#(the back legs are doing a very very good job of being hidden behind the head and have nothing to do with me forgetting about them)

[pokimoko]

Hello!! I came across a couple of your animals with pride flags series (idk what you're actually calling it lol) and I wanted to request an intersex blue-ringed octopus (I'm not intersex myself tho lol, just thought it might look neat)

Oooh, this was a fun one! Thank you for the request! 🐙

[teddybeartoji]

18+ mdni; fem!reader

knight!suguru is more than glad to drop to his knees for his beloved princess.

his rough hands bunch up the skirt of your dress with haste, his pruple eyes blown wide with lust as you try to grab onto his shoulders for support. your knees feel weak, your body shaking with a mixture of excitement and pure adrenaline – this is improper, you shouldn't be doing this.

but oh, how good does it feel.

how good the knight's fingers feel as they dance on your skin, the tips of them ghosting over the soft material of your soaking undergarments. with his face hidden under your skirt, you can only imagine the hungry look he's wearing as they prepare to eat their heart out after a long, tiring day.

you rest against a bookshelf in the dark library, letting the wooden planks press into your upper back, into your soft skin. candlelight flickers across your flustered face, it being the only audience you could ever possibly allow.

what you're doing is risky, it's dangerous – but neither of you can fight the need any longer.

a quiet gasp echoes through the empty library when suguru presses a gentle kiss your core, his fingers tugging on your underwear. he can feel your legs tremble, he can feel the goosebumps on your skin; just like you imagine his expression, suguru does the same – how dark and low your eyes would be, how swollen your pretty lips. he'll get to see it all later, the masterpiece that is your blissed out face after he're done devouring you.

as his tongue lays flat against your needy cunt, the room gets flooded with hushed mewls; taking a hand from suguru's shoulder, you slot it in front of your mouth but the palm does very little to contain the sounds of pleasure that suffocate you. alongside with those, the noises that emit from under your skirt - your body feels as if its on fire.

suguru's hands knead your thighs – the very same hands that have killed, that have taken lives, are now caressing your skin with the utmost care and tenderness the knight could ever possibly muster up. this is his job afterall – to take care and to proctect, in every way imaginable; whether it's him on his knees as they get a taste of the woman they have swore to protect, or it's him dying at the end of a blade for the woman they love – it's the suguru's desire to serve.

he sucks on your clit, he tongues at your folds, drowning in your scent as he pushes you closer to your high with his skilled mouth. your nails dig into his shoulder, with most of your weight now leant against him as your body threatens to go limp, your brain turning into a mush. cries of suguru's name fall from your lips like a waterfall, with the letters coated with sickly sweet honey that reel him deeper and deeper into her core.

the obscene sounds grow louder by the second with suguru now lapping at your cunt like a starved dog, his good manners long forgotten in his clouded mind. there's a whine on the tip of your tongue, a shy and embarrassed one, but suguru doesn't falter even a bit – instead, he moves to raise your thigh up onto his shoulder, the new angle making your eyes roll back into your head with a loud gasp.

with the other hand, suguru guides you to grind against his face, his nose catching your clit with every roll of your hips and all it takes for you to finally let go, is to hear your beloved knight moan into your sopping cunt.

the back of your head meets the wall behind you with a soft thud and your eyes screw themselves shut as your whole body tenses up; you try to close your legs by pressing your thigh into the suguru's face but it's of no use because he simply digs his fingers deeper into your plush flesh and forces them apart again, so he can keep burying his tongue inside you. suguru can't let any of it go to waste – not the moment, not the saccharine slick that fills his mouth.

you clutch onto your knight as he let you ride out the high, your mumbles of 'thank you's' not going unheard in his keen ears.

before he pull away, suguru places one last kiss to your clit, gentlly as ever; his calloused hands glide over your calves and thighs when he places your leg down onto the wooden floor. with his finger hooked under the material of your underwear, he tugs them down instead of up and taps on your foot for you to raise it.

finally poking his head out from under the skirt, both of you need a moment to collect yourselves; completely disheveled, sweaty and fucked out, panting and heaving – your eyes are still heavy with a flicker of something tender inside them.

you watch the knight pocket the ruined undergarments with a kind of sly grin.

for later.

suguru stays there down on his knees, staring up at you like you're the one that hung the stars in the sky. in his head, you did.

when you try to shove his face to escape the wave of embarrassment that's creeping up your throat but when your fingers meet the slick that's covering the entirety of suguru's lower half of his face, you can't help but cringe at yourself.

and suguru falls for you more. deeper, harder.

"can— can i kiss you?"

your words are but a mere whisper, afraid to see the light, but suguru welcomes them with open arms nonetheless. the corners of his lips tug upward, his hands itching to hold her.

"of course, sweetheart."

you hold each other's gaze as he stands, the rhythm of your chests rising and falling matching in pace.

delicate fingers play with the material of suguru's shirt, a certain nervousness flowing through you despite the fact that you've done this many times before. but you always get like this – a bit shy, a bit timid, wishing to nuzzle your face into the his chest to hide from his fond eyes, the attention suddenly too much. it's the effect he has on you. but you still wants the kiss, you still want the love.

so you push through.

suguru's hand raises to his mouth, his eyebrow quirks up when he sees your eyes grow wider. "don't you want me to wipe it off?"

burns, it burns.

your skin burns.

"no..."

and it burns even stronger, even brighter, at the sight of his wolfish grin, shis sharp canines glinting at you inthe soft candlelight.

"no?"

a tease.

a shake of your head.

a searing kiss. a touch of love.

[gloomwitchwrites]

John Price x Female Reader - Bodyguard AU

Content & Warnings: Bodyguard AU, praise kink, breeding, unprotected piv, creampie, secret relationship, possessive behavior, light dom/sub dynamic

Word Count: 1.6k

After being stubborn about leaving an event, your bodyguard, John Price, gives you a steamy reminder of who gives orders.

ao3 // main masterlist // kinktober 2024 masterlist

“I said that I’d take you home.”

“And I want to stay, John," you snap, your grip on the champagne glass tightening. If you're not careful, the stem might snap.

John stares right back, unamused and clearly annoyed by your defiance. He says nothing, and that only irritates you more.

"I don't see the issue."

"You're making it very difficult to do my job."

You roll your eyes. "You can be such an asshole."

John snatches the champagne class right out of your hand and promptly places it on a tray of a passing waiter.

"You will do as you're told," he growls.

"You won't tell me anything," you reply sharply.

John's irritation melts away, becoming a knowing smirk. "Did you already forget last night? Or do you need a reminder?"

"Oh, fuck off, John."

Stubbornness pulses beneath your skin. You don't want to leave, even if it's an order you have to follow. Events like this are fun, and you can indulge a bit before you're hidden away again.

"I think I'll stay," you say with a breathy sigh.

"I think not."

"Excuse me?"

"We're leaving. Now, be a good girl for me and walk."

If you still had your champagne, you'd throw it in his face.

Pushing past John, you purposefully shoulder-check him before leaving the main banquet hall. John calls your name but you ignore him. You're being a brat, but it's the only defense you have.

Not like you could escape John if you wanted to. This man is ex-military. He's trained to take out every possible danger. You are your father's prized possession. Nothing will happen to you. Not with John at your side.

The two of you reach the private parking garage and John waves off the valet attendant, grabbing your upper arm and steering you toward the car.

"Unhand me," you snap, but John ignores you.

Guiding you toward the black SUV you arrived in, John retrieves the key fob and unlocks it, the car's headlights turning on.

“Get in,” he mutters, opening the rear passenger door.

He unceremoniously shoves you into the backseat. You turn to send a snide remark his way but John slams the door in your face.

"Fucking asshole," you mutter.

John hops into the driver seat and turns the key in the ignition, bringing the car to life. He backs out, the two of you leaving the garage and heading toward the hotel in a matter of minutes.

The silence is awful. You know John is irritated and yet a small part of you simmers with smugness. Winding John up is fun. Being a brat and pushing back always makes him hungry for you.

When John rolls up to the hotel entrance, he's out of the car and at your door faster than the valet. He opens the car door and offers his arm. You take it, and John tosses the keys to the valet before ushering you inside.

You know it's best to not push. John is on a mission. In public, he's being the perfect gentleman, but you know that'll change once he gets you to the hotel room.

In the elevator, John politely withdraws his arm only to place his hand low on your back. He stares ahead, and when the doors open for your floor, he guides you forward with that hand, pressing lightly against your spine. Removing your keycard from his suit jacket, John swipes the card. The lock beeps, and then the two of you are inside, the door closing behind him.

Turning toward him, the words on your tongue disappear as his hand wraps around your throat, guiding you onto the bed. He pushes you onto your back, lips claiming yours.

John’s kisses are not sweet. They are rough. Claiming. You open for him, taking each one, the sweltering heat in your belly growing until it bleeds out into your legs.

"I told you to be a good girl," he murmurs against your lips. "To behave for me."

His hand comes down hard on the inside of your thigh. You yelp, and then John yanks you upright and into his lap at the edge of the bed. He adjusts your position, spreading you wide over his thighs.

"You want to show me you can behave, love?" he asks, thumb pressing against the pulse point in your throat.

You nod, and John smirks.

"Then show me," he breathes, lips dangerously close to yours.

Reaching between your bodies, you unclasp the belt and unbutton the front of his pants. The zipper goes, and you slide your hands between fabric and skin, shoving them down enough that his hardness springs free.

“You’re going to sit on my cock, and fuck yourself on it.”

John is not asking. He is telling you. Instructing. You are to behave and obey, to submit to him as you like to do behind closed doors.

Grasping the backs of your thighs, John helps you lift just enough to come down at the perfect angle. He pushes your underwear beneath your dress aside, and then you sink down on him.

You’re immediately impaled, and you both groan loudly. His hand grabs the back of your neck, fingers lightly digging into your skin. He tugs, arching you a bit and holding you in place. An act of dominance.

"Are you my good girl?" he croons.

You nod and his lips brush against your cheekbone softly. "Then do it. Or I'll keep you like this all night."

Planting your hands on John's shoulder, you start to rock your hips, lifting and coming down again. The pace is slow. Casual.

"No, love," he murmurs. "Fuck yourself. Get yourself off on my cock. Want to hear those pretty moans.”

Fingers digging into the fabric of his white dress shirt, you angle forward a bit, engage the correct muscles, lightly bouncing on his cock.

“That’s it, love,” groans John. “Just like that.”

You set a steady rhythm, and John releases his hold, placing his hands on either side on top of the comforter.

Your father has no idea that you're having an affair with your bodyguard. If he did, you'd be whisked away and hidden on some island in the middle of nowhere as punishment without connections to the outside world.

"Look at you, love. Following directions. Being so fucking good for me," he whispers.

Pleasure builds with every rock of your hips, but it isn't enough. You need more.

With one hand grasping the back of John's neck, you reach between your bodies to seek your clit.

"No," chides John, grasping your wrist and bringing your slick fingers to your mouth. "Not until I fill you with my cum.”

“John,” you whimper, needing release, the tip of your tongue removing the wetness off your fingers.

“After, love. Not before,” he repeats. "Show me you're my good girl."

You want your end just as much as you seek John's praise. With each upward tilt of your hips, you lightly engage your pelvic floor, squeezing him.

“Fuck,” he groans, elongated the vowel.

You repeat the movement until John’s eyelids become slightly heavy. His pleasure spurs yours, pushing you toward frantic desperation. With a growl low in his throat, John’s hands go to your thighs, and squeeze—hard.

"You're fucking perfect," he murmurs as he meets you thrust for thrust. "And all mine."

Your control is gone. John takes the lead, bouncing you on him until his fingers dig in harshly, sealing your bodies together. He rolls you onto your back, and then he pounds into you, pinning you to the bed.

John chokes out a groan, his cum filling your pussy as you cling to him. His lips find yours, greeting with a sensual softness that makes your walls tighten around him. He pushes up onto an elbow, and then guides your dress out of the way, revealing where your bodies meet.

"You were so good for me," he murmurs, thumb tracing along where you're stretched. "So good." His thumb curls upward, stroking against your clit.

That one touch sends a rocket of pleasure up your spine. He rubs little circles. Your hips twitch, rocking into his touch. John is still inside you, and you watch as his cum-slicked cock appears and disappears with each soft roll of his hips.

“My good girl. My good fucking girl.”

Another stroke, and then your fingers dig into his lower back as the orgasm grips you. When you start to come down, John sticks his thumb in his mouth, sucking it clean.

"Let's have a look, love." John eases himself from your body. He sits up slowly, both hands resting on your knees, keeping you wide. "Beautiful. Just gorgeous."

He's not only talking about you. You push up to your elbows as John lovingly observes the mess between your legs.

"How about we add some more?" The question doesn't require an answer.

John removes his suit jacket and tosses it aside, reaching for the buttons on his white shirt. With an adept quickness, both are gone, revealing broad shoulders and solid, thick muscle.

"Take off your dress. Get on your hands and knees."

John's hands drop from your knees and you reach for the hidden zipper in the side of the dress. You coax it over your head and toss it aside, rolling onto your stomach before arching your back and propping your ass into the air. Spreading your thighs, you present your pussy to John.

"You're perfect. Every time."

His hands gently caress the curves of your body and verge inward, fingers stroking there before his mouth comes down on your clit. A few swirls of his tongue and you're crying his name, begging for him.

John is inside you in seconds, hands gripping your hips, pounding into you like he's trying to breed you straight through the bed. The slickness of your bodies meeting fills the room, smothering your moans and John's groans.

You never want to leave this room.

You want to stay right here with John forever.

[sevenmerrymagpies]

Potato Chip

Happy Valentine's Day to the couple walking back to their place tonight carrying bags of potato chips. You inspired me.

Steve gets Eddie the wrong Valentine's Day gift.

Smoking weed and blow jobs under the cut.

Potato Chip

It probably wasn't the best time to ask, but Steve was baked, and no one here would care. It wasn't like they all didn't know already, anyway. Steve was already pressed against Eddie, from his little toe all the way up his leg and hip, tangling their arms together and bumping shoulders as they wrestled for space on the couch together. 

Eddie toked and held the blunt for Steve, who obliged by taking his own toke, before he leaned over Steve - grabbing a grope with his hidden hand - as he passed the blunt to Argyle. As Eddie withdrew, Steve whispered, "What do you wanna do for Valentine's Day."

It was a bad time to ask, and like a month out, but Steve hadn't celebrated a Valentine's Day with a dude before, and he was kind of excited about it. Plus, this was his first Valentine's Day since 1984, which didn't make him feel kind of pathetic. He always had a date, but fuck if a second date with a girl who could barely stand him but wanted to see if the rumors about his big dick were true was only one step up from being single. And only because he got laid.

So, it didn't matter if it was a bad time to ask. What mattered was that it was on his mind, and he was too stoned to think it through. 

Eddie, though, Eddie was maybe just too stoned. "Potato chip."

"What?" Steve asked. If Eddie wanted potato chips, he could do that, but he wasn't sure exactly what that meant? 

"What?" Eddie asked as if he finally realized Steve was talking to him.

"What?" Jon asked from where he was lying on the floor. 

"Who?" Argyle laughed. "I've heard this sketch before."

Nancy giggled from where she was lying down between Argyle, who was half-draped on the couch, and Jon on the floor. "Who."

"Like an owl," Argyle agreed before he started hooting like an owl. 

"Doctor?" Robin asked at the same time.

"Oh, Will watches that on PBS," Jon said. 

Argyle continued to hoot.

"I think this conversation is going over my head," Steve admitted.

"I'm hungry," Eddie said. "I'm raiding the kitchen."

"Bring back chips," Robin called out over Argyle, Jon, and Nancy, hooting at each other.

"Yeah, duh." 

+++

Steve only realized as he was walking with Eddie into his house that perhaps, just maybe, he should have asked again. Or thought about it more? 

"I brought the good stuff," Eddie said as he kicked off his shoes before he wandered into the house towards the den. 

"The good stuff?" Steve asked, not really paying attention because he was suddenly very unsure about his plans for their evening.

"California weed from Argyle?" Eddie asked, turning around.

"Is that a question?"

"It is now, I thought the plan was to get high, make out, and crash here? I already let Wayne know I'm staying the night? I thought the plan was I'm bringing the weed, and you were supplying the lube?"

"Did we talk about this?" Steve asked worried that he was starting to forget whole conversations. Maybe Robin was right, and those concussions really were going to have a lasting impact on his brain.

"Uh, of course-"Eddie trailed off as his eyes widened. "Uh, I thought that- But now I'm thinking about it, I'm pretty sure my thoughts stayed thoughts, and I never answered your question?"

"My question?"

"What I wanted to do for Valentine's Day. You asked, like, last month."

"You told me this?"

"I'm not so sure that I did."

"Because you told me something, but-"

"I told you something?"

"Uh, why don't you come into the kitchen and see for yourself?"

Eddie blinked a few times before he dashed off to the kitchen, Steve scrambling to keep up behind him. 

"What the?" Eddie shouted as Steve rounded the corner to the kitchen.

"Surprise!" Steve tried to bring enthusiasm to his voice, but he was seriously doubting himself right now.

"What is all this?" Eddie asked, gesturing to the kitchen island. 

Steve had decked out the island with three large bowls of chips. One plain, one sour cream and chive (Eddie's favorite), and the final was a crinkle cut. Steve had prevaricated on that choice a lot. Should he get a third flavor like BBQ? Or should it all be plain chips to compliment the dips? But not getting Eddie his favorite wasn't a good idea. So he compromised and got Eddie's favorite and two plain ones in different textures. 

God, he probably overthought something so stupid. 

He'd also made a handful of dips. Onion dip, of course. Then there was a homemade ranch he made with buttermilk - he now had so much buttermilk in his fridge that he had to figure out how to finish. There was a veggie dip that Robin really liked. It was green and almost like having a vegetable. Healthyish. Then, finally, there was millionaire dip - an old family favorite with bacon, cheddar, and chive. 

"Uh. Ta-da!" Steve said, his voice fading. "Potato chip feast!"

"Is this for us?"

"Technically, it's for you because you asked for potato chips?"

"Potato chips?" Eddie said, finally turning to Steve and stalking towards him. 

"You said, and I quote, 'potato chip'."

"Nothing about lube?" Eddie asked, getting up in Steve's space and pushing him back into the hallway wall. 

"Uh, nope. I mean, I have some upstairs, but I didn't get anything special."

"You just got me-"

"Potato chip. Yup."

Eddie's confused expression broke like dawn as he loomed over Steve, slumped against the wall, looking up at his boyfriend. "You made me a potato chip feast because I was so high that I told you 'potato chip' and didn't tell you what I actually wanted?"

Steve sighed. "I know I should have-"

"Shhh, shhh, shhh," Eddie said as he held up his finger against Steve's lips. "This is amazing, and I'm getting the feeling that you don't realize how amazing it is."

"But this isn't even-"

"No, this is better. We can get shit-faced and feast. No, wait. We can fuck and then get shit-faced and feast." Eddie said as he lowered himself to his knees.

"Uh," Steve said, still not having caught up with Eddie.  It didn't matter, though, because Eddie pulled out Steve's half-hard dick and swallowed it down. "Oh, shit."

Eddie hummed as he worked his mouth up and down Steve's rapidly hardening shaft. 

"I guess," Steve breathed out and worked to keep his hips still. "You like your gift."

Eddie's response was to pull Steve's balls out and fondle them, which always made Steve's knees melt. 

"Fuck, Eddie."

