you, about how much you helped them.
Meanwhile Maeves had started to give your leg some goosebumps. You were already a bit hot and bothered due to her just being her and now she was teasing you.
“That makes sense, I just wish I could look through those lenses,” Maeve lets out a tiny giggle.
“I hoped that helped you though, because I totally see where you’re coming from,” You say with a bit of worry.
“Don’t worry you totally helped me, you just being here and listening to me helped me,” Maeve reassured you, giving her hand a squeeze on your thigh, she moved a bit closer to you as you felt your heart start to race a bit. “Can I uh try something,” She asked with a laugh.
“Of course, anything,” You say with a swallow.
Maeve leaned in closer til she pressed her lips to yours and you put your hand on her cheek and moved your lips along hers. It’s been a while since you’ve even liked someone so kissing someone felt like eons ago.
But it felt good kissing her and her hand lightly caressing your thigh as she kissed you hard and slipped her tongue in your mouth after you lost the battle of dominance. You moaned into her mouth as she started to trail kisses down your neck and started to suck a bruise on your clavicle.
You moaned as you felt yourself get wetter and wetter by the second and the only sound you could hear in the apartment was her heavy breathing and your moans.
“Where’s your room,” Maeve muttered the question as she started to trail kisses up your neck and right below your ear and started to make another hickey right there.
“Uh,” You began to say but moaned when she found your sweet spot on your neck. “It’s straight down the hall,” You say as you clear your throat.
Maeve then surprised you with your strength (which you shouldn’t be really surprised) and picked you up so your legs were wrapped around her waist as the two of you kept kissing as she made her way to your room. Her hand was on your ass and started to gently squeeze, making you moan into her mouth again.
She finally got your door open and walked to your bed and gently put you on the bed but not leaving you alone for a while as she made her way on top of you and started to kiss you again.
Your hands found their way into her long red hair as she ran her hands up and down your thighs which made you sigh into her mouth as her tongue started to explore what felt like every inch of your mouth. You started to grind up into her hips trying to get some friction you most desperately needed even though you were still in the confines of your shorts.
Making her way down your neck she started to pepper kisses along your chest and got frustrated when your shirt got in the way. She moved her hands to the hem of your shirt and you leaned up a little so she could pull it off you. She gave your chest a look of adoration before she started to trail kisses and started to leave hickeys along your chest.
You were letting out little whines and whimpers due to the fact that you felt like your pussy was getting more and more wet each time she kissed your body.
Her mouth finally made its way to your nipple and wrapped her plump lips around the tiny bud that was already hard due to it being a bit chilly. You moaned and arched your back a bit when she began to suck your nipple and you started to grind harder and harder against her own hips.
Moving away Maeve unbuttoned her own shirt and threw it to the side to where your shirt laid. You didn’t even have a little time to stare at her chest before she started to kiss down your stomach and around your belly button and started to toy with the strings of your shorts.
“Please,” You moaned as her hands moved down to your upper thighs and squeezed a bit harder but it definitely didn’t hurt you.
“Please what,” Maeve said with a cheeky tone that almost made you explode into pieces.
“Just touch me please,” You begged, jutting your hips up trying to get more friction on your pussy as you felt yourself get more and more wet if that was even possible.
Her hands made their way to your hips and pressed them down to the bed so you couldn’t move your hips and you let out a whine at that. You felt like you were about to burst into pieces.
“Just relax and have some patience sweetheart,” Maeve said with a sultry tone that made you whimper.
You nodded and decided to relax against the pillow which made Maeve give you a little smile. She moved back to your lower stomach and returned to kissing your body and you closed your eyes and let out tiny moans whenever she decided to give you a little nip.
Once she decided she was done with teasing you which felt like an eternity, she pulled down the shorts and let out a little laugh when she saw that you weren’t wearing any panties. While you moaned as the cool air came into contact with your wet pussy.
“God you are so fucking hot,” Maeve cursed as she moved down little and started to tease your inner thighs and decided to resume her kissing as she slowly made her way up.
