#Because I'm getting older and my brains are falling out of my ears at this point

[tojisbbg]

𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙚

❝and i know that i've been the worst, but i love you better.❞  

♡ toji fushiguro ♡

a/n: need him to fill all of my holes asap! 🥰 also, two posts in one day?!

reblogs, comments and likes are always appreciated <3

content: ex!toji fushiguro x fem!reader, age gap!! (reader is 23 and toji is 31), smutty smut (lolol), not edited.

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it's the middle of december, the air was crispy cold outside and despite begging your landlord to put the heater on blast in your apartment; your king-sized bed always felt like an ice plate.

of course, the size of the bed was intended to be shared with another human being. your boyfriend— well, now ex-boyfriend; toji. however, the breakup between you both was sudden, ending a little bit before thanksgiving.

this was the first time in three years that you've gone back to your parent's house for the holidays without toji. it was dreadful, having to distance yourself from nosy relatives who were bombarding you with questions about where your boyfriend was.

not having the energy or heart within you to explain the whole story, you gave them the excuse that he was working on thanksgiving. it was the most believable excuse you could come up with, as your boyfriend was quite much older than you, by eight years to be precise.

of course, your parents were strictly against your relationship at first, but, just as how toji was able to charm himself into your heart, it didn't take much longer until your parents would give in and melt. toji was mature, charming and he knew how to handle you.

you both loved to spend the holidays together, not to mention that his birthday overlapped during new years. now, you're only looking forward to forgetting the vast memories of him, which continue to haunt you this rough winter season.

you were trying to find the perfect position to fall asleep in, but, your room was so cold that it made it hard for you to concentrate on sleep. it was snowing outside, and the landlord clearly didn't give a single flying fuck about your comfort.

after a few minutes of fighting with yourself, you finally could feel your eyes grow heavy with sleep. it wouldn't be long until you could hear your bedroom door crack open, eyebrows pinching in confusion.

you couldn't tell if you were hallucinating or almost about to get kidnapped or murdered in the comforts of your own house.

your heart began to thump in your chest, feeling scared minute by minute as you could hear the heavy footsteps of the figure approach your bed. you regretted everything, you wanted toji by your side to protect you from whatever monster stood in front of your body, to hold you tight in his arms to keep you warm like every year because he knew that you get cold easily.

you missed toji.

suddenly, the blanket tucked under your back and butt got lifted before there was a dip in the bed behind you. a strong pair of arms wrapped around your waist, followed by the familiar scent of the cologne and body wash that is engraved into your brain.

"toji?" you mustered up the courage to call out the name you prayed to god for. he shoved his face in the crook of your neck, and just by feeling the rough skin of his lip scar on your flesh, you knew that it was him.

"it's just me, i'm here." he mumbled into your skin before pressing a tender kiss on your shoulder.

"why are you here?" you sighed, not even bothering to tell him to stop his ministrations of kissing your nape and rubbing his hands on your hips.

"had a feeling that you were cold." toji answered in a gruff voice before yawning.

"you know we can't-"

"go to sleep, y/n. we'll talk about it tomorrow." he cut you off before scooping your body closer to his. if it weren't for the fact that this was by far the warmest you've felt in your own bed within these past two weeks, maybe you would've screamed at him before kicking him out.

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you were grateful to whoever proposed the idea that college student should get long breaks for christmas. it was still pretty early in the morning, maybe around six in the morning? you were warm and tucked away into toji's chest the entire night as you both peacefully slumbered.

you stirred awake when you felt disconnected from his touch, forcing an eye open to see that toji turned to face the other way; leaving you could and abandoned. you whined in annoyance, scooting over to him as you tugged on his shirt. toji, who was snoring in deep sleep, groaned from the gentle shakes.

"hm?" he hummed, eyes still closed, but he was half-awake now.

"cold." you briefly said, making him let out a deep sigh.

"come here." toji replied with a groggy voice as he opened his arms to invite you into his embrace once again. you snuggled closer to him as he hugged you tight.

yet, it seemed like that wasn't enough.

you kept fidgeting in his arms, continuing to either tighten your hold on his large and beefy figure and rolling more into him until you finally rolled on top of him. you were literally holding onto him like a koala.

"jesus, i'm not going anywhere, you brat." toji groaned, feeling your weight on his body. you sat up, now straddling his waist, letting out an annoyed huff. toji decided to watch you pout through his half-lidded eyes.

suddenly, you began to take off your shirt and the hello kitty printed pajama pants you wore, roughly throwing them on them floor. toji's eyes widened as you were now sitting on top of him, half-naked.

you gave him a small glare before pointing at his t-shirt and sweats.