Eddie didn't respond; he just kept sucking Steve's brain out of his dick until he couldn't think straight. He didn't last long, couldn't like this. Steve came with a grunt, and Eddie swallowed every last drop.

Steve was still stupid from how quickly Eddie had worked him over. Eddie tucked Steve back in his pants before he stood up and kissed Steve. A hint of the bleachy taste of his spunk was on Eddie's lips. Shit, did that get him going. 

"Let's take this upstairs, huh?" Eddie said. "You got that lube, right?"

"Yeah," Steve breathed out, letting Eddie drag him upstairs. "Yeah, I have lube."

"And the dips will keep?"

Steve blinked. "Uh, for a bit. Sure."

"Cool. I don't think I'm gonna last long tonight, anyway. We can do something more elaborate tomorrow. Now let's go celebrate Valentine's Day."

[lifewithdavefarts]

DaveFarts - Episode 33 “Rear Cushion” [Episode List]

Dave has to hold back the loudness of his huge farts as he gets an important phone call from work while blasting Tim’s face.

POV: Tim

The cab dropped me a few blocks from my place: finally, a couple of more minutes and I could relax at home. This was a long day. Nothing ground-breaking or anything, as I simply had to meet a client downtown. It went well, no need to go into boring details, but I’m glad I know how to pilot drones and film stuff with them. Believe it or not, working as an editor for Greg’s porn films, of all things, gave me lots of experience. I’m not planning to become a film-maker, but I do like how this stuff works. Plus, and perhaps most importantly, it pays the bills, which is good.

Bills that I’m currently sharing with my bro and roommate Dave anyway. I wonder if he’s home: today he called in sick from work because he had to do some stuff with Dana -something related to them planning to move in together. From what he told me, it’s been a tough month, and often he ended up working overtime, so he really needed this one day to get some stuff done with his girlfriend.

It was evening, around 7:00 PM, the cold breeze scratching my face, with my eyes being spared thanks to my round glasses. I could spot our house: the lights were on. I do hope he is home, or else he’s gonna pay *those* bills by himself this time. 

Indeed, I passed by Dave’s car parked on the driveway, still warm, meaning that my friend probably got home mere minutes before me. I quickly put a halt to my detective work and opened the door, stepping into our living room / kitchen, being greeted by the warmth of our apartment, other than a firm “Yo!” from my roommate.

Dave walked past me and towards the couch, holding a sandwich, greeting me by making noises with his mouth as he took a big bite of his snack. 

“You didn’t even make me say ‘Honey, I’m home.”

I watched Dave lying down on the long couch, reaching for the laptop on the small table in front of it, as he put it on his chest, comically close to his face. Impressive how fast that sandwich got eaten up -he is a big eater after all, despite the tall, slim appearance.

“Because that’s my line.” he replied, his fingers tapping the buttons on the keyboard.

I hung my coat by the door and went into the kitchen to fetch a beer.

“I thought you called in sick.” I asked, as I opened the fridge, disappointed by the lack of alcohol.

“I did.” he said, the stern tone catching me off guard. “Such bullshit!”

He wasn’t mad at me obviously, probably some work-related issue, as it usually happens lately. 

I solved my own very important issue with the fridge instead by settling for a soda, because my body may be a temple, but most temples are old and crumbling so I’m just very committed to the role.

As I walked towards the couch, Dave (eyes glued on the screen) automatically moved his legs just a bit to make room for me. Another sign that he came back a few minutes ago was that he was still wearing, well, casual clothes, precisely a yellow hoodie and a pair of bright blue jeans (and grey socks -he left his sneakers by the door). Since I’m a kinky asshole, I did notice that he was accidentally showing off his sort-of-sagging denim ass towards me, but I easily ignored that by focusing on the soda and the TV. 

Even though he wasn’t angry at me, I didn’t want to annoy him by asking more questions about the job, especially considering the furious tapping I was hearing, so I simply, and silently, took a sip of my not-beer.

“It’s because of Fisher by the way.” Dave said, his face hidden behind the laptop.

“Again?!” I replied. “You did tell me he was making a mess like… 2 days ago.”

“And guess who’s trying to fix the mess he made at 7:30 PM.”

Another episode of my bro working overtime, ladies and gentleman.

Dave also rarely works from home, so I don’t usually get to see how he acts in those situations. The rare times it happened I noticed he switches to a serious man of few words. He still is chill and all, just rightfully focused on whatever task he’s working on.

Whatever happened made him really angry however, as I heard the keyboard almost beg for mercy under all that furious tapping. That’s Dave: when he gets really mad, he actually goes silent. One of those men, yes.

I just remained there, chilling and watching the TV, enjoying my soda, though a beer would have been better in case this wasn’t clear. Occasionally, my friend would occasionally mumble some insults towards the screen or, better yet, to this Fisher guy, a man he complained about to us in the last few days, something that he almost never does. Dave is very easy-going as you know, and very very patient (exhibit A: me), but push the right buttons and he will get mad at you.

“Sorry about all the tapping.” he suddenly said, after like 10 minutes of silence, still focused on the screen. “I can go upstairs if that’s bothering you.” 

“It’s fine bro.” I replied. “I’ve already seen this movie anyway.”

“Yeah the news are wild these days.”

I found it funny how Dave tried to hold a casual conversation despite being so clearly distracted by whatever was happening at work (I don’t blame him). And speaking of which, I certainly didn’t want to distract him myself, so I didn’t reply.

“I mean it’s not like you’re not used to me making weird noises on this couch anyway.”

There he is, the teasing bastard.

I turned to him and I could see him narrowing his eyes and raising his eyebrows, the laptop screen hiding a cheesy smirk. So focused on his job, but will always take the chance to tease and make fun of me.

Which I will always be thankful for.

“…maybe I should go upstairs.” I said, in a deadpan tone.

Without halting all the typing and his focus on the screen, Dave’s casual, immediate answer made the couch shake: a huge fart, one of his usual, Dave-certified displays of flatulence, almost stock-sounding rips. A quick 4-seconds thunder, unusually (relatively) short for my friend’s standards, but loud and proud like it’s perfectly in-brand for him. 

The blast was followed by Dave snoffing from behind the laptop, very aware that his kinky roomate both loves and hates all this teasing.

“Weren’t you going upstairs?” he asked, trying not to laugh, as if nothing happened.

I mouthed a “fuck you” which he obviously couldn’t see. I stared at his denim now instead, the sagging making the ass look even bigger and more imposing in that position and from this angle. My dirty mind liked the view and how casual the pose was, farting like I wasn’t even there. And speaking of casual, you know it, Dave is as usual ridiculously chill with my kink and I’ll never thank him enough for this whole thing going on between us.

“Here’s what I think of Fisher.”

Dave then said, before ripping another huge rip, doing the classic leg-lift move in the process. He didn’t even look at me, still hiding behind the laptop, just farting as if I wasn’t sitting dangerously close to the source, like I said. Another “short” rip, as long as the previous one, and just as loud, if not more.

My friend’s farts are usually as loud as they are long, but I was definitely enjoying this barrage of quick blasts. Then again, when it comes to Dave’s farts, the term “short” is like describing a nuclear explosion as “kind of noisy”.

Naturally, the scent of those quickies reached my nose and engulfed the entire room. My bro’s farts are always big but not as stinky as one may expect. Don’t get me wrong, your nostrils will burn, but they’re not as hard on the nose as they sound… most of the times. 

One thing that was hard, however, was my cock, unsurprisingly reacting to my friend’s talent.

“Alright, done.” Dave said, stretching his right arm to clumsily put the laptop on the small table in front of the couch. “I hope Fisher gets hit by an asteroid tonight.” 

I silently toasted to his understandable wish and took another sip of my soda. My bro was now lying on the couch, legs up, without anything hiding his smirk, the smirk that proved how him showing off his denim sagging ass in my direction was not a coincidence this time. I tried to ignore that, but it was getting very difficult, especially considering that, knowing his skills, the blasts were far from being over.

I kept myself distracted by doing literally anything else than staring, such as putting the empty soda can on the floor by the couch.

“So, you’re done working?” I managed to ask.

He cackled in response to that. 

“Sort of. Got one last job to do.” he said, a cheesy grin drawn on his face.

“What do you m- oh… of course.”

I understood mid-sentence what he meant. The fact that he leaned towards me to reach for my head and pull it down and close to his denim ass being a big clue. I didn’t even try to resist, and I let his hand push my face in front of his butt, Dave’s legs spreading a bit more to once again make room for me -my entire head, in this case. The scent from his previous farts was strong and the ass was warm; the seams and textures of his jeans were always a pleasure to look at, the rough surface tickling the tip of my nose. 

As usual, when Dave gets gassy, my face ends up planted straight into the source of his farts, even though I didn’t ask for it. I don’t know if he did that on purpose, but I was positioned in a way that while most of my view was obscured by his overwhelming ass, I could still see part of my friend’s face, staring down at me, with a smirk. I love when it happens: experiencing one of Dave’s farts so up close and personal while still managing to see that damn smirk (or his other facial expressions) only makes the whole experience even hotter for me.

And hotter it became, not just figuratively, as Dave’s ass soon greeted with another huge blast. Was it stronger than the previous two or did my face being glued to his denim-clad anus made it feel like it was? Either way, it was huge and loud, a standard “Dave rip”, and getting those in my face is something I’ll never get used to. It definitely was longer than the previous farts, about 7 seconds, which only made the smell worse in the process. My bro wasn’t even holding my head anymore, but I didn’t want to move, nor he was surprised that I didn’t.

After he was finished he adjusted his position, so he could see my face better and make fun of me being a kinky mess as usual, while I was completely dazed by his talent.

“Remember when you apologized for the tapping?” I joked.

I made my friend laugh, which I guess is the only way I can somehow return the incredible kinky favor.

“Good times.” he joked back.

My head was still facing his ass, but admittedly it was getting awkward. Dave probably noticed that I was moving away and promptly used his left leg to trap me.

“I’m not gonna apologize for this, bro.” he said, clearly brewing another big one. “…Ready?”

And ready I was, bracing myself for the impact, but the noise I heard was not what I was expecting.

“Fuck!” I heard Dave say, reacting to that same noise.

I saw his right arm reaching for his smartphone, next to the laptop he put there moments ago.

“Fisher?! Really?!” he commented, as he saw the name of the person calling.

I remained there, now things getting awkward for real.

Again I tried to move away, and again my bro made sure I couldn’t.

“Hold on, I gotta take this one.” he said, with the silliest smirk you can imagine. “In the meantime, you can take this one instead.”

A huge rip suddenly blasted my face, just as Dave answered with a surprisingly calm and professional “Hello?”. The fart lasted like 3 seconds but it was probably the baddest one so far, in terms of sound and stench.

“Nooo Fisher, not bothering me at all.” 

I saw and heard Dave resisting the urge to tell this guy to fuck off, and he confirmed that he was lying but winking at me as he continued his ass-licking: after all, Fisher was actually one of his superiors. Not judging however, I’d do the same, and truth to be told, with my face being engulfed in Dave’s gas, you could say that I am doing the same right now, sort of.

As my friend seemed particularly into that phone call, I tried to move one more time, but Dave promptly used his left foot to step on my head and hold me there. Now my nostrils were being tortured not just by Dave’s gas, but also his smelly sock soiling my hair.

So, as long as I’m staying down there, with Dave’s foot firmly holding me still, I simply stared at that wall of denim in front of me; despite the anus being silent, the stench was still kind of unbearable. I know I just said that my bro’s rips do not stink as much as one may think, but when you fart this much and this often, of course one is gonna reach their breaking point, even a kinky guy like me.

“Mh… okay. I see. What did Johnson said?”

I laughed. Dave having this super serious work call while literally holding his farts in was actually hilarious. I managed to look at his face and he was like I wasn’t even there, a calm, assertive man just doing his job. He did look at me for a moment though, trying not to laugh, and winked at me again, fully aware of how ridiculous the whole thing was.

“Sure Fisher, by Tuesday we’ll be ready.”

As Dave said that, I noticed his facial expression changing. He was pushing one out… but since I wasn’t getting blown away, I guess he was pushing this one out in a way that he could somehow control how loud it was gonna be. After all, my bro is the fart master: he knows how to roar, but he also knows how to whisper, proving an incredible talent when it comes to literally controlling his farts’ loudness, length and pitch. 

And those weren’t even on command!

As Dave’s foot kept me in place, the fart that came out was as big as the others, but in a different way. My friend was probably worried (more amused than worried, actually) that Fisher could actually hear his infamous loud farts through the phone, which is not very professional admittedly… and for some reason he also wanted to torture me with his gas. So, the fart master decided to somehow “dilute” his fart into a sort of quieter, rumbly, bubbly long rip.

I could tell this rip was enormous, in spite of all those nerfs. It sounded like a muffled rip with many interruptions, like fire-crackers going off, without getting too loud however. Dave kept the conversation going, speaking about documents, files, coding and all that, his facial expression revealing how carefully he was pushing this one out, while still focusing on the call, without missing a beat. The whole scene was hot and amusing for both of us (well, just the second one for my bro).

This masterful rip was going to be long, even longer than Dave’s usual farts, which are already impressive. I didn’t know if I could edge any longer, as my boner twitched every time this peculiar long fart got surprisingly louder than expected.

10 seconds passed, the stench burning my nostrils and eyes, the fart still “cracking” through Dave’s warm denim and reaching my defenceless nose. I know my bro is good at this, but takes some incredible skills to control your farts like this, natural farts I mean. And such skills only made me harder.

“Yes Fisher, I ToTaLlY AgReE…” 

Dave raised his voice just a bit, anticipating his ass doing the same: a clumsy way to hide the sound of his giant fart from Fisher’s ears. As skilled as my friend is, trying to “dilute” such a huge rip this much and for this long was getting difficult even for a talented man like him. This “accident” only made him silently laugh however.

“Sure Fisher, whatever you say.”

Professionals have standards, you know the drill. And Dave being this professional from both ends was a sight to behold (and, well, sniff I guess). I forgot about my friend’s foot combing my hair and just lied there enjoying the noisy spectacle, the “fireworks” still going strong. Pre-cum erupted from my boner, I couldn’t take it anymore. This gassy bastard makes me cum without even touching me, it’s insane how hot he can get.

Worst (best?) of all, he’s completely aware of it.

After a whopping 56 seconds, the ass seemingly stopped emitting those fire-cracker noises. Despite the relative silence, my bro still made sure I didn’t move, which is something I didn’t even want to question at this point.

“Alright… no no it’s all good. See you tomorrow morning.”

A bit more paying lip service and finally… he hung up.

“Idiot.” he hissed, as he threw the phone on the small table.

I still remained there, my head under Dave’s foot and in the presence of his sagging ass, without questioning whether this was getting too weird or awkward.

“Are… are you finished?” I carefully asked.

“Yeah.” my friend said, with a smirk. 

I guess blasting me does put him in a good mood.

We’re both weird, no doubts about it.

“And that means I’m done holding back. Get ready.” he then added, threatening me with a good time.

If all of that was Dave “holding back”, then yeah, my bro’s skills are just as insane as they sound.

Without even giving me time to come up with a witty comeback, Dave finally raised his foot… only to have his hand take its place, pulling my face up and firmly planting it in his sagging denim ass. It felt warm and kind of sweaty, the jeans soaked into that stench caused by the almost 1-minute-long “fire-cracker” fart. 

How is it possible to be this gassy? A few seconds after my nose touched his ass, my friend started blasting my face again. Yet another loud fart, long and proud, probably what was left of the insane gas bubble from moments earlier, ‘cause that really sounded like his ass was tying up loose ends. As the fart kept going, Dave firmly, but gently, held my face into his ass, with the rip basically being shoved down my throat.

Finally, after 12 more seconds, this final thunder faded out, as Dave’s grip on my head loosened. My friend then (just as gently) pushed me away with his legs on my side of the couch; I was completely startled by all of that, one of the most insane fart sessions I ever had with my bro.

“Are you finished… now?” I asked again.

“ahah You’re lucky my shift is over.” he replied.

He then stood up and walked towards the kitchen, easily towering over me still sitting down on the couch. As if the gas-trail he was leaving behind wasn’t enough, he ripped another loud quickie as his ass passed near my face. I leaped back, not expecting, believe it or not, to fall for such an old trick.

“I thought you were done!”

In response, I heard my friend laugh from the kitchen. 

“Yeah, told you I’ve been working overtime lately!”

I took a deep breath, the air around me still heavily polluted by the power of my roommate’s ass, and carefully massaged the damp tent I pitched between my legs. I was gonna take care of that in the bathroom upstairs in a minute; I only wanted a bit more time to process those particularly strong rips… and if I should start paying Dave since face-farting is, apparently, his real job.

End of Episode 33

[wendichester]

₊˚⊹౨ৎ ₊˚⊹ big brother, bigger heart,

summary. the softest moment between mary and the boys

pairing. toddler dean + baby sam winchester ft. mary winchester genre. fluff

wordcount. 548

notes / warnings. happy mother's day 💖/ pure fluff, loving mary winchester

The kitchen smells like cinnamon and warm apples. Mary hums softly as she rolls out pie crust, the afternoon sun slanting in through the window and making everything look a little more golden than it really is.

Dean is standing on a wooden step stool beside her, tiny fingers dusted with flour, freckles nearly hidden by the smudges on his cheeks. His little brows are furrowed with concentration, tongue peeking out the side of his mouth as he carefully presses a fork into the pie crust edge like Mary showed him.

“You’re doin’ great, sweetheart,” she says, smiling down at him.

He beams. “I’m makin’ it for Sammy,” he declares proudly, then pauses, reconsidering. “Okay, it’s for me. But Sammy can smell it.”

Mary laughs—soft and light—and reaches over to tuck a blond strand from his forehead. “He’ll like that.”

Sam, barely three months old, is in his bassinet in the corner of the kitchen, chubby legs kicking aimlessly under a soft blanket. Every now and then, he gurgles like he’s got something important to say. Dean hops down from the stool to check on him, serious-faced.

“You okay, baby Sammy?” he asks, leaning over the edge of the bassinet like a tiny guardian angel.

Sam blows a spit bubble.

Dean nods solemnly. “He said he’s fine.”

Mary wipes her hands on her apron. “Thanks, sweetheart. You’re such a good big brother.”

Dean straightens up, chest puffing out just a little. “I’m the best big brother,” he says, with all the confidence a four-year-old can muster.

“You really are.”

He climbs back up, kneeling now so he can reach the top of the counter better. “Can I do the cinnamon now?”

Mary hands him the shaker and lets him sprinkle the spice over the apple slices. It’s a mess, of course—one heavy-handed dump lands all in one spot—but he’s so careful about it, so proud.

“I’m gonna teach Sammy all the stuff I know,” Dean says, voice muffled as he leans over to steal an apple slice from the mixing bowl. “Like how to say ‘pie.’”

“Very important,” Mary agrees.

“An’ how to ride a bike. And throw a ball. And… and protect Mommy.”

Mary freezes just a moment, caught off-guard by that last one, the way it slips so naturally from him—like it’s already written into his bones.

She kneels down beside him. “You don’t have to protect me, honey. That’s my job. Your job is to be a kid. And to eat way too much pie.”

Dean leans his cheek against her shoulder. “But I wanna keep you safe. And Sammy, too.”

Mary presses a kiss to the top of his head. “You do. Just by being you.”

Sam coos again from across the room, and Dean twists to look at him.

“He’s lookin’ at me,” Dean says, bright with wonder. “He knows I’m his brother.”

Mary wraps her arms around him from behind, cheek to cheek. “He sure does.”

