#(I think I could better like a crack fic where his “brother” is. hell. a cricketing Valeyard and he is technically from a different planet

[rugessnome]

B/

I hate this canon (affectionate) but what I really loathe is the expectation to emotionally process new additions that I won't like (derogatory)

[jgyapologism]

send a ship ask game xiyao chengyao and chengxian

oooh another one thank u!!

xiyao

my otp tbh. i mean, i wrote an entire fic series about an alternate universe where jgy lives, just so i could keep them together. i think that answers that question lmao. but no, like, you don't understand. these two are such a tragedy: they love each other so deeply, yet are kept apart by duty and circumstance, and lxc is someone who jgy is probably the most honest with - but he still withholds - and him withholding from lxc is the one thing that lxc cannot forgive. so when guanyin temple happens, and lxc finds out the truth, he feels betrayed and rejected and like everything between them was a lie and god, he thought that he knew jgy better than anyone else. he thought he was the exception. but jgy can't afford exceptions. can't afford to let anyone too close. experience has taught him to keep people within arm's distance but no closer than that and lxc had thought he was the exception but he wasn't. except that he was - in jgy's eyes - because jgy had never allowed himself to hope for love, to be loved, before lxc.

lxc wanted to know jgy - even the monster bits - but jgy thought he had to wear a mask in order to be loved by him. but lxc just wanted him, darkness and all.

chengyao

ohoho i mean, i love the concept of chengyao as like "two men who are bad at emotions are thrown together by force to help raise this child together" and i just, like to think that over the years, jc had grown to respect - maybe even admire - jgy for his resilience and persistence. b/c those are two traits that jc values highly - and he knows what it means to be resilient and persistent and to build something from scratch. so he admires jgy, and jgy grows to admire jc too, because he sees the way jc had rebuilt his sect from the ground up and how he holds his own against other sect leaders and - there might be a little bit of jealousy there.

so they respect one another, and they have this kid they have to raise together, so they do their best. and maybe jc thinks jl likes jgy better, so there's some hidden resentment, and maybe jgy thinks jc is too harsh on jl, so there's judgment. and they never see eye to eye, but they do their best - for jl.

but then guanyin temple happens and jgy puts the garrote around jl's neck - his own nephew - and jc loses every ounce of respect he has for jgy. even if all of his other atrocities didn't seal his fate - him using the garrote on jl did it for him.

but man. before all that - these two raising jl together?? peak comedy. 100/10 never getting over it. they are a small, broken family but jc and jgy are both tenacious as hell and like hell they're gonna let this boy suffer like they did. that's why jl is so spoiled rotten - b/c jgy and jc just can't stand to see him suffer.

chengxian

oh anon. you just opened the floodgates. what can i say about chengxian, the twin prides, the two brothers who have always been at odds, yet refusing to let each other go?

chengxian is the most tragic ship in the entire show. we watch jc and wwx grow up together. we see their brotherhood and their friendship. we see how loyal and dedicated and fond they are of one another. but we also see the cracks and fissures between them: the way jfm dotes on wwx and the parallel hatred yzy has for wwx; the way jc always felt responsible for wwx; the fact that jc may have been wwx's superior in title but everyone who saw them knew wwx was smarter and stronger ; and the resentment that dug its way inside jc's chest and made him bitter.

but jc had always thought - believed - that wwx would choose him over everything else - except maybe jyl - and he clung to their brotherhood like a lifeline. he thought wwx was his ride or die.

but then the wen's destroy the jiang sect. they kill jc's parents. and jc blames wwx for everything - but still, even then, he sacrifices himself to save wwx, and they tear out jc's core (and wwx saves him too late and sacrifices his own core to save jc but jc doesn't know this until years later and its too late and everything is festered and ugly between them) and the wen's throw wwx into the burial mounds and he thinks wwx is dead and that it was all for nothing.

wwx goes to the burial mounds - and that, that changes things entirely. it changes wwx, b/c now he's coreless and weak and he's had to survive.

and then they meet again - after jc spends months with someone he hates just looking for his brother, clinging to some shred of hope that he's still alive - and wwx is different. but they still try to act like everything is the same; that nothing has changed. except that everything has.

and then wwx chooses the wens. he chooses the wens - the very same sect who murdered their family - over jc. over family. and something inside jc finally breaks.

he gives up on wwx. gives up on their brotherhood. meanwhile wwx has been begging him to let him go this entire time. and he thinks wwx doesn't care when it's the farthest thing from it, because all wwx wants is for jc to rebuild his sect, and being associated with wwx will only destroy them.

but, these two are Class A noncommunicators. they sacrifice everything for each other time and time again, without any thought to what the other one wants, and if not for wn, wwx would have died holding onto the core secret (edit: hell, he fucking DID in his first life); just like jc will probably die without ever telling wwx that he was the one who distracted the wen guards. that he was the domino that led to all the broken things between them.

this...has gotten impossibly long. but i'll end with this: jc and wwx will never stop loving each other. beneath all of the layers of resentment and bitterness and hatred, there is brotherhood and love and care.

they may be too broken to be fixed in their entirety, but a broken vase can still be glued back together.

[jinkieswouldyoulookatthis]

Rolling - Chapter 6

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Just a hunt fic with lots of weirdly close brother moments. Dean’s got issues, y'all.

Words: 716

Relationship:  Just the brothers being weirdly close, no smut but this is pushing right up against wincest and implies they've had incestuous thoughts about each other.

Warnings: Angst.

Read it on AO3

Read from the beginning here

Dean looked at the menu Sam had handed to him. “Dude, it’s almost dawn, I don’t think the pizza place opens for, like, twelve hours.” 

Sam sat back down on his bed. “Yeah, I kinda forgot about the time. But it’s the thought that counts?” 

Dean gave a little laugh. It wasn’t much of a smile, but Sam still considered it a win. 

“You wanna keep talking, or should we watch a movie or something?”  

“Movie.” Dean said quickly.

Sam tossed him the remote and sat back against the headboard, stretching his legs out. Dean mirrored him on the other bed. 

Pre-dawn was not a high ratings time slot, clearly, and they’d finally settled on Breakin’ 2 - Electric Boogaloo because neither of them were in the mood for QVC and Dean nixed the documentary about SETI. He said that the narrator’s voice made him want to punch things. 

It was maybe an hour later and without looking away from the screen, Dean said without preamble, “We’re really both that screwed up, huh?” 

Sam glanced at him for a second before looking down at his hands and then back at the tv. He didn’t know what to say so he just nodded his head. 

“Man, if Dad knew how bad he messed us up, he’d kick his own ass.” 

“Yeah,” Sam smiled ruefully at that. “But I don’t know how much of it’s his fault. I mean, we had an insane childhood but he did the best he could, which, yeah, could have been a lot better, you know? But, there’s the whole soulmate thing which is… weird? Is it weird?” He turned and looked at Dean.

“Doesn’t seem normal.” 

“Yeah. Yeah, that’s what I thought too.” They were both quiet for a while before Sam said, “But it doesn’t feel wrong.”

Neither of them said anything for an entire commercial break. Finally, Sam continued. “I just, I don’t think it needs to be this big thing, you know, doesn’t really change anything, but I, I think it’s important.” 

Dean looked at him. 

Sam pressed on, “It goes back to what I keep saying, I’m not going anywhere. I know that now because, well, because there isn’t anywhere else I would rather be. This…” he waved his hand between them in a way that took in the whole room, “... fits.”

Dean looked down, Sam couldn’t quite make out his expression.

“You know all those times I said that I don’t swing that way?” 

“Yeeeeeaaaaah?” Where the hell was he going with this, Sam thought. 

“I was serious, man. You’re not my type.” 

Sam laughed and nodded. “Bullshit.” 

“Hey, I’m not the one who almost married a girl who looked a lot like…” 

“What about Lisa?” 

“... and who had the same birthday as my brother!” 

“Okay, yeah, that was a strange coincidence.” 

“And please don’t tell me any more details about Ruby.” Dean gave an exaggerated shudder. 

Sam laughed. “Fair enough. So? Are we good?” 

“I think we’re colossally fucked up. But, we’re fucked up in the same way, so that’s okay. Right?”

“Right.” After a long pause, Sam added, “I’m still sleeping in your bed tonight.”

Dean nodded and then sighed. “You’re like an octopus when you sleep, always have been. But now you’re a big, sweaty, hot octopus.”

“You think I’m hot?” Sam deadpanned.

Dean stared at him, Sam could see the big brother urge to murder in his eyes. He didn’t see Dean's arm move, the pillow came at him too fast. Sam barely managed to bat it away as his face cracked into a wide grin. 

They didn’t know what finally did it, figured it was just getting it all out into the open between them, but something had changed for the better. They shared a bed for almost another month before they realized that Dean’s nightmares had stopped. And though neither of them ever admitted it, they both felt a little weird in separate beds again, at least for a few nights. But then it was just like it always had been. They had their ups and downs, they fought and got over it, they made an ongoing series of stupid decisions that almost ended the world several times, but through it all, they had each other, whether they wanted it or not.

[of-twilight-and-moonshadow]

Too Little, Too Late - Seth x Reader

I got this wrote quicker than I thought I would. I did have some canon help with the first scene, but that’s beside the point. 

I actually kinda wanna turn this into a full-length fic, though. What do you all think? Let me know!

ANGST AHEAD 😥 

Prompt is in bold. “I only did what was best.” “For you! Don’t act like it isn’t true! Because if there’s one thing I hate more than a turncoat, it’s a pesky little liar who’s too cowardly to admit he realizes the full extent of what he’s done.”

Y/N/N = your nick name

Y/R/N = your ring name

Tag List:  @starwithaheart​ @shedevil22 @amourseculier @regalbanshee​ 

My brothers and I stood in the ring, side by side, as Hunter and Randy slowly made their way down the ramp. The sledgehammer resting on Hunters shoulder gave me reason for pause, but with my brothers at my side, it wouldn’t matter. We will win this, just like every time before.

“In case you hadn’t figured it out yet. What I do better than anybody, is adapt.”

Tweaking my head to the side, cracking my neck as I done so, I glanced to my immediate right where Seth stood, grasping a steel chair. He glanced over at me briefly, as I gave him my usual smile… Only the one he returned seemed… forced.

“Last night was plan A,” Hunter continued, raising the sledgehammer off his shoulder and looking it over,” Tonight… Plan B.” He rested the sledgehammer back on his shoulder, a knowing smirk on his face,” There’s always a plan B.”

Instantly, Dean and myself sauntered up towards the ropes, Roman right behind us, standing side by side.

“C’mon then you sonofabitch!” I yelled, leaning on the top ropes, dangerously dangling over it,” Come on!”

THUD

Something caused my balance to falter, but I caught myself, landing inside the ring.

Roman.

Roman was laying on the ring floor, recoiling from an attack.

From what?

From…

My gaze snapped up; eyes wide as I stared at Seth. I could see Dean out of my peripheral, trying to make sense of it himself.

“Oh my God! Rollins just attacked Reigns with a steel chair! What’s he thinking?!”

Seth refused to look at me, instead keeping his glare on Dean.

“S-Seth?! What the hell?!” I demanded, kneeling down to check on Roman,” Ro—you… you good, brother?”

“P-peachy,” Roman groaned.

As I looked up, I saw Dean charge at Seth, who quickly modified his hold on the steel chair, hitting him in the mid section, causing Dean to hunch over in pain. Quickly, Rollins changed his hold again, before whacking Dean across the back with the chair.

“Are you kidding me?! Rollins refuses to let up on his attack of Ambrose!”

I had had enough, quickly raising to my feet and putting myself in between the two. Seth finally looked into my eyes and I could see the anger radiating off of them.

“Enough Seth! Stop it! What’s wrong with you?!” I turned to check on Dean, but Seth grabbed me and pushed me behind him, raising the chair to continue his assault. Without thinking, I made a grab at the chair as it came in reach over Seth’s head. Seth glared back at me, trying to shake my grip off the chair, only for both of us to be caught off guard as Dean hauled himself into Seth. The chair caught me in the mid-section, pushing me off balance and causing me to tumble between the ropes and fall unceremoniously to the floor below. Dean had no clue what his actions had caused, he merely acted in instinct, as he tried to get up off the ring mat, struggling to his feet. Above me, I barely made out Seth’s body, as he looked over the ropes at my writhing form.

“Oh my God! Rollins just inadvertently hit Y/r/n with the steel chair!… nasty tumble out of the ring… I think she’s really hurt!”

Suddenly, Seth disappeared from my sight, and all I could hear was the constant chair shots.

Thud. Thud

THUD, Thud.

“Rollins is going ballistic on Ambrose with that chair! He’s showing no signs of letting up! Someone needs to stop him!”

I lost count after a while, and the boos of the crowd drowned out most of the thuds. The chants of ‘you sold out’ echoed around. Seth came into view for only a second, as he rebounded off the ropes, before another thud.  

I slid along the floor, resting my back against the barricade, trying to regain control of my breathing, watching as Seth walked out of the ring with another chair. Dean and Roman were nowhere to be seen. Then I felt my heart drop deep in my stomach as I watched Randy walk up the steps, into the ring—with the steel chair.

“Did he just make a deal with the devil?”

Randy began teeing off on Dean and Roman, focusing his attacks on Roman—and after a while, I couldn’t take it anymore. Despite the pain I was in, I had to do something. These were my brothers. All I had in life. Pushing up off the barricade, I slid into the ring, grimacing as I pushed myself up and shoved against Randy.

“Leave them alone! Just—” I barely registered the shrug he gave before I ate the matt, Randy having given me an RKO. Roman stretched out a hand towards me, but I was out cold. Randy dragged Roman towards where Dean and I lay, before unceremoniously ripping off Romans vest, and then his belt. He grabbed him by the hair, then the head, before hoisting him up and RKO’ing him into the chair. Seth and Hunter joined Randy in the ring, as the crowd let their feelings known.

The Shield… was officially over.

The play by play repeated in my head, weeks, months, even years after it happened. After everything imploded. It’s been almost two years and the pain I felt then still remains. Maybe not the physical pain but the emotional pain… the sting of betrayal… the heartache of love lost. Earlier, I had watched, as I prepared for my match, as Finn and Seth done a verbal back and forth in the ring. Finn seemed pretty cool—I hadn’t gotten the chance to actually talk with him though, yet anyway.

“You know what Seth? We may be similar in a lot’f ways…but there’s one t’ing… one big difference between t’both of us… Last week, on Monday Night Raw, I earned my opportunity at Summerslam…where you? You had yers handed to ya.”

That statement cut right back to the implosion of my family… and caused so many emotions, memories to resurface. Not what I needed to be thinking of before my match—I needed to focus. Unfortunately, focus was the one thing I lacked, as I sat backstage near the end of the show, an ice pack on my shoulder. Guess who wasn’t going to Summerslam?

Sighing, I tried to clear my head—but fate had different ideas.

“Hey lil’ red.” The voice was charming, as per usual. But not with the usual snark and ego that I was used to hearing the past two years.

“What do you want, Rollins?” I sighed.

“Hey, hey. Relax,” Seth soothed,” I just… I just want to talk.”

“About what?” I sneered,” You said all you needed to say, two years ago.”

“I’ve already apologized to you for that! You weren’t supposed to get hurt!” Seth exclaimed, before trying to calm himself down,” Look. I made a mistake, okay? Reigns and Ambrose—I didn’t need them. I didn’t—they were dead weight by then. But you? You and I could’ve been great—we still can be!”

“Absolutely… incredible…” I shook my head,” Do you hear yourself?!”

“What—”

I pushed up off the crate I was sitting on, the bag of ice falling to the floor, as I stared into Seth’s eyes,” You honestly think you’re the best damn thing, that you don’t need anyone! You betrayed all of us that night, Seth! You betrayed Ro. Ambrose… Me…”

“You weren’t suppose to–!”

“To what? Get hurt? Yeah, you’ve said that! But if you hadn’t betrayed us then it wouldn’t have happened in the first place!”

“I gave the company—I gave the Shield– EVERYTHING! It was my time, MY TIME!” Seth roared, taking a deep breath to calm down, before continuing,” I… I only did what I thought was right.”

“For yourself,” I choked, trying so desperately to hold the tears back; as he opened his mouth to argue, I cut him off,” Don’t act like it isn’t true! Because if there’s one thing I hate more than a turncoat, it’s a pesky little liar who’s too cowardly to admit he realizes the full extent of what he’s done.”

Seth and I stood there, staring at each other in silence, and as Seth was about to say something a stage hand called him to the gorilla.

“I hope you realize exactly what you lost that day, Seth Rollins… because there could be a day in the future, Ro could forgive you… Ambrose could forgive you… but I will not. I can not.”

“Y/N/N—”

“No Seth,” I cut him off, my voice soft,” The day you stabbed us all in the back… not only did you lose two brothers… you lost something that money and success could never buy you. You lost me. Forever. And no matter how hard you try… no matter what you do to try and fill that hole in your heart… you will never, never feel complete.”

With that, I walked away, leaving Seth standing there by himself. Alone, like he always wanted.

[beelzebuddy-catan]

The Not Entirely Human-Human Exchange Student

Summary: When the new human exchange student shows up, there's something not entirely human about her. To bad she doesn't remember anything about herself before waking up in the Devildom. Warnings: Swearing, mentions of death Spoilers: Lesson one and Lilith's status Characters: Cass (OC), Lucifer, Mammon, Levi, Satan, Asmo, Beel, Lilith, Diavolo, and Barbatos. Notes: (1) I firmly believe Lilith has features similar to each of the brothers and describe how in the final part (2) this will follow the general story line but diverge in details especially related to MC. Part Two **This is the first time I've written a fic for Obey Me, so let me know your thoughts please!**

She stopped at the bulletin board by the foot of the stairs Mammon had started climbing. Tucked in one of the corners was a photo of seven demons in their uniforms. They were standing in front of what Cass assumed was a main hall at RAD. She recognized five of them from earlier. The remaining two must be the other brothers. There was something sad about the picture. It wasn’t the photo of seven people who liked each other, much less were bothers. One of the unknown demons slumped against Beel, eyes closed. Beel’s eyes seemed to bore through her, his hand on his stomach. She could practically hear it grumble.

The other unknown demon was standing off to the side, almost like he was cowering from attention. He had headphones on around his neck, hands shoved deep into his pockets, and eyes cast downward. Lucifer was standing in the middle, the photo catching him in the middle of rubbing his temples. His eyes were closed and jaw tense.

She could tell Mammon was yelling “Oi” at someone behind the photographer, hands tossed out in annoyance. Satan wore the same smile as earlier. The pretty smile that was all an act. Asmo was turned towards Mammon, yelling at him while still looking picture-perfect. There was an awkward space between each of them except Beel and the one leaning on him. Who were these demons and what was their story? Would they notice if she took down the photo? She didn’t like it.

“If there’s something you wanna ask me, you’d best do it now."

What the fuck was going on? She blinked, eyes trying to focus on something in the dimly lit room. Where the fuck might be a better question now that she thinks about it. Hell - when the fuck - could even be a question. As her eyes adjusted to the light, she realized she was in a courtroom. Or, at the very least, something that looked like a courtroom.

She stared up at the man in the seat of the chief judge. His red coat stood out among the others. He had a look of childlike excitement on his face. It was endearing. Well, it would have been endearing had she not just woken up on the floor of a courtroom with no memories and the lingering taste of rotten pomegranates on her tongue as six strange men stared down at her.

"Am I dead?" She spoke, voice cracking from disuse, not able to take the silence any longer.

"Welcome to the Devildom, Cass!" The man in the red coat announced at the same time.

She blinked. Cass? Her name was Cass? That wasn't what she expected. It felt like a childhood nickname from a friend she’d lost contact with. She froze. Did he say Devildom? Bigger issues than her name.

"Fuck I am dead!" She yelled, jumping up. The man jolted back, surprised by her outburst. "Is this my final judgment? No wonder I’m waking up in a courtroom!”  

"What? No!" His voice frantic as he stood up, rushing to her side. The others started moving as well.

"Oh no, did I miss it? That's not a good sign. This can’t be, it’s too dark. I died and they sent me to hell."

"No! I mean, you're not dead."

She paused, appraising him. Damn, he was tall. She hasn't noticed in her panic. He had to be at least 6'6. He was the second tallest one in the room and towered over her. Which at 5'9, wasn't something she encountered often. Everyone in the room seemed several inches taller than her.

"But I am in hell?"