You moaned as she sucked another hickey right above your aching clit that was throbbing. Her hands were still on your hips so that you could grind your hips up and that level of strength she held made your insides heat up. She chuckled against your skin as she felt you try to but she didn’t let up.
Once she did decide to take mercy upon you and press a gentle kiss to your kiss, you let out a tiny moan due to the sensitivity. She dragged her tongue along your wet folds, that made you moan and squeeze the blanket that you were laying on and your hand turned into fist.
Her tongue started doing wonders as she ran it up and down your folds multiple times and went up to your clit and your hips stuttered a bit when she wrapped her lips around your clit and started to softly suck on the soft nub.
“Maeve,” You moaned louder this time, that your neighbors might hear you.
Meanwhile Maeve had her thoughts clear of Homelander once you started moaning and she already adored the way she could make you melt with a couple kisses and touches.
Due to her teasing you, you could already feel your organsm rising and you would feel a bit embarrassed but Maeve seemed to know and started to suck harder and her mouth left your clit once which made you whine a bit but was quickly reassured when she ran her tongue up your folds and sucked your clit harder this time. She ran her tongue all around the little nub that she could feel throbbing.
“Maeve, I’m about too-,” You say your voice a little high pitched.
Maeve gave your hips a squeeze and nodded her head in reassurance without removing her lips from the tender muscle. So you just let your body do your thing and you let out strings of moans and yelps as Maeve started to suck faster and harder and with another single suck you let out a loud moan as you came all over her tongue.
Even though you felt like you blacked out, you could feel Maeve dip her tongue into your folds, deciding to clean up your release and moaning at the taste of you. You winced at the overstimulation and put your hand on her arm tugging her back up and luckily she did.
You could taste yourself on her mouth as she started to kiss you again and your hands started to move to her hips wanting to return the favor.
“Come on, take your pants off and let me help you,” You mutter against her lips, which makes her moan into your mouth. She nodded against your lips.
Once she got her pants and panties off and she returned to kissing you, your hands made their way to her hips again and started to move around to her thighs. But deciding that she still wanted to be in control she moved her hands to yours and put them to the sides and gave them a squeeze which made you moan into her mouth.
“I just want to help you like you helped me,” You whimper against her lips.
“I know but just trust me with this,” Maeve muttered moving her lips from yours.
The next thing you knew you felt her grinding her pussy on top of yours and her clit dragging across yours. You moaned but that was quieted once she decided to stick her tongue down your throat again.
You weren’t complaining.
Her grinding didn’t stop or show any hesitance as she felt her own release start to rise. Her clit throbbed against yours as she felt the knot in her stomach start to tighten even more. And due to the fact that she’s been wet ever since she kissed you it didn’t even take one more thrust before she came against your pussy with a strained moan of your name.
You smiled against her lips and kissed her neck and shoulder as she came down from her own release.
Once she felt legs stop shaking Maeve pulled the blankets over both of your nude bodies and wrapped her arms around and rested her head in the crook of your neck, inhaling your sweet scent.
“Feel better,” You quested drawing random things on the arm that was wrapped around your waist. You felt her chuckle against your neck and pepper a few kisses below your ear.
“Feel amazing,” Maeve whispered in your ear which made you let out an airy giggle.
“Well I’m glad I could help,” You laugh as you put your hand on top of hers.
“You definitely did more than help,” Maeve says as her eyes look over your nude form. Even though she couldn’t see much she saw something that made her let out a giggle.
“What are you laughing at,” You smile, twisting your body a bit so you could get a better look at her. But you had to admit a smile looked amazing on her.
“I just wanted to apologize,” Maeve says between little laughs.
“For what and you don’t seem sorry for whatever it is,” You laugh along with her.
“I just wanted to say sorry for the bruises,” Maeve sheepishly says and you look down to your hips and you could feel yourself already get more wet by looking at them.
“No need to say sorry, It’s kinda hot,” You say with a smirk.
“You dirty dog,” Maeve laughs, resting her head on the pillow.
“Says you,” You laugh and for what feels like ages you finally feel happy.
Hiiii moots. It’s been way too long since this one has posted a writing thread for you lovely beans.