They finish the pie together, Dean sticky-fingered and glowing with purpose, Mary humming softly as the oven heats up. It’s a small moment. A soft one. But to Dean, it feels big. Like love, like safety, like family.

Like being the best big brother in the world.

And right now, that’s all he wants to be.

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[mysaintkitten]

idek what to title this, i’ve been procrastinating and i’ve been thinking about capa so now we’re here.

prompt: needy reader and needy capa get it on (18+, MINORS DNI !!)

WARNINGS: kind of subby!capa ?? (he’s just so horny), oral (f receiving), veryyyyy temporary mutual masturbation, unprotected sex (p in v)

*not proofread*

it had been months, no, years, since you’d been intimate with anyone. prior to joining icarus II, you weren’t exactly getting too much action. but now that you’re out in space with limited people and a very stressful job at hand? you had essentially become celibate, whether you liked it or not.

it was easy to manage at first. no one on board really peaked your interest— besides capa. he’s handsome, smart, funny if he’s in the right mood, overall not too shabby. and since you had very few others to gawk at, it made capa stand out a lot more.

the harder you started to crush on capa, the more difficult things became. not only could you not have sex, you could barely get off. the only true privacy you get is in the shower and even then you can only be in there for a limited time, so there’s no point in wasting water.

then when you were assigned to work with capa full time, you reached your tipping point. you’d spend hours alone with him, working, sometimes talking, but working for the most part.

but, during an unusually slow and boring day, you and him talked for what felt like hours. you even got comfortable enough to open up about your desire for intimacy, although you hoped that it wouldn’t come off as to desperate or “slutty” (as if being a slut really matters at this point in time).

capa opened up too, he wasn’t as open as you were willing to be, but he was vulnerable enough. he’d been struggling too. really, everyone was probably struggling in that sense, but it felt nice to be validated by capa in a way.

things started to get a bit ‘playful’ between you and capa, you kept it hidden as best you could, but when you were alone together you were sweet and a bit affectionate. of course, nothing wild, but little things like playing footsie, hand holding, even hugs. that’s all you allowed yourself to indulge in for the first little while.

but one night, when everyone was asleep, you and capa snuck into a vacant observation room. initially, you had intentions of only talking, but that was shut down almost immediately.

you and capa giggled like children as you locked the door behind you, feeling a rush of adrenaline despite not doing anything explicitly wrong. as you place your back against the wall while smiling kindly at capa, you notice his demeanour has changed. he isn’t giggling, and he’s still smiling, but for a different reason.

“you know, i’ve been thinking ..” capa murmurs as he slinks his body closer, leaning on his shoulder directly beside you. “if we’re smart about this, i think we can both get something that we want. and no one would have to know.”

“what do you mean?” you question with a confused face, although you already have an inkling as to what he’s hinting at.

capa smirks and caresses your palm with the pads of his fingers “you know ..”

your eyes go wide at his confirmation. you want to feel him so badly, but it’s too risky. a moment of pleasure doesn’t outweigh a lifetime of regret.

“capa, i don’t know if we should ..” you whisper, fighting your urge to push him down and fuck him right then and there.

“we can be good about this!” he pleads, inching himself closer and turning his body to where his chest is nearly touching yours. “we’ll be fine, you’re a smart girl, aren’t you?”

you feel yourself becoming flustered, you struggle to look capa in the eyes. they’ve become darker, slowly but surely filling with lust.

“i am.” you reply with a swallow,

“yes, you are.” he agrees, brushing stray hairs from out of your face. “so come on. and we’ll probably work better without all this pent up energy, huh?”

your heart starts to race and a heat between your legs begins to form, “yeah .. that makes sense ..”

“mhm.” he purrs, his body now flush against yours, you can feel his bulge straining through the fabric. “can i kiss you?”

you nod, lips slightly agape. he brings his lips to yours, moaning quietly at the sensation of your soft lips against his. the kiss quickly becomes heated with capa trailing his hands down your body. his touches are sexual, but they have a hint of curiosity to them. it’s been so long since he’s been this close to a woman.

how they feel, how they taste, how they smell, he’d almost started to forget it. but with you here, it’s all flooding back to him now, and he can tell his body is slipping into a primal-like overdrive. he feels your pheromones are nearly intoxicating to him.

“feel like a teenager again ..” capa giggles breathlessly between kisses. you decide to get handsy as well and place your hands on his back, feeling up his shoulder blades and spine.

“fuck ..” he mewls, “need more ..”

he dropped to his knees and began to pull your shorts and underwear down, promptly revealing yourself to him. you hadn’t been anticipating any sort of sexual contact, so you weren’t exactly groomed to your liking. if you had known this was going to happen you would’ve shaved for him, but alas.

“i’m sorry i’m not exactly .. bald ..” your voice trails off as you blush, dancing around what you actually wanted to say. you were afraid the faint hair may put him off, but it didn’t, not in the slightest.

“i don’t care .. fuck, i don’t care ..” he groaned, nearly whining at the simple sight of you being bare right in front of his eyes. he runs his dry hands up your thighs, gripping the soft skin gently. while panting from pure arousal, he begins to kiss your thighs, occasionally looking up at you with an infatuated glare in his eye. like you were some sort of god to him at that moment.

“you’re a woman.” he breathed, it rolled off his tongue like a praise. he continued to kiss along your thighs, inching closer and closer to your aching core. it had been so long since you’d been touched, let alone ate out. your knees nearly gave out from anticipation.

you card your fingers through his hair as you watch him, his breath getting heavier and heavier with each passing moment. while making eye contact with you, he begins to kiss your needy cunt. slowly switching from wet pecks to desperate licks. he moaned at your taste, gripping your ass as he pushed your hips against his face harder.

“c-capa-“ you whimper at his eagerness and the sudden wave of pleasure. with a hum, he brought his tongue to your hole to lap up any and all of your spilling arousal, using his nose to stimulate your clit.

“tastes fuckin’ incredible ..” he admitted, quickly resuming his licks and sucks. what he lacked in skill he made up for in passion and eagerness, he wanted to make you feel so good, and it was clear by the way he whined and huffed against you.

“i missed having good pussy on my tongue.” he chuckled, smacking your ass playfully. you yelp at the slight sting, but it quickly shifts into a moan as he nips at your sensitive inner thighs. “i could eat you all goddamn night, but i need a little relief of my own, baby.”

you feel yourself becoming slicker as capa begins to tug off his pants, his flushed member standing to attention. as soon as his cock is freed, he begins to weakly pump it for you. his eyes scanning up and down your body as he basks in your feminine presence.

copying his behaviour, you slowly begin to play with your clit, watching how he sighs and slouches at the gesture, clearly enjoying the show.

“could i ride you?” you blurt out, almost embarrassingly fast, your arousal clouding your thought process. no point in pretending anymore, you want to fuck him and you want to do it now.

“fuck, please.” he begs, he sounds pathetic, but that only further enables your arousal, knowing you have a man on his knees begging for you.

you push his shoulders back gently so he’s laying against the cold floor, as he lays back you straddle his lap and begin to roll your hips against his member. you and capa both moan at the sensation, capa balls his fists up and begins to rut against you as well. at this point, you’re just grinding against each other raw.

“baby ..” he pants, dipping his head back for a moment. your stomach tingles at the pet name. “if we keep doing this ‘m gonna come.”

while biting your lip, you raise your hips and align his tip with your opening, teasing him slightly before lowering yourself down into him. you gasp at the fullness, while capa groans at your warmth.

“could i-i, fuck, could i see your tits?” he whines as he involuntarily thrusts up into you, he feels like he can’t control himself at this point. every ounce of his being is burning with arousal.

you lift your hips up and ride him, meeting his thrusts. while you ride him, you shakily lift up your top. you leave the shirt on but bundle up the fabric above your tits, for some reason it feels hotter that way.

capa groans and plants his feet on the floor, holding your hips in place as he fucks up into you harshly.

“o-oh fu-uck!” you sob as capa pounds into that sensitive spot from within you, hastily you bring your hand between your legs to rub your clit. both of you knew this wouldn’t last long, so you just want to enjoy it while you can.

capa feels like his brain is melting, he doesn’t know where to look. he can either watch your tits bounce with each thrust, he can watch your pretty little face contort with pleasure, or he can watch his cock slide in and out of your heavenly cunt. he can’t settle on one, so he eagerly switches between each of them.

“you’re so fuckin’ wet ..” he choked as he watched his member glisten with your arousal. since being on icarus II, capa began to dream of situations like this. it was normally faceless women, but he was absolutely feigning for some tight wet pussy, despite how much he tried to hide it.

“don’t stop— please ..” you huff. you know capa won’t stop, he’s too far gone to quit now, yet the words still fell from your mouth. you haven’t felt so good in so long, you don’t want it to end.

“won’t stop.” capa slurs as his thighs shake from exhaustion, “fuck. can’t stop stop, baby, feels too fucking good.”

your orgasm begins to build up from within you. both you and capa are shaky, sweaty, desperate, and close. you place a hand behind you for stability and dig your nails into capa’s knee as he thrusts into you, your other hand still stimulating your clit as best you can.

capas cheeks are flushed, his pupils are blown, and plush lips hang agape. you want to tell him he looks gorgeous, but you can’t seem to find the words to at the moment.

“‘m getting close.” he hissed as his grip on your hips got tighter, “come on my cock. please, baby. i need to feel it. please.” capa rambles mindlessly, you’ve felt like an absolute dream the entire time but the sight and sensation of you coming undone on his cock would be the cherry on top.

“yes, yes, yes-“ you gasp as your orgasm finally breaks through you, the stimulation on your clit comes to a stop but capa continues to fuck into you as you come for him. you release a loud, guttural moan at the pleasure. mere seconds after, capas whining beneath you about how close he is and how pretty you look when you come.

after pulling out, capa feverishly pumps himself and quickly spills his load onto your ass and his thighs while groaning and whimpering.

you shakily slide off his lap and sit on the cold floor beside him. while attempting to fix your appearance, you both giggle at what you had just done. since it had been so long, it felt almost innocent. just two desperate people who wanted to feel each others bodies.

“can we do this again tomorrow?” capa asks while attempting to catch his breath

“tomorrow?” you raise your brows, “you want to make this a routine?”

capa laughs, “you shouldn’t have given me a taste, baby, now i’m going to keep crawling back for more.”

—

sorry, had horny capa thoughts, can you really blame me tho.

[mischiefmaker615]

Use Me (Loki Love Story) Ch.3

Summary: Loki shows up at your brothel with an offer. What could go wrong?

Requested song inspiration: Use Me by Johnny Blue Skies & Dove Cameron & Diplo

You sat in the enormous bathtub with your knees to your chest. Your eyes may be a bit sore by how wide they had reacted throughout the day. This couldn’t be happening! You quit your second job and your first was no longer a thing. The only ways to gain money now was to.. please Loki..

That snake.. that trickster- that liar! He should have explained better.. given you a better description.. should have.. should have-

‘’you’ll gain wrinkles at the brow if you continue glaring like that darling.’’ he spoke up, having gathered a few oils and shampoos from the cabinets.

He had ordered you to take a proper bath.. little did you know, as soon as you submerged into the water he just helped himself like he owned the place- well.. he technically does. Though the point remains; what did he expect here? Your arms hugged your knees closer when he neared, the towel threatening to come undone from his waist while he set down the bottles onto the edge.

‘’scoot over darling.’’

Your eyes rose from his covered waist and up to his eyes. ‘’what-‘’

‘’you are really going to have to expand that vocabulary darling. make me repeat myself one more time and I might just have to help myself.’’ He lightly warned, playful seriousness behind it while your arms tensed a little.

Your eyes couldn’t have gotten enough of the sight of his skin. His toned muscles and porcelain skin.. shame he keeps it hidden under leather and armor all the time.. what was the big deal? You’ve seen men before- no.. that was the thing. You’ve seen men before, never a god. Perhaps its his attractiveness that made you hesitant and shy- or the fact that he was the frickin prince and you were submerged in his own bathtub.

With great hesitation, you scooted a bit- really seeing no need for it. The tub could practically hold three of him. perhaps it was an attempt to see if you’ll obey. As if working for the palace wasn’t enough.. nevertheless, you managed to scoot without really disturbing your position before your eyes snapped to the movement of fabric before your hands covered your eyes at the same sound of fabric hitting the floor.

‘’do not begin to tell me I am the first man you’ve laid eyes on.’’ You could tell he was holding back a laugh, the sound of water splashing indicated that he was going in and you could feel your hands beginning to shake against your face.

‘’it’s just.. it doesn’t feel right to look at the second prince of Asgard.. I don’t feel like it’s my place..’’ you told him in a quite voice, your thighs squeezing together nevertheless at the very thought of his naked body. The thin towel gave a good indication of what he had too.

‘’upon this agreement darling, it’s subtle permission that you are allowed to look.’’ He said gently, the nickname making your heart flutter ever so slightly while you kept your eyes covered.

‘’my body doesn’t know that..’’ you mumbled, knowing the unspoken rules to this whole thing yet your body still shied away.

‘’and what is it that your body wants..’’ he whispered, slender hands being rested gently upon yours knees, making your hands quickly move to look forward with shock- only to find him a few inches away from your face.

‘’my p-prince..’’ you stutter out, your hands uselessly staying at your chest while his thumbs stroked your knees. Oh gods this was happening.. this was it.. you were going to do it in the tub.. right here right now-

‘’lower your legs.’’ His voice was steady but soft, his eyes never leaving yours where they almost threated to glance away from his.

This was for the sake of money.. to leave.. you weren’t going to move forward unless you allow yourself to stop holding back. Taking a deep breath, you slowly began moving yours legs down, his hands staying at your knees as they both disappeared into the water. The corner of his mouth threated to tug up. To a smile or a smirk, you weren’t sure. Yet you did feel him move forward until you could tell both his knees were kneeling beside each of yours, his eye contact holding yours hostage before he leaned forward, a hand resting on the edge of the tub just beside your arm where he leaned his weight on now.

His other hand moved and your heart sped up, knowing you were wet enough but you acted like this was your first time. Oh gods where was his other hand going to go.. your eyes fluttered, almost wanting to squeeze them shut while you felt your cheeks growing red.

How confused did you feel when his hand grasped the bar of soap and he leaned back onto his knees, using both hands to rub the bar together before he sat on his heels. Your eyes looked at him like a deer in the head lights, heart racing while you still tried figuring him out, even when he put the bar of soap down.

‘’..my prince-?”

His eyes looked up from his hands lathering themselves with a curious yet casual expression. ‘’hmm?”

‘’wha-.. what are you doing?” you asked, feeling dumber by the second and wished the tub would just swallow you alive at this point.

‘’I am going to wash you properly.’’

The sentence alone had your heart jump, somehow finding that far more embarrassing than sex while your hands covered more of your chest with wide eyed. ‘’…w-why?”

Loki then let his smirk show ‘’it will give me great pleasure.’’

It was almost a stalemate, Loki giving you time to realize what he was doing before your eyes widened for the hundredth time today. Great pleasure.. this gives him pleasure? ..you two weren’t going to have sex?- unless this was some type of foreplay he was into.. touching you up before the big moment..

You felt your eyes threaten to narrow, to show him you knew what he was up to, even though the back of your mind knew you didn’t fully. Still.. you needed to earn your money, and the only way to earn that money was to.. comply.

By your body relaxing, so did Loki’s expression in which he knew he won. Yet to your surprise, the cheeky bastard moved himself away to lean his back against his own side of the tub, a hand raising to make a come-hither motion while you could tell he spread his own legs.

‘’lead your back against my chest darling, I need to be able to access.. all of you..’’ he almost seemed to purr while your cheeks heated up.

You knew what he was doing.. he had yours submission but he wanted more than that.. he needed your willingness. Its one thing relaxing and letting, its another to go to him. but you knew you both weren’t gonna get anywhere unless you moved- especially with a potential punishment in the balance if you weren’t willing.

Slowly leaning forward, somehow you felt like the water got lower while you tried to turn yourself with your body still submerged in the water. With a panicked movement, you quickened your movements before you turned yourself around, leaning yourself back with a blush between Loki’s legs yet the leaning position raised your chest ever so slightly out of the water.. hinting..

‘’good girl..’’ he whispered and before you could register or react, you felt his slender hands on your shoulders.

Your body was tense, red and confused, heart beating rapidly and mind trying to keep up. Though it was hard to really keep a thought with Loki’s touch distracting you. You know you had to sit still, obey, so you closed your eyes to concentrate on doing so before you felt yourself falling in the moment.

His hands moved to your shoulders, to your neck, arms and hands. Kneading and massaging, rubbing and caressing. You felt him lean forward briefly, guessing he was reaching for the bar of soap before you felt his hands on you again, this time on your stomach before they began moving higher.

Your eyes fluttered open, body tensing at where he was going and found your hands resting on his wrists before you could practically feel his smirk. ‘’relax..’’ he whispered. You weren’t sure what magic spell he seemed to cast, but your body didn’t stop him when he slowly began rubbing gently at your breasts, paying extra attention to them. You were glad your back was turned but you were sure he knew you were red faced. He finished with your chest and you heard the faintest of whispers telling you to lean forward, so you did.

His hands worked magic on your back, even getting knots out before he helped you lean back. His hands moved now to your stomach again, moving to caress your waist and hips before you felt them move slowly towards your center. ‘’you are so beautiful..’’

Your body seemed to come alive, jerking forward where you wrapped your arms around yourself and looked at him wide eyed. ‘’not there-‘’

‘’are you being unwilling love?” he asked casually, resting his arms on the edges of the tub in a relaxed position.

‘’I’m not- I just.. I can do it myself-‘’

‘’I know you can darling, but I find it much for pleasurable if I do it.’’ He smirked, amusement back In his eyes while your cheeks reddened.

‘’i-I don’t want you too-‘’

‘’if you are unwilling darling, then I can only tell you that it will earn you a punishment. Is that what you want? If so, I shall leave you be to finish yourself.’’

Why did that sound like an innuendo.. your mind debated on the punishment. He seemed.. relaxed about this whole thing, not at all bothered by your refusal and quite frankly, you were surprised your life didn’t flash before your eyes. Punishments for Maids normally were just blows to the behind, the back of the legs, extra chores and a slap on the palms. Yet this was Loki we were talking about.. you weren’t sure what his type of punishments were and you prayed it be something similar to be honest..

Just the thought of him touching your cunt had your hands covering your eyes again, seeing the mental image and making you blush madly all over again. Something about him made this whole thing.. unnumbable..

‘’as much as I enjoy the view darling, I am going to need you to make a decision.’’

His words made you uncover your eyes and yelp, quickly moving your arms back to cover your chest and turn away from him. ‘’I’ll.. I’ll take the punishment..’’ you said quietly.

‘’very well.’’ So casual.. nevertheless, you heard him get up and your eyes looked before you could stop yourself.

He was huge, biggest you’ve ever saw and you felt your mouth fall open while he moved out of the tug shamelessly and picked up his towel, casting a smirk your way which made you blush and look away.

‘’finish up, come out when you are finished darling. your clothes have been removed.’’

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[ahummingbirdwitch]

I absolutely LOVE your fics, can u maybe write us some more cypher smut? <3

Technically this addresses multiple requests I’ve also received but here ya go!

Hide and Seek (Cypher x F!Reader)

Summary: You hide, Cypher seeks.

Pairing: Cypher x F!Reader

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 2124

Warnings: blow jobs, p in v sex, unsafe sex, creampie

Notes: To the people who asked for more Cypher smut and that one person who asked for Cypher receiving a blowjob, this is for you guys 💗💗

“Helloo? Anybody there?” Cypher’s sing-songy voice echoed throughout the training room. “Where is my kitten hiding?”