The man tilted his head as if trying to figure her out. A beat passed before he tossed his head back and laughed. The sound echoed around the room. Oddly enough, it calmed her. There was an innocence to the laugh, despite the uncertainty she felt. "I suppose that would be the closest word you have. I presume you're feeling a bit shocked, which is understandable. As a human, it may take a while for you to adjust."

As a human. Human. Meaning the others in the room were something else. Besides the finalists in an Adonis casting call that is. What had she gotten herself into? And how? Why couldn’t she remember anything?

"Perhaps we should start with introductions. I am Diavolo, the ruler of all demons. Soon, I'll be the crowned king. This is the Royal Academy of Diavolo or RAD. You’re standing inside the assembly hall, not a courtroom. This is where the student council holds our meetings. I’m president of said council."

"Academy? I'm assuming you all are well past school age." Cass glanced at one of the other men. He was the only other one not wearing a teal shirt as part of his uniform. "I mean, his hair is greying."

The blonde behind Diavolo made a choking noise from suppressing a laugh. She counted her blessings looks couldn't kill because the already cold demeanor of the one she mentioned turned downright icy and he stared her down.

Unbothered, Diavolo continued, his smile a little more apparent. "I suppose it may seem odd to someone with such a short lifespan but think of RAD like a university and continuing education. This," Diavolo gestured to the black- and grey-haired man "is Lucifer, a demon and the Avatar of Pride."

"Oh, well I can see why they called you heaven's most beautiful angel." Cass's hand flew to cover her mouth in horror as Lucifer's eyes widened. The demon with champagne-colored hair giggled. How many times was she going to embarrass herself before evening seeing a second room in this place?

"On behalf of our entire student body, welcome," Lucifer answered, eyes narrowing again. His voice was anything but welcoming. "The institution of an exchange program is the first step in Diavolo's plans to strengthen relationships between the Devildom, the human world, and the Celestial Realm. As you may have figured out, you've been chosen to participate and will stay here for one year as our newest exchange student."

"Oh, okay. Two things, real quick. First, humans don't necessarily enjoy being kidnapped by demons and taken to hell.” She paused, “don't know if you want to jot that down for future reference.” Nobody moved or regarded her comment. “No? Great. Number two.” She leaned into Diavolo's space, gesturing for him to come closer. She spoke in a whisper, quiet enough that only he could hear. "Is everyone here this attractive because my self-esteem is plummeting as we speak."

Diavolo gave her the same quizzical look as before laughing again, turning towards Lucifer. "Well, you certainly picked an interesting student!"

"Yes, this one is quite different from Solomon." Lucifer's eyes remained locked on Cass. She was tempted to curl into herself but wouldn't give him the satisfaction. She saw something flash in his eyes, when she stood up straighter staring back, possibly curiosity or even amusement. "You weren't kidnapped. You were selected from many applicants. Only those who applied to study in the Devildom were selected from. Don't worry though, you won't be abandoned by yourself here. My brother Mammon will be looking after you. He's the Avatar of Greed and, well, you'll learn about him soon enough."

Lucifer handed her something. Cass turned it over in her hand. "This is a D.D.D. It is similar to a cell phone in your world." Cell phone? She continued looking at the device, pressing down on the side. It lit up and she gasped, almost dropping it. What kind of magic - she looked up realizing all of them were staring at her.

"Um, I actually don't know what a cell phone is." She was met with confused looks. "Well, I might. Truth is, I don't remember anything about myself or my life or I guess what a cellphone is."

"Interesting," the blonde whispered at the same time Diavolo asked, "were you aware of this Barbatos?"

The dark-haired demon standing towards the side of the room shook his head. Lucifer moved closer to her, taking the phone. "While there are numerous functions, which we can discuss later, the most basic is calling someone else. Here trying calling Mammon." Lucifer pointed to the circle entitled contacts. There were several names listed. She tapped the screen where it said Mammon and, following Lucifer’s instruction, clicked the icon titled call.

Lucifer guided the device to her ear, and she heard a ringing followed by "Yooooo."

"Hello?"

"Who the hell are ya?"

"I'm Cass, who the fuck are you?" She said merrily, wondering if this is how people spoke on these D.D.D.s.

"Geez, simmer down will ya? I was gettin' worried it was Lucifer. How'd ya even get this number?"

“I'm the new human exchange student. You’ve been assigned to watch over me by Lucifer.”

"The great Mammon is not a babysitter. Don’t think I’d listen to ya ‘cause you throw out his name. I’m not scared of him. G'luck, but there's nothin' in that for me."

Lucifer took the D.D.D. from her hand. "You’ve got 10 seconds...9...8."

Mammon yelling "YESSIR” could be heard by everyone as Lucifer handed the device back to Cass.

"Charming," She deadpanned. Part of her was concerned about this demon who was supposed to watch over her, but something told her he wouldn’t have been chosen at random. Lucifer clearly put a lot of thought into who would watch over the human exchange student.

"I would have expected you to look more worried after speaking with him. The rest of my brothers and I will also assist you during your time here. Though I can't guarantee their assistance will calm any anxiety you may experience."

"Oh, come now. You should act more honored to have a sweet and charming little brother like me!" The demon with champagne-color hair rushed forward.

"This one is Asmodeus. He's the fifth eldest and the Avatar of Lust."

"Wh- don't ignore me! How can you refer to me as this one!"

"Oh, darling, you don't need his approval. We both know that" Cass winked. "Care to elaborate on your whole lust thing though?"

"Ohhhh!" Asmodeus giggled. "Aren't you adorable? Instead of talking about it, how about I show you a little demonstration! Gaze into my eyes. Don’t be shy, I won’t hurt you."

Cass stared up into the demon's eyes. They were quite stunning, almost like looking into the dim orange light of a flickering candle that you couldn't pull your eyes from. But that was it. How long was this demonstration take?

After Cass started to feel awkward by this impromptu staring contest, she spoke. “While you do have beautiful eyes, you're going to have to do more than just stare at me to get me to join your cult. Show me I'm worth it."

"Hmmm. There's something about you," Asmodeus's voice sounded distant like he was trying to remember something but couldn't quite place it. “Are you sure there’s a soul inside this body, Lucifer?”

"Careful, Cass. Gazing into his eyes is how he charms people so he can manipulate them, use them, and then eat them."

"Hey! Don't say things like that. I'm not Beel," Asmodeus pouted.

"If you're done," Lucifer interrupted. "That one there is the fourth oldest. He may seem like a responsible demon with a good head on his shoulders but looks can be deceiving."

"Aha, so I’m that one, am I? I'm Satan, Avatar of Wrath," the blonde introduced himself. “It’s nice to meet you, Cass.”

"Wrath?"

"Yes. He may look calm and flash a pretty smile, but it's an act."

"Don't him too seriously. He likes speaking ill of us, seeing as he is the Avatar of Pride." Satan said the words with a smile, but Cass could feel the contempt he had for Lucifer radiating from him. She suppressed a shudder, briefly imagining what it would be like were he actually angry.

Cass’s eyes flicked to Lucifer for a second. Seems like the Avatar of Pride would be inclined to boast about his brothers and be proud of them, but what did she know? A loud rumble, something akin to thunder or an animal’s roar echoed through the chamber. Cass’s head whipped around in the direction of the noise. The tallest demon stood, looking both menacing and sad, a hand placed on his stomach. Did that noise come from his stomach? Her jaw dropped, no way.

"Lucifer, I'm hungry."

"Can you behave yourself for five minutes? Cass, this is the sixth born, Beelzebub, Avatar of Gluttony."

"You'll be staying with the seven brothers at the House of Lamentation during your stay."

Seven? There were two more of them. The remaining two and Mammon must be Avatars of Greed, Sloth, and Envy. She was going to live with the embodiment of seven sins with no way to protect herself. Even if they weren’t demons, the little she had seen told her their bold personalities would cause daily occurrences of chaos and trouble.

"Your D.D.D. also has a messaging app for sending written messages to people. All of us are programmed in there already," Lucifer drew her from her thoughts, holding up the D.D.D.

Cass watched in amazement while Lucifer tapped around the D.D.D., explaining the basic functions and applications. She was starting to suspect wherever, or whenever, she was from didn't have these. As Cass was about to send a text, the door to the chamber slammed open. The sound was followed by an exasperated sigh from Lucifer and something akin to idiot being whispered under his breath.

"HEY! HUMAN! Who do you think you are calling THE Great Mammon and speaking to me that way?" Cass stared at the white-haired demon, not knowing if she should laugh or roll her eyes. "If you value your life, either hand over all your valuables or I take care of this situation by eatin' you. Got it?"

Cass reached into her pockets, feeling a small coin. She tossed it, throwing it harder than she meant. The coin hit Mammon in the middle of the forehead at the same time Lucifer told him to shut up. The coin bounced off his head and rolled a few feet away. Silence fell around them as Mammon stared at her in complete shock.

“That’s all I have on me, sorry,” Cass said softly, not knowing if she was apologizing for hitting him or not having more.

“Cass, this is Mammon, the Avatar of Greed,” Satan said. She could tell he was trying not to laugh. “He governs and oversees all forms of greed. Whenever he likes someone, they find themselves awash in money. When he decides to break it off, their wealth evaporates.”

“Or rolls away,” Asmo coughed out, causing Mammon’s scowl to deepen. “Mammon’s also a masochist.”  

“Mammon, you are responsible for seeing to this human’s needs during the whole exchange.” Mammon’s look of anger morphed into disbelief.

“Aww, lucky you! I’m so jealous,” Asmo said at the same time Mammon demanded, "Why's it gotta be me that watches her? Asmo wants to do it.”

“Can’t too busy.”

“I thought you were jealous! Why not Beel?"

"Besides the fact he might eat her?" Asmo laughed.

"Yeah, I can't promise I wouldn't."

“Surely you’re not going to object to this arrangement, are you Mammon?” Lucifer’s voice cut through the air. A murderous aura surrounded him, not unlike the one she felt from Satan earlier. The brothers stopped arguing, looking at Lucifer with dread. Were they afraid of him?

“I hate every last one of ya!” Mammon finally yelled, eyes not meeting Lucifer’s. "Alright human, listen up. I'm only doing this because Lucifer told me to. Don't think it's not going to be a pain in my ass or that I'm not too good for this."

The old adage, if you can’t say something nice, don’t say anything at all, crossed Cass’s mind. So, she didn’t answer, only stared up at him. Why did he keep calling her human? She’s sure she told him her name and that someone had said it at least once since he came into the room.

“HELLO? EARTH TO HUMAN?” Mammon snapped in front of her face before looking at the others. “Seriously, what’s wrong with this one?”

“Did you steal that jacket from a child?” Cass finally spoke.

His jacket was substantially smaller than the others. The sleeves stopped midway down his forearm. It was short enough that it didn’t meet the top of his pants. It was left open, but Cass wasn’t sure he could button it if he wanted to.

"Oi human, how much of an idiot are ya?" Mammon yelled at Cass with a mix of frustration and disdain.

"Oi, oi, demon," Cass bit back. Something snapped inside her. He didn't even know her. Yet here he was treating her like she was stupid and less than him because she was human. Fuck that. Even if the others in the room thought that they had the decency not to act that way. "Listen here you Jack Frost-looking motherfucker of a pixie. If I'm living in a demonic frat house with you, you're going to treat me with some goddamn respect. Learn my name, it's Cass, rhymes with ass, which is what you're being. I will make it my personal mission to learn how to smite a demon if I have to. I don’t care if it kills me, make sure that demon isn’t you."

Cass punctuated the statement by jabbing Mammon's chest. She was fuming as she glared up at the demon, gaze boring into his blue and yellow eyes. He stepped back when she'd turned on him. His eyes widened in shock once again. The rest of the room had fallen silent. The anger vanished as quickly as it had washed over her. She jumped back, almost as if Mammon shocked her where she’d poked him.

"I'm so sorry! I don't know where that came from." She stumbled over some of the words, rushing to get them out.  

"Oh, I like her," Satan whispered and Cass saw Asmo nodding in agreement.

-- -- --

One year. Diavolo had asked her for one year. Humans, angels, demons. I imagine a universe where each accepts the other…as friends. She had glanced at Mammon at Diavolo’s words, his eyes catching hers for a second. One year to “polish her soul”, resist demons, and become friends with both them and angels. Cass stared at her reflection in the window of Mammon’s car. She could do this. Right?

Cass looked at Mammon, tearing her eyes away from her reflection, the reflection of someone she recognized but knew nothing about.  He hadn’t said anything to her since she’d yelled at him. Even when they’d left RAD and walked to his car, the most he’d done was make a noncommittal noise.

He was, however, mumbling to himself the whole way. Something about not being afraid of Lucifer and why he agreed to watch over her. She wasn’t sure she really cared why he agreed. Her microscopic chance of survival seemed to narrow every time she spoke. That knowledge didn’t seem to stop her from putting her foot in her mouth at every chance.

"Got it?" Mammon asked as he slammed the brakes at the red light, turning to glare at her.

She coughed, wrangling the seat belt away from her. "Sorry, I wasn't listening." He already hated her, might as well be honest.

"COME ON! Even if ya weren't, at least pretend."

“Right, not like I’ve had a lot thrown at me today or anything,” she mumbled. After a beat of silence, she took a deep breath and continued, “I’m sorry for how I acted earlier, that was uncalled for.”

Cass kept her eyes trained on the road in front of them, missing the curious glance Mammon gave her. He hummed in thought. “Whatever. I’m a bit surprised you’ve got the guts to talk to me like that. I am a demon. You do get that, right?”

Cass didn’t answer. Maybe it was the fact she didn’t remember anything, but she hadn’t been afraid since she’d woken up. Confused, worried, anxious, but not afraid. If she had her memory, she may have broken down crying or screamed and tried to escape. But there was something normal, even familiar, about the Devildom. Something about the place made her feel fearless even.  

Mammon pulled into a garage before clamoring out of the car. Cass followed, albeit slowly. He went around to the front so she could see the entrance. If any house was haunted, it was this one. Lucifer must not have been joking when he said it was cursed. The house towered over them. If she stared in one place long enough, it almost looked like it was breathing. The lights gave off an eerie orange color, especially in the darkness of night.

“Does the house look better in the daylight?” She half-joked.

Mammon shook his head. “There ain’t no sun here.”

Cass stopped. There was the cherry on top of this fucking shitshow of a nightmare she’d awoken in. She didn’t mind the dark, but no sun? How did they expect a human to survive in a realm with no sunlight? She didn’t have to ask to know he was being serious. She sighed, walking in after Mammon.  

"This is the House of Lamentation," Mammon announced as the old door creaked closed behind them. "It’s the dorm specifically for student council members. Despite what you may hear from my brothers, I’m still at the top of the social pyramid. I am a student council member, which is why I live here with my brothers."

"But did you get the position because of power or nepotism?" Cass couldn't help but ask the question. Mammon looked like he was about to yell again, so she held up her hands in surrender. “I know, I know, you’re a demon. I should watch what I say.  

She stopped at the bulletin board by the foot of the stairs Mammon had started climbing. There were different flyers for events, part-time positions, reminders for school, and other things that looked normal, for a house in hell that is.

Tucked in one of the corners was a photo of seven demons in their uniforms. They were standing in front of what Cass assumed was a main hall at RAD. She recognized five of them from earlier. The remaining two must be the other brothers. There was something sad about the picture. It wasn’t the photo of seven people who liked each other, much less were bothers. One of the unknown demons slumped against Beel, eyes closed. Beel’s eyes seemed to bore through her, his hand on his stomach. She could practically hear it grumble.

The other unknown demon was standing off to the side, almost like he was cowering from attention. He had headphones on around his neck, hands shoved deep into his pockets, and eyes cast downward. Lucifer was standing in the middle, the photo catching him in the middle of rubbing his temples. His eyes were closed and jaw tense.

She could tell Mammon was yelling “Oi” at someone behind the photographer, hands tossed out in annoyance. Satan wore the same smile as earlier. The pretty smile that was all an act. Asmo was turned towards Mammon, yelling at him while still looking picture-perfect. There was an awkward space between each of them except Beel and the one leaning on him. Who were these demons and what was their story? Would they notice if she took down the photo? She didn’t like it.

“If there’s something you wanna ask me, you’d best do it now,” Mammon huffed. His eyes were on the picture when Cass looked up at him. He sounded annoyed but there were traces of melancholy in his eyes. Cass shook her head, knowing he wouldn’t tell her anything about their family anyways. "Here's some advice if you want to survive even a day here. If you think a demon’s about to attack you. Run." Mammon turned back around starting up the stairs. "Or die."

"Hey Mammon, I vote for you to die!" Cass heard someone yell.

Mammon stumbled back, bumping into her. The person who yelled rounded the corner, his hair a bold purple color. She recognized him as the one with headphones from the photos. Quite a shift from the nervous, demon hiding in the photo.

"Uhhh, hey Levi? Cass this here is Leviathan, but we call him Levi. He's the avatar of envy. Levi this is the new exchange student Cass. Let’s move on."

Levi peered at her with a look of disdain. No, apathy. He didn't care if she was a person or a piece of dust. Well, at least she was already on better terms with him than Mammon. It may be that Mammon was in between them that she didn’t feel it immediately, but after a few seconds, she felt the same dark aura from earlier now radiating from Levi.  

"Mammon, just give me my money and then go crawl in a hole and die."

"I'll pay ya back Levi! I need a little bit more time. And wanting me to die after paying you? That's harsh."

"A LITTLE MORE TIME?" The demon roared. "YOU’VE BEEN SAYING THAT FOR 200 YEARS."

"Fuck man, get a job," Cass murmured under her breath.

Mammon chose to ignore her comment, though she knew he heard it. "Fine, I’m scum. I get it!" He played it off as a joke, but there was something there that struck Cass the wrong way. She glanced up at Mammon, getting a little more insight into the demon, seeing through the cracks.

"No, you're a lowlife, pathetic, waste of space."

Levi said the words with such finality and coolness that even Cass felt the weight of it. They may be demons, but that seemed too far. Weren't they supposed to be brothers? Cass stepped under Mammon's outstretched arm. Suddenly, she felt the need to protect him. Even though she knew it was useless, at least she'd die making an effort.

"Hey, he may be lowlife, but isn't he your brother? Damn, have some class."

Levi looked her up and down, before looking over her shoulder at Mammon. A silent question on his face. "Oh hey, Levi, Cass loves those doll things you collect! She has a huge collection."

Levi's face lit up. "You collect figurines?!? I'm still looking for this rare one from Diamond Dust, do you have that one? Humans are so lucky. It’s not fair that you get all the good stuff and you don’t even live that long.”

Cass blinked at the sudden shift in the demon’s demeanor. "He's fucking with you.”

Levi glanced behind her. “That ass. Do you realize he sacrificed you? He’s a total scumbag, but you just let him do that. I mean, how stupid can humans-"

"Care you elaborate how Mammon leaving leads to you killing me?" Cass interrupted. "I may be a human but watch who you call stupid. At the very least you can get him in trouble with Mr. Almost Silver Fox."

"Almost silver fo-? Oh, Lucifer. I mean, I guess you're not entirely wrong." Levi paused. "Wait, you’re a human. That’ll work. I have an idea, come with me."

Levi grabbed Cass's arm tugging her through the house. There were pictures and paintings along the walls. Cass recognized the brothers, but couldn't tell many details at the speed Levi was moving. She was struggling not to trip. His grip would most definitely leave her with a bruise.

Levi looked around frantically before shoving Cass into his room. He looked around once more before slamming the door shut. The sound of the lock deafening in the silent room. Cass stared at him waiting for an explanation.

"I think we're good. I can't have people thinking I'm hanging out with a normie human in my room. You don't even look like an Otaku," Levi spit out.

"Worried people might gossip?" Cass said with a wink.

"Of...of...c-c-course n-not! The only person my heart has room for is Ruri-chan! Who would gossip? That it's, that’s insane."

Cass laughed, spinning around to take in the room. There was a desk with glowing boxes on it and several cords coming from them. Cass stared at it, assuming they were larger versions of the D.D.D. Lucifer had given her, but not sure. There were also bookcases in one corner, overflowing with books and something Cass didn't recognize but was colorful nonetheless. Her hands danced near them, not touching them. Something told her Levi wouldn't appreciate that.

But that was the least impressive thing. The ceiling and two of the walls were glass, holding water and sea life. When she turned back to the demon, he was watching her with a confused interest. Any apprehension she may have been feeling being locked alone in a room with a demon was gone. Her hand landed on his upper arm, squeezing gently.