Going to post a voting on what you want more of though. Hopefully 🤞🏽 I’ll have it posted by the end of this week.
Tension between (?) and Reader
Reader has moved on, but after running into an old lover things are becoming a lot harder with things being left undone.
| ・゜゜・．A reader requested part two of my previous writing, which gets heavy but is short-lived. Included a link to part one if you have not read it yet.
| pairings; dean x reader
| warnings; aggression, touch, kissing
𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝒐𝒏𝒆 : 𝑫𝒐 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆𝒕?
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𝑷𝑨𝑹𝑻 𝑻𝑾𝑶
“How’s that no beer for a week going for you?”
“How’s the no vaping for a week going?” he asked sarcastically,
She leaned down from behind the couch and hummed in satisfaction with the liquid she had just swigged down, brushing slightly against his ear. “Mighty dandy d-e-a-n-o,” she whispered. Dean raised a brow not peeling those green hues from the laptop screen. “Mhm.” he simply responded.
Rolling her eyes, her attention turned to the screen of his laptop. “What’s that?” raising her finger to point at the screen.
“Nothing of your concern.” He spoke in a brief tone of voice.
“Oh, come on, if you’re planning to go on a hunt, I want in.”
Closing the laptop, he turned his head slightly to now face her which was still close approximately to one another. His eyes scanned over her hues then her lips as he whispered. “Why are you bothering me?”
“I’m not, I just—I figured you’d like some company.” She focused in on those green hues, and couldn’t help but look over his own lips that were only a few inches away from her own.
“Well, you thought wrong sweetheart.” He would brush off, sitting up as he placed the laptop on the coffee table in front of him before standing to his feet. She would stand straight back up, folding her arms over her chest.
“Don’t do that.”
“Do what? I didn’t say anything.”
“No, don’t go pouting now. You know what you’re doing, I’m not Sam.”
Rolling her eyes again, okay maybe she was slightly pouting. She was BORED. “Come on Dean, it's one hunt.”
Dean wouldn’t respond as he brushed her off again, heading down the hall. But she was persistent in following behind him until they were now both standing in his room. She leaned against the entrance of the door.
“Answer is still no (Y/N)...”
She didn’t budge. “But you haven’t given me a good reason why. Dean. God damn it, tell me.” she finally walked fully inside of his room. Moving to place a hand on his arm but was taken by surprise when he spun around gripping her wrist tightly into his hand. She took a harsh gulp; she could see the seriousness behind his eyes.
“I said NO damn it!” he said in a much more aggressive tone of voice. She yanked her arm away from his grasp. She didn’t say anything at first but again she was persistent. “Then TELL ME WHY NOT!?”
“BECAUSE it’s not a life you want to be a part of, OKAY? Do you think I like hunting monsters? Risking my life? My brother’s life? It’s not a damn game.” He was now turned to fully face her, his eyes not leaving her own. The distance between them was closing, both furious, unhinged maybe.
He would grab her by the throat pulling her against his body, his lips smashing against her own roughly. The taste of her tongue mingled with his own. Dean moved to shove her roughly against the wall, his hands moving down her body and back up, his lips venturing down from her lips to her neck. Marking her up her breathing was intense for a moment. Those large hands of his made their way to tangle into her hair.
“Dean? (Y/N)?”Sam’s voice called out to them.
(Y/N) would press her hand against his chest. Dean stopped his lips from capturing another taste of her. He pushed off the wall, as he returned to throwing the rest of his things into his duffle bag.
Clearing her throat, she ran a hand through the now tangled mess of her hair. “Y-yeah in here Sam.” she took one last glimpse of Dean, unable to recall what had just taken place.
Sam walking towards the doorway of his brother’s room, (Y/N) stepped outside before he could get to it. “Oh uh, I uh was just—”
“It’s fine Sam, I was just leaving.” she interrupted him before he could finish the rest of that awkward sentence. Moving to walk past him, she couldn’t resist but brush a few fingers across her lips.
Sam watched her walk past him as he turned to raise a brow towards Dean. Dean zipped up the duffle as he turned around to his brother in a confused yet ‘Do I want to know what just happened’ kind of expression.