"off. now." you demanded, getting off of toji as you watched him sit up with his bed messy hair. he obliged to your command, not finding the energy to argue back with you or ask any questions this early in the morning.

the man just wanted to go back to sleep.

so, toji did as you said, taking off all his clothes until he was left only in his boxers. you took a minute to soak in the sight of his godly sculpted body as he slipped back into the covers.

without any hesitation, you threw yourself on top of him, wrapping your arms and legs around him. it took everything in you to not moan out in bliss as the skin to skin touch between you two immediately transmitted his body warmth to you.

toji's body was perfect for hugging during any season, especially winter time. he was like a giant and beefy teddy bear to cuddle with, his body being a natural furnace.

without thinking, you rubbed your body onto his, unknowingly grinding on his crotch. toji's breath hitched, feeling his cock harden even more than before when he saw your half-naked glory after two weeks.

"feels so warm, toji." you mumbled, pressing yourself into him as your face was buried into the crook of his neck. toji ran his fingers on the back of your thighs, while his other hand rested on top of your ass.

"yeah? i could make you feel even warmer." he smirked, bucking his hips a little up to make you feel his erection. you gasped, feeling his cock throb below your pussy, the thin fabric of your panties and his boxers not providing much of a barrier.

"t-toji.." you stammered, cheeks growing warmer against the flesh of his chest. his skin smelled like bare vanilla with a mix of cologne, it was almost intoxicating.

"shh... let me please you, sweetheart." toji softly whispered, a strong arm curling against your waist while he turned to his side, gently laying you on the bed. you were now facing the wall with toji behind you, his hands sneaking up back before unclasping your bra.

with one swift motion, your bra joined the rest of the heap of clothes scattered on the floor. toji's hand found its way to your tits, groping them as you let out a whimper.

"haven't seen these pretty tits in so long. can i give them a little kiss, darling?" he sweetly asked, your mind fogged up with nothing but the thought of toji. nonetheless, you nodded your head as you leaned a little back.

toji lifted his head before leaning forwards to give each of your nipples a kiss. the contact of his soft lips and your sensitive hard buds was enough to drive you off the edge. but, knowing toji, he's one playful man.

without a warning, he latched his mouth onto your tits. his warm tongue swirled around your swollen bud as he suckled on your nipple.

"mhmm... toji." you moaned, your hands stroking his hair as he sucked and kissed the flesh of your tits until it left purplish hickeys on your skin.

with one final kiss on the valley between your tits, he went back to his original position. toji relaxed behind you, his arm wrapping around your waist. he noticed how you were trying to discretely rub your thighs together to create some kind of friction that would grant you the relief your aching pussy needed.

"need something, y/n?" toji teased, but you were too stubborn to give in. toji's fingers were freely roaming all over your body, from dancing on your spine to rubbing your hips and ass.

"n-no." you stammered, desperately wishing for him to plunge his fingers or cock inside your cunt right now. toji's fingers played with the waistband of your panties.

"hm? you sure? seems like you need something... or rather, this sweet little pussy of yours need something from me, no?" he spoke in a husky voice, the tips of his fingers gently rubbing your pussy on top of your panties. your breath hitched, feeling him press on your clothed clit before tracing the outline of your slit. there was a visible wet patch created from your slick, making toji smirk.

"so wet for me. you missed me, didn't you?" toji asked, but you were too focused on his movements. the lack of response made him a little upset, so he gently pinched the plush flesh of your thigh to get your attention.

"oww!" you winced in pain, looking over your shoulder to throw him a glare.

"i asked you a question, baby. don't ya know it's rude to not answer your boyfriend?" he snickered, making you roll your eyes at his justification.

"ex-boyfriend." you corrected him, making him scoff.

"oh, is that so? so you'd let your ex-boyfriend play with this pretty pussy of yours, hm? slut yourself out for him? talk to me, sweetheart." toji's hand slipped inside your panties, his middle finger sinking into your wet folds. your eyes rolled back as he rubbed your sopping wet pussy at a pleasurable pace, the words in your throat getting stuck.

"f-fuck." you moaned out, feeling toji draw circles on your throbbing clit. you swallowed harshly, as toji began to rub your clit at a pretty face pace before slowing down and sliding his fingers down to your pulsating hole.

toji shoved two of his fingers inside without a warning, making a whimper escape your lips. he was unforgiving, scissoring his long and thick digits in and out of your hole at a cruel rhythm; stretching your hole.

"nghh~ feels so good!" you panted like a bitch in heat, feeling the familiar knot forming in your lower stomach. toji felt your walls clamping on his fingers, a small smirk etching on his lips as he added onto your pleasure by rubbing your clit with his thumb.

your eyes rolled back, shutting your thighs around his wrists as a shaky hand came down to halt his movements.

"t-too much." you squealed, vision becoming blurry as you couldn't even form coherent sentences.