You put a hand over your mouth, stifling your giggle. You were hiding behind one of the many barriers used in training simulations, and it was only a matter of time before he found you. After teasing him all week while away on a mission, the two of you were finally reunited, and to celebrate your return, Cypher had suggested playing an… interesting version of hide and seek.

Earlier that evening, he’d called you to the deserted training room, all the security cameras disabled to ensure no one outside could have a look in. It also meant that Cypher himself had no extra eyes to watch you with—but knowing him, that didn’t mean he was truly at a disadvantage.

“You have until the count of ten to hide,” he’d said from somewhere in the dark, his familiar croon sending a shiver down your spine. “When I find you, you’re mine.”

Not “if,” he’d said. When. You knew Cypher would find you, but luckily, that was exactly what you wanted.

You’d managed to evade him for about fifteen minutes or so, moving from barrier to barrier each time you heard what sounded like footsteps approaching. Cypher would get closer and closer, and every time, you’d stay almost until the last second, only to move away quickly before he could reach you, giggling under your breath. You weren’t exactly trying to hide from him; he could catch you in an instant if he wanted to, but it was clear he was toying with you, seeing how long you would try to keep him at bay.

Even without his cameras, Cypher was a master tracker, and right now, you were his prey.

“Where aaare you?” he sang, his voice somehow coming from all directions. Gooseflesh rose all along your arm, and you pressed yourself harder against the barrier behind you, wondering if he could see you or not. “You can’t hide much longer, darling. I will find you.”

You bit your lip, warmth pooling in your core. In the darkness of the room, you could see very little, but all your other senses were more alive than ever. Every word he spoke in that low, gravelly tone tickled your ears and sent heat rushing between your legs. You silently thanked whatever god had put this idea in Cypher’s head.

“You’re probably afraid,” he drawled from somewhere nearby. “Aren’t you, kitten?”

You probably would’ve moaned at that if you weren’t so determined to stay quiet. No, you weren’t afraid—you knew he would never hurt you—but hearing him taunt you like he taunted enemies on the battlefield was undeniably arousing. If you were being honest, you’d had a fantasy like this before; you’d just never thought Cypher would be willing to play into it.

“Tell me, sokar,” he purred. “Do you know what I’ll do when I catch you?”

You leaned back against the barrier, pressing your thighs together. No. Tell me.

“You’re probably thinking something good, aren’t you? Some kind of reward, perhaps?” He chuckled darkly. “Well, you’d be wrong about that. Only good girls get rewards. And you’ve been very, very bad, my love.”

You heard footsteps not far away, and your heart pounded. “What? Are you gonna punish me?” you wanted to taunt back, but one peep from you would alert him to your location. Instead, you held your tongue, smiling to yourself giddily. Cypher was always so solitary, so tightly wound, and you loved nothing more than to rile him up, watching pieces of his real, hidden self come out even if his mask never came off. That was when the two of you had the most fun.

The footsteps drew closer, but slowly—he was taking his time with you. “I’ll tell you this much,” he went on in that same lilting tone. “What I’ll do to you, I won’t even need to prepare you for.”

You knew right away what he meant. Twenty minutes of this cat-and-mouse game and your panties were soaked through, every inch of your body prickling with desire. The moment he finally touched you, there was a non-zero chance you’d cum on the spot.

Cypher was even closer now, and you found yourself hopelessly conflicted. The thought of drawing out the game was tantalizing, but you were rapidly losing your patience, your need for him growing stronger every second. Did you dare continue to evade him, until he finally snapped and took you? Or would you stay right where you were, and let him find you right now?

Just as the footsteps neared your hiding place, you made your decision, darting out and slipping behind another barrier. You flattened your body against the wall of it, breathing as quietly as you could. Your heart raced with equal excitement and trepidation. Where was he now? Did he know where you were? How soon until he found you?

All of a sudden, your questions were answered. You heard footsteps beside you, then felt cold gloved fingers around your wrist. They yanked you forward, and your breath hitched when you realized Cypher was standing right in front of you.

“Got you.”

It was difficult to see in the dark, but you could make out the outline of him before you, lit up slightly by the soft neon lights along the floor, and stared with words caught in your throat. He wasn’t wearing his usual coat or hat, instead dressed in form-fitting black clothes and boots, his face covering already pulled up to his nose. Cypher tugged you closer to him by your wrist, looking down at you with a smirk on his scarred lips. “Get on your knees, sweetheart.”

You obeyed him without question, dropping to the floor, and he reached for his pants hastily, working to get them open. You gazed up at him, flooded with adoration and lust. “I missed you,” you breathed.

Cypher half-laughed, half-grunted as he freed his cock. “Then show me how much you missed me.”

You licked your lips, admiring his incredibly hard cock for a heartbeat before taking it greedily into your mouth. You wrapped your hands around his base, pumping it lightly as you began to suck, and the sound he gave you in response was just as good as you’d hoped.

One of Cypher’s hands traveled down, tangling in your hair as he bucked his hips. “Yes,” he groaned. “That’s a good girl.”

That little bit of praise was all you needed. You moaned around him as you sucked him harder, worshipping him with your mouth, and he moaned back in return, thrusting even more eagerly now.

“Llwa,” he cursed, breathing heavily, “I missed your mouth. You made me want it every night, driving me mad with those videos.”

You locked eyes with him as you dragged your tongue up his shaft, wordlessly pleading him to forgive you. You were already repenting for him on your knees, weren’t you?

Cypher gritted his teeth, tightening his grip on your hair. “Bad, bad girl,” he growled out. “You don’t know how badly I wanted to fuck you.”

You whimpered, drenching his cock in your saliva, hands still working his base. The more he thrust into your mouth, the wetter you got. Fuck me, then, you wanted to beg him. Show me how badly you wanted it.

Cypher moaned low, picking up speed and hitting the back of your throat. You gagged around him, drool forming at the edges of your lips, then without warning, he yanked his cock out of you. He stood back for a moment, panting, then lunged forward, shoving you up against the wall of the training barrier. He slammed his mouth into yours, his hands suddenly at the waistline of your pants.

You didn’t hesitate to help him, and in seconds your pants were forced all the way down, your sodden panties practically sticking to your thighs as they followed suit. He traced the wet streaks with his still-gloved fingers, the cold metal making you shiver. “Just as I thought,” he murmured, chuckling against your lips. “Dripping for me.”

You responded with a soft whine. “Please.”

“Dirty girl.” Your lower lip between his teeth, Cypher hoisted you up with ease, and you wrapped your legs around him without thinking. “Mine,” he hissed before plunging into you.

You wailed as he forced himself as deep as he could go, immediately setting a punishing pace. Cypher moaned into your ear, fingers digging bruises into your thighs. “Is this what you wanted, dear? For me to fuck you like this?”

Choked cries tumbled from your mouth, cut short each time your back hit the wall as he fucked into you. It was rough, but it was perfect. “Yes,” you gasped. “Yes, yes…”

He sucked on your earlobe, earning a shrill cry from you. “For such a sweet girl,” he panted, “you can be such a brat.”

Your mind flitted to those videos you’d sent him and you whined pitifully, dragging your nails up and down his back. “I just missed you so much,” you babbled. “I needed you, Amir—I needed you so bad.”

Cypher groaned into your neck, not slowing down in the slightest. “I know you did, sweetheart,” he rasped. “But I needed you more.” He bit down just then, sucking a dark mark into your skin while you moaned out loudly. When he finally came up for air, he growled, “You don’t know how much I need you. How much you occupy my thoughts. I can’t focus when you’re near, and I can’t think when you’re away.”

You could only answer him with a needy mewl, too far gone to properly express how much that meant to you. Hearing he needed you as much as you did made your heart threaten to burst.

“I need you,” he uttered, trailing frantic kisses and bites down your neck. “Every second of every day.”

You shut your eyes. Too good, too good. “Fuck… Amir…”

“You belong to me,” Cypher breathed against your lips. “Your mind, your body, your soul.” He punctuated each word with a sharp thrust.

You nodded desperately. “Y-Yes—yes—please—”

“Please what?” He was so close to kissing you, but each time you moved in, he pulled back just a little, keeping you wanting it.

“Please.” You hardly knew what you were saying. “Fuck me, just please, please make me cum—”

Cypher hummed, and you could feel the vibrations inside your mouth. “Say you’re sorry.”

“I’m sorry,” you blurted out. “I’m sorry for—for teasing you, just—please—”

Cypher let out a soft, dark laugh. You’d never seen this side of him before; delighting in making you squirm, putting you in your place. “That’s my good girl,” he cooed. “Once I fill you, you’ll have your turn.”

He snapped his hips, fucking you harder and faster, and you threw your head back, crying out with abandon. You didn’t care if anyone could hear you outside the room. As far as you were concerned, no one else existed but the two of you. Just you and Cypher. Cypher, Cypher, Cypher, Amir…

“Amir,” you wailed. “I love you—I-I love you—”

“Yes.” Cypher grunted with effort. “Yes—say it. Say it again.”

“I love you.” You grasped the sides of his face, feeling around his head where his scalp was covered. “I love you.”

You could tell he was losing his composure, leaning into your hands as his breathing grew more and more ragged. “My girl.”

Yes, yes. His girl. You were his. “Cum for me,” you pleaded. “A-Amir—”

“Sokar,” he uttered. “Sokar, I—”

Cypher couldn’t finish, his words cut off by a harsh groan from deep in his throat. He shuddered against you, his grip on your thighs faltering, then all of a sudden it was tighter than ever, and he held you firmly in place against the wall as he thrust his release inside of you.

You gasped as he filled you, your body milking his cock and swallowing his cum without a second thought. Cypher did not let go of you, riding out the rest of his climax with his face on your shoulder, his breath hot on your skin. After several heartbeats, when his breathing had slowed, he finally lifted his head and pressed a kiss to the underside of your jaw. You giggled softly, soothing his upper back with your palms.

When he set you down gently, putting you back on your feet, you were worried it was over after all, but then Cypher picked you back up abruptly, this time in a bridal carry. You gave him a surprised look, and he smiled. 

“Don’t think I’m done with you yet,” he said slyly. “Let’s continue this elsewhere, shall we?”

[hard-core-super-star]

(you give me) guilty pleasure [C.Danvers]

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pairing: switch!carol danvers x switch!skrull!reader

summary: after another failed attempt at asking carol on a date, you decide to shift into her and get some much needed...release. unfortunately, carol doesn't know how to knock.

warnings: SMUT, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT! -> selfcest [R's a skrull and she shifts into carol]; getting caught masturbating; fingering [R receiving]; breastplay; carol's VERY into herself; dirty talk; slight degradation [use of the word 'slut' once]; captain kink because duh; riding [R has a cock for the last half of the fic]

wordcount: 3.3k

a/n: HAPPY NEW YEAR, EVERYONE! yup, we're not even a week into the new year and i'm already here, posting the filthiest smut just for y'all 😅 on a real note, i'm very happy to continue writing my silly little fics and sharing them with you. this is another commision that i absolutely loved working on and this definetly isn't a reminder that my commissions are open 😶 anyway, i hope you enjoy, i'll see you around <3

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No one could deny that Captain Marvel was a massive flirt. Whether it was a quick pick-up line, a perfectly timed smirk, or a purposeful graze of her fingers, she loved keeping people on her toes. Maybe it was her cockiness or her charisma that made her do it, or maybe she simply loved the brief moments of attention she received in turn.

The details of her habit were lost on everyone else, and yet no one could deny how attractive her nonchalance made her.

A fact you're all too familiar with.

You've lost track of how many times you've found yourself tangled up in one of Carol's flirtatious comments. Even though you knew she did it with practically every girl she stumbled upon, you couldn't stop yourself from thinking there was more to the brief moments you shared with her.

Maybe it was delusional, but, in your defense, there has always been something lingering under the surface between you. While being saved by the captain wasn't anything special considering her history with your species, being given both a new home and a job was.

You weren't sure why or how she did it, but she managed to convince Nick Fury himself to give you a chance, to let you join S.H.I.E.L.D when it was in its beginning stages, and allow you the chance to start over on Earth. It wasn't the life you thought you'd ever have, but you slowly learned to love it...and the human face you'd "borrowed" upon coming to Earth.

The captain hadn't stuck around much at first, something about some loose ends she needed to tie up. You didn't ask for details and she didn't give any so you assumed that would be the end of your flirtatious banter with her. And maybe that would have been true had Nick Fury not assigned you to the very same space station that Carol would come back to time and time again after going on her own missions.

Your paths didn't cross often, but every time they did, you'd inevitably end up making a fool of yourself by getting rejected. Then again, it wasn't like you made your intentions obvious, always hiding behind subtle jokes and hidden double meanings. It didn't take a genius to figure out you had a massive crush on Carol, though.

Unfortunately, the captain simply wasn't paying enough attention.

And so, here you were, running into Carol once more and horribly messing up your chance at a date with her. It was honestly a little impressive how often you found yourself in this situation, hurrying back into your quarters with your tail tucked between your legs.

Except this time, you had far too many conflicting feelings waging war inside you. A part of you was very pissed off, another part disappointed, but the loudest part of you was far too intoxicated by your attraction to the captain. It didn't help that she had been wearing that dumb white muscle tank that showed off her perfectly toned arms and that she'd looked you up and down at least five times. Maybe she hadn't known what she was doing but she'd lit a fire in you that you had no way of quelling.

Unless...

It's stupid and reckless and maybe slightly deranged and yet...it's also the best idea you've had all day.

Unbeknownst to you, while you're considering the dirtiest thought you've ever had, Carol is pacing back and forth in her own quarters, the wheels in her head slowly spinning toward an answer she can't quite believe. Sure, she's always been a little slow to notice when people are actually flirting with her, but there's no way you want her...right?

That despite her slight egotistical nature, her carefree way of shooting down almost everyone who actually flirts with her, her total nonchalance toward forming real relationships, that despite all of that...you actually wanted to be with her.

Oh.

What a fool she’d been.

It takes her almost no time to rush out of her quarters in search of you, her heart pounding in her ears. Would you even want her now? Now that she’d shot you down so many times? Acted like your advances meant nothing to her?

She’s not sure but she knows she has to find out the answer before it’s too late.

Carol rushes into your quarters without a second thought, lips parting to announce her entrance when her eyes land on you. Her speeding heart all but stops the seconds she finds you.

There you are, splayed out on your bed, except you don’t look like yourself. No, you look like Carol.

And to make matters worse (or better, if she’s being fully honest with herself), you’re naked. With a hand between your legs and the other one playing with your breasts. Breasts that are identical to hers.

"Oh my God-" Her voice cuts through the haze of slightly unhinged arousal that's taken over your mind since you decided to shift into her.

"Holy shit!" Your eyes fly open, and you instantly remove your hands from your body. A body that looks identical to Carol’s.

The only sound that fills the air for the next few moments is your heavy breathing. You want to apologize, to attempt to explain what you're doing (even though it's more than obvious), to do anything besides simply lay there, completely exposed.

You don't get a chance to do anything, though, because Carol's eyes take far too long admiring you and your mind goes blank. The flush on your cheeks seems to entertain her because it doesn't take more than a few seconds for a smirk to form on her face. "Cat got your tongue, sweetheart?"

You try to form a response, but your body feels frozen. Frozen and far too hot at the same time.

And it doesn't help that Carol takes your silence as an opportunity to come closer. Close enough to get a good look at the mess between your spread legs.

"I- Carol-"

"Don't," she says, her eyes shooting up to lock onto yours. "Don't apologize. Don't act like you didn't do this on purpose. I left you this hot and bothered?"

"Shut up," you huff, ignoring how weird it is to hear her voice coming out of your mouth. "None of this was supposed to happen."

Carol chuckles at that. "Well, you don't seem too upset."

"Don't look at me like that, this is all your fault."

"It's my fault that you decided to turn into me and get yourself off?"

"Well...when you put it like that..."

She shakes her head at you as her knees hit the edge of the bed. She lingers there, her eyes on yours. "If you want me to leave, just say the word. I can walk out and forget this ever happened or..."

The trail-off leaves little to the imagination and yet you still hesitate. There's no way she wants you the way you want her.

"Or...?"

"Or I can take over and fuck you like you deserve."

"You'd be fucking yourself," you point out, your breath getting caught in your throat despite your best efforts.

Her eyebrow raises as her smirk grows. "And? I said what I said. You're not the only one who finds me attractive."

Her words are filthy, downright sinful, and yet, you can't deny how compelling you find them. How many times you've thought about a scenario eerily familiar to this. It's not like you can help it, being a shapeshifter comes with quite the...intense fantasies.

"Carol...are you sure?"

You're not sure where the hesitation comes from, you just know you're on the precipice of something you won't be able to come back from. Then again, you're not sure you'd want to. Maybe it's a risky step, but it's one you're more than ready to take.

The blonde seems to know exactly what you're thinking because she slowly lets herself fall onto the bed. She crawls her way up to you, those damn blue eyes sparkling with mischief. "Are you? Because I didn't tell you to stop."

Her response is less of an answer and more of a warning. Your last chance to back out if you don't want this, if you don't want to do this with her like this. And maybe, deep down, you don't. Maybe a part of you is afraid of what it will mean. Of the very real possibility that Carol only wants you when you're like this. When you're her.

That being said, you're not about to let your insecurities get in the way of finally getting to kiss your crush. Sure, it's a little desperate, but it's also hot as hell.

"I'm sure," you say, your voice barely above a whisper. "I want this."

The smile you receive in return is reward enough but once she's fully settled on top of you, her fingers wrap around your wrist and guide your hand back between your legs. "Yeah? Show me how much you want it. How much you want me."

The command sends a shiver down your spine, your hips bucking up involuntarily. Carol notices the movement and her eyes take their time mapping out every inch of you. Every inch of her.

It's strange. Even though you both knew you had shifted into her, it's not until she really looks at you that it starts clicking for both of you. That the wheels in her head start turning and she fully realizes the power she has. The rush that comes from having herself, the real strongest Avenger, laid out and vulnerable underneath her.

It doesn't matter that you don't have her powers or personality, that you only look and sound like her. Those two things are more than enough to fuel her fantasies, to allow the somewhat hidden egotistical side of herself to rear its head.

You don't notice the shift in her at first, too busy teasing your clit with your fingers and trying to not immediately cum. You certainly feel it, though. More specifically, you feel her hands on you, her fingers teasing the underside of your breasts before taking them into her hands.

"Fuck, look at you. All that strength and you're still just a needy plaything for me."

The fact that she's technically talking about herself isn't lost on you, but you don't care. At least, not enough to pull the plug on the whole thing.

"Carol," you moan, arching your back into her touch.

Her hands squeeze your breasts in response, her thumbs grazing your hardening nipples in something that borders on awe. "You sound so pretty when you moan for me."

You shudder underneath her, your clit throbbing under your digits as you continue to tease yourself. The last thing you need is to end up cumming before anything even happens. In your defense, you've been turned on for the past hour.

"Fuck, please."

She ignores your borderline desperate pleading in favor of ducking her head and attaching her lips to your chest. Your free hand comes up to tangle in her blonde hair, your grip on her tightening as she continues her exploration.

Even though she's technically not given you permission, you allow yourself to slip a finger inside your wet heat, your walls instantly clenching around the intrusion.

You don't know how she knows what you're doing but you feel her smirk against your skin. "Dirty girl, where'd your patience go?"

"Shut up," you mumble. "You're the one set on teasing me."