"LEVI, YOU LIVE IN THE OCEAN!" Cass beamed. "Or a glass box in the ocean. Do you know of fucking cool that is?"

"A-aquarium," he stuttered, his face turning red.

"Aquarium," Cass murmured back. She'd have to find a dictionary later. Her hand fell from Levi's arm pointing at a particularly adorable orange fish who seemed to stay near him. "What's this little fellow's name?"

Levi coughed. "Henry."

Cass gave him a small wave. "Hi there, Henry. Aren't you precious?"

"I DIDN’T BRING YOU HERE TO TALK ABOUT HENRY!" Levi yelled. Cass's hand fell as she looked over her shoulder at Levi. She was getting whiplash from the sudden mood changes. "Do humans ever think? You're such a normie. You walked into my room with me, a demon, and touched me without asking. I could kill you. I don't care if you're alive or dead."

"But you won't," Cass mused, not bothering to clarify that he dragged her into the room. She put her hand on Levi's arm again, just to prove she could. "Because you need me."

"What, that's, no. I don't. You're, you're just a human. Why would I need you?"

Cass shrugged. "From what I can tell, you don't want to be around people, and you especially don't want them in your room. So, the way I see it, you need me. And considering you're willing to invite me, a human with no power, nothing to give you, into your room, tells me I'm your last resort. And if I’m your last resort, it'd be the worst strategy to kill me."

Levi's eyes widen. For a moment, admiration flashed in his eyes before he looked away. In truth, Cass had no idea why he'd asked her here. But something told her she needed to calm him down. Her best plan was to distract him as Mammon had done earlier.  

"Fine," Levi grumbled, blowing his hair out of his face. "Look, Mammon is a scumbag, as you've noticed. He might as well be the Lord of Fools.” Cass cocked her head to the side, eyebrows knitting together in confusion. “From the Tale of the Seven Lords? Do you not know TSL? How clueless ARE you? How are you even human? Alright, sit down and pay attention,” Levi pushed her into the chair next to his large D.D.D.s. It rolled backward from the force. “I’m giving you a crash course.”

Levi started with facts about the fantasy series before covering the general plot. He became increasingly animated as he started describing the seven lords. She needed to get a copy of these books. Seven powerful brothers who seemed to be based on the ones she’d be living with, the books could be helpful.

Once Levi started talking about the third lord and Henry, she saw another crack in the family’s façade. It dawned on her. They were lonely. Lonely in a house of people. Now, she needed to learn why. What caused them to get to this point?

Levi gasped, shocking Cass. “I think I’ve done too much talking, my throat hurts. I didn’t even bring you here to talk about TSL. We came to talk about Mammon. He owes me money and I can't force him to pay me back. He's the second oldest and being the third oldest, he'd overpower me."

"What happened between you two? You seem to despise him, but he's still your brother, right?" Cass asked. This could be her chance to learn more about the rifts between the brothers.

"A long time ago, I was participating in this giveaway where they were giving away a Seraphina figurine as the prize. She's amazing and wonderful. She seems cold and aloof, but if you talk to her, you realize she's craving affection!"

Cass didn't answer, letting Levi rattle on about the character. She held back a smile as he started complaining about how Mammon treated the box. This is the kind of argument and frustration she expected from brothers. It held the same playful hatred she’d caught glimpse of in the Assembly Hall when Lucifer referred to his brothers as “this one”, the stifled laughs, the little jabs. Levi huffed as he dropped to sit on the edge of the bathtub. His shoulders slumped in defeat as he whispered something about Mammon being stupid, sleeping naked, and being too fast for him to hurt.

"I'm sorry," Cass interrupted, rolling forward and placing her hand on Levi's knee. "That's pretty shitty, especially since he knew it was important to you."

Levi looked at her, searching her eyes as if trying to decide if she was making fun of him. "Whatever, it doesn't concern you." He brushed her hand off, standing again. "What I need you to do is make a pact with Mammon. If you do, you can force him to pay me back! And he can't say no."

"A pact?"

"Yeah, haven't you watched any films? You trade your soul in exchange for his powers."

"Look, I don't mind helping, but my soul? I don’t want Mammon to have that."

"Well, it doesn't have to be your soul, you just have to give him something valuable."

"I don't even remember my last name, let alone if I have anything valuable. I can give it a try though."

Levi smiled, making eye contact for a moment before turning away. If I’m being honest, I don’t really care what you think. I have a plan. We need to find our bargaining chip. Something he’ll do anything to get back.”

-- -- --

Cass sighed, staring at the lights in the tree hanging over her bed. After Levi kicked her out of his room, she’d spent some time wandering the halls of the house until Lucifer came home. He’d shown her to her room before going to find Mammon. There was a commotion involving Mammon yelling and something breaking before silence fell over the house again.

She’d passed on the offer to join them for dinner, needing some time to think. Luckily, her room wasn’t too strange. At first it felt like walking into a garden, but she loved plants and couldn’t complain. There was also a spiral staircase leading up to the second floor that had a bed, a table, and her own bathroom. She could get over the few odd decoration choices like the skull and casket bookcases.

There were also special lights throughout the room that were enchanted to work like sunlight. She could set the times and strength, giving her some semblance of day. She noted they gave off more heat than the other lights in the house. In addition to being dark, the Devildom seemed to be colder than the human world.

After laying in bed trying to sleep for hours, she decided to start reading the TSL series. Levi had reluctantly let her borrow a copy, claiming it was an otaku’s duty or something. Opting to read in the plush, oversized furniture on the first floor, she draped the blanket around her shoulders and started down the stairs.

Halfway down, she froze. A figured stood in the middle of the room. Panic rushed over her. Lucifer had said they’d charmed the room so nobody could get in unless going through the door and even then it would be impossible if it were locked. Considering the walls were still standing, there was no reason someone should be here.

The figure was the same height as Asmo, but she knew it wasn’t him. Cass glanced at the door, debating if she could make it without them noticing. Her eyes went back to the figure and that’s when she realized something was off. They were almost translucent. Were there ghosts in the Devildom? Maybe the house was haunted and not just cursed.

Once her eyes adjusted more to the darkness, she could take more of the figure’s features in. Her white hair fell just past her shoulders, the tight curls bouncing with movement. The end of the curls faded into the same deep violet of Beel’s eyes. Her ears matched Levi’s, aquatic like. Cass could make out green eyes, the same shade as Satan’s. Three white heart tattoos stood out on her skin, the same tone as Mammon’s. At certain angles, Cass swore she saw white, feather wings. Cass was overwhelmed by how angelic she looked.

Her outfit only contributed to her ethereal beauty. The dark turquoise brasier was accented with gold and lace of a lighter turquoise. She wore legging like pants of the same color, long fabric of the light turquoise wrapped around her waist with gold accents. The makeshift skirt had a slit leaving one hip exposed and draped down like water. She wore what looked like a cloak over top, it fell off her shoulders, the large sleeves gathered above her wrists. It trailed behind her as she walked. Cass wasn’t sure what it was made from to give it the appearance of a cloud that appeared over a waterfall. To complete the look were golden bracelets and a golden head piece reminiscent of a Goddess’s crown.

“Hello?” Cass finally whispered, not able to hold it any longer. The figured didn’t seem to be a threat. If anything, they seemed lost. Lost and lonely.

The figure head snapped up staring at Cass. Their mouth fell open in shock. “Can you see me?” Their voice was soft, scared.

“Yes? Is that weird?”

“They can’t see me. I’ve tried to talk to them, but they can’t see me, no one can.” Cass’s heart broke at the sadness in the being’s voice. How long had they been here, alone? “I’m Lilith.”

“I’m Cass.” Silence fell around them. Cass walked the rest of the way down the stairs. Lilith’s breath was shaky, tears threating to fall. “Do you live here?”

“Kind of? I don’t, I don’t really know. I can’t leave, but I’m not alive.”

“Do you know the brothers? How long have you been here?”

“I did. I came here when I died to watch over them. I can’t really tell you more though.” Cass nodded, not understanding, but not wanting to chase her away. “Can you help me?”

“Leave?”

Lilith shook her head. “Save them.”

[thedawntreaders]

the prankster and his pasta. (edmund pevensie)

word count: 1.31k genre: comedy, fluff, golden age era, around maybe three to four years after they become kings and queens of narnia. author's note: this was based off an instagram video i watched and it made me laugh so hard that i had to incorporate it into a fic. enjoy :)

edmund pevensie enjoys terrorizing his siblings with pranks.

it's not that any of them are easily gullible, far from it actually; it's just that he comes up with antics so bizarre and unpredictable, not even intuition could prepare them for what he has in store.

the practical joke he's planned for today, however, is so, so simple and perfect. that's why this time, he doesn't take several days to consider what to do in case his brother and sisters catch on earlier than he'd like, because he knows they won't be able to. as he stuffs his pockets with uncooked penne, he wonders why he hasn't thought of this before.

now, you and the bewildered cook in that kitchen might be thinking, "what the hell, what is he going to do with that?"

it goes like this.

peter and edmund are working on a proclamation draft in their shared study. nothing largely impactful, rather an overview of what to expect for the upcoming harvest and the festivities that come with it. they work on it dutifully, exchanging thoughts as to how to structure the proclamation, where to truncate or expand a section of the document, and sounding out the words to make sure that it all comes together grammatically.

but it's been two hours and frankly, edmund thinks, it's time to have some fun.

when peter looks for a new ink bottle to replace the one that has run out, the younger quickly sneaks in two pieces of the pasta behind the other's back and keeps them hidden in his cheeks as he yawns, stretching his arms and back upward.

it's innocent enough. who wouldn't be a little tired? he takes a silent breath.

well, it's now or never.

edmund hisses out a "shit!" as he comes down from his stretch, hand dropping instantaneously to grasp his neck. to further sell the pain, he clenches his eyes shut and groans. by then peter has turned around, ink bottle be damned. the quick shuffling of feet against the wooden floor only adds to the picture of peter's concern edmund has created in the back of his eyelids.

"ed! aslan's mane, are you alright?"

"i think i got a crick in my neck. must have pulled something while stretching."

"here, here, let me see."

edmund peeks through his eyes, and watches how peter's eyebrows furrow in worry, and how his hand barely touches the neck, not wanting to aggravate the muscle. it takes much inner strength for the younger to steel his face into a pained expression over a smiling one. oh brotherly love, how pure it is. he really doesn't deserve him.

"could you maybe help me crack it? i think it could relieve the tension," he suggests, fluttering his eyes open. peter leans back and looks up thoughtfully. hmm. he has done that for himself before. and it felt somewhat better afterwards, even if not entirely cured.

"are you sure? it might hurt."

"couldn't hurt anymore than it does right now, pete. just, be careful please."

"we'll do a countdown, okay?" peter affirms.

it's too easy, edmund thinks, shifting the rigid pasta in his mouth to rest right between his teeth. when his brother comes behind his seat and rest his hands on the top and bottom of his head, the younger prepares himself mentally for the chaos that is about to ensue.

"3... 2... 1!" edmund bites down.

CRACK!

"ow ow ow! what the hell, peter!"

with the way peter shouts "aslan have mercy!" and the nasty sounding crack that accompanies it, susan, poor susan who happened to be reading peacefully next door in her own study, wastes no time to rush into the room.

"what. did. you. do?" she starts, her breath becoming more labored as she begins to register the sight in front of her. oh no. oh no. peter searches for the right words to say.

"he- i- susan, susan look at me, it's not what it looks like!"

"it hurts, i can't move my head," edmund whines, letting his lips tremble to add more effect. peter, for no discernible reason other than hearing his brother's broken and shaky voice, lets go of the head in his hands. seizing the opportunity, edmund lets his head tilt awry once more, and bites again.

CRACK!

this time both peter and susan scream in unison and edmund starts shaking and breathing erratically. to the elder siblings, it appears he's sobbing. truthfully, he's struggling to stifle his laughter. this is, by far, the funniest thing he's ever done.

"PETER!"

"I'M SORRY, i'm sorry! he said it hurts!"

"so you let go?" susan asks incredulously. edmund lets out another wounded cry. peter tries to move again but freezes when susan widens her eyes at him. he throws his hands up, and surrenders. susan makes her way back to the door of the room and peeks her head out.

"guards! call queen lucy here, and tell her to bring her cordial. now? no, go on a picnic and frolic in the fields. of course now! make haste!"

it takes no longer than ten minutes when lucy finally arrives, elixir ready in hand. when the guards called her, she thought perhaps lunch was ready. she didn't expect to hear the heart stopping news that king edmund has been gravely wounded.

he was supposed to write a proclamation today. did he somehow accidentally stab himself with a quill?

"i came as soon as i heard. what happened?" she asks, looking to edmund. so far, no feather sticking out of his chest. that's a good sign. but the way his head is tilted...

susan crosses her arms and presses her lips into a thin line. "peter, here, broke edmund's neck."

lucy's eyes widen as she turns to her older brother. oh aslan have mercy, that's even worse. "you WHAT?"

"i didn't mean to! he had a crick in his neck and he asked me to crack it out!"

"and you took him at his word? he didn't want you to literally crack his neck!" edmund chokes on the pasta. aslan's mane, lucy; does she have any idea how funny she is? he coughs down the pieces stuck in his throat and groans again to cover for himself. lucy looks at him pitifully, interpreting his lack of communication to mean that he can't even move his mouth out of such pain.

"oh edmund, it's going to be alright. let me help."

she twists the cap off. honestly, she was hoping to not use the cordial for any instances other than during battle, but this is a definite must. she can't have him paralyzed like this! but before she can land a drop, edmund closes his mouth abruptly and tugs her sleeve.

"huh? what is it ed?"

he fishes out a piece of the penne from his pocket, and shows her. at first, lucy is very puzzled. aside from the fact it's very strange he has pasta in his pockets right now, what does that have to do with anything? she tries to push his hand away.

but when he hums out a fierce "MMMPH" and even shakes the lower half of his body, lucy definitely knows he means for her to stop. so she does. it's after that, edmund points the pasta piece to his mouth and clenches it in his fist.

CRACK!

peter, susan, and lucy all blink. oh. oh.

"you little shit, i am going to kill you!" peter remarks, as lucy caps her cordial. edmund gulps down the remaining tasteless mush of penne in his mouth and starts cackling, jumping out of his chair and making a beeline to the door.

if the narnians of cair paravel see the just king attempt a valiant escape with his horse philip, and the three other monarchs tailing him from behind, they pay no mind to it.

[gaylmet4ever]

DEAD. ALIVE.

ilitw!mc (Devon) & ilb!mc (Harper)

Summary: After being freed from their confinements and the Power is purified. Devon and Harper have a chat.

Note: this is not beta read. Also a very spur of the moment thing. It's not an mcxmc fic, just two very sad and very traumatized people finding solace in each other.

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Devon exhales slowly, watches how his breath turns smoky and focuses on how he can feel it against his cheek. The damp wood of the cabin makes his sneakers soggy and he wiggles his toes. There's still a thrum of power under his skin, steady and buzzing. His hearing exceeds what a normal person should have but it's better than before, everything isn't so loud anymore. He tosses the baseball into the air.

"This doesn't really feel real, does it?" He says out loud to Harper, who's beside him.

Harper's curly hair is tied back, fingers drumming against her thigh. Her gaze is fixed beyond the forest line and Devon wonders if she keeps moving, and humming; touching and just breathing to remind herself that she's actually present and not non-corporeal.

Stuck in a prison. Out in the open. Dead. Alive. Real. Impostor.

Maybe he's just projecting.

She huffs, "tell me about it. But hey, we got away looking as hot as ever."

Devon grins, his tongue traces the edge of his teeth feeling the outline of them, "you know what they say, black don't crack."

He presses his fingers into the ridges of the baseball.

"...you went to see your parents?" She asks him, glancing his way. Brown eyes turning silvery-blue. That's funny, he thinks– Rowan, Harper and he have brown eyes….that now permanently (in the case of Rowan) or periodically look blueish.

"Yeah," he did, he told them the whole story too. When the Power was cleansed the whole town was witness and, four years became easy enough to explain. "How's your brother with all of this?"

"Exhausted. I don't blame him. He's been so strong for so long. And he's going to college now," and then in a whirlwind of fury, "fucking hell Dev, I'm so tired, aren't you? How the hell are we supposed to go back to normal after this?"

Devon doesn't know.

He swallows thickly, thinking back to the time when he was eighteen and how he wanted to end his misery so badly and how similar it feels now. And it's frustrating how it shouldn't be like this, they've been blessed with life again and for what?

He sees Harper rub at her wrists, where he knows there are scars. Her own pain. It's weird how he could always hear her when he was a ghost. How they could always sense each other. It still feels like they can.

Dead. Alive. Real. Imposter.

They've gravitated towards each other somehow and their knees knock together every now and then. He waits for her to move first, knowing that she isn't as quick to engage in physical contact like him.

And she does, reach for him. Arms wrapping around his. Head resting on his shoulder. He sighs, resting his cheek against the top of her head.

He feels her presence in the back of his mind, it's easier to find now that his conscience isn't as muddy, quicker to navigate.

I don't want to be alone again.

I know.

It was so fucking scary being trapped.

I know.

How did you handle being a ghost?

I don't know. It's okay.

He doesn't know if it's going to be okay. But Devon likes to have a positive outlook on life, even if it's not his own. Especially if it's not his own. He believes that maybe a happy life, a fulfilled life isn't in the cards for him. It's okay.

Real. Imposter.

Harper looks at him, and it's just them. Brown eyes. Nubian nose. Curly hair. He thinks that even if they should kiss, it would be just to fill the void of emptiness and loneliness in them. Peace and understanding. It's not like they have anyone waiting for them at home. People move on.

They do. It's good. They understand each other. It's okay.

"Do you think she's going to be okay?" Harper asks when she hears laughter echo from the cabin, Rowan laughing at a joke Abel cracked that definitely didn't deserve such roaring applause.

"She's got people with her."

"And we don't."

"Maybe."

Stuck in a prison. Out in the open. My body. Or not. Imposter. Dead. Real. Alive. Stuck in a prison. Out in the open.

They don't speak.

It's dark. There's an angry rustle of trees but they don't flinch. They can't flinch, you don't survive if you do.

Harper gasps, blood drips down her hands, black goo mixing with the scarlett.

The baseball drops from his hands, falling right through his palms.

Stuck in a prison. Out in the open. Dead. Alive. Real. Imposter. Dead. Alive. Dead. Alive. Dead. Alive.

Help me help me help me help me helpmehelpmehelpme

His eyes flash green and the world quietens.

Oh Devon…

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.

.

Are you scared?

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@itlivesproject I have no idea what ending you have in store for us. But such was a random idea in my head.

[acemapleeh]

Would ever you consider writing a continuation to frozen hope? Maybe some hurt/comfort?

I wasn't quite sure how to approach this but after sitting sadly listening to the RDR2 soundtrack, I attempted something. I hope this suffices. Here's a link to the original fic!

"Stay with me now. Christ, you've stayed alive this long, just keep your eyes open for me."

"Mattie," Alfred rasped, his own voice feeling far and not entirely his own. "I knew I heard you... I knew you'd come for me."

"He's still talking nonsense, are you sure you checked his head?"

"The poor boy's been stranded out in the snow for weeks. You don't need to have a lump on your head to be seeing things after being out in a blizzard like that."

"He's the luckiest son of a bitch alive I'll tell you that."

Alfred took a deep, rattling breath as he slowly opened his eyes and the world slowly began to filter in around him.

He was… somewhere.

Somewhere inside.

Out of the snow.

Still cold but warmer than he'd been in ages it felt.

He was laid out on a makeshift cot with a worn, wool blanket tucked tightly around him, almost pinning him in place.

He blinked at the ceiling of the shack.

Alfred's body ached fiercely, the tell-tale signs of death still lingering in his bones. He hadn't the foggiest how long he'd been alive but he could still feel the skeletal grip of Death's hand pressing his chest down.

He groaned quietly, hoping to muster the strength to sit himself up and figure out just where the hell he was. 

“Think you ought to stay in bed son,” a gentle warning came to his side. Alfred's glasses were missing, his mind only making up a vision of the person nearby.

He felt the presence of his father seated beside him.

"Dad?" the word didn't feel right leaving his lips.

He wasn't sure if he should be comforted, alarmed, or ready for a fight.

There wasn't enough strength in his arms to even attempt to reach for the weapon at his hip.