"you could take it, baby." toji encouraged, prying your legs open with his free hand as he gave you the most jaw dropping orgasm just from simple foreplay.

you saw white, creaming on his fingers as you let out a guttural moan.

"that's it, there you go, pretty." he cooed, helping your calm down from your orgasm as you tried to snap back into reality.

"holy shit." you breathed out, now laying on your back as you turned your head to face toji and look at him through half-lidded eyes.

you took note of the details that were already carved inside your brain of the man who owned your heart and soul. his beautiful ebony locks that always seemed dishevealed yet so soft to your touch; smelling like your shampoo because he's too lazy to get his own. his sharp grey eyes that always tease you. the supple fat of his cheek that he swore he'd get rid off but always rethinks his decision every time you pinch or bite them. his plump lips that kiss you stupid even if they're a little chapped sometimes because he's a little forgetful.

and of course, your favorite feature, the scar on the corner of his lip that you love to kiss because it's unique to him.

this was the man that you were so madly in love with, toji fushiguro. you fought wars to be with him, to get approval from your strict family, because he was an older man. but, not once have you ever regretted your decision.

to which, you were now thinking, was the reason that caused you both to break up even worth it?

"missed you." a shy glimmer graced your eyes as you mumbled those two words, catching toji's attention. he gave you a boyish smile, grazing his thumb along your bottom lip.

"yeah?" toji huskily chuckled, making you nod as you lifted yourself up before climbing on top of him. your disheaveled hair curtained his face as you leaned down to finally press your lips on him. the kiss was needy and messy, feeling toji push your head further towards him, his tongue sucking and biting your bottom lip.

you let out a whimper, opening your mouth to grant the wet muscle permission to explore the caverns of your mouth. you unintentionally began to grind your hips on his hard bulge, the wet patch on your cotton panties now dampening the front of his boxers.

toji let out a gruff groan, his hand going down to caress the supple fatty flesh of your ass before giving it a small spank, making you jolt.

you gave a tender kiss on the side of his mouth where his scar was before kissing along the outline of his sharp jaw. your wet kisses moved down to his neck as you sucked purplish bruises on his skin, all while he was groping your ass and thighs.

your mouth was practically drooling at the thought of having your boyfri— ex-boyfriend's cock inside your mouth again. you eagerly tugged down his boxers, his hard dick springing out and slapping his lower stomach.

toji was so incredibly manly, his body was gorgeous; as if the greek gods themselves scultped him. it was no use of denying the fact that you loved beefy men who could crush you in seconds with their body weight. toji was fit, his pecs were defined yet so soft; his toned abs and muscular biceps— don't forget those killer thighs and back muscles as well.

the cute happy trail leading down to the monsterous rod in his pants, which you clearly missed so dearly. you watched how his cock throbbed, the two twin veins that ran on the side of his shaft were a little swollen and his tip was red and angry from neglect; drooling with his sticky precum.

you wrapped your fingers around his cock, stroking it slowly before thumbing his tip, spreading the bead of his precum as toji groaned.

his thumb came down to brush against your lips before intruding to part them. he bit his lips, the pads of his finger feeling the wet muscle in your mouth. you licked a stripe up his shaft, starting from the base until the tip.

"fuck you're so pretty, sweetheart." a grunt left his lips, and before you knew it, the mushroom head of his cock was right in front of your lips. he rubbed the tip on your lips, the wet feeling of his precum smearing on them. you slightly opening your mouth, slowly licking the tip as you got a taste of him.

you wrapped your lips around his tip, sucking on it like candy before deepthroating as much of his cock as your mouth could take. it was almost impossible to suck and fuck the entire length of toji's dick because he was a good eight inches at least.

but, nonetheless, you tried your best to take as much in and let your hands do what was left out.

not giving you much time, toji grabbed the sides of your head before slamming his hips up into your mouth as his patience was running thin, making you gag. it seemed that all the self-control that he maintained so well all this time has completely vanished by now.

his moves were animalistic, starved and desparate.

toji began to thrust into your mouth, feeling the flesh of your cheek welcome his cock. your tongue dragged up and down his shaft, sucking in the shear length of his cock whenever he was forcing it down your throat. the twin veins grazing against the walls of your throat and against the surface of your tongue.

"you're gonna feel me exactly here." he commented with a smirk, his hand coming to your neck to slightly squeeze the area he was speaking about. he grabbed your hand before placing it on that place, then he took a hold of both sides of your cheeks.

with one long and deep thrust, he kept his word and you felt the bulge on your throat where his cock was lodged in. tears welled in your eyes, your throat burned both from the friction of his dick and the lack of oxygen.

but toji just wanted to see how long you'd last before tapping out. of course, he has no intention in killing you, but he wants to test your limits.

he continued to rut his hips, drool trickling down his cock as you choked and gagged, trying so hard to control those reflexes. but to toji, it felt like heaven because every time the muscles in your mouth and throat contracted, it hugged his cock in such a welcoming way.