“Did I just interrupt umm something?”
“let’s just get going.” Dean quickly replied, tossing the duffle bag over his shoulder.
| ・゜゜・．request received, here you go babes, hope you enjoy. All mistakes are my fault, my breaker box has been humming and lights flickering so it's been freaking me out, apologies in advance if there are any mistakes love.
| pairings; Lucifer x reader
| warnings; aggression, pet names, sexual affection, foreplay, smut smutty smut.
੭ ׅׅׅׅׅׅׅׅ ✿ ׄ ͡꒱ . .
𝒇𝗈r eternity I 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 be by 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 side.
♡ @/ cred: chaemingly]
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“Truth or Dare.”
“What are we twelve?”
“Just play the damn game.”
Lucifer scoffs, “My Dad, fine, ... truth.”
“Seriously? Truth?”
“WHAT! You wanted me to play, so I’m playing, aren’t I?”
“Fair enough, Is it true you’re a virgin?”
Lucifer gives her the side eye of annoyance “I’m not playing this anymore.”
“NO! Answer it, I’m curious.”
“No... I’m not a damn virgin...”
(Y/N) chuckles, taking a swig from the beer bottle.
“Truth or Dare”
She straightens up in her seat this time. “Dare.”
“Mhm, I dare you to finish that beer and give me a lap dance.” He wasn’t serious, but he didn’t think she do it either. Giving Lucifer the side eye this time. She would bring the rim of her beer to her lips, chugging the rest of the liquid swiftly down. Her dark hues would slither over to him as her body did the same, moving her hips in motion as she turned to face her back against him. She grinded herself in the man’s lap, showing off her confidence. Lucifer kept an amazed expression, his tongue sliding across his bottom lip. His hands reached out to rest on her waist before feeling (Y/N) pop them slightly. “No touching, unless I allow you to.”
She would stand up again, turning around to face him this time, straddling his lap. “Truth or Dare,” she spoke in a soft tone of voice.
“Dare.”
“I dare you to kiss me...” she knew she was being bold. But it was obvious that she had a thing for him. Lucifer didn’t have any protest, he moved his hand just below her chin, pulling her in as he brushed his lips against her own. Soft, gentle, not what she was expecting. But then she felt pressure around her throat. His other hand had slithered up and grasped right around without her noticing. Must have been so lost in the fact that he was kissing her, she was deepening the kiss. Feeling his tongue force its way inside of her mouth. Allowing him access as she exchanged her own taste with his. Pressing her hand against his chest to part slightly, as she turned her face away. “I—that was uh nice.”
“Pft, nice? Really? Could be a lot better...” he would lean up against her. His eyes were hungry as he looked over her body. His hand moving slightly up her thigh.” Lucifer, we shouldn’t.”
“Your mind says something else,” he smirked. Damn, she totally forgot he was an archangel. He was capable of anything, chewing on her bottom lip. Here she was supposed to be ‘babysitting’ him but ended up on his lap. The squeeze against her thigh didn’t go unnoticed. “Truth or Dare.”
“Lucifer, I think we are past playing this game.”
“Oh, come on, truth or dare.”
“Fuck...fine. Dare...” she spoke softly.
“I dare you to let me fuck you, however I want to.”
Her eyes would go wide without realizing it, choking slightly. She felt his hand creep further up her thigh, moving up and under her blouse slowly. ‘You only live once or twice’ she thought to herself. Her hands fell just slowly to her sides as she reached underneath the seam of her blouse, slithering it up and over her head. She leaned in slightly past his face and whispered against his ear. “Why are you just sitting there then, have me.” her tongue flicking his earlobe. Within seconds she felt the force of his hands grip her waist pulling her around him as he stood to his feet, her ass hitting against the wooden table harshly.
“I have one rule, you don’t cum for me unless I allow you to,” he spoke in a demanding tone of voice. It sent chills up her spine. Hearing his fingers snapping, her jeans were gone. She took a slight gulp, as she felt him wrap his large hands around her legs, spreading them. His lips ventured up her legs, to her inner thighs. She couldn’t help but let a breathy moan escape her lips. Lucifer was attentive to what he wanted; she was just what he ate for dinner. His tongue swirls against her flesh, leaving his mark along the way. By the next day, she was certain she would have battle scars left from that night.