"Because you look hot when you're desperate."

Carol doesn't give you another chance to argue with her. Instead, she wraps her lips around one of your swollen nipples, delighting in the broken gasp you let out in response. Your other nipple gets just as much attention, except it's her fingers that toy with it instead of her warm mouth.

The difference in sensation doesn't matter to you or your cunt, though, and you just barely stop yourself from humping your own hand.

Your resolve breaks thanks to Carol, though. More specifically, to the ease with which she slips her free hand between your bodies, her fingers instantly latching onto your swollen clit. "Oh, baby, is this all for me?"

"Yes-" 

Your broken sounds of pleasure only serve to stoke the flames of her own ego. Her movements speed up, clearly intent on making you fall apart for her. The way she continues to play with your sensitive nipples only adds to that fact and you know there's no way to hold back much longer.

Thankfully, Carol doesn't seem to mind.

"You gonna cum for me, baby? Gonna soak my hand like a good little slut?"

Her degrading words only spur you on and you slip in another finger, your speed matching hers as you both work toward your orgasm. You'd never doubted the captain would be dominant in bed, but you'd never thought she'd be into that kind of dirty talk. Mainly because if you were technically her right now, it meant she was into referring to herself like that.

Something about that realization pushes you toward the edge, your walls fluttering around your fingers as you chase more pleasure.

"Please, Captain," you moan. "I want to cum for you."

Her groan mixes with your breathless whimper and her teeth softly graze your nipple in the process. The sensation is too much for you and your orgasm crashes into you before you can stop it.

The only warning you give is a drawn-out moan before your whole body convulses underneath the blonde. Your squirming instantly gives you away and she detaches herself from your chest just to watch you fall apart for her. To hear the way you moan for her with her own voice. To see her own eyes roll into the back of your head.

The fascination and adoration in her eyes is obvious, but you miss it due to how powerful your release is. Your brain is completely scrambled, there's a faint ringing in your ears and a mess underneath you.

Despite the charged atmosphere, Carol's right there to catch you.

Her hands leave your oversentive body as she shifts until she's straddling your leg. The physical contact is just as much for you as it is for her but that doesn't matter much to you. All you care about is feeling her close, having her with you as you try to ground yourself.

"Breathe, sweetheart," she says, her voice soft as she ducks her head down to press feather-light kisses to your temple. "You're okay, I'm right here."

You do your best to focus on your breathing, but it's hard to concentrate on anything when you can feel the heat of her soaked core against your skin. The excitement builds up in your veins even as you try to bring yourself back down to a state of calm.

"Carol," you whisper, your hands slowly coming up to rest on her hips. "Is that all for me?"

The subtle rocking of her hips stops the second she hears your teasing words. Words she'd used on you not even half an hour ago.

"You're the worst, you know that?" She responds with a soft chuckle.

"You seem to like it."

Your hands urge her to continue her movements, helping her ride your thigh. The friction makes her shiver and a loud groan pulls itself out of her mouth.

"Shit...I liked you better when you were too fucked out to talk."

This time, you're the one who chuckles, your nails digging into her skin. "I think it's your turn."

"Yeah?" She leans back again and the glint in her eyes tells you all you need to know. "Think you can...give yourself an upgrade for that?"

Her suggestion shouldn't be as hot as it is and yet, you can't deny the effect it has on you. "And you were calling me dirty?"

You know she's more than ready to argue back so you decide to take advantage of her distraction and shift your lower half into something more...phallic. You'll never admit it, but it's not the first time you've taken advantage of your shapeshifting abilities to do this.

It is the first time you do it while looking like Carol, though.

And the sight affects you just as much as it affects her.

"Holy shit," she says. "You actually did it?"

"You wanted it, right? Wanted something to ride?" You're rewarded with the sight of her cheeks actually flushing. You're not sure the last time you saw Carol blush, but you sure as hell aren't going to forget it this time.

"Shut up," she mumbles.

You want to comment on how adorable she is all of a sudden but then her hand is moving down your body and wrapping around your length. Your hips buck into her hand, the sensation sending shivers down your spine. Just because you've experimented with this on your own before doesn't mean it ever felt as good as this.

"Oh, fuck," you groan. "This is the best idea you've ever had."

Carol laughs and allows you to move her again. Except this time, you're helping her line up her soaked cunt with your cock.

She sinks down onto you, her hands coming down to grip your shoulders as you keep her steady. You're both panting, both groaning into the space between you as you slowly fill her up. Instantly, you're addicted to the way her walls clench and flutter around you.

"Why have we never done this before?" The blonde asks, darkened eyes locked on yours.

"Because you're oblivious as fuck."

Once again, you stop her before she can argue with you. 

You start thrusting up into her, eagerly watching the way her face contorts with pleasure. Her breathy moans fill the room as you focus on her pleasure, driven by the years of pent up tension you're finally able to release.

"You're right, Captain," you say, your hand drifting down to play with her clit. "You do look good like this."

The sound she makes borders suspiciously close to a whine. "Don't be a tease."

"I'm just trying to make you feel good."

"Then focus."

Even though you want to roll your eyes at her, you do as she says, putting aside your want to tease her and instead doing everything you can to make her lose control. You speed up your thrusts and watch her resolve slowly crumble.

"Fuck," she moans. "Just like that."

You're far too eager to please and she's far too turned on to last much longer. It's a desperate combination the leaves you wanting so much more.

For now, though, you focus on pushing her to the edge.

It doesn't take much longer, clearly teasing you had an intense effect on her too. Your fingers circle her swollen clit faster and faster until she's shaking on top of you, allowing you to move her up and down on your cock as her orgasm hits her point blank.

You half-expect her to moan her own name as she cums, to give in to the fantasy that she's getting fucked by herself and you're not here.

She doesn't, though.

She moans your name.

Even with the fact that you've shifted into her, that you've even given yourself a dick for her, she only sees you. She only wants you.

Of course, you wait to mention something to her.

First, you help her ride out her high, slowing down your movements until she can catch her breath again. She all but collapses on top of you, her body molding perfectly against yours. 

You stay tangled together for a few moments before she speaks up with a hoarse voice. "y/n? Can you...shift back now?"

Of course she would beat you to it.

"Sure. Anything you want, Captain."

It's a little strange considering you're still buried inside her, but you shift back to yourself. To the real, very green, version of yourself that only Carol's allowed to see.

Her hand cups your cheek before she's pulling you closer, her lips finding yours.

Maybe it's far from perfect. Maybe this is a horrible start to a relationship. Maybe you'll both regret this later.

For now, though? For now you'll simply bask in the afterglow with her.

[caitlinsnicket]

izzy hands sfw headcanons part 2

a/n: part 1 here. part 3 here HAHAHAHA im going lulu (also if you see any mistakes feel free to tell me so

after the loss of his leg, sometimes he might pretend to forget his cane just so he has to lean on you for support. truth is, he hid it under his bed so you would have a harder time finding it and he could spend more time with your arms around him

speaking of leaning, he leans a lot to get a look at you from a lower perspective (not that it's hard, he's not very tall), he leans on your body, on your arms and on your shoulders because he likes your warmth and loves to feel you near him

holds your hand to move around as well, displaying it proudly to the crew and puffing his chest out like a peacock so they know you're together

also tends to get very flushed if you lean on him and hold his hand, looking around expecting a joke, until you distract him with kisses on his cheek

lives for moments where you need comfort. it's not that he likes it when you're feeling bad, but he likes to feel needed for emotional suport, like he's good enough to make you feel better

he loves to feel useful when it comes to you, and so he learns to anticipate your needs and wants. he leaves something light for you to eat on a table on his cabin beside a cup of water, when on land always buys you new clothing pieces that he knows you might need, gets extra blankets in the middle of the night because he knows you might get cold, all that cheesy stuff

he's a romantic at heart

he is very particular about his hair, and has learned how to keep it tidy and practical for his day to day like. however, if you ever ask him to run your hands through it in the middle of the day or to style it in a different way, he'll move like lightning to sit on the ground, head at your hand's level so you can do as you please

his 'disheveled hair' look is probably his hottest too, strands framing his face beautifully, making him look disgruntled and mysterious at the same time. your fingers ache to touch it whenever he's like that

after a while he starts wearing his hair loose (without gel or pomade) more often while on the job, relaxing more and more with his own image

(he still loves his puffy fancy hair though

it's also the softest hair ever. you don't mention it when you notice the many hair care products hidden behind his bathtub, or the different things he uses to keep his hair in place, just as he won't mention it when he notices that you started using them too to smell like him

his favorite thing to do is having his hair taken care of by you. just mark him as yours in as many ways as you can

the curls on the nape of his neck are so endearing and charming it's hard for you to pay attention on anything he's saying. if he notices, he swears at you and walks off, fighting a goofy smile

one day, he decides he's gonna cut his hair short. you are supportive about it, obviously, even if a part of you is dying inside. so he goes out, cuts it and comes back with a glint on his eyes that is so obvious and endearing, as if he's begging you to praise him and call him pretty

and he just looks so nice and tidy and hot (so fucking hot) that you can't help but spend the next hour or so messing with his hair until his legs are wobbly and his mouth is hanging open

his hair ends up being spiked up very often, which makes him look younger and more relaxed. it brings warmth to your heart, and a shy smile to his lips

taking care of him is a tricky job, reserved to you (and fang) on the rare occasions he's too sick to fight back. still, he whines and struggles and cusses the both of you out until he gets too tired to complain anymore and just allows it to happen

feels extremely embarassed and self conscious whenever you feed him soup, but secretely he's vibrating with joy from your attention and care. he can't help but notice how much love is present from your touches and actions, and it makes him feel almost worthy of it

his favorite foods are the ones you cook for him when he's sick. you manage to put so much flavor and affection in it those that sometimes he yearns for a cold or a headache just so you'll cooks him something without him having to ask

he doesn't notice how much better you treat him in comparison to past lovers until jim or fang mention it to him, and he starts watching the things you do for him

it's the little things for him, like the way you neatly fold his clothes after he takes them off, the way there's always a cup of water on the side of his bed in the morning, or how sometimes you'll just remember things that he's mentioned in passing once and buy him a related trinket when you're both on land

he's over the moon and proud of having earned your affections, and will even grin in that manic way that sometimes gets to him

[portaltothevoid]

you're losing me part xiii

ao3 link

warnings: so much angst, tears, smut; fingering, hand job, thigh riding, quickie, little bit of a spit kink, p in v, rough sex, squirting, semi-public sex, (kind of accidental?) voyeurism, cum eating, weed use! smoking with papa!

word count: 11.3k (longest chapter yet!)

Hidden amongst the halls of the Ministry was a place where you would go for solitude. Not many people had reason to pass by here since the rooms in this wing of the top floor were mostly unoccupied. Centered in the hallway, overlooking the bustling grounds below, sat one of the many giant picture windows with a ledge just big enough for you to comfortably sit. You’d been curled up here for a while now, avoiding people. 

You’d managed to evade Copia over the past couple days. He was busy with not-so-secret meetings to prepare him to be the substitute Papa while you had been busy bonding with Phantom and the other Ghouls. They gave you comfort you didn’t even know you needed and felt like you had the family you always wanted. It was only a matter of time before your worries and stresses came back knocking, demanding your attention.

Today was his last show. You couldn’t stop thinking about him as much as you tried not to. Your thoughts clung to him like a magnet on a fridge. 

Your head had been resting on your knees, but as your mind circled the drain again and again, you leaned your head back with a groan. Even if you could do something, your hands were tied. You let your leg opposite the window slip down to touch the floor as you anxiously started to move it. Resting your temple on the cold glass, you tried to focus on the scene below you. Siblings and Ghouls alike were out for afternoon strolls, on their way into town for a night of fun, helping Primo tend his greenhouses… You chewed on your lip as you felt like a princess stuck in her tower. 

Lost in your pity party, you blocked out any and all sounds, missing the sound of footsteps that had become more and more familiar to you. It wasn’t until you felt a warm arm wrap around your calf and a head nuzzle into you near the bend at your knee, did you pull yourself from the inner workings of your mind to see Phantom curling up to you. 

“You’re so sad, Tater Tot,” he pouted. You really couldn’t stand the formality of being referred to as Your Eminence, so you asked the Ghouls to come up with something. You’d been munching on tater tots (for the second time that day) and after saying something sassy, Swiss responded with “Yeah, sure, whatever you say, Tater Tot!” After squeals from Cumulus and Sunshine, you’d been bestowed a Ghoulish nickname of your very own. 

No matter how deeply you sighed, it did nothing to relieve the crushing sorrow that had been currently placed on your chest. You longed to feel excited for what was to come, but the only thing you really allowed yourself to acknowledge was the dread of the unknown, of living a life you didn’t want, but need to for the “greater good.” You haven’t even ascended and already you were sick of it. 

“There are ways to keep things in these halls a secret if both parties are willing. There’s nothing that says you can’t have it all. You just have to be very clever and cunning about it.” And then of course, Secondo’s words kept echoing in your mind.

“I’m sorry, lovebug,” you sighed as you dropped your arm to rub his back. “Is it… is it really affecting you?”

You felt his shoulder rise and drop before he shook his head. “It’s a bit distracting, but only because I don’t know how to help.”

“There’s nothing you can really do… I don’t even think there’s anything I can do.”

“Do you… wanna talk about it? I was told about the prophecy before I was summoned for you, but it’s all… it gets confusing to keep up with everything.” You could tell by the way his eyes crinkled behind his silver mask that he was looking at you shyly. 

“The more I try to not think about Terzo, the more I do. I wish I could still hate him. That would make things so much easier,” you lamented as your head fell back against the cold marble behind you. “I just… I get this sick feeling in my gut when I think about what they’re doing. I think… I think this is why Terzo tried to bring about the prophecy the way he did, behind everyone’s backs? The more I think about everything in retrospect, the more I see power wasn’t what he necessarily wanted, but he did want to keep it away from those that don’t deserve it. He thought I would be able to… I don’t know, rise up quicker than I did to stop that? I just see what’s happening now… With how Sister Imperator is controlling everything, to how Copia’s changing slowly but surely… They say I have freewill, but I don’t think I do.”

Phantom nodded. “The greatest sacrifices are always greatly rewarded.”

You blinked, shocked by this sudden sage advice. “Wh-what?”

He chuckled. “Didn’t expect me to be so wise, huh? That’s a message from Lady Lilith. I was told I would give it to you when the time was right. You have power and you have intuition. You’ll know what to do. The only people you need to trust are Lucifer, Lilith, and yourself.”

“You have a wise Ghoul,” a voice sounded from across the hall, making both you and Phantom jump. As your heads whipped across to see the owner of the voice, you saw a very dapper man in a white suit with flowling silver hair and glowing red eyes. He was smirking at you. His shoulders moved in such a way that you knew he was silently laughing to himself, having scared you. 

Phantom scrambled to kneel in front of the man, bowing his head. “Oh, please, we needn’t be so formal right now,” he smiled as he waved away the Ghouls actions. “You’ve been questioning your freewill a lot, haven’t you, my child?”

Your mouth hung open slightly as you turned your body to fully face the man and that was when the realization hit you like a well-aimed kickball in gym class. “Lord Lucifer,” you breathed.

He nodded as he pushed himself off the wall. “I planned on visiting you a bit later, but even the most vital members of my flock need unprompted guidance sometimes,” he spoke smoothly as he sauntered towards you.

“I’m so afraid of making the wrong choice. I want to put the flock first, and myself last, but I don’t want to lose… everything in the process.” Your words spilled out in a panicked rush.

He paused to look at you thoughtfully. “Everything? Care to be more specific?” 

“I mean like…” Your shame, or maybe even your guilt, made you avert your eyes, looking at the floor and away from the Ministry’s patron deity that stood before you. Sucking in a shallow breath, “I don’t want to lose myself,” you revealed meekly. 

Now standing in front of you, he put his hand on your heart. The heat that radiated from it, you swore it would burst into flames at any moment. When you pulled your gaze from the floor and brought it up to his blazing irises, he was nodding. “Yes, you are being guided to make a certain choice. There are many reasons for that. Reasons you will not know for some time and reasons I cannot tell you right now. But trust. Confido fidei (trust faith). No one knows what is to come after the choice is made, not yet. There are much bigger things planned. Continue on the path you’re on. Don’t fear it. You are why we will be able to achieve more during this lifetime than ever before. Let them think they hold the power. Let them believe they have control. Soon you will see, my dear child. And you will laugh in their faces when they realize how they underestimated you. Both of you.” He leaned forward to gently kiss the top of your head.

Your eyes fluttered shut and when you opened them, you weren’t sitting on a windowsill at the abbey. You were on a couch. Phantom was still at your feet. Faint music could be heard surrounding you. In your shocked daze, you finally were able to listen closely enough to make out what you were hearing: Mummy Dust. That was the song being played.

Lucifer had transported you to the show. Terzo’s final show. 

You were quite literally pulled out of your stupor when Phantom excitedly tugged at your arm, dragging you out into a hallway. “Phantom, wait! What if someone sees us!?”

He kept walking as he turned to look back at you. “You named me Phantom for a reason. No one’s gonna see us! Come on, I wanna see Papa!”

Generally, the Ghouls bestowed upon the highest members of the clergy were almost always quintessence ones. Their abilities of teleportation and invisibility were used for safety. So, naturally of course, with you being on a fated course to be Lilith’s mortal representative of sorts, that was the element of your Ghoul. 

As the two of you meandered through the halls to get onto the floor to watch the show from front of house, you couldn’t help but ponder over why Lucifer put you here, why He wanted you to be here. Just when you thought you figured out your fate, more facets appeared. Clearly, there was more to the ascension than anyone had begun to realize.

When you both finally found a spot to watch the remainder of the show, Phantom bent down and patted his shoulders. With a chuckle and a shake of your head, you climbed on, gaining an unobstructed view over the crowd in front of you just as another song started. The second the first chorus began, it was like Terzo had zeroed in on you. 

The world is on fire.

His gaze, in particular his piercing white eye, which stood out amidst the man-made fog that clung to the stage, seemed to be looking right through you. Well, technically speaking he was since you were supposed to be invisible. Your body was supposed to be invisible. Not your essence, your presence. Even while focused on performing, perhaps it was merely subconsciously, he could feel you were there. Undoubtedly, there was a deep connection between the two of you, and neither had even begun to scratch the surface of it. Yet. 

And you are here to stay and burn with me.

 He outstretched his hand like he was reaching for you, just you. Absent-mindedly, you did the same. Two moths drawn to the same flame. An unspeakable nexus between you and him. 

He tore his eyes away from yours to continue with the performance of one of your favorite songs. You thanked and praised Lucifer for bringing you here. Being able to experience this, one last time… A gift you didn’t even know you desperately needed. Even during most of the encore song, you were able to enjoy yourself. But reality slapped you like a brick to the face once you remembered why you were here.

“Come on, sing it a little bit louder!” Terzo encouraged the crowd.

Your whole body tensed. He had no idea, even still. The crowd barely even reacted, but you saw them. Two burly men from a stage right door walked out, grabbing Terzo by the arms off the amp he was standing on. “Che cazzo! Ma che cazzo fate (What the fuck! What the fuck are you doing)?!” he shouted before the mic fell to the stage.

You could feel the panic rising from the Ghouls on stage. Aether tried to run after Terzo. When you noted more movement from the same side of the stage where the two goons came out of. This time, there were three. Two similarly dressed guard-looking types and a frail old man in white Papal regalia. Fury began to burn inside you. One of the men was carting an oxygen tank. 

Nihil. Papa fucking Nihil. Of course, Sister would have sent him here for this. You had seen enough.