Alfred squeezed his eyes shut as pain began to be properly delivered throughout his body, now that his frozen blood vessels had begun to thaw; a hand found the back of his head and lifted it slightly off the pillow, placing a metal cup to his cracked lips.

He wanted to pretend he was still asleep, like when he was a young boy and Arthur had come to check up on him for the night but his favorite storybook was hidden right below his pillow- eagerly awaiting for the next chapter to reveal itself to him.

One of the foggiest memories Alfred had held onto of his father from his earliest of days was of Arthur propping him up against his shoulder as his small chest turned concave with the effort of fighting off an infection. He couldn't remember much from that time other than he never left his father's arms until it was certain he was going to live.

Even still, it would be some days for Alfred to sleep in his own bed.

The hand in his hair was gentle, the drink being poured down his mouth warm and tasted strongly of herbs and alcohol. It was a calming enough taste to let him crack his hazy eyes open once more.

"It's not quite a hot toddy, but it'll do you good. Drink up now." Alfred couldn't recall a time when his father had any prominent facial hair or his blonde hair darkening like a winter hare in summer... nor the last time he was this tender with him since he became a young adult- but it was certainly a change for the better.

Even the Midwestern accent suited him well.

"How's that treating you?" another man who wasn't his father asked anxiously. Mattie... his brother. Matthew with brown hair and a square jaw didn't look quite right but he was certain that it was him.

"It warms me some," Alfred breathed out, taking another small sip and making a face at the aftertaste. "Better than nothing, thanks." It still hurt to breathe and he knew if he had been handed the cup, he likely couldn't have gotten a proper grip on it.

Despite his words, he was still shivering like a leaf in a storm. He had to remind himself shivering was a good sign.

His mustached father helped prop him up and ran a hand up and down his back as he let out another deep set of coughs. His eyes were growing heavy, sleep pulling him as though boulders were weighing him down to the bottom of a neverending stream.

He heard a baby cry in the room and wondered vaguely where in the world Arthur had gone to acquire this one.

"Rachel, quiet that girl before she wakes the whole camp. Erik, get the man his glasses so he can make sense of where he is," the older man barked, a hand lightly slapping Alfred's cheeks to prevent him from falling back into unconsciousness. "Stay awake now. Tell me son, tell me about this Mattie. He your kin? You didn't speak much about your family while traveling these last six months."

"Mattie? He's... he's not here? He... I saw him in the mountains. I swear to the good Lord above I saw him. He always comes. He came to me in '93 when I was... was sick with the plague. My father too. They shouldn't- they fought in the war and..."

"No one was out there Alfred. Some of our men stumbled across you while trying to find food, buried under a bank of snow," he corrected in that soothing voice that should only be used on children. "You were dead, nature buried you to be sure of it, but something told every single one of us to dig you out and bring you back here."

When the baby was asleep again, Rachel came to Alfred's side, wiping a warm cloth across his chilled cheeks. They must have healed at least somewhat from his time out in the snow for the welts no longer stung at the gentle touch. When he turned to look at her, her eyes were red and teary, and he couldn't tear his gaze away.

"I'm so sorry- I took you… took you folks from your home," he wheezed, the pang of guilt in his chest resurfacing. He thought of his own big, lonely, cozy home in Massachusetts that he left behind and had been spared from his brother's rage. Of the coals Father would tuck under his mattress before kissing him good night.

Of the winter nights he and Matthew would curl in the same bed together, their bellies full of pudding and cider.

"Shhh," she soothed and Alfred wanted to cry at the tenderness.

At his lack of memory of a mother.

At the too many memories of his father.

"I'm… sorry," he gasped out again.

Erik had done as told and returned Alfred's glasses, the hastily built cabin coming into focus along with the tired faces of those who had been tested by God too much in a lifetime. They were all bundled in scarves and shawls, seeming to wear almost every article of clothing they owned at once to keep the cold away.

"You promised you'd get us to our new home," Erik's father, Owen, reminded, his hand strong on Alfred's shoulder. "We're still keeping you to it, young man. You're some kind of miracle sent and if you haven't given up on us, we won't on you neither."

He saw several other families in the room nod in succession and he couldn't describe the relief he felt at seeing every face of the people he'd been traveling the last seven odd months with.

"Mr. Jones," the father of the only Irish family traveling with them spoke up. "We'll all still gladly follow you through to California. You didn't force none of us to go West- you're the only thing that's got us this far at all."

There was a collective 'here, here' that echoed in the room.

"Davies, Tayor, and the others will be back with help," Owen continued, hand still firm on Alfred's shoulder. "We just gotta stay strong till they get back or this snow melts some."

The longer he was awake and the more words of hope flowed into him, the clearer Alfred's head became. His joints were still stiff but he knew he'd be back up on his feet in less than no time. These people needed food and someone to guide them. He couldn't allow any more time to be wasted on worries and woes of the past.

"Mattie- my brother, he was... he's a trapper up in Canada... writes me all the time the things he does. I ain't nearly as good a hunter as he is but our father taught us both to be mighty fine." Slowly, he tapped his fingers against his thumb, moving one digit at a time as the feeling in the tips began to return. "California ain't above our bend yet."

The cheers were louder than before, Alfred's now focused vision spotting grins and rosy cheeks among his people.

"Your father must be a good man raising two strong, young men like yourself," Owen assured. "He plan on heading out west with you someday?"

"My father? No, he's one of them Anglomaniacs you can say. You wouldn't catch him heading out this way in a hundred years," he scoffed, shaking his head. "My old man was as drunk as a fiddler’s clerk and highfalutin ass to boot. I'm the estranged son trying to find a new life out west is all; my brother's the good son and loyal to a fault. They'll keep each other company plenty."

Alfred finished what remained of his almost hot toddy and laid back in the bed, and though his energy was renewed and strong, his body was still fighting off the last bits of Death's unwelcome embrace.

The night was calm, and the wind was calm and still, leaving nothing but the sound of gentle breath and shuffling cloth to fill the dark space.

Hope slept soundly in her mother's arms.

Alfred's dreams brought him peace.

[asirensrage]

You said that you'd wanted to and wrote apage for From Dusk Til Dawn, what was your story going to be about?

I did! I even had a bit written and a playlist made for it lol. Um..I don't really remember. Let me find it. It took place after the show...

From what I remember, it was basically about Kate finding herself waking up in strange places with bodies and panicking because she thought she was being possessed again. The brothers take action to try to figure out what's happening to her and how they can save her.

It leads them to a bar and an oc who was either a seer or had some powers of her own. I don't know, I don't really remember tbh. This was years ago lol. It was going to be a Richie/OC fic with Kate/Seth as the other pairing. I had maybe a page written (and none of my notes saved ofc). I'll share it below lol. It's not great but whatever. The beauty of writing is that you get better as time passes (and this doc was originally saved in 2018...) FYI, the bit below isn't completely in order or fleshed out and rereading it makes me weirdly aware of how I improved lol.

Kate opened her eyes and looked around in horror. She wasn’t in bed. She wasn’t in the motel or in a car listening to the brothers argue with each other. She stood in an alley, blood dripping from the hand that held a heart. The body it belonged to lay at her feet. 

“No,” she whispered to herself. “No, no, no.” Her heart pounded in her chest, and she dropped the heart, curling her hand into her chest. This couldn’t be happening. Amaru was gone. The gate to Xibalba was closed. There should be no way…she couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think. Prayers flowed over her lips in whispers. The ringing of a cell phone jolted her out of her thoughts. The man’s pocket lit up faintly in the dark. She reached down, pulling it out of his pocket before ignoring the call. She could hear Seth’s voice in her head warning her that if she dialled, the call could be traced back. She didn’t care. This couldn’t happen again. Not again. 

“Who is this?” Her panic instantly started to calm at his voice.

“Seth?” her voice sounded so small. They would know what to do though.

“Kate? Where the fuck are you?” She could hear Richie in the background, calling her name, demanding to know what was happening.

“I don’t know. I just…I think I killed someone. I don’t know.” Her throat started to close up in fear. She thought she was over this. It had been months. “Seth, please,” her voice cracked.”

He swore into the phone. “Look around, anything that can tell us where you are?” 

She turned, looking out of the alley. “There’s a bar across the street. There’s a neon sign with two cats.” 

“Stay there. We’re coming.” 

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“What’s happening to me?”

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“This is your fault!”

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“There is one who may help you. If you can convince her.”  

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“I won’t let you do it.”

“You may not have a choice. I can’t do it again.”

“I won’t let you. We’ll find this girl. We’ll make her help.”

“Come on Katie-cakes, between the three of us? She won’t say no.”

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The trio entered the bar. It was not as crowded as they expected, but every table was filled. Seth motioned for the bar and Kate and Richie followed. Seth ordered drinks as Kate looked around. The band started a slow song that mainly had an acoustic guitar and a woman standing on stage, singing in a low voice. 

“How the hell are we supposed to know who we’re looking for?” Seth grumbled, passing around the drinks after paying the bartender. 

“It’s her,” Richie said. He motioned at the stage. “She’s the one.”

“How the fuck do you know?” Seth snapped. Kate sipped at the coke and listened. The woman was staring at the three of them as she sang. 

“They used to be just like me and youThey used to be sweet little boysBut something went horribly askewNow killing is their only joy”

“Well that’s creepy,” she heard Seth mutter. Kate shuddered, an eerie sense of déjà vu upon her as she stared at the stage. The woman was pretty and her voice was almost as hypnotic as Kisa’s dancing was. That didn’t mean she wasn’t dangerous. The song ended and the woman on the stage met Kate’s eyes from across the room. The woman covered the microphone before speaking quickly with the band. 

[lifblogs]

Lif’s Writing Year in Review*

*fics included are from multiple fandoms**

**star wars, httyd, lucifer, spn, gone (iykyk)***

***as always, please read ratings and tags

The Chaos - Vi Moradi is being interrogated by Cardinal, and his anger needs a more personal outlet than the electrocution chair. She must not crack under interrogation, but what he has planned... Can she endure?

Ride the Pain - Sam gets injured in a hard-to-patch-up place during a hunt, and he is all alone.

Fill It In - Ruby forces her blood upon Sam and in that moment he thinks it's all he's really needed.

Fermented Jogun - Ahsoka wants to partake in an eating contest. However, with her multiple stomachs filled up, the fruit she was eating had time to ferment. She's drunk, and Anakin wants an explanation.

Sweet Fat of the Hog - Ruffnut proclaims it's a special day, and Hiccup's about to find out why.

daddylucifer69 - Lucifer has created a TikTok.

Fixer-Upper - After a battle against the Empire, the Ghost is damaged, and the crew is stuck in hyperspace. They work together to fix up the ship.

Jedi Slaves - Obi-Wan, Anakin, and Ahsoka have become prisoners on Zygerria, and suffer the torment of slaves.

Less Than Ideal - Obi-Wan and Anakin are surrounded by enemy forces, and need to find a way out.

Not Your Average Crew - Kanan and Hera get into a fight, a fight that leaves Kanan feeling a little too hot. As he takes care of matters, Hera walks in on him.

Home In the Person Beside You - Ahsoka and Rex are hiding out on Carlac, and the guest room they are put up in only has one bed.

The Clinging Past - Sam doesn't want Jack awoken from the nightmares he's tormented with, so he finds a way to try and deal with them. But is he ready?

Are You Strange Like Me? - Sam has been broken in many ways throughout his life. Broken in the Cage, broken while his soul and body were separated. Now broken as a being with all the right parts where they belonged, but broken in his head.

Rain - The sky had opened up and rain was pouring down, but it did nothing to quench the fire that had taken over the FAYZ. The rain didn’t reach through the barrier. Sam held Astrid, watching the rain. Lana had healed his back and shoulder, so he was good as new, but he still had the memories of intense pain, the memories of trying to drag himself down the highway as fire burned behind him. Now it was raining. It was raining and it was out of their reach.

Why? - Dean doesn't think he deserves Castiel's love.

Abrion Major - Anakin, Ahsoka, and Obi-Wan lead their men in a battle on Abrion Major. In his arrogance, Anakin breaks the Jedi Code.

Right Now? - Kanan gets a migraine in the middle of a space battle.

A Sore Defeat - Kanan and Ezra go in to get supplies that the Rebellion badly needs, but it's all a trap set by the Inquisitors.

Who Is Caleb Dume? - After the genocide of the Jedi, Caleb Dume faces the exile ahead of him by becoming someone else--someone he's not proud of.

To the King - Dean is captured by demons and is taken to face his brother for the first time since he became the King of Hell.

In a Pitch Black World - Sam is having visions and dreams again from drinking demon blood. This night, he dreams of something he cannot put a name to, a future he could never want.

Like a Dream I Can’t Escape - Sam is having a PTSD flare-up, and a new symptom arises. The trigger seems to be his bed.

I Couldn’t Stand the Person Inside Me - Sam wakes early in the dark in his room, not feeling like his body is his.

Hidden In My Bones - Dean Winchester has a realization about Castiel, one that hurts beyond belief.

The Wail of Dying Stars - Sam comes back from the Cage speaking Enochian.

Hottie With a Body - Cas has an odd run-in with a man at a Gas N' Sip, and he tells Sam and Dean about it.

Don’t Call Me Sammy (Rewrite) - Sam Winchester throws himself into Lucifer's prison, ensuring that the Devil is locked away. But now, he's locked in there with him, and Lucifer has nothing better to do but to hurt him.

Blow Me, Dean - Castiel says "blow me, Dean," during an argument and sexy times ensue.

The Bone Faerie - Dean tries to draw the creature he's hunting away from civilization. He ends up violently attacked, helpless, and to make matters worse? The angels find him.

SAVE DEAN WINCHESTER - Castiel goes to Hell to save Dean Winchester, but something goes wrong, weakening Castiel, and Dean doesn't want to be saved.

On the Slopes of Aneine - During the battle against Infernua for the slopes of Aneine, Sam is impaled by a spear.

Running Out of Air - Lucifer decides to do more than just touch Sam's soul when he reveals himself to be possessing Castiel.

Glass Dolls - Sam is led to a room in the prison that he and his family are being held captive in. He doesn't know what twisted game will be played until he hears Dean screaming from across the hall.

[heartofspells]

i will answer but in the meantime tell me who are YOUR top 5 and elaborate

Ooooh. Deal! (just going for Marauders Era here, peeps)

5 - Frank Longbottom

I know we know almost nothing about him through canon, but I'm looking at this through a fanon perspective. Frank (at least my ideas of him and the fics i typically like his characterization in) is a soft, pliant little thing. He loves hard, protects fiercely. He's squishy and funny. But he's also the best sort of friend, unyielding in his loyalty to those he cares for. He's the sort that would give whatever he had to make someone's day just a little brighter. He would open his arms to someone he considered an enemy if they gave him enough reason, and he wouldn't bat an eye. But cross him, and there will be hell to pay.

4 - Regulus Black

Another one we don't know much about through canon, and that drives me insane. There was a small spotlight cast his way with the locket and him defying Voldemort, but no one ever even knew about that until the trio figured it out. He died with no one knowing his true colors, not even his brother. Sirius never knew where his brother's heart rested, and that makes me incredibly sad. Because I think Regulus loved Sirius so much. I think it tore him apart when Sirius left and turned his back on him. I think Regulus took on the role as Black heir because he felt he had no other choice. To me, Regulus is a grey area. I think he had reservations about his family's beliefs just as much as he had reservations about his brother's.

3 - Remus Lupin

Yes, I know. He's third. Don't shout at me. I love Remus. I love him so much, and honestly, he's nearly tied for the number 2 slot. I love the soft way about him, that care he takes with everyone he cares about, his patience. But the thing about Remus is he's unassuming. He's crafted this way about him that makes people purposefully overlook him, and I think that's masterful. Why would he want attention drawn to himself? He's a werewolf, a half-blood, a member of the Order, friends with two well-known purebloods. Whatever he can do to sway eyes away from himself, the better he'll be for it. But then he's this remarkably talented person, just as clever and sharp as his friends. He's got a mind like a whip, reflexes that would make any cat jealous. Remus Lupin is the whole package, but within that, he's got all these flaws and doubts that just make him so relatable, so human, and I love that about him.

2 - James Potter

My baby. <3 James is like a golden retriever. He's so loyal, the best friend anyone can ask for, simplistic is the best ways. He's sharp as a tack, knows exactly who he is. He's immature and a little egotistical, but I think he grows out of that as he gets older and sees what's becoming of the world. James Potter is what every person should be and aspire to. He's like a golden ray of sunshine (other than the bullying, but that's a different topic that i'll not get into now because yes, i have comments; he's not perfect) that bursts through the clouds when you need it most. And I'll stop now because I could honestly go on and on and on and -

1 - Sirius Black

Do I...need to elaborate for this one? It's Sirius. He has massive flaws, huge issues that are never fully addressed. He's suffered so much in such a short span of time, but it never altered who he truly is at his core. Loyal to those that deserve it, a fierce protector, mind like a whip that cracks even after years in the worst place that probably exists, and absolutely feral in the best ways. He's a little unhinged, more than a bit sad and depressed. He has moods that skyrocket and plummet. He's multi-faceted and I'll never stop singing his praises as long as I live.

[popponn]

seagull t-shirt. [itoshi sae x reader]

notes: happy bday sae. i didnt expect to fall for you yet here we are. his personality is really funny if you actually think about it. writing him impulsively with deadline haunting you is a funny break to have. anyway here is a fic about lovesick idiots who didnt realize how disgusting they are (rin is the main victim). warning: mild cursing. fluff rom com (almost crack-ish), post canon au (where itoshi bros relationship got better), please do not take this too seriously as i did not, sae is kind of smitten, written with f!reader in mind but could be read as gn!reader.

According to Rin, Sae is the worst kind of guy to be around with whenever you get involved.

Of course, when the younger complained—or, more precisely, bitched—about this to you, as if he was asking you to do something about it, you didn’t really get it. Sae is Sae, even when he was with you, you thought. He is as dry and blunt as ever—so you truly wondered if the difference was that much anyway.

Not to say, Rin probably wouldn’t understand how hard it was to get Sae to do lovey-dovey stuff with you. And no matter how much you love Sae, objectively you would never recommend him as a boyfriend. Or even as a friend, actually.

Sae always gets so stiff when you suddenly hold his hand in public at first—it got better, though not by much. Sae is also terrible to ask for advice—he is better off as a great listener, but Sae often comments so that too was crossed off the list. Also, there is the fact that Sae is a perfectionist athlete boyfriend who would stare at you like some possessed, expensive cat if you didn’t go with him on a morning jog.

Put simply, your boyfriend—while lovely in his own, kind of weird way—is one nosy, high-maintenance, complicated piece of shit, if you must review him objectively.

“You are fucking dumb,” Rin spitted at you after your explanation.

“Huh?”

“That tacky bird shirt,” Rin said as he browsed through his bookshelf. “The ug—the one with weird face.”

You tried to remember which one Rin meant. You did buy Sae many weird stuffs. Then, you remember the seagull one, “Oh! Is it the dancing seagull shirt?”

Rin groaned so loudly you were worried he would cry somehow. “That one.”

“It’s cute. It’s Sae’s favorite animals too!” you recalled it was also something you bought half as April fool joke and half as new pajamas. Not that Sae knew about that.

“He wore that to practice and nearly got into fight for it,” Rin said blandly.

“…what?”

“Some dumbass called it ugly to his face and shitty brother snapped,” Rin continued, deadpan all while taking out a thick book from his shelf.

You laughed nervously at that, “Like, he demolished them in soccer, right? As usual? You know how Sae gets some—”

“He called them fuckass and several other things to their face,” Rin cut you off. “He nearly got benched for saying all that before the match.”

At that, you felt yourself drawing into a literal pause. If Rin decided to censor what Sae said into ‘several other things’ while said ‘those things’ almost got your prodigy of mid-fielder benched in an environment where calling people turds or roaches are the norm—what the hell did Sae say?

“…I’m glad he didn’t then!” you exclaimed cheerfully, making a silent note to yourself to talk about this to Sae later at home. You never heard of this from him. “Look at Sae—balancing soccer duties and boyfriend duties! Even though it was over a shirt.”

Was this when he suddenly got clingy last month? Or was it when he suddenly made you wear only his clothes at home for a full week? Or was this when he suddenly offered to buy you a new furniture set?

Sae really is a mysterious man—in the way that he really likes to do or say something beyond your reason sometimes.

Talk about your questionable taste in men.

“…fuck it,” Rin muttered under his breath, throwing the thick book in his hand toward you. “You are just as bad as him.”