When he got closer and closer to her more sensitive area, she would feel her toes crinkle. His lips moved to kiss against the barrier that kept him from his target. Kissing harshly against the soaked lace, he would send shutters of vibrations, a stimulation she felt in every nerve of her body. It caused her to slightly arch her back in reaction. His tongue pushed aside the barrier, wrapping his arms comfortably around her legs and pulling her close against his face. His tongue took a deep dive into the ocean as if he was trying to get lost at sea inside of HER.
(Y/N) would reach up, her fingers grabbing ahold of those dirty blonde strands. It caused him to growl, as he moved to slide two fingers inside of her. Pumping them as his tongue delved deeper, moving in and out, swirling it over her bean, (Y/N) would jump slightly, her whimpering moans would grow as she tried so hard to hold back from exploding, when he felt she was about to, his nails digging into her thighs. His goal was to get her on edge and make her feel out of control because he enjoyed being in control.
“Fuck, Luci—I’m gonna... oh fuck.” she cried out. “You better fucking not.” He growled, his tongue moving faster over her clit, as his fingers drove deeper inside of her. Of course, he had to torture her. Lucifer would unlatch his lips. Standing to a point he was now hovering over her. He reached down to grip her by the throat as he smashed his lips against her own. Giving her a taste of herself. “Now be a good girl and take off your clothes.”
She was left in a sprawl, trying to regroup herself from almost giving in to her orgasm. Reaching slightly behind herself she unlatched her bra, one of her hands moving to brace her breasts, as she slowly slid off the table to slide her other hand and remove her now drenched underwear off. Lucifer would be eyeing her, as she blinked a few times nervously before watching him slowly approach her again. His hand moved to curl back under her chin, lifting it up. “Don’t hide away from me now.” He spoke before leaning down to capture the taste of her lips.
Moving to turn her around so her back was facing him, he would lean his head into the crook of her neck, gliding his tongue up and against her ear. His hand moved down and between her legs again, he would then move his hand up and against her bean as he slowly started to rub against it. His member aching behind his jeans, craving to be inside of her. His hand would move to undo the button of his jeans, sliding them off along with his boxers. Grasping his long-hardened member and slapping it across her ass. “Do you feel how hard you make me baby?” He whispered against her ear as he sped up the pace against her sensitive numb. “Please Lucifer...” she whimpered out in a breathy tone of voice. She was slowly coming undone as she pressed her back against his chest.
He would finally bend her over, his hand taking in a full grasp of her ass. He would stride one single finger down her spine, sending more electric vibrations throughout her body. He glided his tongue over his bottom lip as he moved his member inside of her entrance. Her wetness submerged him fully, biting down on his bottom lip as a grunt escaped his lips. Pushing himself inside of her, gripping her waist as he begins to bounce her ass off his member, her moans starting to perfectly leave her lips like music to his ears.
She was no angel; she would take this chance to show him. She would grind her ass against him, moving to bounce it faster. This didn’t go unnoticed; his hand would reach up to grab a fist full of her hair—gripping it up as he pulled her against his chest again. His skin clapping against her own, he slid his hand back over to rub at a fast pace against her numb. “That it’s baby, bounce that ass against daddy,” he demanded. After a few more deep hard thrusts, he would turn her around. Snapping them both into the bedroom as he fell against the sheets pulling her on top of him. He wanted to watch her pretty face contort, as he fucked her. Gripping her thighs as he watched her slide his member back inside of her entrance. She would dip her head back, moaning more as she worked her hips against him. Grinding them and moving in a comfortable position so she could clap her ass against him. Lucifer would press his head further into the sheets as he moaned slightly, his fingertips digging into her flesh, sending electric shocks throughout her body. This made her jolt slightly, leaving her in a whimpering mess.