After rapidly tapping on Phantom, he put you down. “We have to get to Terzo. Now,” you commanded. Before you could even take a step, you felt Phantom’s hand wrap around yours and the next thing you knew you were in the same room as before.

He won’t be able to see us until I know it’s safe. Phantom informed you telepathically while Terzo was pacing around the room. Omega was here too. He looked in your direction, but didn’t react when Terzo shouted, “Ho bisogno di risposte, Omega (I need answers)!”

You sighed angrily as you broke free from Phantom’s grasp. “Terzo,” you started to say as you rushed towards him. You stopped when he yelped like a scared puppy, since to him, you appeared out of thin air.

“Che cazzo, amore! What– Why are you– How did you–?” he stuttered, tripping over his words. 

“Um… Lucifer brought, or well, put us here,” you said hesitantly and almost bashfully.

“Lu— Lucifer?!” he stuttered again, still in shock as his adrenaline was on overdrive. “You saw Lucifer?”

“Yeah, but we have to talk about that later.” You stepped towards him, your hands outstretched to take hold of his arms. He stepped forward, meeting you in the middle. Gravitating towards the other like magnets, you held each other's arms just above the other’s elbow. “They’re officially revoking your title as Papa. That’s why you were pulled off stage. It’s… I don’t know what’s going on beyond that, but Terzo, they’re up to something. It’s not good, whatever it is. They did it this way because it’s for whatever’s next for the Ghost Proje–”

“You knew…” he breathed, his lips barely even moving. As if he touched hot iron, he took his hands away from you and stepped back a couple paces. “You knew and you didn’t… tell me?” he said, slightly more audible, but not any less hurt.

“Yeah, and it’s real shitty to be left in the dark, isn’t it? Look, we don’t have time for this! We need to get out of here!”

“And how do you think we do that, hm? I’m sure they’ll let us both walk right out the front fucking door!” he snapped.

You rolled your eyes. “There are two quintessence Ghouls here? We need to get back to the Ministry,” you said forcefully as you walked over to grab Phantom’s hand and dragged him over with you as you grabbed Omega’s.

“But Imperator forbade us from using unsanctioned teleportation…” Omega warned.

Your head whipped towards the towering Ghoul. Your eyes turned blacker than his outfit. “Aw, ‘but Imperator forbade us,’” you droned, mocking Omega, before shouting, “I don’t give a fuck what Imperator allows. Who allowed you the ability to talk? Me. Now grab Terzo and get us back to the fucking Minstry!” 

Omega nodded in panic. Both he and Phantom lunged at Terzo, wrapping their hands around his forearms. “Che–” he started to say, but before he got the next word out, they were already standing outside of the main entrance to the Ministry.

“ –Cazz-UGH!” Terzo finished his sentence by turning and throwing up into a nearby bush. 

You nodded. “Ah, is that why we’re outside and not inside?”

Omega shrugged and nodded. “He’s mostly human still and they don’t take very well… to… sudden teleportation.” 

This being your third time teleporting in the past hour and, well, ever… you were unaffected by it. The reality of your life made your stomach flip from Omega’s wording. Just because this had been your everyday life as of late, didn’t mean you had begun to process any of it. You shook your head and let out a breath hoping to expel some rising nerves along with it as you walked over to Terzo, rubbing his back. 

He shrugged you off as he stood up and stormed inside. 

“Hey!” you called after him, trotting to catch up to his fast pace fueled by anger. When you finally caught up to him, you grabbed his arm and spun him around to face you. Never in all the time that you’ve known him, had you seen such a fury shine through his eyes. “Hey,” you repeated, much softer this time. “I’m on your side.” Your grip loosened and you dragged your hand down his arm til your hand enclosed around his. “I’m on your side,” you repeated, staring into his eyes, and hoping the look on your face conveyed the conviction and sincerity you spoke with.

His body relaxed slightly as his hand tightened confidently around yours before his expression morphed into one of determination. “Then let’s go confront the bitch.”

Together you walked the halls of the Ministry to Sister Imperator’s office, hand in hand, feeling like a more solidified unit than you had in quite some time. You were about to round the last corner that led to the corridor which housed the senior most clergy members' offices, when you gently tugged at his hand, bringing your small group to a halt. You looked at Terzo with worry and sorrow etched into your face.

“We can’t…” You looked down at your joined hands, reluctantly pulling yours back to your side. “We can’t go in there like this.”

“I know,” he agreed quietly.

“I have to pretend– They have to think I’m theirs. Fuck, there’s so much I have to tell you.” Your shoulders sagged as a breath was pushed from your lungs by the weight of everything left unsaid.

“I know, amoruccio. I know.” He placed his hand on the side of your neck, fingers wrapped around towards the back, allowing him to angle your head down. With a half step forward, he leaned his forehead against yours. You held onto his wrist, rubbing your thumb across the back of his still gloved hand. After a few moments, he let go of you. One of his telltale smirks brightened his face. “You really do. You haven’t even introduced me to your Ghoul yet.”

Phantom did a little hop so he was in Terzo’s line of sight and waved to him. You happily rolled your eyes at the Ghoul’s antics. The other two couldn’t help but stifle their laughter. 

A calm settled over the four of you. The brief calm turned to sobered reality when the realization of what brought all of you to this moment settled on you like a weighted blanket. “Follow my lead?” you asked Terzo when a sudden plan popped into your head.

“Sempre (always),” he said with a nod, which you returned. 

After a deep breath, you shouted, “Goddammit, Terzo!” as you resumed the warpath to Sister Imperator's office. Turning the corner you continued, “This has nothing to do with me! It wasn’t my place to tell you!”

“So, you admit it, you did know! You knew the whole fucking time!” he shouted back, quickly figuring out the scenario you were acting out. 

“Aw, see? Being the last to know about something that’s happening to you really fucking hurts, doesn’t it? Gotta love karma!”

“Don’t even go there. This is completely different and you know it. You could have at least given me a heads up!” 

“I don’t owe you shit,” you retorted as you stood with your hand on the door knob. “And you know what? I’m sick of you taking your shit out on me. You wanna yell and whine and cry to someone?” You threw the door open. “Fucking have at it!” you concluded, holding the door open and he stormed in.

Sister Imperator’s eyes were round, nearly growing in size as she registered that it was actually Terzo who was bearing the brunt of your aggression and accompanying you as you burst through the door. Copia was in her office, too. Oh, how convenient. He didn’t even try to hide the smug look on his face, especially when you walked over to him and leaned on the arm of the chair he was sitting in. He flashed you a quick smile, a pleasantry which you didn’t return, playing it off due to being too annoyed from the situation at hand. 

“Well? Is anyone going to fucking say anything or just sit around and fucking gawk at me?” Terzo huffed, throwing his arms up in the air.

“The show only ended less than an hour ago. How is it that you are already here?” Sister Imperator raised an eyebrow and directed her authoritative gaze at you. “And what were you doing with them?”

“Ghouls, obviously, Sister,” Terzo said condescendingly to the older woman as he rolled his eyes.

Your palms went up in an act of defensive surrender. “Hey, don’t drag me into this. Phantom and I were coming back from a walk outside and poof!” You imitated a sudden burst with your hands. “They just appeared right in front of me.” 

“Unsanctioned teleportation is forbidden,” Sister chastised. 

Terzo let out a noise that was somewhere between a scoff and a squeak. “For fuck’s sake, with her here,” he waved his whole arm in your direction, “all your rules for the Ghouls are null and void. And I think my Papacy being publicly revoked without any indication whatsoever warrants an emergency teleportation to get some fucking answers!”

With a heavy sigh, she curled her lips in, shaking her head while looking to the ground as if in a silent prayer for strength. “She will not and currently does not have the proper authority to override rules that I set in place until her ascension is complete.”

“Uh, okay, and Ghouls can use their words now because of me, but sure, yeah. What authority do I have?” You rolled your eyes now. “Omega, I think you did a fine job taking care of the human you are bound to in his time of distress.”

“Thank you, Your Eminence,” Omega acknowledged aloud with a nod, which earned them an ice-cold glare from Sister Imperator. 

“Well, would you look at that…” you mumbled indignantly, while shooting Imperator a look that said ‘told you so.’ 

Copia even let out a short burst of laughter at your defiance, especially when Terzo shot you a look, which he took to be one of frustration for being ignored. You, on the other hand, knew it was more of a warning. You had to tread lightly.

“Enough.” Sister Imperator briefly pinched the bridge of her nose as she collected her thoughts and quieted her frustration, before she turned her attention to Terzo. “Your album cycle is over now. Therefore, publicly, we need a fresh and younger face to represent our Ministry. We need to redirect the path you were leading us down.”

“A path that led us to our first appearance on American television and a Grammy, but yes, what a sordid path that was. Let’s change course!” Terzo interjected snarkily.

“Somewhere along the way you lost the seriousness of our teachings. Quite frankly, you were too goofy. For me, the kazoo was the last straw along with your blasé attitude.”

“Don’t insult my kazoo finesse! It is more difficult than it looks.” You had to suppress a giggle that wanted to escape, so you bit down hard on your lip. Memories of Terzo and his kazoo flooded your mind, but now wasn’t the time to reminisce. So, you shook your head, trying to dispel them. Luckily the simple action just made you look as tired as Sister Imperator was of Terzo’s antics and flare for the dramatics. 

After another heavy sigh, Sister continued, “With the ascension looming, it is the perfect time for the transition. Copia will become our new Fidei Defensor (Defender of the Faith) of sorts.”

You let out another scoff. “So what does that make me? Anne Boelyn?” You dropped your voice to grumble agitatedly to yourself, “Maybe this is a fucking monarchy…”

Copia reached over to pat your leg. “No, cara mia. I’ll always choose to work through our issues, not behead you.” He quietly laughed at his own joke, but really it was more of a subtle jab, which he made a point to direct his smirk at Terzo, whose similar dichromatic eyes blazed with fury.

Sister Imperator cleared her throat. “Copia is not officially recognized as being a part of the bloodline, and with Papa Nihil still being alive, he will appoint Copia who will take over leading the Ministry for the time being, seeing as how he is our current most senior clergy member. I already have preparations being made to inform the audience of the Ghost project of the news.”

“Thank you, Sister,” Copia said with a nod and held out his fist for a fist bump, but when he just stared at his hand, he just knocked twice on the desk with his knuckle. 

“So that’s it. I’m thrown away like yesterday’s newspaper and replaced with… him?”

“Terzo, you will always be our Third Papa. We could not have gotten where we are today without your…” she paused for a moment, clearing her throat, “without you. We still hold you in the highest regard and with the utmost respect,” she smiled warmly at the now-former Papa, but still, the smile seemed forced. She was acting like the head of HR letting a star employee go due to budget cuts: formal and fake. 

“Now, we need to focus on the upcoming rituals,” she continued with her commanding, all-business tone in an effort to steer the subject away from the Papacy before Terzo had even more of a meltdown. “Tomorrow evening, each of you will pledge yourselves to your patron deities. Our star of the show will be pledging herself to Lilith, of course. As for you two,” her eyes darted between Terzo and Copia, almost hesitantly testing the waters as if putting the two of them together in the same sentence would set off some kind of chain reaction, “your deity will present themselves to you. They will offer you all guidance for the final ritual. The following day, you will meet with our High Priestess to receive a tarot reading for clarity on the next phase of your journeys. This isn’t a requirement for the ascension, but any and all wisdom should be welcomed. Through tomorrow’s ritual, our soon to be Papessa Electus Prima will provide us with insight for the ascension itself. We have knowledge of the basics, but more intricate details have to be divinely provided so as to preserve its sacredness. Now that we are all on the same page, please get the hell out of my office.”

“Okie dokie, thank you. Thank you again, Sister,” Copia said as he slapped his thighs and rose from his seat. He bowed slightly at Imperator who smiled, a warm twinkle in her eye. Quickly that faded when she watched Terzo storm out of the office. You were too busy being concerned about Terzo to even register that Sister Imperator had said what your title will be once the ascension has been completed.

Omega, tell him I’ll find him later tonight. I won’t let him go through this alone. You thought to Terzo’s Ghoul just before he stepped out into the hallway. 

You got it, Tater Tot.

Phantom shifted awkwardly, ringing his hands together. Before you could offer him any comfort, you were distracted by Copia’s hand on the small of your back as you stood. Together you walked out of the room. Copia closed the door behind you, but not before turning back and offering a small wave to Sister Imperator. As the three of you started to walk, Copia asked, “Will you be joining me for dinner tonight, or will your company be the Ghouls?”

You couldn’t have planned your alibi better if you tried. “I was going to join the Ghouls for one more night. You know, just to get more acquainted with them.”

“The past few days haven't been enough?” he laughed nervously, but somewhere underneath that you could hear his annoyance. 

“I wasn’t supposed to say anything…” Phantom spoke up, “but we have something planned for Her Eminence tonight. Uh, since the Ghost Ghouls will be back, and I haven’t met them yet, um, I would feel a lot better if Tater Tot, um, I mean Her Eminence! I’d feel better if she was there with me.”

“Tater Tot?” Copia’s eyebrow shot up in surprise. “Hm, cute nickname. It suits you.” That nickname was only for your Ghouls to use. It sounded wrong falling from his lips. You caught yourself before you started to ball your fists, so you played it off by waving your hand up to his chest. 

“I won’t stay there the whole night, but I don’t know how late I’ll be…” you tried to reassure Copia. You came to a stop as you reached the part of the Ministry where the clergy’s quarters were to the left and the Ghoul den was to the right. Slinking your arms around his waist, you gently started to sway as you put on your cutest smile. “In the morning, I’m all yours.”

Letting out a breath through his nose, he placed his hands on your shoulders, gently rubbing them. He leaned down so his forehead was touching yours, causing you to still as you looked into his eyes. “Lucky for you, sono molto paziente (I’m very patient).”

Pushing up on your tiptoes, you kissed him. His hands slid up to gently hold your face between them, allowing him to deepen the kiss. After a few moments, he pulled away. “Are you sure I can’t convince you?” he whispered.

Phantom stepped closed, crouching down between you both so the attention would be diverted to him. “It is a really good surprise. We’d be so sad if we had to wait!”

You shrugged, looking at Phantom and then back to Copia. “Come on, look at those puppy dog eyes. How can I say no?” Both of you chuckled softly. You moved one of your hands up to his face to trace along one of his sideburns. “Duty calls…”

“Sì, sì. I know. I just miss you,” he sighed before he gingerly kissed your forehead, stepping out of the embrace. One corner of his mouth turned upwards into a sly smile, “Tomorrow morning though, you’re mine.”

“All yours…” you said, or technically lied, as you held onto his hand. You needed him to believe that truth. Turning your Ghoul, “Phantom, go ahead without me. I won’t be long. Help them get the surprise set up,” you winked at him. I have to play along, tide him over. Your quick thinking was perfect. You added in your thoughts. 

“Okay, don’t take too long… Sodo might come looking for you. You know how impatient he is,” Phantom laughed as he turned to silently glide away towards the Den. 

Copia eyed you suspiciously as you turned back to him with a grin so mischievous it rivaled that of a succubus. There was an alcove tucked away nearby. With his hand still in yours you pulled him towards it. “Amore, what are you—?”

“Shhh,” you shushed, putting a finger to his lips, pausing briefly before you slowly dragged it down and then traced his bottom lip. “I know I haven’t been around lately and we don’t have much time now, but maybe I can still make it up to you…” Slowly you trailed your hands down the front of his cassock, until you forcefully grabbed the fabric of his pellegrina. Hastily, you guided him towards you as you spun around, backing yourself into the alcove and up against a wall. 

To steady himself, he put one hand against the wall beside your head. The other was tightly holding your hip. Roughly, you pulled him towards you until your bodies were flushed against each other. Your lips crashed into each other’s. The kiss was sloppy and crazed, near manic. He tried to slot his thigh between your legs, but the long fabric of his cassock got in the way. He broke away from you, muttering “Goddammit,” as he started to undo some of the buttons. You bent down to undo the lowest ones, working your way up until you met his hands that trembled from anticipation. Flinging the red fabric behind him, you hooked your fingers in his belt loops to bring him closer to you once again. 

He wasted no time sliding your habit up to your hips as your barely concealed core met his leg. Your quiet moan was muffled by your mouth moving against his as you began to grind on his thigh. You never stopped your movements as he breathed out, “What if someone sees us?” 

“Then let them see,” you smirked. His eyes searched yours as you saw the carnal, practically animalistic lust finally cloud his eyes. Unceremoniously, your lips crashed against his. You kissed up the side of his face, before dragging your tongue under his sideburn. When your mouth neared his ear, you nipped at his lobe. “Take what you want from me,” you growled. 

He pushed you harder into the wall as he used his leg to widen your stance. His left hand took hold of your shoulder, while his right dropped between your legs. With the gusset of your now dampened underwear out of the way, he dragged his leather-covered fingers up and down your folds as his thumb drew circles on your clit. 

Tucking your lips around your teeth, you hummed, leaning your head back against the wall. Involuntarily, your hips jutted against his hand, desperately trying to increase the friction. 

Suddenly, his movements stopped. You opened your eyes and before you could even whimper, “Eyes. On. Me.” he commanded. 

Wrapping your hand around his forearm attached to your shoulder, your eyes locked on his. “Brava ragazza,” he murmured, plunging two fingers inside you. Your nails dug into him as he began to slowly pump his fingers in and out of you. You leaned forward to unbutton and unzip pants, freeing his cock that was screaming for attention. Bringing your hand up to his face, you held out your palm in front of his mouth, which he lewdly licked. When you then cupped your hand under his chin, he spat in it. He hissed as you began to stroke his cock, matching the pace of his curling fingers. If it weren’t for the gloves, you could have seen his knuckles turn white against your shoulder. 

When the obscene sounds emanating from your cunt were loud enough for a passerby to easily hear, he abruptly took his fingers out of you. You let go of him as he took himself in his own hand to drag his length up and down your folds before he rubbed the weeping tip against your clit. “Fuck,” you groaned, as you rutted your hips along him, clawing at the back of his neck. 

Just when your nails had dug into his flesh almost to the point of drawing blood, he lined himself up and pushed himself inside you until there was no space between his hips and yours. With ease, his length filled you, stretching out your walls almost painfully slow. It took all you had for your legs not to buckle underneath you. Especially when he swiftly increased the pace of his thrusts and drilled into you relentlessly. You could feel your juices start to drip around his cock. That was when you brought your hands to his shoulders, pressing down as you hoisted yourself up to wrap your legs around his waist. 

With a grunt, he pushed you further into the wall as you enclosed your arms around his neck. The slight change in angle was everything you needed. Copia moaned into the crook of your neck, before biting your collar bone with a guttural growl. You shut your eyes, feeling the coil so close to snapping. “Diavolessa mia,” he groaned.

My she-devil. She-devil.

Truthfully, you couldn’t decipher if that turned you on or enraged you, but you felt something inside you snap, or rather, come alive. Whatever Infernal gift that lived inside you, now overrode your emotions. It heightened the disdain, the irritation, the hatred you felt for the man who thought this was a depraved act of love. No, for you, this was now just a means to an end. You were using him and the fact he believed the opposite spurred you on with a sadistic glee. Love had no place here with you, only a primal kind of lust. 