"so close." he moaned out, eyes rolling back as his dick twitched inside the wet hole of your mouth that he ruthlessly fucked. you tried to breath through your nose, but it was getting a little difficult.

you felt the rush of warm liquid fill your mouth before sliding down your throat, opening your screwed shut eyes to glance up at toji. on the other hand, his eyes were closed tightly, breathing becoming erratic as he groaned in pleasure.

you tapped his thighs aggresively, wanting him to pull out before you lose your senses. he listened, taking his cock out of your mouth as you sat on your knees completely breathless. you coughed a couple of times, holding your throat as you rubbed it from the aching pain you felt.

your eyes were red and cheeks were stained with the tears that stained your rosy cheeks, eyelashes wet from it as well. you lifted your head to face him, seeing how flushed his face was as sweat coated his forehead. your eyes trailed south, seeing his cock dripping with your saliva and his cum.

"fucking asshole, you almost killed me." you said in between your breaths, glaring at him and he chuckled. leaning closer to your trembling body as he sat up, toji gently kissed your earlobe, making you shudder.

"had to make sure my little princess wasn't going around sucking other people's dick. i trained your throat pretty well, huh? but now i gotta check if this little cunt of yours has been loyal too." toji snickered, turning your body around in the position of reverse cowgirl.

you yelped once you felt him hook his forearms on the back of your knees, before pushing it up until it was besides your chest. your legs were now spread wide open as toji put you in a full nelson, his cock rubbing between your wet folds, nudging your clit as some points.

"put it in, baby." toji encouraged, pressing soft kisses to your temple. your hand went down to grab the shaft of his cock, giving it a few pumps before rubbing it on your sopping wet pussy to lubricate it. as his tip got caught in your hole, you gently and slowly began to enter the inches of his monster cock.

"ngh~ fuck, it's so big." you winced in pain, forgetting how painful the stretch of toji's cock was. it didn't matter how many times he fucked you dumb on his dick, your pussy would always be too tight for his thick meat.

"but you took it like a good girl, didn't you?" he praised, planting his feet on the bed before thrusting up into you. you moaned loudly, feeling his cock rubbing your wet walls so deliciously. the squealching sound of your pussy was pornographic.

"this pussy is mine— fuck, none of those stupid college boys could ever fuck you like i could. you're mine and only mine." toji moaned, his thrusts getting faster as his balls smacked against your ass, your hand coming down to rub your clit.

"hnghh, only yours. please! ahh~ feels so good." you were delirious, eyes rolling back from pleasure as you began to see white. your thighs were shaking as toji's thrusts began to get sloppy.

his cock twitched inside your hole, a ring of white cream already forming at the base of his dick from how much your pussy leaked on him, coating his balls in a shear white gloss.

the sticky shlick shlick sound echoed through the four walls of your shared room. tears pricked your eyes as you could feel the huge wave of your orgasm coming at you as your stomach began to tighten.

toji could sense that you're getting close, your walls clamping down on him as the tip of his dick kissed your cervix with each thrust. you turned your head to side, catching his lips in a messy and saliva filled kiss.

you both moaned into each other's mouth, cries of pleasure leaving your lips as you gushed on his cock.

"f-fuck, it's too much!" you mewled, feeling overstimulated as toji fucked you thrugh your orgasm.

"you could take it, gonna breed this pussy. maybe i'll fuck a baby into you, yeah?" toji panted and you were so cock drunk that you mindlessly nodded your head.

"yes, yes, please— fuck, give me a baby." you whimpered, and your voice was so sultry that toji came so hard inside your cunt. the thick and sticky ropes of his cum coated your walls as you shuddered from the warm feeling of being filled up with his cum.

his cock slid out, your hole being creampied to the brim as both of your cum began to gush out of your cunt. you rolled off of him, now laying besides toji as you both tried to catch your breath.

"i love you, y/n." toji confessed, turning his head to the side to look at you. that soft and lovesick expression painted on his flushed face made your heart jump.

you gave him a gentle smile, scooting closer to him before wrapping your arms and legs around him, pressing a tender kiss on his lips.

"i love you too, toji. i'm sorry for everything, i was just so angry and frustrated because it felt like forever that we've spent time together. i-i.... i got insecure and thought that you found someone better than me." your face dropped in sadness, a lump forming in your throat as you tried your best to not break into tears. toji frowned upon hearing your words before stroking your cheek.

"and why the hell would you ever think that?" he questioned and you shrugged.

"i know i'm a little immature sometimes, but i really do love you. i just don't want you to get tired of me and find a woman you're age who's more mature. you know how badly people talked about us before and still do." you sighed, making toji scoff.