“Hey! I’m Sae’s impulse control, just saying!” you responded as you seamlessly caught the book. Were you anyone else, you wouldn’t have been able to, but hanging around the two Itoshi brothers really trained you for many things. Including catching a flying photo album. “…what is this for, Rin?”

“Nii-chan asked for it. That’s the thing he asked you to pick up from me,” Rin said.

“Oh…?” you blinked at it, flipping through it. Inside, a third of it was filled with old photos of Sae and Rin, while the rest were empty and unused. “Why though?”

“Who knows,” Rin offered, unreadable even though you had a feeling he knew. Then, with a burning glare, he added, “Now get out! Stop lounging in my bed as if you own it!”

“You really need to be nicer to your future in-la—”

“I said—get out!”

And thus with that, you were kicked out. The youngest child could be really brutal sometimes.

However, pushing all the dotting comments your mind formed for Rin aside, you decided to pull out your phone and call Sae as you walked home. You probably wouldn’t be able to talk to him for long, but you suddenly did want to hear his voice. The feeling was giddy and airy in some ways—which hinted you enough to not ponder upon it much while you were in public.

Then, within three beeps, Sae picked up your call. “What is it?” he said without greeting you.

“Yes, Baby, hi. My day is great, Darling, I miss you too,” you scoffed lightly, which only earned a hum from Sae. That day too, he was as unromantic as ever, just like how you were used to. “So, I have some questions.”

“Hm,” Sae hummed once again, wordlessly ordering you to continue. For that bossy attitude, you would give him ugly socks later.

“First, did you really almost get into a fight because of the seagull t-shirt?” you asked immediately, not wasting any time. “And why did you even bring that to work, seriously? That is for home-only, you know. Your handsome face would cry if they got paired with something like that.”

“I brought it with me by accident,” Sae answered, before staying silent for a moment. “…the rest are none of your business.”

“…oh, Sae…” you sighed, as fond as you were exasperated. Judging from his tone, this was just another thing he did with you as the reason, in one way or another. If only he could admit things like these out loud, maybe you would cease your ‘unromantic’ jokes.

“What,” Sae shot back sharply.

“Nothing!” you laughed. Quickly, then, you reverted to your mocking, stern voice, “Continuing—do you actually like the ugly clothes I buy for you?”

Your question was genuine in a way. As it would be funny if that was the case. Someone like Sae—serious, good looking, with high specs many of his fans dreamt of—liking all those gag punishments despite his fashion preference—it would be ironic, but funny.

“Hell no. They are as ugly as shit,” Sae answered without an ounce of hesitation, which baited out another laugh from you. However, softer, at the end of his answer, he said—

“They are from you. That’s the only reason we still keep them.”

Stunned, you found your words stuck in your throat for a moment. Then, smiling, you cooed, “Oh, Sae! I will buy you those socks with opening mouths for your birthday!”

From the other side of the phone, you could feel Sae’s judgment upon you. “Just don’t send them in some weird box this time.”

“I told you that one time was definitely a bad idea. Stop bringing that up already,” you chided.

“At least you are self-aware,” Sae responded.

Hearing him, you would never believe this was the same guy who would pick a fight for you despite his personality. But then again, this was Sae, full of many things underneath that unpleasant demeanor of his. At this point, you wouldn’t have him any other way.

“Oh, right, one more thing,” you remembered. “What is this photo album for?”

“…I must be off now,” Sae said suddenly.

“Huh? Why?” you blinked at his statement, surprised.

“See you at home later…” Sae stilled his words for a moment, before continuing them gently, saying it like a secret. “…Love.”

And just with that, your phone call ended.

Without you realizing it, your steps had come to a halt as you could only gape at your phone, holding said object and the photo album in your hand even tighter. “What the heck was that…?”

If your face heated up, that was your own business.

(Just like how Sae wanted to put your photos with him in that album, that would only be Sae’s business until he put a ring on you.)

[silverstream2]

Other DMC crack fic ideas (This'd be in an AU where Abbie stayed with Dante to help raise Nero):

-Baul/Abbie. Baul's attraction to Abbie is largely in the form of "pretty, tough lady Hot 👀", because she doesn't take any of his shit and, if she is scared of him (she is), she doesn't let that stop her from standing up to him. Or threatening/fighting him, if he threatens the people she cares about. (Which is her family and friends, but also just humanity as a whole.)

-Lady/Baul: Similar reasons as above, because I 100% doubt that Lady would take any shit from him either (or anyone, tbh), but with Lady being a better fighter than Abbie.

^ Both of these would largely be with Baul being the one (begrudgingly) catching feelings first. I'm honestly not sure if Abbie or Lady would reciprocate. I'm not sure if Lady would date a demon, especially one that started out challenging Dante to a duel to the death for Dante's soul, and is only settling for sparring matches with one of her best friends (Dante) as a weak substitute. There's also the question of, "Would Baul go after Nero, if Dante wasn't available/an option?" Even if the answer was, "Only once Nero is old enough to be an adult/older (like maybe early 30s or something)", then that's still too much. Because Nero is still a kid Lady has known since he was a literal baby, and Lady doesn't LIKE IT when people hurt the people she cares about.

Same problems for Abbie, only more so, because Nero is her son and Dante is basically her brother-in-law, and the only reason Abbie didn't just stand aside and let Dante kill Baul in Episode 10 is because of Modeus. Because she couldn't stand the thought of Dante killing someone (an old apprentice of Sparda's) that should've been a family friend to him (and Nero). Because Abbie couldn't stand to watch Baul and Modeus, twin brothers so alike and yet so different, die. It reminded her too much of what happened with Dante and Vergil. "I can't watch this shit again." And she didn't want Dante to have to do that, either, for similar reasons. It wasn't hard to figure how Modeus would react to his brother's death, and what Dante would have to do in response. He might act apathetic, but Abbie knows shit like that hurts him. And because Modeus dying would make Patty and Nero sad (just add Nero to the scene where Patty and Modeus talk in the park from the anime).

So, yeah. Lot of emotional baggage. I think it'd take Baul (and Modeus, tbh, given that in the anime, Baul was his only reason for living, which- what the hell happened to you two, my guy?) changing A Lot for Abbie to even be friends with Baul. And Abbie's demisexual and demiromantic, so like. Nothing doing, there, Baul, sorry.

If Baul ever DOES manage to change, (maybe post-DMC4, after hearing about what chasing after Sparda's power did to Vergil and seeing what the Order did?) then... MAYBE.

If that happens, I could see Abbie maybe fucking him once or twice, just out of sheer, pent up libido and loneliness. Lady might fuck him, if it was after a big fight and the rush of relief and adrenaline was high enough. I'm not sure what their romantic relationship, if they had one, would be like, for any of them, tbh- the anime didn't really give me anything to work with.

[jessikahathaway]

Dreaming of You - JJK M

Hello hello!

It's been a while. I apologize for that but I'm back with some serious smut does that make it better???

Anyways, here's a Kook crack fic because I am a simp for him.

Pairing: Jungkook X Reader (Jungkook X Reader)

Genre: Crack, Smut, Romance, Lil bit of Fluff

Warnings: *cracks knuckles* aight here we go. Smut Warnings: Oral, Female/Male Recieving, face fucking, throat fucking, cum swallowing, spit kink, daddy kink, name calling, degradation (Jungkook calls her dumb and stuff be she wants it I swear), unprotected sex (DON'T DO AS I WRITE pls), Creampie, lil aftercare, Jungkook is so in love, and so is reader pls save them.

Words: 8.9k

Rating: 18+

Summary: You and Jungkook had been dating a while, but you still hadn't. You know. Got jiggy with it. So this is a story, about how you resolved that problem.

These past five months of your life had been, eventful, to say the least. Hell, the past 8 months have been wilder still. Your boyfriend, Jungkook, is a former boytoy. Playboy, man whore, fuck bucket whatever you wanna call it, he was that. You were a little sheltered. Not like, amish sheltered, but sheltered, nonetheless. You weren’t a virgin by any means, but that's neither here nor there. Jungkook had been a notorious name around town. A server at the local diner, he was known to be flirtatious and entirely too handsome for his own good. And you? Well, you were a local high school counselor, helping the troubled youth of today.

More like: Helping teen drama queens and delinquents not kill each other on a day to day basis.

There was the odd time you did make a difference in some lives, but most of the time it was petty bullshit that could easily be solved by a little maturity. 

You two knew each other, it was a smaller town and most everyone knew everyone. You had graduated a year ahead of Jungkook but you both went to the community college together, although you knew each other and passed in the halls you knew he wasn’t a long term deal. He fucked a few times then ditched, that was his thing. He was notorious for running out of parties with different girls, it was what he did. 

You did your same old routine. School and work, funnily enough, at the same diner Jungkook still works at. But when you graduated college you realized home is where your heart lied. So you stayed. Grabbing a decent sized house near your grandparents that had raised you. And nabbing a new job that was infuriating yet rewarding.

Now, all you had to do was find a husband. According to your grandmother.

It’s not like she was forcing you, but she encouraged you to find a life partner, someone to share your home and life with. You know, real soft stuff.

But that’s when Jungkook had entered your life yet again.

In the form of a life saving event.

Very cliche shit.

You were drunk at a party on the beach and fell in the water, almost drowned but Jungkook saved your life. That’s when you two started to talk more. It wasn’t a big deal or anything like that.

Ahem.

Anyways.

Jungkook and you wound up dating-it totally wasn’t you drunkenly admitting you had feelings for him and then proceeding to throw up in his bathroom. No, that would be sloppy and unbecoming of a lady-you know what. It happened, and he somehow found it endearing enough to ask your frigid ass on a date.

At least that’s what your older brother Jin says. 

So, finally, you two have been dating for five months. It’s sweet and cute or whatever. 

But there’s one little problem.

You two haven’t fucked yet.

Not even like, a little bit.

Jungkook had said something about wanting to wait until you both were ready, and saying he wanted to do this right.

But for fucksake.

Five months? 

That’s a little long. At least you thought so. It was starting to make you feel as though you weren’t good enough. Now, before anyone thinks your worth is judged based on your sexual attraction to someone or something or however you play. You wrong, you’re worth much more. BUT. It hurt your pride. Just a little bit. 

You’d done the first kiss, an awkward little smooshing of lips between the two of you.

You’d made out of the hood of his car one night.

But everytime you go to take the next step?

“Not now babe, just wait a little longer.”

And you don’t want to pressure him, and you don’t want to go insane sexually... What else is a girl to do?

You’ve even done the classic going to bed in lingerie and wanting for him to come over, only for you to either fall asleep and him be too sweet to wake you or he winds up getting cold feet and not coming over at all.

It makes you a little sad, because you love Jungkook. You think about him when he’s gone. And how much you long for him to stay when he leaves in the mornings. Your sweet kisses that are shared on one of the many dates you do. You don’t just want to fuck Jungkook. You want to make love to him and all that hippie bullshit.

Okay, so you’re super soft for the guy.

He makes you want to be all smoochy and gross. 

There’s something about him though, that just makes your netherlands quiver, like some sex obsessed fiend. But you can’t help it. Jungkook is like a beautiful work of art, and you just want to tear into him like some fat piece of meat.

It’s all you could do to keep your hands off of him sometimes. 

The way he wears those fitted tops and just, ugh. He looks so damn good. But not only that, he has the personality of a fuckboy, flirtatious as a sinner and as sweet as honey. But his true personality. That’s what you love the most. A modest, nerdy guy who loved video games and banana milk. And, the cherry on top of it all. He loved you too.

You went out with a good friend of yours, Jimin, who was a former fuckboy himself. But was now married and had a boy on the way. To ask for his ‘sacred’ advice.

So, you were at the bar one night. 

That’s generally always a bad start.

Now, you’re drunk. 

Even worse off.

Thirdly, you’re listening to Jimin.

That is the fatal blow.

“Babes, listen to me,” he said, slightly buzzed from his cocktails.

“I’m listening o-sacred one,” you giggled.

“Good, cause my old ass is about to give you some good fucking advice,” he said, placing his hand on your shoulder.

“Less hear it,” you slurred.

“You need to be the prey in his eyes. You need to make him think that it’s all his idea. That you’re totally innocent in the things you’re gonna do. Like wear a short dress on your next date, or send a hot pic or something. Drop something and bend over in front of him to pick it up. Shake your ass a little harder to  Kayne for me, please. But that’s just a personal request, we'll discuss those terms later.”

“Prey in his eyes huh?”

“Exactly, find out what his kinks are, play into them,” he suggested.

“How?” you sat on the edge of your seat.

This is what desperation does to a person, folks.

“Like, maybe he’s a dom, maybe he’s a sub. Start there. Does he normally take control of things, or do you?” He asked. 

“He’s normally in control,” you said, thinking of his lustful kisses.

“Okay, so probably a dom then,” Jimin analyzed.

“How do I figure out more specific things though? Like things I can do to turn him on,” you ask.

“Well, see if a certain title gets a reaction from him. Like sir, master, daddy? Any of those?”

“Okay, what else?”

“Well, is he an ass or tits guy?”

“He’s an opportunist,” you answered.

Jimin laughed at your answer, before getting serious.

“Does he have a breeding kink? Cum kink? Am I getting warm?”

“I don’t know, it’s not like I’m out here yelling about ovulating or something,” you stammered.

“You should try that!” Jimin encouraged.

“Jimin I don’t know,” you said, suddenly getting self conscious.

“Hey bitch don’t you start negative talk that’s gonna sabotage all my efforts here,” he warned.

“Sorry sorry, I won’t. He loves me, I love him, game face is on,” you teased.

“Good, listen to me though. If that boy doesn’t last longer than a minute dump his ass.”

“That seems harsh,” you pondered.

“It’s not, especially not for someone his age,” Jimin stated.

“I won’t leave him because of something dumb like that Jimin,” you said, feeling oddly protective over something you had no idea of yet.

“Just, try different things. Life's too short not to fuck like bunnies while you can. I’m starting to get back pain if we go too long,” Jimin joked. At least, you hope he was joking.

“Okay, you’re right. I’m gonna go call him daddy and yell about ovulating,” you said firmly.

“That’s the spirit! Go!”

And you did. 

Go back home and pass the fuck out.

Listen, listen, listen.

You’re a notorious lightweight. 

But you had forgotten that Jungkook and you had planned a breakfast date that morning. So, when you hauled your ass out of bed you realized one: you had to puke. Two: you were late for your date. Three: Your period was four days early.

Scrambling to the shower you got in and turned the water up entirely too high making your head spin and fall out of the shower. Unfortunately, you had taken the towel bar down with you. Jungkook had his own key for your place now, so, naturally he let himself in. And when you fell, a cry came from your lips and a loud thud. Jungkook, ran in to find you on the floor, hungover and covered in towels. 

“Baby what happened?” he asked, rushing over and placing his hand on your head.

“Jungkook?” 

“What happened, did you fall?” he asked, looking at the running shower and your soaked body.

“Yeah,” you whimpered, Jungkook pulled you into his arms and patted your head to look for any sore spots.

“Do we need to go to the doctor?”

“No, I’m okay,” you whispered.

“Did you go out with Jimin last night?”

“Yes,” you said, wiping the water off your face.

“Sweetheart you drank way too much,” he chuckled.

“No,” you lied, biting your lip, trying not to die of embarrassment.

“It’s okay, big baby,” Jungkook laughed.

“Thanks... daddy,” you said softly.

You felt the harsh floor hit your ass as Jungkook dropped you.

“Ouch!”

“Sorry Y/N!” Jungkook hastily apologized.

He helped you to bed and the topic never even came up. As if dropping you was a regular occurrence. You couldn’t help but be slightly bitter. You really wanted that to work, cause it might have been a kink of yours. Can’t win them all you guess.

You reconveened the meeting of the minds with Jimin over a facetime later that night long after Jungkook had gone home.

“So your dumb ass was too hungover to get a sensible thought to go through your head?” 

“Listen,” you started. “I may or may not have been hungover, but don’t call a bitch out. Rude as hell, however I called him daddy and he dropped my fucking ass.”

“That’s oddly poetic,” Jimin commented.

“Shut up, I still have a bruise,” you complained.

“Well, Daddy’s out for now, so. Try just, doing something scandalous. Show off some sideboob hell, this is serious!”

“I can do my best,” you said, looking down at your girls with motivation.

A few nights later, Jungkook came over for dinner and a movie. You picked just a mindless action flick, but it would no doubt enthrall him. 

You dressed a little skimpier than usual. A tighter dress to show off some of your cleavage, you had Jungkook entranced at the door. 

He was way more touchy tonight you noticed. 

Coming up behind you and kissing your neck gently.

“Smells good baby, whatcha cooking?” he asked, leaning his head over your shoulder as his arms came around your waist.

“Just some cheesy alfredo noodles, nothing too crazy,” you said with a grin.

“Ooh, fancy pants,” he said, landing a tap on your ass that was gentle but noticeable.

“Not really, but I’m glad you like it so far,” you said.

“May I kiss the chef?” Jungkook asked, leaning for the corner of your lips. 

“Please do,” you agreed, turning to connect your lips with his. 

“Mmm, baby,” he smiled as you wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him in tighter. 

“Missed you so much these past three days.”

“Yeah? How much?” 

“So much, Jungkook,” you whispered, breath fanning over his lips.

“Me too,” he agreed before bringing his lips back to yours.

Your mouths melded together as he led your hips towards his.

“So sweet, what are you drinking?” he asked, licking his lips.

“Peach soju,” you smiled.

“Mmm tasty,” he said, moving to turn away from you. No doubt to go slam the rest of that peach soju.

You grabbed the belt loops of his pants and pulled his pelvis against yours. “Baby, don’t leave me yet,” you whined. Jungkook made a small growl in his chest as he devoured your lips this time, gripping at the back of your dress with his fingers. You mewled at the action, leaning forward to press your body against his harder.

Jungkook pulled back suddenly, causing your head to swirl with confusion.

“Just a second, I need to go use the bathroom,” he said, waddling down the hallway.

Your dazed mind believed him.

But when he did finally come back he was flushed, like he wasn’t feeling well.

“You okay Kook?”

“Yeah, just, felt a little off for a second,” he said, skin returning to its normal color as he calmed down it appeared.

“You were gone for a long time, are you sure you’re feeling okay?”

Jungkook’s cheeks got warm as he looked at you.

“Much better,” he said, patting your leg gently. You’re not entirely convinced, but he brings his lips to yours briefly. You kissed him gingerly, but he pulled back before much else could happen.

“Well dinner is ready,” you said, bringing the dishes to the table. Jungkook hurried to sit down, ready for your cooking. You smiled as you set his meal in front of him, moving to sit down as well.

“Babe it looks amazing,” Jungkook said, eyes wide.

“Thank you, it’s nothing special but it’s always a fail safe,” you explained.

“Well I’m excited,” Jungkook said, digging in.

“I’m glad baby,” you answered before grabbing your own fork and eating.

The meal passed relatively uneventfully. You asked about work. He said it was the same as usual.

“Is Mrs. Lebanskyi still trying to set you up with her granddaughter?” You giggled.

“No, I think after the fortieth no, I have a girlfriend, she finally got it. That and I may have put a rather disturbing image in her head just for good measure,” Jungkook laughed.

“Ooh, disturbing image. Do share, do share,” you said.

“Don’t you know that mysterious guys are more attractive?” Jungkook teased.

“Oh I bet,” you said, sipping your wine.

“Well, how's turf wars going?”

“Shelby is currently winning but Duke has been making some power moves lately,” you commented.

“Always liked that kid,” he said in reference to Duke. He was your troublemaker. But he had a great sense of humor.

The rest of dinner passed quietly. 

You and Jungkook both cleared the table, washing the dishes and settling down for a movie. Jungkook sat down on the couch, looking at his phone for a few minutes. 

Now it was time to initiate your newest plan.

“Hey babe, I’m gonna take a quick shower,” you said, moving towards your bedroom.

“Okay!” Jungkook said, head still in his phone.

“Be right back,” you stated.

“Kay,” he responded.

You got in the shower and washed yourself down. You shaved and put on Jungkook’s favorite lotion, then you forewent a bra, as well as putting some of your fancy panties on. Hopefully this next move would get those panties of yours to come off and get thrown towards some random corner of your bedroom. Or living room. Or kitchen. You weren’t picky at this moment.

So, you finally made it out to the living room, damp hair and shorts on. 

It’s time to put seduction plan number two into motion.