When you opened your eyes, you knew they were darker than the shadows that shrouded you. Copia couldn’t focus on anything else besides you, but in that moment, you managed to hear soft foot falls, the slight clacking of dress shoes, growing louder as they grew closer. From the ferocity of Copia pounding into you, you could care less about quieting the pants and moans that spilled from your lips. Your volume only increased, partly from the added arousal of being seen and partly to distract Copia from the fact someone would see. You watched as the person came into your line of vision and walked by, looking down at the ground, albeit with a smirk on his face. Slowly his head turned up to give you some sort of kudos for the defiant act of sin you were partaking in. 

You were so lost in the haze of an impending orgasm and not able to quickly recognize who exactly just entered your line of sight, who was within earshot. Purposefully, your moans got a bit louder still. 

But he would have recognized those sounds anywhere.

The accidental voyeur’s head snapped up, his mismatched eyes met your demonic ones. That look was all it took to send you hurtling over the edge. Instantly, your walls clenched around Copia. The coil didn’t just snap, it shattered. He pulled out of you just in time for your release as your whole body shook, but your eyes never wavered from the man in front of you. With an otherworldly growl, you could feel your juices drain out of you, sounding like someone dropped a glass of water onto the marble floor. 

Terzo’s mouth hung at the hinges as he looked to the floor, then back up at you. As he stared into your obsidian eyes, his white eye burned. You could feel it too, like an electric shock. You knew your aftershocks were because of him, because it was Terzo’s gaze that was boring into yours. Any emotion you had been feeling towards Copia was adamantly replaced with this deep feeling of longing for the man in front of you that you couldn’t… that you weren’t supposed to have. Slowly, Terzo pulled himself out of his trance. His face devoid of his Papal paints gave way for the anger and hurt he felt to shine through like a beacon in the night. Having seen more than enough, he retreated.

You barely noticed how Copia had pushed himself inside you again to chase his own release. It was only when he whispered, “I’m close. Cazzo, I’m gonna–” gruffly in your ear, did you pull yourself out of your own trance you had found yourself in. Your eyes returned to normal as you dropped your unsteady legs to the floor and lowered to your knees. 

Gazing up at Copia, looming over you as he now stroked himself at a relentless pace, you waited, open mouthed and tongue out. Just the way you knew he wanted you. Mere seconds after he placed the tip of his cock on your tongue, he leaned forward bracing himself again with one hand on the wall. You closed your eyes as you felt the warmth of his cum hit your face and tongue. For the moment, you allowed yourself to imagine it was someone else standing before you. The fantasy was short-lived when you heard nothing but your heaving breaths. 

Dutifully, you took him in your mouth, sucking off any of his spend that remained. Swallowing as you stood, his eyes shone with admiration for you. Had it not been for the previous distraction, you would have been proud of yourself, but all you could feel was guilt ripping apart your chest. 

No sooner had you removed the back of your hand from your mouth, it was replaced with a hard kiss as Copia held your arms in a vice grip. Any remaining cum on your face, he licked off of you. Again, he rested his forehead atop yours as you both came down from two very different highs. “Grazie,” he said through a breathy chuckle.

“Told you, I wanted to make it up to you,” you remarked with a half smile. 

“You sure you won’t be, eh, too worn out for your little Ghoul party?”

“I’ll be fine, don’t you worry.” You weren’t sure who you were reassuring: him or yourself.

Gently, he kissed your forehead, then backed up to tuck himself back in his pants and straighten out his cassock. “‘Til tomorrow morning then, topolina mia.” He started to leave and just as he was about to exit the alcove, he turned just enough for you to see his profile. The way the light hit him made his smirk seem almost sinister. “I understand why you were so enamored with him. We’ll have to do this again sometime, hm? Oh, and, ehm, have fun with your Ghouls… Tater Tot.” You noted the subtle shake of his shoulders as he laughed while he left to return to his quarters.

You froze in place at his words. The hem of your habit barely moved past your hips. Darkness swirled in your eyes like the oncoming of a hurricane’s eye wall after the eye had passed. All you wanted to do was run after him and grab him by the back of his neck and watch his blood stain the white marble underneath you. Your eyes scrunched shut so tightly you could feel the surrounding muscles working overtime. As you focused on breathing in and out slowly, Terzo’s dejected expression flashed through your mind. You had to find him. Seeing you like that… That was the last thing he needed to see today. 

After smoothing out your habit and fixing your hair, you started off in the direction you had seen him go. Luckily it was in the same direction as the Ghoul’s Den. 

You knew you needed to give him some time and desperately wanted to remove any trace of what just happened, so no sooner had you walked through the threshold of the den, did Cumulus and Sunshine rush right to your side. Aside from the look on your face and your disheveled state, you’re sure they could smell part of what you had just done. 

They ushered you to a nearby bathroom that was en suite to one of their rooms. “Oh, honey, what happened? Your emotions don’t match…” Sunshine wondered.

Everything started to pour out of you as the Ghoulettes assisted you getting yourself cleaned up. How you’ve come to despise Copia because of the prophecy and Imperator’s games, how your worry about Terzo somehow called in Lucifer who brought you to him, which brought you to Imperator’s office, which led you to try to satiate Copia with an alcove quickie. Something that was in fact an idea you did actually borrow from your time with Terzo, so Copia’s comment, you knew, was premeditated, only fueling your rage even more. The only reason you even came up with that plan was to get him off your trail, so you could go and see Terzo, but he just happened to be at the wrong place at the wrong time. Now the image of his pained and despondent expression was burned into your memory. 

“He was here, you know, Papa Terzo,” Cumulus said almost hesitantly. Sunshine nudged her in the ribs, but she waved the other Ghoul off. “He was giving something to Omega. I think it was… It doesn’t matter what it was. He loves you, Tater Tot.”

“I know,” you spoke with a hushed tone, but even that didn’t keep your voice from breaking. “It’s like no matter what we do, we’re destined to hurt each other.”  

Sunshine handed her a pair of black pants that were part of their uniform and a matching black button down shirt. The pants fit perfectly, but the shirt was oversized, so you tied it at your waist. You tossed your hair up into a messy bun, allowing your bangs and stray curls to frame your face perfectly. 

The Ghoulettes nodded at you in approval. “He won’t hate you for what he saw.”

“I don’t think he could hate you if he tried or if Omega’s life depended on it,” Cumulus said, her eyes sparkling. 

You let out a quick breath of a laugh, nodding in agreement. Sunshine put her hand on your shoulder. “Go to him,” she encouraged.

You remembered how he headed back the same direction he had come. It didn’t take long for you to realize that that way, while also leading to the Ghoul’s Den, also led to a side door, which led to a path that went through Primo’s garden. While the path wrapped around the perimeter of the Ministry grounds, not too far off on the outskirts of them was a lone sycamore tree just before the river that was hidden by the neighboring forest. 

For whatever reason, despite its majestic beauty, Siblings never frequented this spot. Rarely anyone sought refuge under its branches. Except Terzo. This was his spot. His place for respite from the troubles which plagued him because of his place in the Ministry. It wasn’t long before it became your spot too. In fact, one of the first times he requested your company, alone, he took you there. Whenever you both ended up at that tree, he was always honest. He was vulnerable. 

If he was anywhere within the Ministry, that was where you knew you would find him.

The gravel crunched under your shoes as you crossed your arms over your chest in an effort to shield yourself from the crisp, autumn air as the setting sun fell with the temperature. Ahead of you, you could just make out a figure sitting under the sycamore tree. A cloud of smoke drifted away, carried by the wind in front of him. There was a moment you almost smiled. Memories of happier times danced into your mind, but they were quickly squashed by the worry of what you would even say when you did reach him. 

Guilt clawed its way into the forefront of your thoughts. You shouldn’t feel guilty for what he saw. Not after what he did to you. Not after you discussed with him the choice you knew you had to make. And yet, there it settled on your conscience like a cinder block. No matter whether you were together or not, it seemed like all you did was hurt each other, sometimes intentionally, sometimes inadvertently. You hated it. All you wanted was for this ordeal to be over. Even if that meant your happiness would be confined to the shadows.

The scent of weed wafted towards you as your footfalls became audible to the man who sat holding a lit joint between his fingers. You didn’t say anything as you sat down next to him, staring ahead at the expanse of nature before you. Wordlessly, he held it out to you, which you took, silently thanking Satan for the mental relief that was moments away. After a couple hits, you went to pass it back, but he just shook his head. It was three quarters of the way gone already, so you took it upon yourself to finish it. Once you snuffed it out, you pulled your knees to your chest, crossing your arms over them for something to rest your chin on.

There were a few beats of silence. Enough time for your lids to feel heavy and your thoughts to quiet slightly. You tried your best to be present in the moment as you listened to the rustling of the dying leaves above you, felt the coolness of the grass underneath you, watched the shadows of the tree dance on the ground in front of you. 

“Did you feel something when you realized it was me…?” Terzo asked you, being the first one to break the silence, his voice cautious and barely above a whisper.

“It was like… this jolt of electricity.”

“Hmm. I felt it too. In my eye. The white one. Wonder what it means…”

“Maybe it was because we have this strong connection, I don’t know,” you guessed with a shrug, but then the obviousness of your statement dawned on you both. 

Slowly your heads turned toward each other. The two of you erupted into laughter, the most either had laughed in days. Laughing so hard you couldn’t breathe, you pressed against him as you leaned to the side. He pushed back into you. You shifted enough so his leg was against your back as you looked up at him, giggles slowly subsiding. The way he looked down at you, a wistful smile on his face, his eyes shining with an amusement you’d almost forgotten as of late, the way his hair fell away from his face… You’d be lying if you claimed it didn’t make your heart skip a beat. 

He closed his eyes, shaking his head, his hair swishing back and forth. “I think you’re onto something, amata mia,” he chuckled. 

“You know, I just have this hunch…” you giggled again. 

He took one of your hands and laced his fingers through yours, staring off in the distance in front of you as he absentmindedly caressed your thumb with his. He let out a heavy sigh, serving as a reminder for the circumstance of the clandestine meeting. 

“I’m sorry you had to… that you saw that…” you mumbled, avoiding his gaze as yours locked on your intertwined hands. 

“Why are you sorry? That’s the least I deserve. It’s karma. It’s karma for something I can never atone for.”

“It’s in the past. It fucking sucked but…” Your eyes closed as you tried to expel your melancholia. “I just wish we could stop hurting each other.”

“I don’t think that’s possible anymore, amore.” You looked up at him again to see how he clenched his jaw as he swallowed. “Tell me how your summoning ritual went,” he murmured.

You couldn’t hide the smile that spread across your face. “I went into the trance and there he was. Started out like a black mist and then slowly got more human-shaped. He said Lilith had sent him. He asked me if I wanted to bond with him and the next thing I know I’m, like, jolted back into my body. And then there he was! I ran right over to him and told Secondo to get him a robe, because he shouldn’t be exposed like that while adjusting to mortality.” While recounting the events to Terzo, you were staring up into the tree, but slowly dragged your eyes to him when you heard a giggle. “What’s so funny? How’s that funny? How would you feel if you were zapped out of your Hell home and thrown into… whatever this is!” You glared at him with half-opened eyes as you lazily, yet emphatically waved your hand around.

“It’s just a very ‘you’ thing to do,” he laughed, shaking his head slightly. “We’ve always given a newly summoned Ghoul their space, approach them slowly and with caution. No one’s ever just ran right up to them.”

“Yeah, because most of the clergy treat them as just ‘The Help’ and forget their human side,” you grumbled.

“I don’t treat my Ghouls like that!” Terzo glaring at you defensively.

“I said ‘most of the clergy.’ Not all. Chill, Stoney Tenerone (big softie),” you reassured with a smirk. He just rolled his eyes. “Anyway, now I know why everyone seemed kind of shocked. So, then we did the blood bond. I spoke to him my way, so I guess that’s also why everyone was shocked. We just kind of went and did the thing… silently. And then I grabbed him and we went to the Ghoul Den and got him his outfits. I got to meet more of the Ghouls and I basically spent all my time with them. Which was perfect because I did not want to deal with Copia.” You wrinkled your nose in disgust.

Terzo scoffed. “Trouble in paradise?”

“1.) Fuck you. 2.) It’s far from paradise. And 3.) He pissed me off.” Terzo raised an eyebrow, wordlessly encouraging you to elaborate. “Well, first he casually dropped the bomb that he knew what was happening to you at the final show after we… made up…” You cleared your throat. “He’s starting to get… possessive. Like– like the power is already going to his head…” Your thoughts drifted for just a moment. Quickly you continued before Terzo got a chance to ask you to explain. “Anyway, the next morning, apparently Imperator told him I needed to make an appearance at breakfast. So, of course, that was the last thing I wanted to do. All I wanted to do was sleep. But noooo. Right as I was about to enter, I kind of clammed up and didn’t want to go in. And you know what he fucking said to me?”

“Something stupid?”

“He compared me walking in there and having everyone’s eyes on me because of whatever they think is going on with me as if it were just like the times when I went in there with my head held high when everyone was whispering about what you were doing behind my back.”

“And you didn’t try to kill him for saying that?”

“Not that time. I just showed him who has more power and that it’s not him. I went and sat in your seat at the clergy table.” You beamed at him triumphantly.

He let out a laugh. “I’m sure Imperator loved that.”

“She told me to move and I just flashed her my eyes and was like ‘I think I’ll stay right here,’” You reenacted, showing him how easily you could switch back and forth from your infernal gaze. “Then he tried to order one of my Ghouls to get him breakfast and I shut that down so fast. He tried to make it seem like I was putting on a show because of what was happening to you, but I basically just said how for once people are gossiping about me and what I’m doing and not whose bed I’m in. That shut him up. Then Secondo saved me by helping me with the ritual prep.”

“So when was the time you wanted to kill Copia?”

“Earlier tonight. He’s getting more… I don’t know. I just don’t fucking trust him. First, he called me la sua diavolessa. Then when I… When we were done… He fucking smirked and was like ‘Oh I see why you were so enamoured with him. Let’s do this again. Go have fun with the Ghouls,” and then used the nickname that they call me! As if it was his to use! It’s fucking not. And the way he fucking knew I got the alcove move from you. Like. He’s just trying to upset me at this point.” You let out your frustration with a heavy exhale through your nose. Suddenly as your train of thought veered slightly from the path it was on, your face softened as you looked up at him. “Hey, do you remember when you asked me if I loved him?”

His brows knitted together, unsure of where you were going with this. He only cautiously nodded in response. 

“I don’t think I ever did. I thought I did, but… He was just giving me what I needed to fill a void. I needed comfort and somehow he was just always… there.” He brushed hair away from your eyes. It was impossible for him to hide the smirk on his face. “Don’t even say it,” you warned with a light tone.

“Say what? That I was right and you would choose me in the end? No, I’d never say something like that,” he teased. “Wait, you saw Lucifer.”

“Speaking of the end of all this… yeah. He mentioned that and how we need to let this play out, let them underestimate the both of us.”

“The both of us?” he reiterated.

“Phantom said the only ones I need to trust are Lilith and Lucifer. It’s us against them, I guess. I sure as shit will never trust Sister Imperator or Copia for that matter…”

“I never did either. Why do you think I didn’t tell anyone about how I… about what I was–”

“I knew it!” you squealed as you bolted upright and turned to face him. “I finally realized that today. Just before I saw Lucifer. I’m sorry I didn’t–”

“No,” he interrupted sternly. “You have nothing to be sorry for. It doesn’t matter if you understand now or not. I should have trusted that you would understand. I should have told you. I never should have–” He stopped himself from continuing. His intake of breath was shaky at best. “There’s a reason she calls herself Imperator,” he snarled. 

“She wants all the control. She… she knows more than she lets on.” Just then, as cliche as it was, a lightbulb went off in your head. “Hey, how did you even think to start looking into the prophecy?”

“Porca puttana!” he growled. “When we first started being intimate, I noticed the mark on your back. I looked up the mark of Lilith, but there was nothing about a prophecy. Until… Our summer holiday. You were in the pool. Sister stood next to me and said something about your birthmark. I responded by saying it was almost as if you had her mark. Within days after getting back, somehow there were texts on my desk that led me to the prophecy. She knew. That bitch fucking knew.”

“She knew you’d get obsessed with it, didn’t she?”

Terzo nodded. “She knew the whole fucking time! Cazzo, and here I was thinking keeping it from everyone was the safe way to do it.”

“How much do you think she knows? How much does Copia know? Fuck. Fuck! Are we still in the dark? Do they know more than us?!” Your voice started to rise with your panic.

Terzo rotated at his torso, putting both hands on your shoulders to turn you towards him. “Listen to me. Lucifer showed himself to you–”

“Yeah and he showed himself to Copia, too. That doesn’t make me–” You cut off Terzo, but he did the same to you.

“Yes, it does. You are special, amata. They chose you.”

Your brows furrowed, realization flashing across your face. With a distant voice, you spoke as if you were trying to convince yourself that these words were true, “He… Lucifer said that it’s because of me they’ll be able to achieve so much…” 

“See?” he said in a hushed tone, moving his hands up to cradle your face. His thumbs brushed soothingly along your cheeks. You couldn’t help but let your eyes close as you leaned into his touch. Resting his forehead on yours he continued, “Believe in yourself, like He does, like I do, like I always have.”

Worry pulled at your eyes as you gently pushed him back enough to look at him. “This kind of shit doesn’t come without a price, even I know that. I just have such a horrible feeling this isn’t going to end well. No matter what we do. I don’t think…” your voice cracked, rendering you unable to speak the words that danced on your lips.

“Nothing is going to keep me from you. Niente.” You nodded in agreement as he pushed himself back, turning so his back was against the tree. He widened his legs, “Vieni (come here),” he beckoned. 

You maneuvered yourself around, scooting up so that your back was flush against his chest. He wrapped his arms around your waist, leaning his chin on your shoulder. Crossing your arms over his, you intertwined your fingers together.

Out of nowhere, your upper body started to shake from the way you were laughing. After teasingly kissing your neck, he drawled, “What’s so funny, amata?”

You moved your head to the side, craning your neck away from him. “Secondo told me how there are ways to keep this a secret. We just have to both be willing and, uh, I think he said we have to just be clever and cunning about it too.” 

“Hmm, davvero (really)?” he murmured, pulling you even closer as he constricted his arms around you while nuzzling into your neck. 

“Mm-hmm,” you hummed in agreement as he started to leave a trail of kisses up the side of your neck. You sighed, turning your head as you leaned back as when he neared your jaw. Bringing your hand up to his face as his lips met yours. When his tongue brushed against your bottom lip, your hand slid behind his head as you let him in. You could feel the vibrations in his chest from his quiet moan against your back after you tethered your fingers through the hair at the nape of his neck and started to pull.

Swiftly, you broke away from the kiss and turned yourself so you were facing him, knees on either side of his hips, straddling him. You grabbed his face, holding him gently in your hands as you leaned down to kiss him with a higher intensity than before. His hands fisted the linen fabric of your shirt at your waist. It didn’t take long for you to start grinding your hips down and against his, but he let go of your shirt to push back your hips. 

It wasn’t until he broke away from the kiss did you fully realize he was stopping you. You eyed him curiously. “What’s… wrong?” you spoke slowly, trying to find your words between the high you still felt and the daze from the kiss. 

“Amore,” he looked up at you, his eyes pleading, “we can’t–”

“No, we shouldn’t.” You leaned back in and started to kiss his neck.  “Can’t and shouldn’t… are two… different things,” you muttered in between continuous kisses.

His hands moved up your arms to your shoulders where he gently pushed you back again. Your hands slid down to his chest. His eyes were watered down with sadness. He shook his head.

You pushed back to get a better look at him. Your lips parted in disbelief and disappointment. “Why?” you asked, cocking your head to the side. “Is it because of the tree?”