“Please Luci—I can’t ...” she cried out. “Cum on daddy.” He finally spoke, giving her permission, as she rode him further. Her core tightened as she felt the gush of her orgasm explode over him. He took this as an advantage grabbing her waist and slamming her down against the bed. He raised her leg to wrap around his waist. He wasn’t done with her, he wanted to drain her for being a brat. His hips bucked into her faster and deeper. Her nails dragged up his back, shedding a bit of his blood. He would let out another growl of appreciation, leaning down to bite along her neckline. Hearing her heavy breathing, he was enjoying the feedback. “Oh, fuck Luci!” she cried out, he knew she was about to cave for him again. He was hitting all the right spots and got her eyes rolling back. Her legs shook as she released her second orgasm.
He would move to pin her arms above her head, his lips smashing against her own as he slowed down the pace. She was confused for a moment, why he wasn’t releasing himself only to see those bright blue hues turn into his dark red ambers. He interlocked their fingers as he bucked his hips into her again, deep, and hard. Picking up the pace again as he felt his member throbbing inside of her Atlantic Ocean, she purred out his name again before feeling his member explode his seed deep inside of her. Turning her face as she cried out her final pleasure, he would lean down into her neck, kissing against her flesh softly before removing himself and falling beside her.
Chapter Summary; You dress up to go on a hunt, something Lucifer isn’t to keen on. However, with a warning to anyone who dares touch you, he sends you off. That, and a little souvenir to remind you that you’re his.
Pairing: Lucifer x reader
Rating: Mature
CHAPTER NO/ONESHOT: ½
Word; 3.700
Warnings; nudity, suggestive themes
Author; @the-goddess-of-mischief-writing
A/N: So here’s the first of many drabbles for the SIN (Soulmates in nature) series. It was one of the first one’s I had planned and is a favourite troupe of mine for our beloved archangel.
MAIN MASTERLIST
It wasn’t often you brought out your makeup. It wasn’t often you needed to balance the few, yet essential, products on the edge of your sink to not slip down and break. Nor was it often you stared at yourself, hopeless of how you would be able to follow the tutorial playing on your phone.
“How can someone get good at this?” You mumbled as you attempted to follow the makeup artist’s guide on ‘how to succeed with your eyeshadow not appearing like a blob of diffused colours’. Their title a bit more eloquently put than your thoughts.
coming on here to say that i don’t think gifset creators get nearly as much appreciation as they deserve. it’s such a special kind of art and one that really flourishes here on tumblr, and although i see them all over the feed i feel like we don’t take enough time to give a shoutout to the actual makers of the sets themselves. i’ve tried a few times to make my own gifs and it gave me a real appreciation for the art. it makes me so happy when i see gifs of characters/relationships i like on the dash, so gifsets are so important to me
✯¸.•´*¨`*•✿ let’s take it up a notch, let’s see how Deano would feel if reader was to offer up herself to Lucifer...
| pairings; dean x reader , sam x castiel , lucifer x reader
| 𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔; loss of life, offering up life, aggressiveness, violence, heartbreak, mistrust.
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“ You’re not gonna like it, Dean.”
“ Yeah...” he scoffed as he kept his green hazel hues on her.
“I’m going to offer myself up, to Lucifer...”
“Like hell you are, don’t be an idiot — we aren’t doing that.”
“Then what other plan is there to go with Dean! We’ve been through every other angle, he’s not going to stop until he finds a vessel, and Sam is not an option.” she was serious, they’ve tried everything, and Dean knew just as well as herself that this was the only option. She would brush her hand over her face and through her curly locks of hair. “Sam, can you give us a minute.”
She walked over to Dean, as she cupped her fragile hands around his face. Her eyes were damp from the tears she had shed prior. “Cas has a plan Dean, Lucifer will think he’s taking me, but Cas will kill him before he does...”
“NO damn it! What if this doesn’t work huh? What if this KILLS you in the process?? We both know things never work the way we want them to, I—I can’t lose another person…I can’t LOSE YOU (Y/N)”he would place his hands onto her wrists, moving her touch away from his face. He never liked to show vulnerability, but when it came to her, she saw right through him.
“Dean...”