"fuck those people, you're mine and i'm yours. no one could ever change that, got that princess? those few weeks i got a little busy because i was working long hours to book a flight to venice for us to spend christmas together." toji smiled, making your eyes widen in shock.

"no way." you gasped, but he grinned and nodded his head, making you squeal in excitement.

"we leave next week." he informed, pressing a soft kiss on the tip of your nose. you hummed in response and hugged him tight.

"ugh, i missed my teddy bear so much... spent so many lonely nights sleeping alone." you complained, and toji rubbed your back in a comforting manner.

"my poor baby, how could i make it up to you?" he cooed.

"let me put my hello kitty stickers on your dick." you gave him a cheeky smile, making him narrow his eyes.

"naughty girl." toji snickered, his hand going down in a sly manner to grab his cock and without warning, he entered it inside your already swollen hole once again.

your breath hitched, feeling your boyfriend latch his mouth onto your nipple.

"my pretty princess." he mumbled, giving you a small wink before licking your nipple playfully.

toji couldn't wait to give you your surprise in venice, the small box resting nicely in his coat pocket.

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BONUS:

"tojiiiii~ toji! look!!" you ran from the hotel bathroom to the bed where your fiance laid down. his sharp grey eyes peered up at you in curiosity as you showed him your phone, the diamond on your ring finger shimmering under the hotel lighting.

"what am i looking at?" toji cocked an eyebrow, watching a girl having her face squished by a guy's bicep.

"i want you to do that to me." you gave him an innocent look, and toji smirked at your request. he laid his arm flat on the bed and ushered you to rest your face.

you did so and as toji flexed his arm, your cheeks got squished and forced your lips into a pout. toji chuckled at the adorable sight of you and leaned his head down to press a tender kiss on your pouted lips.

"gonna marry you and make you mine forever."

[killerkillerkillher]

Bound to Fall in Love

Angel/Demon! 141 x reader

Tags: kidnapping, sacrifices, religious references, reader is too angry to die, reader commits murder lol, canon typical violence??, reader gets a kissy on the forehead, a tad crack-ish

Inclusivity tags: reader is referred to w he/him and they/them pronouns, no bodily description, no y/n

A/n: call my brain an apple w all the worms it's got. This was just a blurb at first, but I made room in there for me to potentially make it into... something I guess.

minors dni!

"Cole, I can't fucking focus while they're just... staring at us like that."

"Ignore it, Bess. We have to finish these candles."

You wish a bolt of lightening would come down and strike all three of you at once. Or maybe the building spontaneously combusting would be better. Anything, anything, would be better at this moment than watching your boyfriend and best friend work together to light a summoning circle after having tied you up in your sleep.

For a fraction of a second, you wonder if any gods are watching, if any of them would be willing to give you a boon and allow you one last chance to punch both of these betrayers in the face.

"Okay, okay, the book," Bess mutters, going to the pick up her ritual book from the coffee table you bought. Honestly, if they were going to try to sacrifice you somewhere, your living room is one of the most disrespectful places. Probably right under your bed room.

"I'm sorry," Cole has the gaul to look down at you with a face stricken with grief. Like you're dead already. "We didn't know what else to do. We're both in bad places and you've always been so good to us, so we figured-"

"You better hope this fucking kills me." You grunt. Cole's face melts into a glare. "Because if I'm still breathing, it's going to take more than Satan's intervention to save you from me. I swear on my mother." You jerk forward, making him jump back a step.

"Cole...?" Bess looks at you, then up at Cole with unease. Cole doesn't say anything for a second, sorting his feelings out with a leer before turning to her.

"Read the book."

He drags you into the middle of their pentagram while she sings Latin words off the old book pages. The candles flicker and waver before their flames grow twice as tall. Cole rolls you onto your back and pulls a knife from his back pocket.

"I meant it when I said I'm sorry," Cole mutters. You snarl, but don't jump at him like you want to.

"Yeah? Yeah, you're sorry? Kiss my ass!" You shout over Bess's reading. "If I'm still alive after this, I'm killing you and burying you in the fucking septic tank!" You crane your head up so you can see Bess as well. "Time to get some stuff off my chest, yeah? Bess, I fucked your older brother on the day we graduated."

Her eyes go wide, and she almost stops talking, but Cole shoots her a look that forces her to continue.

"And his friend Carl, the one you had a crush on. And Cole? I never. Fucking. Finished. Ever! You are the only person I've dated who couldn't get me off." Cole's hand's twitch around the blade.

"Are you serious?"

"Does now look like a time to- ack!" You don't get to finish because Bess finished the spell and it was time for your blood to fuel it. The blade buries in your gut, turning this way and that way at measured increments. You just lay there and twitch, breathy gasps falling from your gaping mouth, the pain only throwing fuel to the fires of your rage.