“Hey babe,” you said, sitting down and reaching over him to grab the remote.

That’s when you saw it.

Jungkook’s eyes were trained on your chest. You pretended not to notice, turning the movie on and settling into the couch with Jungkook. 

You sat with your arms crossed. Watching the action race across the screen. You stretched out your legs and had them draped over Jungkook’s lap. You watched the screen with tired eyes, when you felt Jungkook’s hand on your bare leg.

His eyes were still on the tv, but his hand was rubbing your leg slowly.

You tried to keep a neutral expression, but he was touching you... And his hands were so warm...

Jungkook turned to you for a moment, making your heart lurch into your throat for a second. Play it cool, play it cool.

You knew that Jungkook wasn’t stupid, but you weren’t sure if maybe this was pushing it a little too far. You could just do the adult thing and ask him if he wanted to have sex and why he hadn’t been more intimate with you but, where’s the story in that?

“You’re wearing that lotion I like,” he said, smiling.

“Well, you’re here so might as well spoil you a bit,” you said.

“I appreciate it,” Jungkook said, coming closer to bring your lips together.

“I was hoping you would,” you said, kissing him back gently.

Jungkook wrapped his arm around you, bringing your lips together sensually almost. The urge to rip your clothes off and have your way with him were strong in this one. But, you refrained. He has to think it’s his idea. His idea-oh god his lips are so soft, and plush beneath your own. Your mind almost went blank at the action of his hand coming up along your waist and pushing you onto your back.

Your lips parted as you stared up at Jungkook with pupils blown wide and breaths coming in short gasps. He looked at your eyes, then your lips as he connected your mouths again. You wrapped your arms around his neck and brought him closer. It wasn’t enough, you wanted him closer still.

Jungkook pulled away slowly, as if savoring your kiss.

“You’re so beautiful,” he smiled, brushing some of your hair out of your face.

“Thank you Jungkook,” you whispered, moving to capture his lips yet again when he put his hand on your shoulder.

“I think I’ve gotta get going, it’s almost eleven and I have to work in the morning,” he said, sounding just as disappointed as you felt.

“Okay Kook,” you said, sitting up to give him a hug.

That’s when you felt it.

A distinct prodding at your stomach.

You moved back to ask him about it when he placed a quick kiss on your lips, effectively dazing you before rushing towards the door.

“Bye babe! I love you!” he hollered, running out of the house and leaving you thoroughly confused and horny in your living room.

Soon after that even your work friends were starting to wonder if you were frustrated about something.

“Y/N, are you sure you’re alright? You haven’t touched your food,” Hoseok said, a good friend of yours who was the literature teacher. 

“Hobi, I’m gonna ask you something and you have to help me out. Jimin’s advice has failed me before and continues to do so to this day, but you-you’ve never led this lamb astray before, can I have some advice?”

“Of course, what’s the trouble?”

“My former playboy boyfriend won’t fuck me,” you said, covering your face in embarrassment.

Hoseok choked on his drink and looked around the office to make sure no one heard your debauched statement.

“Okay. Okay, rewind. Jungkook.”

“Yes.”

“Your sweet loveable boyfriend Jungkook.”

“Yeah.”

“Good communicator and flirtatious server Jungkook.”

“That’s the one.”

“Have you thought of, I don’t know, asking him?” Hoseok said, smacking you upside the head gently with a few papers.

“Hey,” you whined.

“You’re such an idiot sometimes,” he laughed.

“What do you mean?”

“Firstly, for going to Jimin for some kind of advice that’d only work in a romance novel.”

Oops.

“Secondly, for listening to any advice that came out of that idiot’s mouth,” he continued.

“This is feeling less like helping me and more like roasting me,” you complained.

“Partially because it is, but anyways. To the advice column of our paper,” Hoseok joked. “Well, talk to him and figure out what’s going on. Or if all else fails just show up to his house in a trench coat and lingerie, there’s only so many ways to seduce someone.”

--

Okay, you know this was a dumb idea.

But there wasn’t much else to do.

It’s the middle of the night, you’re standing outside of Jungkook’s apartment with a stupid peacoat on and your trusty pale pink babydoll. Your legs were freezing. You knocked on the door before you could think better of it and waited. Your heart was beating out of your chest. Eventually, a sleepy looking Jungkook answered the door. He looked at your attire and then up to your face.

“Babe,” he greeted.

“Hi Kook,” you said, biting down a shiver.

“It’s a little past midnight,” he said, looking at you with confusion.

“I know,” you answered.

Jungkook continued to stare at you before you couldn’t help the shiver that ran over you. Teeth chattering and body shaking, Jungkook’s eyes softened and he opened the door wider and urged you inside. Rushing into the living room you turned around to face Jungkook.

He was shirtless, a pair of joggers on and his phone in hand.

“We need to talk,” you said, looking at him with nothing but love and a little bit of lust because damn he looks so good-no! Damn it, try to focus Y/N.

“About what baby? It’s almost one in the morning,” he said, coming forward to take your hands.

“I don’t want to break up,” you said. Jungkook cocked his head to the side and pursed his lips.

“Okay-were you thinking that you did want to break up?”

“No! God no, not ever. I love you Kook,” you said, palming his cheek.

“Then why are you telling me you don’t want to break up? Are you drunk? Have you been out with Jimin,” he started to scold you, when you pulled him to your lips gently. He quieted down a little but pulled away nonetheless.

“Y/N, what is going on?” he asked.

“Jungkook, how long?”

“How long what?”

“How long are you going to make us wait?”

Jungkook’s eyes narrowed.

“What are you talking about, quit beating around the bush and just fucking tell me what-”

“Why won’t you fuck me?” you asked, blunter than you had intended.

Jungkook balked at you before he replied. “What?”

“Fucking, sex, making love whatever you wanna call it, why aren’t we doing it?”

“Baby-it’s one in the morning I don’t think this is the time or the place to have this conversation-”

“What conversation Jungkook? Are you just not attracted to me? Or is it someone else? Why?”

“Not attracted to you-Y/N, do you hear yourself?”

“My ears work fine,” you glared.

“Great, cause they’re about to get some use.”

You were going to argue some more, feeling rather defensive about the whole thing when Jungkook blocked your path.

“Not attracted to you huh? You think I haven’t noticed what you’ve been doing? Little fucking tease, that’s what you are. Calling me daddy, wearing no bra and those shorts as well as my favorite lotion. Now the trench coat-”

“It’s a peacoat,” you corrected.

“What the fuck ever, what I want...” he swallowed thickly. “What I want is underneath it anyways.”

“What do you want?” you asked.

“What I’ve always wanted from you,” he smiled. He approached and opened your peacoat, button by button.

Gently, he peeled back the coat and let it drop to the floor. Your lingerie decorated your body perfectly. But Jungkook didn’t even look at it. His head dipped as he came closer, your heart was in your throat. Was this actually working?? The fuck??

But, all you felt was Jungkook's lips right above your left breast.

“This is what I want,” he said against your skin.

“My boob?”

“Your heart you idiot.”

“Lot of harsh words being thrown around right now,” you sniffed. But even you could help the small smile that came to your lips as Jungkook backed up. Carefully, as not to scare him away, you lifted your hand to his chest and laid your hand over his heart. “This is what I want,” you repeated.

“My boob?” he joked.

“Yeah,” you teased, pushing him back a little. When he frowned you sighed and nodded your head. “I want your heart too babe, always.”

“You’re such a softie,” he smirked, coming forward to kiss your head.

“Yeah yeah, only for you babe, only for you,” you warned.

“That’s all I care about,” he smiled.

“You’re such a little shit sometimes,” you growled.

“Sorry,” he said, trying his best to look sheepish.

“God sometimes I wonder,” you said, laughing.

“Anyway babe, about the other thing,” Jungkook said, looking at you.

“Huh?”

“Have you forgotten that you’re literally standing in my house in lingerie and heels?” he asked, incredulous.

“Sorry, my bad,” you sighed. “Here hand me my jacket, I’ll get out of your hair so you can sleep,” you said.

“Wait babe-”

“No, I get it. This isn’t the time nor the place to discuss that, I shouldn’t have woken you up-”

“Babe if you walk out that door in that set and I don’t fuck you, I have done both of us a disservice.” 

It was your turn to look shocked. “What?”

“Babe, I admit I was holding out on you,” he said, rubbing the back of his neck. “I was used to being used, and people saw me as an object and not a person, but you changed all of that. You showed me what love is, how a relationship works. And I’m so grateful that you did. Because being with you is my greatest joy. Honestly. God I’m such a simp for you babe, for real. But-But with sex, I was worried that maybe all you wanted was that you’d slept with me exclusively. I know it’s dumb but I was insecure at first. Now-Now I’m ready to take that step with you, if you want.”

“Jungkook, don’t say something if you’re really not ready I’m being an idiot and-”

“Well you’re always being an idiot. But right now you’re onto something,” he encouraged.

“Okay, burn me, that’s fine. But, what do you mean I’m onto something?”

Jungkook groaned.

“Do you want me to spell it out? G-E-T I-N B-E-D-”

“Speak my language please,” you snarked.

“Get in my bedroom,” he said, walking and opening the doors to fucking heaven at this point.

“Are you serious?” you asked. 

“As a heart attack,” Jungkook responded.

“Holy shit-okay,” you said, walking towards the bedroom. Jungkook swatted your ass as you walked past him.

“Get on the bed, put your coat on the chair,” he said. You did as he asked, putting your jacket down and climbing onto the bed. You realized you still had your shoes on, moving to take them off you heard a snarl from the otherside of the room.

“Did I say to do anything else baby? Keep those heels on, it’ll be the only thing you wear when I’m fucking you,” Jungkook growled, walking towards you like a man starved.

Your heart wasn’t prepared for that statement, almost giving out at the last minute, before you could even suck his dick. What a shame, but a way to go nonetheless.

That’s when Jungkook’s hand gripped your jaw, not tight enough to hurt you, but enough to get your attention from your wayward thoughts. “Listen up babydoll, if you need to stop, say something. Make a safeword right now.”

“Uh-um, I’m really not good under pressure Kook-”

“I’m not fucking you until you think of one,” Jungkook said.

“Fine, fine. Uh-strawberry,” you answered.

“Alright, if you say strawberry at any point we’re done for the night okay? If you need me to slow down just say yellow, and if everything is okay tell me green,” he announced.

“Why couldn’t red be my safeword?”

“I just like to watch you struggle sometimes,” he smirked before bringing his lips to yours seductively.

You wrapped your arms around his neck and kissed him back fervently. Like this might be the last time you get to kiss this man in your life. Jungkook licked the seams of your lips, asking you to open your mouth for him. You did just that, opening your mouth and letting his slick tongue inside. You moaned when Jungkook wrapped his tongue around yours, showing you just a glimpse of the pleasure he could pull from your body.

“Baby,” you whined when he pulled back, mouth hanging open and chest heaving.

“I’m not your baby, sweet thing, no no. Call me Daddy,” he said, holding your head back so he could nip and suck on your neck.

“Wait, I thought you didn’t like that?” you asked, looking at him.

“What do you mean?” he questioned pulling away from you.

“You dropped me on my ass the last time I called you that,” you said, reminding him of your little experiment.

“Did you ever think that you shocked me by randomly calling me daddy outside of the bedroom?”

“Well, I mean I thought about it,” you sniffed.

“Clearly,” he snorted before pulling you back in, kissing you feverishly.

You whimpered into his kiss before wrapping your arms around his torso.

“Fuck, you’re so god damn sexy,” he groaned.

“You too Kook-”

“What did I say,” he snapped. “I’m not your baby, I’m not Kook, I’m your daddy. And you better start fucking acting like it before I punish you.”

His words sunk in and you nodded demurely.

“Yes Daddy, I’ll behave,” you said, biting your lip.

“You will huh? We’ll see about that,” he teased before pushing you down onto the bed, climbing on top of you and kissing your jawline, leaving wet kisses along your heated skin.

You moaned underneath him as he worked his mouth over your jaw and down to your chest.

“Such pretty tits baby,” he said, pulling them out of the lingerie. His eyes sparkled as he unwrapped his present like a kid on christmas. You arched into his touches, watching with rapt attention as he brought his mouth over your nipple. Your reaction was music to his ears.

“Fuck daddy,” you mewled, looking at him with stars in your eyes.

“Mmm, so sweet babydoll,” he said, laving his tongue over your breast salaciously. You moaned at the contact, shivering when he blew on the wet skin. He brought your hands up above your head, holding them there by the wrist. If you tried hard enough you could escape but you didn’t want to upset him, and a part of you didn’t want to escape him, you wanted all the pleasure and torture he could give you.

“Feels so good daddy,” you whined, rutting against him like a bitch in heat.

“Just playing with your tits and you’re already so responsive. Fuck I should’ve done this sooner,” he lamented, pulling your nipple into his mouth and sucking on it harshly.

Your cries were softened by the very torturous lips that were bringing you such pleasure. You struggled to keep yourself under control. You feared chasing him off originally, now you were afraid of the fucker teasing you to death.

“My beautiful doll,” he smiled, looking at you with adoration in his gaze. “Open your mouth.”

You didn’t question him, you just opened your mouth like you were told.

“Suck on these fingers, get them nice and wet so they can fuck you good,” he said, bringing his pointer and middle finger towards your mouth. You sucked his fingers lewdly, taking them so deep your lips hit his knuckles.

“That’s it, good girl,” he praised. “Now, you’re gonna take those panties off.”

You flushed, trying to keep your composure but-his voice was like pure sin. You couldn’t explain it better than that. You wanted to hear it more and more, you wanted him to talk to you like you were a dumb little bitch-which you weren’t (most of the time).

You weren’t sure if you were into that kind of degradation but, maybe, with Jungkook? Maybe you could see it as a thing.

“Jungkook?”

“How many times-”

“No-time out for a sec before we really get into this,” you said, wringing your hands together.

“What is it? Do you wanna stop?”

“No! No no, I’ll literally die if you don’t fuck me but-”

“This sounds like it’s going to be a boner killing conversation-”

“Bitch what did you just say to me?”

“What did you want to say babe, what’s wrong?” he asked, rubbing your thighs gently.

“Well. I was wondering... maybe we could do like... I don’t know-you call me mean names and stuff?”

“Like degradation?” he asked, raising a brow. “Consider my boner intrigued.”

“Yeah. Are you down for that?” you asked.

“I think that could be hot, but I don’t want you to feel bad about anything,” he said, biting his lip.

“Nah, I know that’s not what you actually think about me, no worries babe. But like, call me a dumb slut or something I don’t know,” you said lamely.

“Well then, I’ll call you a dumb slut and go from there,” he laughed. 

“No! I’m serious! I wanna be degraded,” you encouraged.

“Alright I hear you I hear you, but I can’t just whip it out and be like-dumb slut! That feels weird to me,” he shrugged.

“We’re supposed to be having sex right now but I had to open my big fucking mouth and ruin it-”

“I wonder why some people like degradation,” Jungkook pondered.

“This is getting us nowhere, nevermind just forget I said anything,” you sighed. 

“No babe, I wanna do this how we’re both gonna like it. Maybe we should talk more about it tomorrow, and just sleep tonight huh?”

“No! Please please please don’t just sleep on me, I’m literally ready to go, I swear,” you answered. “Please Daddy, please fuck me.”

“See I’m not in it anymore so it just feels weird to hear you say that-”

“Jungkook are we really not gonna have sex after all this?”

“I dunno. I’m kinda tired,” he yawned to emphasize his statement.

“I’ll suck your dick, please, I’ll do anything to feel you-call me a needy bitch or whatever cause it’s true I'm a needy bitch for your dick daddy please.”

Jungkook’s brows raised in interest. 

“You want it that bad huh?”

“Yes. I want it so bad please,” you begged.

“Alright baby, alright I’ll give you my cock. That’s what you want isn’t it? My big fat cock in that tiny pussy huh?”

“Yes,” you moaned, laying back into the pillows. 

“I bet you do you whore,” he growled. “You come here in the middle of the fucking night because you’re so hungry for dick. I bet you’d crawl on the floor if I asked you to, huh? I might just have you crawl for this dick.”

“I’ll do it daddy, I’ll crawl, I’ll grovel, I’ll do whatever you want just please daddy,” you begged. 

“Alright, I’m gonna fuck you dumb,” he snarled before coming forward to kiss you again. 

You accepted his kiss and let him dominate the passionate exchange before whining and rutting against him. You were a dumb slut who wanted his dick more than anything in the world right now.

“Please daddy, give me your cock. Wanna suck it like a good girl,” you said. 

“Aww my baby slut wants to suck my cock huh? Should I give it to you? Do you think you deserve it?”

“I don’t deserve it,” you whimpered. “I’ve been so bad, coming to daddy’s house so late and demanding his cock but if you let me, I’ll be so good for you.”

“Mmm, come here my baby,” he encouraged, moving you down so your body was flat but your head was propped up on a pillow. “Gonna fuck that dirty mouth of yours. Then I’m gonna cum and you’re gonna drink it like the good little bitch you are, and you’re gonna thank daddy for giving you such a reward when you’ve been nothing but a disobedient little shit.”

“Thank you daddy,” you said before opening your mouth up to him. Jungkook wound back and pulled his pants down. You kept your mouth open, waiting for him to give you what you wanted.

Finally, you gave a small whimper and Jungkook freed his cock from his underwear and your eyes bulged. His cock wasn’t like-pornstar huge-but it was pretty big, thick and ready for your wet mouth.

“Open up wider, daddy’s cock won’t fit otherwise,” he said, scooting forward so that he was straddling your face. 

“Fuck my throat daddy, I’ll be good,” you pleaded. 

“That’s a good girl,” he smirked. “Nice and easy.”

He slowly eased his cock inside your mouth, giving you a few seconds to get adjusted before pushing a little further. You bobbed your head forward as much as you could but Jungkook was also thrusting at the same time, making you cough a little as he hit the back of your throat. 

“Gag on it, yeah, fuck like that,” Jungkook moaned. “Love watching you struggle to take it all.”

You struggled to keep your throat relaxed as Jungkook thrusted forwards, fucking your mouth and throat. You whimpered under him. Jungkook was whispering the nastiest shit to you the whole time, effectively ruining your panties as you struggled to keep up with him.

“Fuck you are a nasty little bitch aren’t you? Fuck, love watching you suck my dick. I’m gonna fuck your throat raw baby, gonna fuck it so deep and hard then I’m gonna make it all better by cuming down your throat to soothe the ache. Aren’t I such a nice daddy baby? Even though you’ve been so bad? Fuck your mouth is so hot, I love it. I love you,” he moaned. 

You wanted to respond but you were rather preoccupied. 

Jungkook was brutal at certain points, making your head spin with the lack of oxygen. But he seemed to know your limits pretty well because just before you’d want him to let you breathe, you would feel him let up. Giving you some air. 

Jungkook’s groans turned to whines above you as he continued to fuck your throat.

“Gonna cum baby, gonna cum down your throat and make all that hurt go away. And then what does my special girl say huh? What do you say after that?”

You choked on his cock once more in lieu of a response and let him do whatever he wanted.

“Here it comes you dumb slut. Drink my cum,” he groaned, body tensing before he shuddered a few times and you felt the warmth of his cum go down your throat. You choked again and Jungkook brought his dick out of your throat and let you swallow the rest. 

You wheezed a few times, feeling the sweet air in your lungs. 

Jungkook took your jaw in his hands and kissed you senseless for a moment. Jungkook’s lips were swollen from him biting them and from your previous kisses. 

“Thank you daddy,” you croaked, kissing him again. 

“You’re so welcome,” he beamed. “How do you feel about spitting as a form of degradation?” he asked, raising a brow at you.

“Do it, please daddy,” you hiccuped, feeling the ache in your throat more. 

“Open your mouth,” he said, pulling back.

You did as he asked and he spat right in your mouth, causing you to rub your thighs together as he growled. 

“Now swallow.”

You did just that. 

“What a good dumb slut you are,” he groaned. “So perfect for me.”

“Just for you daddy, only for you.”

“That’s right,” he snapped. “You’re all for me. My perfect stupid whore.”

“Daddy... My pussy... Hurts,” you whimpered. 

“Yeah? Let me look, let daddy see where it hurts baby,” he said, pulling your legs apart slowly. 

The sight before him knocked the wind right out of his lungs. Your panties were stuck to your center. That's how wet you were for him. Fuck you looked so good, dripping and whining for him.

“I see the problem,” he said, biting his lips once more.