“No, it’s not happening, this discussion is over.” He said in a much more serious tone of voice. Stepping back inside of the home. (Y/N) would stand there, brushing away the tears that escaped from her eyes. She knew Dean would never forgive her for this, but she had to do it. Clearing her throat, she leaned down to grab her duffle bag of gear.
The night was a cold, eerie feeling, the fog growing thick as she stood in the field, Cas and Sam were prepping the area with the sigils needed to summon Lucifer. Sam noticing something was bothering her, he would stand back up as he walked over to her, offering he’s comforting arm squeeze and slight smile before returning to the task at hand.
The flames would ignite when Sam spoke out the spell, and within seconds that felt like forever Lucifer would appear.
“Well, well, if it isn’t Miss Badass herself, I assume you are keeping your word?” he curled his infamous smirk.
“Shut the hell up, I’m here aren’t I, let’s just get this over with.” she rolled her eyes, standing mere inches from the flames, Cas whispering something in Enochian allowing her to step through the flames and into the circle. Lucifer’s red hues appeared as he reached out for her hands, taking them into his own before the sound of a car speeding from the distance, swerving into the area. Her head lifted to see that it was Dean.
“You get the fuck away from her!” Dean shouted, shotgun in hand filled with angel-killing bullets. Sam would launch himself forward in his brother’s direction, but Dean was fueled with anger, furious he easily threw his brother in the other direction. That left Castiel, as he used his own angelic ability to stop Dean in his tracks. “CAS! What the hell let me go, (Y/N) don’t do this!”
She felt those tears threatening to surface in her eyes again, feeling her voice trapped within her throat. She would mouth those three little words ‘I love you’ before Lucifer would take his hand, cupping her chin and pulling her back to look at him.
“A deal is a deal darling,” he said in such a calming but comforting voice. He moves to place his hand up against her cheek, the harsh cold of his touch stung her flesh. She could feel the instant bitter cold invade her slowly until she completely went numb. The ground shakes beneath their feet. His eyes were furious with the red ambers, the grace slowly shifting from Nick’s vessel into her own.
“(Y/N) NO!” Dean struggled, his eyes forming tears, as he watched the entire thing happen. Cas letting the angel blade slide from his infamous trench coat, his blue hues surfacing as he smoothly moved up and behind Lucifer, only for his throat to be grabbed just as quickly. “Such a poor excuse of an angel Castiel.” (Y/N) would feel the tears leaving her eyes, Lucifer was not dumb, he would instantly send the feathery idiot of an angel flying miles into the field as he returned to his task at hand.
Sam gathered to his feet quickly, and he took his own weapon, only for it to be sent flying out of his hands along with him. He would slam into the windshield of the Impala, knocking him out cold.
Lucifer now gripping both sides of her face, finished off the rest of his grace, that eventually poured into her body. Dean ran towards her, the flames around the circle dying out as both of their bodies left falling to the ground. He would move to her body, his hands gripping her face, as he felt the tears that formed the surface fall.
“Why, why did you have to go play the goddamn hero...” He spoke in a whisper, pulling her body up against him. Dean wasn’t sure what this meant, did this mean Lucifer was now possessing her vessel?
Once everyone was returned to the bunker, Cas healed Sam of his injuries.
“Is he still down there?” Cas asked in his low musky tone of voice.
“Uh yeah—he hasn’t left her side. Cas, what are we going to do?”
“I-I don’t know, but for now keeping her locked up in the dungeon, is our best hope for now. Until we can figure out a plan to destroy Lucifer for good.”
Dean was standing in front of the woman he had fallen in love with, she was bound in rope that was drenched in holy water, surrounded by the sigil that would keep Lucifer from trying to escape it, if HE was even in there. She had been passed out since the ritual, the entire thing playing over and over in Dean’s head like a broken record.
Dean wasn’t sure what to do next, but all he knew at that moment was he was going to save her, bring her home, and kill Lucifer, even if it meant 𝑘𝑖𝑙𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑔 ℎ𝑖𝑚𝑠𝑒𝑙𝑓 𝑖𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑝𝑟𝑜𝑐𝑒𝑠𝑠