"Please, we call you here! Honor us with your presence!" Bess chants. Cole step away from you when the candles roar and your vision is filled with bright red and orange.

The ground beneath you rumbles. Whispers fill your ears, nothing you can ever imagine understanding, but something tells you they're other summoners. Or maybe little souls of those who were just where you are now, with a people sacrificing them.

It's odd, you think as blood soaks your back, your hair. You thought you'd be more scared in what could be your final moments. But there's only anguish where there should be fear. Only unfettered violent tension felt in your muscles, and a tongue hungering for iron and gore. You're jaw is wound tight enough to shatter your teeth.

If you could think straight, if you weren't about to die, you might be a little concerned. Never have you wanted to sink your fingers into someone's soft bits as much as you do now. This is normal, right? A normal amount of rage for the people taking your life.

Something in your gut tells you it's not.

In the fog of your rage, you missed the appearance of a pair of men above you. They hover, leathery plum colored wings sagging. One wears a leather strap harness across his chest, while the other favors an unbuttoned silk shirt. One of them looks at you curious as the fire dies, steam and copper colored smoke bellowing from his mouth. A thick cigar hangs on his lips.

"You came! There's... two of you?" Cole gawks, then falls to his knees beside Bess. You can't help but scoff at their sniveling forms.

"We did. There are." The one without the cigar brushes back his long mohawk to get a better look at the whimpering humans. They're nothing new to them, just another set of weak little things looking to get something without putting in the work for it.

Well, they might have had to put in the work to capture you, based on the way you still squirm and fight the rope keeping your arms together. So much blood has left you. You are going to die. Yet you spend your last moments doing what most humans find to be a waste of precious time. Being angry. It's interesting.

"What do you want?" The bearded one in the silk shirt grunts out around his cigar. Bess lifts her head just a bit to speak.

"We want to make a trade. A soul for a better life for us."

There's a moment of silence. You blink your heavy lids, growing too tired to do much else anymore. Both demons look back at you, then to the kneeling humans.

"They're not dead." They say at the same time.

Bess and Cole stiffen and finally chance a glance at you. You're bleeding, a glassy look to your eye and a smile on your face, but you're not dead.

"See, Bess?" You cough up blood only to swallow it back down, "what did I tell you? The cunt can't make me come and can't... can't even make me go."

The mohawked devil pops a wicked smile, not even hiding it from his would-be contractors.

Cole fumes. "I can finish the job. Fuck, am I going to finish the job." He stands, moving to step into the circle only to yelp, the invisible border around the summoning circle becoming visible if only to shock Cole back.

"Not so fast," the bearded one spawns a scroll in his hand. He's eyes glow a molten orange as he scans it. "Section 1, clause 3, part 19 states: executioner(s) must sacrifice one(1) human soul to contractee(s)... Let's see... Here it is: Sacrificee(s) must be dead upon arrival so that proper collection can be done. If sacrificee(s) is still soul bond upon arrival, then they are made the true contractor and all work will be conducted with them."

"In other words," the mohawked one grinned, "you should have went for the heart." He taps at his chest.

"Or the neck." The other devil offers.

"Or that vein in they're thigh."

"The sephenous, Johnny."

"Yeah, that."

"No, no!" Cole grabs at his hair as Bess looks like she's about to start crying. You want to laugh. They deserve the despair. They deserve the horror in their mistake. They were going to kill you!

"That means," the devils lean back to look at you. "You're our contractor. You get two requests at the price of one, human. I suggest one of those requests includes healing you." He flicks the ashes of his cigar on your leg. You don't even have to think of what you want most right now.

"I want you to untie me." You roll on your side. They wait for the rest. Cole and Bess look like they're going to shit themselves from the pale faced looks of terror they give you. Your eyes narrow. "And a hammer. A old fashioned iron and wood handled hammer."

Another beat of silence before the infernals bend over in laughter. The room shacks, sulfuric smoke pouring from their mouths to funk up the room. Cole tries to cox Bess to her feet while they're distracted. Their feet can't move though. It's like they're glued in placed and no amount of pulling and tugging could get them loose. Shame.

"Yer a funny one, love. I'll love having your soul for a few eternities." The one in leather floats over you, tilting his head this way and that way to get a good look at you. You settle him with a neutral look. "My name is Johnny. You sure that's what you want? I think you've only got a few minutes left in you."

"Then let's hurry this up a little, huh?"

"Ooh, you heard 'em." The cigared one snickers and snaps his claws. Two contracts appear in front of your face, both written in a language you can hardly comprehend. A pen appeared in front of your mouth. "Sign on the dotted line please."

You take the quill in your mouth, dip it in the blood beneath you.

"Rah 'ere?"