“What’s wrong daddy?”

“Need to eat your pussy baby, that way it won’t hurt anymore,” he said, placing an open mouth kiss to your core.

“Oh!” You gasped. 

“Take those panties off for me,” he demanded, looking just as impatient as you felt. 

You scrambled to get your underwear off, almost rolling off of his bed if it wasn’t for his gentle hands holding you. When you finally did get the blasted things off Jungkook’s mouth was quick to replace them. You moaned in surprise, but you quickly got a hold of yourself. 

“Fuck! Feels so good,” you mewled. 

“You taste even better,” he moaned into your wetness. He sucked on your clit lightly, causing your hips to buck and making his face smoosh into your cunt even more. You cried out at the feeling of his tongue moving against your sensitive center. 

“Daddy, oh god,” you hiccuped. 

“That’s right pretty, let it go for me, let me taste even more,” he said, licking and sucking on you like you were his last meal. The string in your tummy felt so tight like it could burst at any second. But fuck you just needed a little more. Just a smidge. 

“Daddy... C-Can I-oh fuck me, can I have your fingers please,” you asked, trying so hard to be good. 

“Being polite now huh? Now that I’m gonna make you cum? Well, I wanna see how tight this pussy is, wanna stretch you out before you get shoved onto my cock.”

You could feel the frustrated tears welling up in your eyes. You wanted it so bad and if he didn’t give it to you, you weren’t sure what was going to go down-oh...

“Fuck!” you screamed as Jungkook entered two fingers into you. Your walls clamped down on the intruders and Jungkook huffed into your center at the sensation.

“Shit you’re so tight baby,” he groaned, licking firmly at your clit as he struggled to keep his control.

“Daddy, m-my pussy, so full,” you hiccuped, feeling the tears finally start to trickle down your cheeks. 

“I bet it is, but you’re still gonna take this big cock. I promise it’ll feel so good baby. Hot and throbbing in your pretty pussy,” he said, not yet noticing that your cheeks were swelling from your salty tears. 

“Daddy,” you said, feeling yourself shaking as Jungkook began to thrust his fingers inside of you. 

“Fuck, gonna feel so good on my dick. You’re such a good girl, daddy’s good girl huh?” he said, like someone might say to a young pup. But here you were, eating it all up. Fuck, the tears wouldn’t stop. It was almost too much. But you didn’t want him to stop. Not yet. God not yet.

“Mngh, your fingers are so good,” you whispered, arm going over your eyes to help shield them from Jungkook’s heinous activities downstairs. 

Because if you kept looking you might pass out. 

You sniffled and felt Jungkook pause his fingers inside of you. 

“Are you crying baby?”

“N-No.” You swallowed to try and keep the shudders at bay but his fingers wickedly started up again.

“Hm, you aren’t? Well, let me take a look then,” he said.

“No!”

“Y/N, are you alright? Just move your arm,” he encouraged. 

“I-I can’t,” you said.

“Then let me help you,” Jungkook answered, moving your arms away from your face and pinning them to your sides. 

Jungkook was slightly blurry, your eyes now doubt slightly swollen and red from your tears. You weren’t sure why you were crying so much but you were certainly overwhelmed. 

“Do you want to stop?” he asked, wiping your tears away with his thumb.

“No Daddy, I don’t,” you said, looking him square in the eyes. 

“Alright,” Jungkook said, kissing up your throat, and onto your chin. Next, claiming your lips in a harsh exchange. But a sweet peck was placed right after to soothe the sting. Jungkook then kissed your cheek. You felt a wet sensation, and realized. He was licking you. More specifically-your tears. 

Holy shit.

Jeon Jungkook has a crying fetish. 

You wanted to laugh, but you were so turned on all you managed was a slight wheeze, which was interrupted by Jungkook’s plush mouth coming back to yours. 

Jungkook grabbed onto your lingerie and pulled it up and off, baring you fully to his hungry eyes. He looked at you like you were everything he’s ever wanted and more. Fuck, was this love? Is this what all those teen fanfiction authors are spurring on about?

Cause, if it is, they’re onto something. 

The tears poured down harder as Jungkook came back to you. 

“My baby, so emotional huh?” he whispered, biting on your ear gently. 

“I just love you-so much,” you said, intertwining your fingers. 

“I love you too baby, more than I could ever say, but maybe I could show you,” he said, pulling his underwear off and onto the floor. 

“Yes, yes please I want it,” you begged, spreading your legs wide for him. Jungkook moved slowly, crawling up the bed towards you like a hungry jaguar hunting the antelope. 

“I know you do, so do I, fuck are you sure you’re wet enough? Do you want me to use a condom?” he asked, mind probably spiraling at the thought that this was actually going to happen now. 

“I’m wet enough, believe me, but you don’t have to use a condom. I’m on the pill,” you said softly, touching his cheek. “And I trust you.”

“Okay, whatever you want... might even give you my cum if you ask like a good girl,” he smirked, licking his lips before lining up with your entrance. You felt his tip rubbing against your clit for a few seconds before pushing down against your hole. Jungkook groaned when he sank in. Because fuck, it felt too good.

“You’re so tight, and wet and-shit, feels so good baby,” he praised you. 

A soft whimper and tear came from you as Jungkook slowly pushed in. Your breathing shallowed and Jungkook felt you tensing. 

“Ease up baby, I’ve got you, it’s okay,” he shushed, pressing gentle kissing to your sweaty hairline. 

“So big,” you mewled. 

“Almost there. Be a good girl and take it,” Jungkook moaned out. 

“Want it all,” you said, gripping his hips tight.

“Oh fuck,” he whispered as he bottomed out. Your cunt was stretched to its max it felt like. Jungkook held still as he could until you gave him the okay by tapping his side gently. 

“You sure you’re ready? I don’t want to hurt you,” he said, concerned. 

“I’m okay, please move,” you said, bucking your hips against his softly.

“Alright baby, hold on tight,” he smiled, before bringing your lips together and setting a slow pace. With each draw out and push in he felt incredible. So hot and big inside of you. But he wasn’t rushing either. You could feel every inch when he pushed in, and the slight ache when he pulled out. It didn’t hurt, it was more like you just wanted him there always. 

“Fuck, feels so good, daddy. Wanna cum, wanna cum please!” you cried, gripping his forearm. 

“Yeah? Wanna cum on this dick you dirty girl. Coat my dick, coat it in your cum for me,” he egged you on so much it made your head spin. 

You’d never felt like this during sex. Most of the time you were chasing after your orgasms. Sometimes having to finish yourself off after your partner had long since fallen asleep. But right now? You were being throw towards your end at a rapid pace. He’d barely been going a minute and you were already such a mess. 

“Shit so tight, fuck, come on baby. Cum, cum hard I wanna feel it,” Jungkook growled, leaning forward and capturing your lips in a tight lock. 

You moaned and cried against his lips as finally-finally your orgasm washed over you. Jungkook felt your walls flutter around him and he bit down on his lip as he pulled away from you, letting you ride through the afterglow slowly. Jungkook halted his movement when you started whimpering. 

“Too sensitive? Does it hurt?” Jungkook asked, eyes sparkling in the dark. 

“It doesn’t hurt, just want more,” you begged. One orgasm was never going to be enough with Jungkook. Because he felt so good, knew exactly where to touch and when to touch you. Fuck it was so god damn good you were still teary eyed. 

“My greedy slut wants another one?”

“Yes, yes please!” you said, moving against him, already feeling pleasure rather than the sharp ache. You cried out when Jungkook left your needy hole empty. 

“Lift your ass up in the air,” he demanded. Knees wobbly after your climax you almost fell, but Jungkook’s gentle grip was there to stabilize you. 

“L-Like this?” you asked, spine curved and hips jutting outward. 

“Just like that baby,” he said, approaching you with a gentle smack to your ass. 

“Oh!” you gasped, and Jungkook just laughed. You knew it didn’t hurt but you weren’t expecting to feel such a rush from it. 

“Like being spanked pretty?” he asked, landing another one on the other cheek. 

“Fuck!” you cried out, falling forward on your elbows. 

“I think you do baby slut,” he smirked, rubbing his fingers through your slick. He rubbed at your clit a little, enhancing the sensations all the more. 

“Daddy, fuck,” you said, arching your back. 

“Take my cock baby,” he said, rubbing it against your wet pussy. 

“Yes, yes,” you whispered to yourself. But Jungkook heard it as he pushed into you once more. Your warm walls welcoming him as he pushed inside your wet heat again and again. 

“That’s right, daddy’s cock is all you want isn’t it? Say daddy’s cock is all you need,” he encouraged. 

“D-Daddy’s-ah!” you cried out as Jungkook landed a sharper whack to your ass. 

“Say it,” he demanded. 

“Daddy’s cock is all I-hngh fuck! All I need!” you said, struggling to speak as Jungkook’s cock battered your core. 

“That’s it, that’s what daddy wants to hear. You’re my good slut, aw fuck, feels so fucking good,” he said, pushing forward harder. 

“So good daddy, feels so good,” you murmured, feeling your sanity slipping away from you. 

“Gonna fuck you dumb, you’ll be full of cum and uh fuck-jesus christ you’re so tight-and you’ll want more of it. In your mouth, in your pussy and on those fucking gorgeous tits, yes baby fuck it,” he groaned, molding his back to yours as he interlocked your fingers. 

“Uh uh uh, daddy I want it, pleas-s-se give me your cum,” you said, unable to really speak coherently at this point. 

“Fuck I’m gonna cum,” he whined, rutting into you harder, causing stars to erupt from behind your eyes. 

“Me-e too, fuck!” after a particularly harsh thrust Jungkook kissed your neck and you could feel him tensing up. 

“Right there baby, right there,” he groaned, gripping your hands tighter. 

“Jungkook,” you cried, orgasm finally taking you causing your walls to flutter around Jungkook’s cock. He’d already felt your climax once, but twice proved to be too much. Jungkook whispered your name into your neck as he came inside of you with a firm thrust. 

Your vision blurred as you felt Jungkook give a few more shallow thrusts inside of you, before pulling out and looking down at the mess you’d made. 

“Y/N? Sweetheart?” Jungkook’s voice was soft as he approached you. 

“Yes, kook?” you said, turning over.

“Wanna take a bath baby?” he asked, kissing your shin and up to your knee. 

“Mmm, yes. Wanna take one together?”

“Sounds perfect.”

Jungkook started the water and you both got in, relaxing against one another. Jungkook brought your body close to his, wrapping you up in his arms as he kissed your head, whispering sweet nothings into your ear. 

“Love you so much,” he said, bringing your fingers to his lips. 

“I love you too kook,” you said, bringing his head down to meet yours in a sweet kiss. 

This must be love. You thought to yourself. You may have almost puked because of how sweet your thoughts had turned. But you couldn’t help but let yourself be smooshy and gross with him. Because it was Jungkook. And he was everything you could ever want and more. 

Before you got too far into that, Jungkook pulled the plug on that bath and had you wrapped up in a towel. 

“Go get changed baby I’ll be right out,” he said, moving towards his sink no doubt to brush his teeth.. 

When you two finally got settled down and wrapped up in the sheets you kissed Jungkook’s chest before laying your head on it. 

Listening to his heartbeat lulled you off into a peaceful slumber.

This must be love.

[ramp-it-up]

The One

Pairing: Chris Evans x Reader

Warmings:  18+, Minors DNI. Curate your own experience. Cursing, drinking, running, a raging argument in an established relationship, name calling, taunting, drunken raging, Twitter. SMUT, explicit, rough sex, fingering, tit slapping, orgasm denial, spitting, oral sex (mostly female receiving). Also, I’m sleepy. 😴

A/N: Not proofread. Also, I know very little about Chris and Jenny, and have no real opinion about their relationship. I made up the scenario about what happened there for the purposes of the story. THANKS FOR 400 FOLLOWERS TONIGHT! 🥳🎉🎊🍾👏🏽🎈

This fic is based on the following ask:

Anonymous asked:

Imagine idea :

Chris is drunk after a fight with the reader. He was On Twitter and saw some pics with Jenny and when the reader comes in he screams at her and says that Jenny was the one and not the reader. The reader get sad because she was always kind of insecure about the age gap with Chris. The day after he didn’t know what he says and she don’t say anything because she got the feeling that he was right. But one thing both didn’t noticed that Chris was drunk calling Scott and he knows everything Chris says and drive to Chris to give him a good clamp ahahhaha Chris was drunk and Just mentioned her name because he saw a post with Jenny.

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It had been the perfect day.

You slept in, then had a late brunch at home. 

You saw a message from Chris’ former co-star, Heidi, light up his phone that he’d plugged in on the kitchen counter when you two were tidying up.

You wondered why he was texting the bitch even after you told him that she wanted him. And after he agreed to cut off contact out of respect for you.

Heated, you didn’t even look around before you picked it up, put in his code and read a string of friendly, if not borderline flirty, texts.

Chris walked in the kitchen, caught you, and yelled at you for being in his phone. 

“What the hell is going on?”

“Exactly! What is going on, Chris. I thought we talked about this?” 

Chris rolled his eyes. “It’s not a big deal.”

“Oh, it’s a big fucking deal.”

You threw his phone on the marble countertop, which caused Chris to pick it up to see if it was cracked. Your temper was too much.

“We’re just friends! She knows we’re together, y/n!” 

You rolled your eyes. 

“And I know women, Chris. That doesn’t fucking matter to her. Sometimes you’re so oblivious. Or act like you are.” You huffed and rolled your eyes.

“I know you want to leave me for someone more glamorous and beautiful. Someone who will put up with your shit, everyone the media says you’re fucking. Go ahead and just do it!”

Chris’s temper was really rising now. You could tell as the red creeped up his chest to his neck. 

“Stop fucking saying that!” Chris was screaming now. “Is that what you want? To end it? Because you don’t have to make me do it. If you want to leave, just leave.”

You said shit like that a lot. And it scared and angered him. He wanted to know if you were trying to make him break up with you so you would be free.

“Why are you being such a fucking…” Chris stopped himself. He knew better than to call you out of your name.

Your head almost spun around. You smiled evilly. 

“Go ahead, say what you wanna say, Chris. Or are you scared?”

Chris exploded. “A fucking BITCH.”  He was shaking because you went there.

“How many times do I have to tell you, I’m not fucking anyone else!”

Chris lost it and punched the wall, making a hole in the drywall and definitely injuring his hand.

You just stood there with your mouth open and in silence. You went toward him to look at his hand, and he just put both of them up, backing away from you and going to the liquor cabinet.

He retreated to the deck with a bottle of Jameson’s. He wanted to dull the pain, in his hand, and in his heart. He hated when you hurt each other.

You understood that you both crossed the line, so you let him be. You went upstairs to change into your running clothes to get out and clear your head.

Chris settled on a deck lounger, started drinking from the bottle and got online, which is never a good thing, but he needed something to distract him. He started reading tweets about himself, and following a thread of Chris + Jenny stans.

The more he drank, the more he started reminiscing.

There were good times. He was happy. Mostly. He thought she was the one. Sometimes. But she broke his heart. He was just a rebound. 

Her handsome arm candy.

Then he thought of you. His heart melted; you really loved him. He was sure of it. But loving him was hard. He realized that you felt the same way about him that he felt about Jenny. Always waiting for the other shoe to drop. 

Insecure. 

And you had good reason to be. Everything you’d said about women coming after him was true. But what you didn’t realize is that since he’d met you other women didn’t matter to him. 

You were the one, not Jenny.

Chris began to get melancholy. He’d fucked up. You were nothing but good to him and you just asked him to respect you and listen to your feelings. He’d ignored that. 

Shit, why did he yell at you like that?  

He went to erase Heidi’s contact and block her number. He was confident that you were never going to throw him away like Jenny did. She was the one who’d hurt him. Not you. Never you. He recognized that you wouldn’t ever hurt him on purpose.

His mind was racing with how to apologize when you came back. He was an idiot. The pain in his heart was replaced with regret and his hand had slowed to a dull throb.

But then 30 minutes turned to 3 hours, and by the time you got back, the bottle was empty and Chris’s eyes were red with rage and worry. 

Maybe you were just like Jenny after all.

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You ran, and then went to get some coffee. You ran into Shelby at the cafe and distracted yourself with mindless chatter, then walked back. You were ready to apologize by the time you opened the door.

When he heard the door, Chris picked up his phone and met you in the living room. He was obviously shitfaced.

“WHERE THE FUCK HAVE YOU BEEN!?” 

Chris’s voice boomed throughout the house and you jumped. Then you just stood there, shocked at his outburst. 

“The hell are you talking to me like that?” 

He was unsteady on his feet. He leaned toward you, and you could tell that someone was spinning the room for him.

“I don’t want it to be you!” 

He had to let you know that he knew that you wouldn’t be the one to hurt him. Chris pointed his phone at you. 

“You’re not the one. Jenny’s the only one. Not you! Not ever you!”

You couldn’t believe your ears. But then again you could. It was what you were afraid of. You were head over heels. And Chris could find someone on his level. Like Jenny.

“Well, Fuck You very much, Chris.” 

You brushed your tears away and ran past him up the stairs to the bedroom, locking the door and crying your eyes out. You got out your suitcase.

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Chris started up after you, calling your name, and then suddenly needed to duck in the downstairs bathroom to throw up. 

He tried to make it up the stairs and had to sit down on the floor near the bottom. Then, he needed to lay down just for a minute.

The next thing Chris knew, it was morning, and he woke up to a pounding on the door and in his head. He rolled over on the floor, and something stabbed him in the side.

Groaning, he reached down and saw your keys to his house, his cars, and his life, all on the Tiffany heart keychain he’d given them to you. He was staring at them, confused, when Scott opened the door with his key.

“There he is. My brother. The fuck up.”

Chris groaned again, sat up on the bottom stair and held his head. 

“What the fuck are you talking about?”

“Nevermind me. It’s not often I get to say that, only when you publish your dick pic to the internet or you RUN OFF THE BEST THING THAT’S EVER HAPPENED TO YOU!”

Chris winced when Scott yelled, his head a pounding mass of meat wrapped in fuzzy cotton. 

He didn’t understand why he was being tortured and he didn’t understand why his hand hurt.  He looked at it, all bruised up, and the keys inside it.

“Just tell me, Scott. Why are you here?”

Scott leaned up against the door. 

“Did you know you drunk dialed me last night?” 

Chris looked up at Scott, and his face was a sight as his brother told him what he’d said to you.

“Fuuuuuck me!” He put his head in his hands again. 

“I don’t know if she ever will again,” Scott joked, but Chris didn’t laugh. 

“I called her after you apparently passed out and wouldn't pick up your phone.  She was ready to catch an early morning flight, but I convinced her to sleep in today and leave tomorrow.”

Chris moved his hands down from his eyes and stared out the patio doors, trying to think.

“I put her up in the Four Seasons, on your dime of course.  Room 6145. Penthouse. Could be pretty romantic. If she were in that kind of mood.”

Chris looked up at Scott, smiled weakly, jumped up and hugged him, then made for the door. Scott jumped in front of him.

“Trust me, you’ll want to get some water and coffee in you, and shower and brush your teeth. You look and smell like shit.”

“Right.” Chris nodded, flexing his hand. He could still move it. He was glad it wasn’t broken. “Thanks, bro.”

“No problem.” Scott walked into the bathroom as Chris went to the kitchen, groaning when he saw the hole in the wall. He’d have to ask Scott to get it fixed before you saw it again. 

If he could convince you to come back.

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It was 11 am, and Scott had verified that you were still in the room. Chris just stood there, nervous and terrified that you were just going to be done with him.

Room service came and headed toward your door. Chris waved them down and when they saw his face, they stopped in their tracks, shocked.

“Hey, can you do me a favor?”

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You climbed out of the wonderful deep jetted tub, having soaked until the water got cold and your fingers were wrinkled. You pulled on the plush Four Seasons terry cloth robe that was provided with the suite.

You felt calmer than last night, and after some sleep and relaxation, you realized that you’d been a fool to think that Chris would want you forever like you thought.

It was for the best that you leave and start over, to focus on your consulting business and yourself for a while.

You opened the door with a smile on your face for the attendant, and you let them into the room, your back turned to the door while they brought the cart in. You turned back around and there was Chris.

You grew heated, and your heart began to race while the attendant scurried out. Chris’s face was a welcome sight, but you were still angry.

There you were, looking so beautiful, curls tied up in your favorite silk scarf, cocoa skin radiant in a white fluffy robe.  You should have been comfortable, but your eyes were wide and scared.