“Wh-what? No? Wait, what kind of spell do you think I cast over this tree?”

“People can’t, ya know, do stuff under it?”

He sighed, shaking his head at you. He wanted his demeanor to remain serious, but he couldn’t help but crack a small smile at you. “No, amore. Wait, how high are you? We’ve ‘done stuff’ here on more than one occasion. It’s not that you can’t lie with another under this tree, but that you can’t lie to another. Very simple misunderstanding I never bothered to correct to ensure Siblings avoided this area… ” he chortled. 

“How the hell could I forget?” you giggled as you dropped your head into your palm. “Hey, wait!” you exclaimed, snapping your head up to glare at him. “So, now you don’t want me? What the fuck, Terzo! Who knows if we’ll get this chance again before the ascension or what’s even going to happen after it!?”

“If we go through with this, I’m not… I don’t know if I’ll be able to hide it, to hide from you.”

“Or you just don’t want to be kept a secret. Terzo, you’re gonna have to figure it out if we’re gonna make this work.”

He blinked at you. “Che..?” When it sunk in what you were saying, he moved to get out from under you. You followed suit as he stood up. “No. No! Don’t tell me you’ve had a change of heart.”

“I could– I will never love Copia the way that I love you. Fuck, I can’t even lie to you here! I already told you I never loved Copia, that it was never like that! It was never like what we have!”

“I can’t. I can’t risk losing you.”

“You won’t. I’m willing– I want to make this work. Even if we have to hide it. You’re the one I want, Terzo.”

“I’m the one you want,” he scoffed. “Yeah, you want me, but you won’t fucking choose me!”

“You know why I can’t. I told you already! My hands are tied! I have to see this through the way They want– the way Lucifer wants.”

“I don’t give a fuck what Lucifer wants!” he yelled, throwing his arms up in the air as he moved past you. You were quicker though, grabbing his arm and pulling him back to face you.

“This is bigger than us. Bigger than our relationship,” you said, your jaw clenched as you tried to fight the raging fire that was threatening to consume you from the inside out. “Terzo, I love you. It’s always been you.”

“But you’re his now,” he muttered. He kept his voice low in an attempt to keep it from cracking, but you could hear the tremble that he couldn’t hide.

“He’s the only one that thinks that.” You let go of his arm only to take his hand in yours. “Terzo, please,” you begged.

He moved his arm in a circular motion, breaking free from your hold and took a step away from you. “Don’t. Don’t do this to me,” he warned. His voice cracked as he couldn’t stop the tears that welled up in his eyes. 

You stepped towards him, your hand outstretched. He shook his head, hair falling to cover his eyes. A tear cascaded down his cheek. “Don’t,” he repeated, his voice barely above a whisper, before he stormed back towards the Ministry. 

Your face dropped as you watched him flee. You couldn’t call out to him; you didn’t know what to say. Any possible word, even his name, died in your throat. Tears now pricked your own eyes. Backing up, you shook your head, and kept going until your back hit the sycamore behind you. Slowly you slid down along the rough bark. Without taking your eyes off his retreating form, he soon blurred from the tears that began to fall in rapid succession. Pulling your knees up to your chest, you broke down. 

Suddenly you felt warmth beside you. You looked up to see Phantom putting his arms around you, pulling you close to him. Turning to bury your face in his shirt, you sobbed.

There was no comfort in knowing you would laugh in the face of those who think they hold the power, in knowing that somehow eventually you would be standing beside the one you loved. It didn’t matter that Lucifer himself was the one that told you this information. All of that was in the future, a future so unclear and shrouded in a fog so thick, it might as well be nonexistent. Right now, all you were left with was the overwhelming feeling of your heart breaking, over and over again.

part xii | part xiv

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[just-a-casual-newtasaur]

Nothing

Nothing (Newt x Reader)

Word Count: 516 words

Warnings: mild violence I suppose, spying, (argg)

Summary: you find a perfect hiding place, with a great view of the vegetable patches, but maybe it wasn’t as good as it first seemed.

you glance out from behind one of the huts, eyes darting around the glade. looking for… there! the boy stretched, brushing blond hair out of his eyes and looking up with narrowed eyes at the sun.

another boy walks up to him, says something and hands him what looks to be a trowel like thing. he nods in thanks and the boy walks away.

Newt crouches down, using the strange tool to dig up what must be weeds. the sun beats down on the vegetable patches, causing several track hoes rise to their feet to wipe sweat from their forehead every so often.

one of the boys gets to their feet, and shouts something over the many poles, holding up vines of different fruits and vegetables. voices shout back and a large tomato, by the looks of it, is thrown across the patches and caught by a dark haired boy.

“now, now, y/n, I hope we’re not spying”. you jumps so violently, you feel as if you must have jumped at least a foot in the air. still shaken, you turn to see Minho, the usual mischievous glint in his eyes, grinning at you. “don’t do that. you made me jump”

“what are you up to then, seems to nice of a day to be shilling around over here”. you can tell by his voice he knows exactly when you’re doing there, but wants you to admit it yourself.

“Nothing” you don’t quite meet his eyes, grasping around for a change of subject.

“y/n,” Minho says in mock outrage, “you shouldn’t call people nothing”. you shove him, as he starts giggling at the red flush creeping up your cheeks.

“go talk to him”

“who”

“y/n, there’s no point pretending anymore, it’s not like your doing a great job in hiding it”

you huff, not sure if your annoyed or pleased. Minho shrugs, “alright, if you won’t, I will”, he starts walking out from behind the hut and you grab his legs, dragging him down. “don’t you dare”

“Help she’s attacking me”. a couple heads pop up, looking slightly scared, as though they expected to see Minho being mauled by a griever.

you stand up, facing Minho, back to the vegetable patches. “if you ever do that again, I’ll-”

“Minho what’s going on”

you see Minho grin at you before you turn to see Newt, looking both confused and amused. “y/n has something they’d like to say to you”. you stomp on his foot and Minho hops around, “be careful around this one Newt, she’s aggressive”. and then he’s walking away, laughing, leaving you with Newt, your face getting slowly redder.

“So, you wanted to say something” he pressed after a moments silence. “it’s nothing”

he smiles, “alright if you say so”, he starts walking away from you. “Oh and y/n”

“Yeah”

“I wouldn’t hide behind the huts next time if I were you, you’re not very well hidden”. and then he’s gone, leaving you to compute what he’d just said and thinking of what you would do to Minho when you got your hands on him.

[glitchedtravel]

TRAVERSE - Chapter ¹

(manhwas x reader)

"Remind me what I have to do again?" You asked the system while changing your clothes to something more simple and ragged.

"You will pretend to be an E slash F rank with a 'hidden' SS skill that has yet to be unlocked to catch the attention of the main character, Han Yoojin. To add the extra effort, you'll be dressed up like one!" The screen repeated. You raise an eyebrow, "And what is this so called hidden skill?"

"Morph. Or preferably said, shapeshift."

You finish your dress up by changing the appearance of your bag into a duffel bag. "Shapeshift? What does the main character would see in an shapeshifting skill?" You questioned, pondering over the decision of the chosen skill. "Think of it as being the bait. And also if you manage to get very close with the main character, you will hear his secrets by the man himself!" The screen exploded a holographic party popper with extra sound effects. You roll your eyes, "What good does that come out of?" The system managed to shrug, "You get extra points—" "I'm in."

As you now walk through the busy street, looking around while waiting to get stopped by Han Yoojin, the main character of the story you're in. "Are you sure this is the right place?" You whispered. "Are you doubting me?" The system childishly question back. You sigh in exasperation, "No.." Before the system had a chance to confirm, you were suddenly stopped by someone tapping your shoulder. 'Must be him,' You thought, turning around to see who it actually was. Turns out, you were wrong! It was instead - a creepy man.

"Hey there pretty~ Would you like to come with me and my buddies? It doesn't seem like you have a job~" The creepy man disgustingly flirted while licking his lips, obviously not really looking at your face but instead glancing down at your chest/thighs. Your nose scrunched up in disgust and backed away from him. The man saw your action and grab you by the arm, "Come on~ don't be shy~ we're friendly~" You sneered, "Get away from me, you-"

"Stop right there!" Someone yelled. 'FINALLY!' You felt relieved that the actual man that you were searching and waiting for, finally came to save you. The creepy man throws you down the ground when the protagonist runs towards the both of you. "Get your hands off of them." Han yoojin, stand in between the both of you and tries to shield you away from the creepy man. Said man simply sneered at the shorter, about to hit him until someone else stopped him.

The someone else in question turns out to be a big buff man that looks to be someone's bodyguard. That man is Kim Sunghan, currently at this point of the story, is an A rank. Just by his sheer size and terrifying facial expression, he managed to scare the creepy man off. "Tch! Whatever, bitch!" The creepy man spit and scurry away with his tail between his legs. You glared at his back for a moment before quickly putting up a weak facade when Han Yoojin turn towards you asking, "Are you okay?" He offers his hand towards you who is still on the ground. Kim Sunghan behind him, 'I can feel his judging eyes.' You sweat dropped.

"Y-yes.. I'm fine.. thank you, mister..!" 'I want to die.' You mentally cringed at your acting but work's work you guessed. You grab his hand and weakly tries to stand up, keeping up the pathetic wet cat act to convince them both. You noticed how Han Yoojin's eyes seemed to widen a bit and you immediately know he had use his skill and saw the locked hidden skill the system gave you. The protagonist regain his posture and rubbed his nape bashfully , "I know this might seem weird but... would you like to work under me?"

"I'm sorry I don't do that stuff," even if what you say is technically scripted, you, with common sense, will say that exact same thing when someone asks you that. Kim Sunghan raise an eyebrow as Han Yoojin animated move his hands in panicked motion and tried to clear things up, "N-no! That's not what I mean!! I mean as in like a helper!" Han Yoojin stopped his movements and calmly tried to explain more, "I-I promise it's nothing bad! You just have to clean and cook if you can do that!—" 'I feel offended.' "—And I'll offer you a home, food and training!"

"Training...?" You murmured loud enough for him to hear as part of the act. You know he's going to spit some bullshit that is technically true but still, "Yes! Training! I sense great potential in you and I can help you unlocked that potential!" Han Yoojin beamed at you confidently, as if he doesn't sound crazy if it weren't for the fact that you knew his intentions. However, you continued on with your facade and smiled hopefully at him, "You really think so...?" He nods at your question. "Oh thank you so much mister! I am at your care! I owe you my life!" Okay maybe that's a little far, you thought. "No need, I'm just glad you're okay and accepted my offer! Oh, before I forget, I'm Han Yoojin! This guy right here," he points to the buff guy, "is Kim Sunghan, my bodyguard! So don't be too intimidated..." he laughs nervously when he saw your 'scared' expression at the buff man. "What's your name?"

You smile softly, "I'm [Name]. It's a pleasure to meet you, Han Yoojin."

[ducksbrainrotwriting71]

Undercover Ball fic that i'll give a better title later part 1

Ginoza x reader (first person POV) where they work together and have to prepare for this undercover job protecting a client at an event/ball. slowish burn?

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We stood at the call out room of the PSB, awaiting out assignments. As usual for a client protection job, many inspectors and enforcers were placed around perimeter and travel areas, but when it came you me, Ginoza, and a handful of select others, we told of a more intricate role - we were to go undercover to a ball to protect a celebrity while the majority of the others assigned the case were regular security. Gino and I look at each other, both taken aback, why were WE the ones chosen to go undercover? 

Before we can even ask, we immediately have to start practicing dancing together so we can blend in. Ideally, it would become effortless enough that it was muscle memory. This would allow us to focus on our true job - staying close to the client, protecting them. 

One practice, we went out for coffee afterwards, stayed out a bit later than expected, and decided it best to walk back to the enforcer base together. 

“i had a good time, today… thanks for hanging out after…” 

My voice trailed off, and I feel myself growing nervous for some reason. We stood at my door for a while in silence before I find the courage to reach up and brush  the loose strands of  hair behind his ear, which had long ago come out of his pony tail from all the practicing. I stand up on my toes, and kiss him  on the cheek, as if to say thank you again. 

He freezes slightly, as if malfunctioning, He wasn’t used to affection, and a soft pink tinge began to form on both of our cheeks. I lower myself  and stumble back slightly. “Well uh… good night!” I rush inside, sinking to the floor while I lean my back against the door, fingers touching my lips in disbelief of what I’d done. And days before out assignment- what was I thinking?

The night of the undercover job, I prepare to don what felt like a costume, and in a way it was:

The gown was satin with a slit in the left leg, a fitting look aesthetically, but with a more practical use in reality - the slit provided easy access to the blunt baton and, if needed, knife strapped to my right leg. The “jewelry” all had some sort of function - hidden communicators, laser pointers, anything I might need if things went south and we had to come out of disguise, a small compression bodysuit under everything should the dress get in my way. 

I leave my quarters, ready to face the night. When I look down the hall, I see the figure of my partner id been spending countless hours with - it seemed he was intent on being my escort from the very start. 

“you know the client is at the event, right?” I say to lighten the unidentified tension I felt between us as I eyed him, adorned with a difference suit than he typically wore. 

His hair had been styled with more precision than his typical ponytail, and the same undercover gear adorned his wrists, adding to the illusion that we were simply guests who were entering the event together. His suit was more intricately artistic - it was tapered such that it hugged his frame more tightly, and even his prosthetic was better hidden than usual by a pair of suede gloves that matched his suit and my gown. 

We arrive at the event and do a preliminary sweep that is disguised by us simply promenading the perimeter with our arms linked, checking in through stolen glances with our colleagues running usual security. we settle about 2 meters from our client, intending to remain somewhat at this proximity until they decided to call it a night. As we wrap up our perimeter check, music begins to play, and we assume position, ready to truly begin the night.

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end of Part 1???

sorry guys im new to this, also didn't proofread this so maybe typos IM NEW REMEMBER PLS BE NICE TO ME

edit: I DID make a Part 2 !

[dreamalittledreamofcopia]

blessed the latter part

papa iv/copia x reader

You could watch the snow falling outside where you sat in the library. Your table and chair was tucked away, in a corner by a window, hidden by a few catacombs and bookshelves. This was your favorite spot to sit quietly and be away from the hustle and bustle of life in the abbey, and days where you received your favorite visitor here were all the more special.

You weren’t expecting Copia to come find you today, however. His pillow talk the previous night had consisted of a few regrettable changes to plans for the week due to some meetings that were an ugly surprise from Sister Imperator. Copia’s break was ending, you feared what came next for your lover-in-secret. What started as a few flirty texts while he was away on tour as a cardinal turned into an on and off affair that had been on since Copia brought you on the first leg of the Imperatour. You didn’t want to tell anyone at the ministry about it, but the ghouls knew. The ghouls always knew, but aside from them, as far as you knew, it was secret.

He had also asked you to do some research for him, so like a good partner, you set aside a few hours to attempt to answer a few of his questions about the book of Job and his peculiar award. You could still see the adorable roll of his brows and the creases in his eyelids as he asked you why Job would name his daughter Eyeshadow in the candle light.

You were started, then, when you heard some familiar footfalls echo off the marble walls towards you. He stopped a few feet away from you, his shadow elongating across the snowy window, and cleared his throat timidly. It was one of your favorite Copia noises and you smiled warmly at the welcome sight of your lover.

“Your bangs are curly.”

You looked up to find him standing above you, his jacket off and cracked in his arms. His frame was hugged by his waistcoat, and the sight was intoxicating. You motioned for him to sit at the table — he obliged after some coaxing.

“Yeah-“ you cleared your throat and watched as he sat besides you, “I didn’t have time to straighten them this morning.”

Copia leaned over and gently tapped the end of his pen against your temple. When you giggled, he dragged it through the front part of your hair, a short curl springing out and framing your forehead. “They look so beautiful,” he hummed softly, his other hand moving towards the back of your head. You felt his fingertips pad against your scalp, someplace between a message and a scratch, sensational through your still damp roots. You had to fight your eyes from rolling back into your head and a moan slipping out of your lips, and your efforts only half worked.

“Papa…” you whispered, knowing you were the only two in this part of the library but still scared of someone finding you here like this. So scared of your secret romance finally being exposed. So scared of Imperator hearing you call him by his name and banishing you on the spot.

Copia, sensing your apprehension, just smiled at you calmly. He kept his hand behind your head but brought his over around your face, his fingers gently running over the little curlies around your eyes. “I like them like this, a lot. Very sweet, amore.” He leaned forward and placed a soft kiss above the tail of your eyebrow, his lips gently grazing over your bangs in the process. “My sweet love, dolce amore.”

Copia loved to whisper to you in public. Little words of affection and terms of endearment sent out only for you to receive, his love declared for you in the most visible of secret places. You knew you couldn’t keep this up forever, but you enjoyed the idea that you could and enjoyed that you were fooling everyone so terribly.

“I’m glad I get to see you today,” you whispered, subconsciously leaning into the touch you craved, “I thought I wouldn’t until dinner, if I was lucky.”

“Things are going smoother than anticipated,” Copia grinned, his papal paint slightly smudged around his lips from biting or pursing or the quick good-bye you snuck in this morning or the latte you snuck him later in the day, “I think the ghouls wanted to rush, for some reason.” He leaned forward and gently leaned his forehead against yours, “But I think I can guess. They’re very compassionate.”

You giggled at the thought of the ghouls cooperating just to get Copia back home to you, even if it was just for a fifteen minute break. “That’s so sweet.”

“Aurora told me your hair was cute today,” Copia mused, twirling one of your curled bangs around his fingers, “your hair is cute everyday but she was right about this one. I never get to see this.”

You tilted your chin up to meet Copia’s lips in a soft, delicate kiss, careful of the remaining paint around his lips. He hummed appreciatively, satisfaction coursing through his soul.

“I love you,” he whispered before reconnecting with you in another kiss.

“When will I see you next?” You whispered back, your breath fanning across his lips.

“Dinner, probably,” he said with a wistful sigh, “but I had to see you for some motivation. Tu mi dai la forza, angelo.”

“Mmm, that reminds me,” you said, a dopey smile on your face as you swam in his sweet scent and his sweet words, “I need another Italian lesson, Papa.”

“But you just had one last night,” Copia mused, tapping your chin lovingly, “I’m a busy Papa, you know. Can’t spend all my nights teaching you the language of love.”

That was a lie, or a half truth, perhaps — Copia would be a busy Papa because of you. He would be busy with you, devoting all his time to enjoying and loving and treasuring you. Copia didn’t plan to spend another night apart from you. He’d gladly give all of his nights to you, if you’d have them.

“I’m sure you can tweak your schedule to fit me in,” you pouted. Copia took the opportunity to press a kiss full and flush into your lips, papal makeup be damned.

“Then I’ll prepare a lesson,” he said softly as he stood back up.

“Oh, please don’t go,” you said, reaching up to take his hand in yours.

“mi dispiace, amore,” Copia replied as he laid his other hand on your face, cupping it gently. His thumb gently brushed your curly bangs out of your eyes. “I have to get back so we can end today before six.”

You nodded, turning your head to kiss the inside of his wrist, between the end of his glove and the beginning of his sleeve. “I understand but that doesn’t mean I like it.”

Copia laughed softly and nodded, leaning down to give you one last forehead kiss. “I know, I know. Find me some answers, okay? I trust you.” He stroked your face lovingly, his eyes staring down into yours and drinking you in before he gently patted your cheek. “I’ll see you soon, baby.” He said, almost mournfully as he went back to his meeting and he left you with his research, which would be filled with his name in hearts by the latter half of the hour, more than the former part.