"Mhm."

You lean forward to dot the paper with your sloppy signature, but bizarrely enough, it seems like the powers that be have decided that they haven't made enough appearances. The floor trembles, and you worry about your poor infrastructure for a fraction of a second, when a set of gold doors spawn right behind you. You roll back onto your back to intake everything. You swear you're hallucinating when a pair of white winged angels step out, the clouded blue of heaven at their back.

"Hello?" You greet stupidly. You must be losing your mind, right? What the fuck is happening.

"Do not sign a thing." The bronzen angel instructs. "Human, we are here as messengers. God sees great things for you in your ascension. Please do not squander that to these demons." He shoots a sharp look at the demonic pair. The angel's counterpart wears a white cloak, obscuring all but his glowing golden eyes. You half expect him to sing "Be not afraid." despite you actively shitting bricks.

Oddly enough, their appearence seems to have some sort of healing property. Your lethargy starts to clear and the blade in your gut starts to get pushed out. Nothing hurts anymore.

"Oh, so we've got a big soul on our hands here, huh?" Johnny smirks. "Price, what's the plan?"

Price the devil throws his cigar to the ground and crushes it.

"Do what we do best. Bargain."

"Don't play with us, Price." The shrouded angel grunts. He's got a mind piercing voice that's got your head ringing, and you swear it echoes despite the room being well furnished. "We can provide them with just as much, if not more, at no cost of their soul." Those gold orbs land on you. "All we ask for is your faith."

"Jesus fucking Christ!" You tug at your bonds with renewed vigor. The angels wince at the mention of their Lord, but only watch as you force yourself upright. "I could not give a rat's ass who gets what! How about this? First one to get me free and a hammer in hand gets my loyalty."

There's two resounding snaps from either side of you. The ropes disappear, a hammer is in your left and right hand. You don't think deeper on what that implies. You finally stand, dropping the hammer in your nondominant hand, and march over to the two people you thought you could trust. They kneel now, seemingly ready to beg for their souls.

"Come on, don't look scared now." You drop your hands on your hips. "What happened to you finishing the job?"

"I didn't want-"

"Say it with your chest." You poke his breast plate with the iron hammer head.

"I didn't want it to come to this!" Cole yells. The divine audience doesn't say anything about it. They watch you curiously as you bounce the hammer in hand. Your soul is visible to them. What should be a glowing ball of light is a red and white morning star, all sharp edges and pulsing like a heart. Your soul will certainly not end up with the others, that much is true.

"I just... I couldn't keep up with you! Your life style, the way you act, your job. I never left good enough. Bess expressed the same thing and we just... clicked. We would have just left, but we could have never lived without struggling, so we just..." He swallows. You can't look at him anymore, hands clenching at what he says next. "The book called for someone we cared for."

''That supposed to make me feel better?" You tilt your head. Cole winces, eyes falling on your feet. You look to Bess. "Thought you were better than this. You were going to kill me. Because what, I was happy? I loved both of you, you could have just talked to me."

"We're sorry! What more do you want?" Bess sobs. You straighten up, bouncing the hammer on your hip, acting like you next action is something to deliberate. You already know what they deserve, and a flash of sadness bubbles in your chest, but it quickly passes as a hot, searing emotion burns a hole into what little hesitation you had left.

"Reckon I want your souls after all the shit you've caused." You grin before swinging the hammer back and caving in Cole's chest.

"Fuck..." is all you can say after everything is done. Cole and Bess lay in a bloody heep, all recognizable features destroyed and crushed. You pant, hands trembling and nothing but white noise and static crunching around in your head. You just killed your best friend and boyfriend. For some reason, you've never felt so light.

Someone's whistle gets followed by a clap.

"Impressive. Done that before?" Johnny chuckles. He floats closer, hand running down your back as he moves past and pokes around the pulped organs. "Shite, did them right in. Can't tell which is which."

"I've never-" you start to answer, but hands are clapped onto your shoulders, shocking you into silence.

"Well, that was a good place to start, lad. Your swings were a bit sloppy, but we can fix that." Price squeezes at your trapezius, massaging the stiffness out of them. A throat clears, and Price sighs like he forgot there was other company.

"We aren't finished. The human is our ward now, Price." The uncloaked angel snaps his finger, pulling you from Price and making you spawn between the two angels. The bronzen angel smiles down at you with teeth so white you could damn near see your reflection.

"There you are. It's nicer to have you close. My friend here is Simon and I'm-"

"Come on, Kyle, you know he's ours!" Johnny spits, his wings flaring out. "We gave him the hammer first, so piss off."

"Uh...huh." Kyle's smile falls. "I think you're a bit mistaken. Look, after executing the human's request, I have his name here." A stone slab appears in front of your face. It's smells like sunshine and warm grass. What the fuck. "His pledge to the Lord has been set and his soul already has a place next to Their throne."