He’d done this to you.

“Fuck, y/n… I…”

You interrupted him. 

“You’ve got some mutha fuckin nerve. How dare you just run up in here, using that fucking face,” you flung your hand up, “using who you are to get into my room. How did you even know where…?”  

Your mouth dropped open at the realization of what Scott had done. You turned on your heel to get your things. You didn’t care that you were naked under your robe. You didn’t care that you still loved Chris. You were out. This second.

Chris moved to block you from entering the bedroom of the suite. You tried to push past him, all 5’ 4” of you versus 6 feet of him.

“Move, Chris!” 

You glared up at him, your body responding to him in ways you weren’t prepared to admit. You were betrayed by your pussy.

“I just want you to listen to me.  Then you can leave, stay, do whatever you want. Just hear me out.”

You and him physically was always the shit. His arms across his chest did things to you  But you kept mean mugging him, making him hard for you. 

You stepped back and said, “Okay.  You have 10 minutes.  Then I’m out, Chris.”

You paced back to the couch in the living room of the suite, watching him warily.

Chris paced in front of you, making it inevitable that you follow his lean form back and forth across the carpet. You noticed that his hand was bandaged and that he kept flexing it. 

You hoped it wasn’t broken. No matter what, you cared what happened to him. You would always love him. Even if it was the end of your relationship.

“First of all, I’m sorry. My anger got the best of me, and I was violent and that is never acceptable.  Even though I didn’t touch you, it’s not ok, and I know it was intimidating. I take responsibility.”

He stopped and looked at you, you melted a little, but you didn’t give any outward sign. Being a business owner taught you a mean poker face. 

But the shirt he was wearing made his true blue eyes pop and you could see a hint of his chain around his neck under the fitted henley.

You suppressed a shiver at the memory of the things you did to have that chain and medallion wave in your face, to have it clenched between your teeth as Chris had his way with you, and you with him.

You focused on him, pointedly looking at your watch. Chris’ anxiety peaked when he saw that.

He stepped toward you and thought that he recognized the look in your eyes.  He was almost sure that you still wanted him, sure that you still cared.  He could only hope as he came closer.

“And then I started drinking. And while you were gone, I came across some posts about me and Jenny. And it took me back there.”

At those words, you crossed your arms and averted your eyes, defenses up. You didn’t want to hear about how much he loved Jenny.

Then, Chris swiftly moved to sit on his haunches, becoming eye level with you.  

“And I realized that she never really loved me. Not like you loved me.”  

Chris speaking about your love in the past tense made you a little angry and you stared him in the eyes. 

It was just the reaction he hoped for. Your attitude. He loved it. He hid a smirk so that he could continue, but you saw the glimmer in his eyes. And you rolled yours.

Chris then picked up the sash to your robe and started playing with it, your eyes drawn to his thick fingers. You didn’t know why that was getting you hot, but it was. You opened your mouth to breathe.

Chris’s voice cracked when he said. “And to me she was the mountaintop. Another, different kind of conquest. But I realized that I never really loved her. Not like I love you.”

Present tense.

Now you were looking into his eyes, about to fall into them. Shit. He had you hooked. But then you remembered, and drew back.

“Yeah, I know what I said, but what I was trying to express was that I know it could never be you to hurt me like Jenny did. That I didn’t want you to hurt me like she did. Not when I’ve thought about forever…” 

He moved even closer. “I mean forever, forever, with you.”

All of a sudden you couldn’t breathe. Chris got on his knees.

“I want to be in this position again with you one day. One day soon. But not like this. I don’t want it to be to try to get you back. I want us to be good.” 

He sighed, pensive. “I want you to be smiling and happy, and even have our families there.”

You don’t know how your face looked at that moment, but Chris started smiling at you. You were so beautiful to him right now.

“I was drunk, and I couldn’t use my words correctly. I yelled and I screamed and I punched the wall. I fucked up and may have lost you forever, but I’m sorry, Y/N. I’m so sorry.” 

You felt yourself get emotional, but you tried to calm down.

“I’m just so fucking scared that you will get tired of all the bullshit that comes with me and leave… and I absolutely wouldn’t blame you. But there’s no one else, y/n.  No one else can compare…”

“Chris…” 

You raised your hand to his face, eyes searching his. You could tell he was being honest.

Chris grabbed your hand and started kissing your palm.

“So.” He looked at you with those eyes. “Is this goodbye?…” His lips were giving you shivers. “Or hello again? Can we start over?”

Chris trailed his lips from your palm, to the pulse point at your wrists and lingered there, licking the delicate skin. Then he moved up your arm to the opening in the robe. 

He pushed his torso in between your legs and leaned into your neck, inhaling the lavender bath oil that was your favorite. And his, too. 

He moaned as you leaned your head to the side, giving him access. But he didn't just want the physical. He breathed into the shell of your ear. 

“Please come home, baby…”

You just moaned as he started sucking right below your ear, your spot. Desire took over for Chris when he heard your sounds.

“Fuck it. I can tell that you still want me. If this is goodbye, then I’m going to make it worth your time.”

Your back arched and Chris palmed your bounteous ass over the robe, pulling you flush to his crotch.  He smiled as he felt the warmth coming from you.

“You’re so fucking warm, babe. Are you wet, too?  Are you wet for me? Do you want my cock? I mean, do you want your thick, fat, cock to fuck you babe?” 

Chris was kissing down your neck into the cleavage that the robe was revealing with each sentence as you opened your legs. Your pussy was quivering for him, but you still didn’t answer him.

Chris looked up at you with those eyes and pulled on the robe sash. It fell open and he looked down and bit his lip, taking in your warm skin, lovely breasts, and elegant pussy, with the manicured triangle of hair kept like he preferred, and offered up for his taking. 

You still looked like his girl, and he smiled as he looked up into your eyes. But he had to be certain. He lowered his head, keeping eye contact and descended toward one small hard mountain peak, kissing it gently, tentatively, while watching you.

You were mesmerized as his tongue peeked out and licked it, then he opened his lips and enveloped it, moistening it with his pink lips. 

The look on your face compelled him, and he fully enveloped your nipple and started sucking roughly, still keeping eye contact. You were determined not to close your eyes, but it was difficult. You bit your lip to stay still.

Chris’s bandaged hand was dangerous, however, and it came up to pinch and roll your other nipple. You arched into his hand as he became rougher and rougher. 

He switched nipples and hands and his saliva made your breast that much more pliable and sensitive. He slapped it, and then rubbed it with the rough bandage, making you cry out and moan as his other hand trailed down your body to your cunt.

“This pussy will still be mine, even if you leave me.” He smiled cockily while looking down on it. 

He looked at you, before lifting his hand to his mouth, looking straight into your eyes and spitting on his fingers before bringing them down to your cunt.

“I think, that if even if you leave and  move back to Houston, and I come to town, that if I I call you, even if you’re with someone else, you would meet me in a parking lot and let me fuck you over the hood of my rental car.” 

He was faintly tracing your pussy lips and instantly your control was gone. You were sopping wet, because of his words and because of the knowledge that what he was saying was the truth.

“Oh,” was all you could say. You were adding to the wetness of the saliva on his fingers.

Chris smiled and tilted his head as his two thick digits breached your opening. He had his answer as you threw your head back and let him finger fuck you while he rolled and slapped and pinched your nipple.

His thumb was lightly brushing your clit and you wanted so much more.  Chris could sense that and he pressed down roughly on it, causing an electric jolt up your body, which you keened for, arching your body into his hand.

Chris moved his hand from your breast to your neck and applied the pressure that you wanted and needed and that he was expert at while he stuffed another finger inside you and circled your clit with his thumb. 

You floated among the clouds as you came like fireworks, and all over his hand.  

He watched you come undone, and come down, rubbing his hard cock through his pants with one hand while he sucked your juices off his fingers, releasing each with a loud pop.  When you opened your eyes, you smiled.

You pulled his hand and started licking yourself off him, flattening your tongue against his palm. 

“I forgive you Chris. I forgave you when you conned your way into my room, you ass.” 

You smiled against his hand as he groaned, relieved and desperate for you.

“But you still have some work to do.”

“What do you want? Anything.”  

Now Chris was breathless, anticipating payback.

“First, you need to take those damn clothes off.”

He quickly moved to take off his shirt, and then stood up to take off his pants.  You smirked as hs cock sprang up immediately when he peeled them down. He wasn’t wearing underwear.

Chris caught your look. 

“What? I wanted to be prepared.”  He chuckled softly while pumping his cock lightly, expecting to immediately fuck you.

He moved toward you. But you quickly moved off the couch and into the bedroom, forcing him to follow you, and his dick, into the other room.

You sat on the edge of the bed as he remained standing. 

“What do you need, babe?”

You reached for his cock and tugged it toward you, opening your mouth and deep throating it, wetting it from root to tip and then spit on it. Chris moaned as you started to stroke. Then you stopped.

“I need you to jack off for me.” 

“Ugh! You’re so fucking nasty. I love you.”

Chris instantly started where you left off. This didn’t seem like work.

You leaned back on your elbows, watching him, and licking your lips.

“And I need for you not to stop, and not to come. Until I tell you.” 

You looked him in the eye and that was when Chris knew he was doomed.  A chill ran down his spine as you reached down and started playing with your pussy.

“Fuck!”

You looked so damn good.  He licked his lips and stroked harder and faster, his balls drawing up already. 

“Shit, y/n.”

You watched his eyes, and got wetter at his blown pupils and glazed look. 

“You like that?”

“Fuck yeah.”  

His voice was broken and desperate. He fisted his cock, and held his balls, trying to stave off the inevitable. 

You turned around, got on your knees and reached back between your legs and ran your fingers up and down your slit.

“How about that?”

“Goddamnit!” 

Chris grunted as he tried to hold it in. You were a goddess. He licked his lips. Wanting to taste you. So he did. 

He dove in, tongue competing with your fingers to command your slit. You finally gave in to his expert mouth and he savored your salty goodness.

“Fuck, Chris, you better still be…”

“I am. Christ.” 

He was leaking in his hand, but he had it under control. Barely.

Chris stopped eating you out for a second, grabbed your ass cheek with one hand, stretched you open, spit on your tighter hole, and watched it slide down your satin lips to drip onto the bed. 

His warm saliva made your pussy quiver and he watched it lovingly. Then he dove in again.

He sped up his movements with his other hand and you could hear the smooth skin of his dick sliding on his palm while his tongue did forbidden things to you.

“Ffffffuuckkkkkkk! Chrisssss.” 

You came, burying your scream in the mattress, and even harder than before. You couldn’t believe that he’d turned the tables on you.

Chris ate you out through your orgasm, holding you down with one hand like it was nothing. 

He was god of war, love, and sex, all at once. 

Fuck Captain America.

You came again, almost immediately.

When he was done with his meal, he let you go, wiped his mouth with the back of his free hand and stepped back.

“Fuck, what do you want me to do? I can’t take it much longer…” Chris’s sexy growling voice got to you. 

“What do you wanna do, Chris? How do you want to take me, Daddy?”  Chris’s cock jumped in his hand, he slapped your ass, and watched it jiggle.

Chris entered your wet, wet pussy, and marvel how if felt like it was choking the life out of him.  He had to stop moving, or he would burst almost immediately.

“How the fuck are you so wet, but so tight.  It’s like a fucking vice grip, geeze.” 

You both waited and felt it jump inside you, then Chris reached down, grabbed you by the neck and pulled you upright and flush to his chest.  

One hand clutched your throat and the other arm hooked under your leg, allowing him to piston up into you upright while your other leg dangled, your big toe barely touching the ground.

Chris held you and fucked up into you, grunting each time the large mushroom cap head of his cock was stuffed into your pussy. 

“Ugh, gatdamn it, you were thinking of leaving, ugh, you wanted to leave this, mmmmmm, this dick that, ugh, that fucks you like this?” 

Chris’s mouth was near your ear, which was on his shoulder because your head had fallen back on his chest. He was using you like a sex toy as he fucked you senseless. 

His dick slicked in and out of you with obscene wetness, Chris somehow lifting you up and slipping completely out of you and pounding back into you with force.

“Chris!!!” 

You started shaking, your center of gravity being where you and he were connected.

He fucked you even harder and faster, chasing his release, but he maneuvered his hand to find your clit, refusing to come before you. 

“Fuck! You know you were going to miss this cock that your sweet cunt fits… like…  a …mutha …fuckin…  glove!” 

"Ahhhh!" 

You screamed as you fluttered around his cock. He could take only so much before he had to shut his eyes and bite down on your collarbone. Chris’s legs were trembling now.

"Take all of it!." He was hitting your spot.  "How does it feel?" 

Although the feeling was intense, you tried to speak. 

"L-l-l-like h-heav-v-v-ennnnn." 

The sound of your voice made his release start to build. 

With each of his thrusts, the sweet tightness began to build until you came, screaming and moaning in pleasure.

“Oh shiiiiitttttt!”  Chris exploded inside your tight wet cunt. He wanted to fill you up like never before. He wanted to put his baby in you and tie you forever to him. That made his balls empty.

He fell back on the bed, with you on top of him, slipping out of you and depositing you on the bed beside him.

Chris couldn't help but smile as you both came down.  He was made for this.

Chris put his hand on your cheek, brushing your beautiful lips with his thumb. You smiled under his attention into his sea blue eyes.

“I love you.” You grinned. 

“God, I love you.”  You sobered up, taking in the weight of his words.

“Is it weird that I want to get you pregnant before we’re married?”

You made a face.

“Who says I want to marry you?”

Chris scooped you in his arms and rolled you over on top of him.

“You don’t want to marry me? You’d say no if I asked?” 

You held in a giggle.

“Nah. I’m gonna move back to Houston and marry someone else so you can come in town and fuck me over the hood of your rental car. That sounds hot as fuck.”

Chris released an anxious breath.

You took his head in your hands.

“Easy now. Ask what you want to ask.” Chris started to speak. You put your finger over his mouth.  

“When you want to ask it.” You looked into his eyes again. “I won’t break your heart.”

Chris smiled at you and said, “I know.” He kissed you. 

And when you pulled away, breathless, he told you, “You’re the One.”

----------- Read Part Two: It Takes Two

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Is there any chance youd write a part 2 in the future? Its absolutely cool if you dont want to but WOW this concept? Solid gold (no pun intended)

I honestly love how people reacted to this story. It was so fun to write and became my most popular story to date. I'm such a sucker for the gods and mortals forbidden romance trope is just chefs kiss. Also, puns are always intended. Hand em over.

This chapter doesn't really involve the reader much, it's kinda more of a filler but I want this story to become a series, which means shorter chapters to separate the story. This is just simply a lore filler chapter.

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Mortal of Gold (Yandere!C!Techno x GN!Shy!Reader x Yandere!C!Philza) Part 2

It was quiet, for once, but there was a soft wind blowing through the curtain-covered doorway that prevented most light from seeping through. Two figures stood in the other corner of the room, staring into the bronze bowl filled with liquid, watching the destruction they caused spread across the village of L'Manberg with darkened eyes narrowed into glares.

"They deserved it..." Philza murmured, likely to Chat who was resting on his striped hat, giving the odd little squawk or chirp every so often. He gave a sigh and popped a piece of bread he tore off into his mouth, giving a small piece to his whining bird afterwards.

"I don't think the mortals have ever seen you lash out at them in person... Usually, you just send your crows to destroy their crops when they annoy you." Techno chuckled softly as he stole a piece of bread from Philza which caused him to give an annoyed scoff and bat his hand away, "But-"

"YOU SUMMONED 10 WITHERS?" A voice boomed through the palace, causing Phil and Techno to sigh and back away from the dish displaying their destruction proudly, "AND KIDNAPPED A MORTAL?"

The blond rubbed his face and Techno took off his glasses while they both walked out the door. Walking down the polished quartz stairs, the two gods quickly came into eye contact with the source of the voice, as well as a few other visitors.

"You're just mad because we tried to kill your high priest, XD, don't pretend like you follow the rules either." Technoblade sighed, rubbing the bridge of his nose before putting his glasses back on, "And the mortal is none of your concern. We just did something about it, unlike you fawning from a distance over your mushroom boy."

Despite the cracked mask covering the god's face, everyone around him knew he was irked from Techno's statement. The three other gods behind him snickered into their hands until DreamXD snapped his head in their direction, the thin golden ring halos around his head gained a red glow to them.

The two brunets behind him immediately snapped their mouths shut, but the blond kept snickering away to himself, causing him to get smacked upside the head by one of XD's floating hands before he turned and stormed out the door.

"Ow! Bloody dickhead!" The blond groaned and rubbed the side of his head. The God of Mischief and Determination, Tommyinnit, scowled in the direction of the maniacal god before turning back to his father and Techno, "Ay Dad. Didn't take you for the destructive type! I hear you pulled a Techno and wiped out a village with Withers!"

"Yeah! The explosions shook the entire Upperlands!" Tubbo, the God of Bees and Chess, cheered a bit as his bee buzzed around him, getting specs of pollen in his fluffy hair and decorating his small horns.

Chuckling to himself, the God of Music and Insanity looked behind him at the sandy ground covered in a faint black fog, "XD was throwin' a tantrum. It was honestly the funniest thing to watch," Wilbur adjusted with the guitar on his back, "So where's the little mortal you kidnapped?"

"They're under a sleeping spell at the moment while the amnesia spell sets in," Phil gave each of his sons a brief hug as a greeting, "Then we'll have to alter their memory so they don't panic, but they'll have to stay up here permanently, their mind could be shattered if they do return to the mortal world."

"Shattered?" Tommy repeated, reeling back slightly as Wilbur summoned a leather book in his hand, opening it and scanning through the words, "That sounds like a pretty violent backlash..."

Phil and Techno avoided Wilbur's suspicious glare as subtly as possible, pretending not to see it, "Well... Remember, they're a mortal. Plus the strain of their home being destroyed, getting robbed, then getting kidnapped by gods and being brought to the Upperlands... Who wouldn't go absolutely mental? Then if they see the remains of their old village, it could undo all the magic that was placed upon them."

"Makes sense to me!" Tubbo chirped, his small goat ears wiggling as he held Chat in his hands, "Can we at least see them now and visit them when they wake up?"

Techno tensed up a bit but realized quickly that two of the three of the gods visiting them were too young to consider dating, and the third one was married to a human that he was trying to turn into a merling. "I... Suppose so. Just don't be too loud or the spell will break."

Tommy rolled his eyes dramatically, but the feathers behind his ears ruffled slightly to give away his excitement. Although, he was much better at hiding it than Chat, Tubbo's bee TC (Twitch Chat if you're wondering), and Tubbo, despite the fact that Chat actively visited (Y/n). Wilbur didn't seem to care much, but there was a hint of curiosity in his eyes. Or that was his insanity kicking in.

The avian nodded and began leading his biological and adopted sons through Techno's palace, Chat chirping away in his mind. 'Gods, that bird doesn't shut up...' Phil rolled his eyes up to the sky for a moment before smiling a bit to himself, 'Better than everything being dead silent I suppose...'

"In here. Now shut up. The spell won't work twice in a row." Techno hissed quietly before moving aside the crimson satin curtains to allow his old friend's sons into his rarely touched bedroom. The quartz room was kept dark via similarly coloured curtains blocking the majority of the light from coming into the room, while still allowing enough so they could see. A canopy bed stood proudly in the center of the room with golden posts and pure white chiffon silk curtains swaying lightly with the blowing winds.

Phil and Techno couldn't help but smile softly to themselves at the thought of seeing you again, even if you were asleep and, at the moment, void of memories and personality. Techno led the way inside and gently hooked his fingers around the fabric and moved it aside to let the younger gods see the mortal they had saved from the cruelties of the Earth.

The three gods carefully took their time studying you, trying to find what had their father and the anarchist totally entranced. Their eyes carefully took the time to study your soft (h/l) (h/c) hair, your beautiful (s/t) skin, and your silk robes that were ombre from red to white, accented with the very golden accessories that the high priest had tried to steal. (They used magic to put you in the new outfit. They're yanderes not creeps.)

"Oh... They truly are stunning. Are you sure they're a mortal?" Tubbo frowned for a moment, straightening up and pulling Chat away from your motionless figure so the crow would stop trying to peck at your jewellery.

"What do you mean?" Wilbur frowned at the younger god, his adopted brother. This had also caught the attention of the other gods

"I mean... Don't think they're a mortal, or at least they weren't born one..."