"Right, right, like we don't have documentation neither." Johnny huffs. The stone disappears as a scroll appears next to the devil. The smell of sulfur and smoke wafts over to you. "His name is right there, pretty boy. Getting yer fuckin' lookers on."

Kyle ignores the rude tone and does pull out a pair of reading glasses to go over the scroll. You stand there in the silence, a little too scared to speak up. What could you do anyway? In a blind anger, you didn't really have the mind to think any of this out. Angels and devils are fighting over you because you'd stupid ass was too blood hungry to think past murder. All that can be done is for them to figure this out amongst themselves, and for you to wait for the sentencing. Heaven, or Hell?

"...Simon." Kyle slowly pulls his glasses off. "This is legit. His soul is promised to all of us."

You glance up at Simon, the scary motherfucker. He blinks. Once. Twice. Then pinches the bridge of his nose with a hagard sigh.

"Shit."

That's not good.

Johnny laughs, Price grinning like a dog with a bone. Kyle marches over to you, patting your shoulders with an awkward smile. His demeanor reminds you of the way your mom acted when she said she was going to divorce your dad. And all you can think is "Not this again." Are you going to be spending your afterlife going between heaven and hell forever? Does God get weekends because Their day is Sunday or whatever?

"We need to go and talk this over with some superiors. We'll clean this up," Kyle snaps and the gore is gone, so is the ritual circle and candles. "And we'll get back to you in the morning." He places a feather light kiss on your forehead, and suddenly you're squeaky clean and in the softest set of pajamas you've ever worn. "Stay safe while we're gone and don't allow these two to influence you. Get some rest."

"Blah, blah, blah," Johnny mocks from the sidelines. Price tilts his head, and there's nothing but amusement behind those eyes. Yeah, this is exactly like your parents divorce.

"O-okay? I mean, I'll try." You shrug.

Simon nods. "That's all you can do." He steps back into the golden doorway and Kyle falls in stride. You make some distance, and with a final wave from a white toothed angel, the doors shut with a slam that shakes the house's foundation.

"Just you and us now, stud."

You turn with a comedic slowness to the devils. Price chuffs and floats forward. His assess you, takes you in in all your fluffy white pajama glory, and it seems he finds what he wants when he nods.

"Guess we've got to talk with top brass to see what's going on ourselves. Pity we couldn't stick around longer." The devil's eyes never meet yours, staying glued to various parts of your face. They hop from ears, to your eyebrows, down to your lips. Christ on a bike, is it getting hot in here? His blue, glowing cerulean eyes appear to flash with something.

"Shite, yer right." Johnny groans. "I hate going down there."

"Suck it up, love. You know how I feel about sharing." Price drops his interest in you like an old toy and takes Johnny close by his waist. You watch with a lead poisoned stare as their noses touch intimately, words you can't hear being exchanged. It's kinda of awkward to just stand there and watch but your brain isn't really functioning well enough to tell you to stop.

"Hey, stud." You blink, refocusing on the pair. Johnny seems to have climbed his partner, his legs on his waist and arms around his neck. Price makes busy opening a portal to hell in your livingroom with one hand, supporting Johnny under his ass with the other. "Sit pretty, yeah? 'll be back before those two arseholes, promise."

"Right... yeah." You nod. "Uh, be safe?"

"Be safe, he says." Price mutters. "Cute." Johnny waves until Price steps through the infernal hole and falls from view. The portal closes right behind him so you'd have no hopes of seeing anything but the red hue of smog and dust.

And here you are. A little dazed, a little sad, probably holding back a break down from the last hour of events. But you're alive and you're healed. There's no blood to clean, you're in comfortable pajamas. Could probably sleep right now if your brain would stop for a minute, but it doesn't look like that's in the plans.

So you look for something to do. Cole and Bess and moved around all your furniture to make the summoning circle. Guess you can start there, right?

[libraryofgage]

Spiderpool Steddie Part Two

Part One

This series is about to become secret identity shenanigans lmao

As always, if you see any typos no you didn't ^_^

Between Steve's glasses, the crowd surrounding him on the subway, and the rattling of the train against the tracks, a killer headache is starting to form, pressing relentlessly behind Steve's eyes and the bridge of his nose. He shuts his eyes, trying to take a deep breath to calm his senses, but he's just hit with the horrific and confusing smell of multiple bodies pressed together in a small space. Steve grimaces, opening his eyes once more. He considers removing his glasses, but he'd rather not risk losing them.

A garbled, muffled voice echoes through the train, the presence more than the words announcing the approach of the next stop. Steve sighs with relief, determined to get off the train ahead of time, and starts to awkwardly push his way toward the doors of the train. He's just two more muttered apologies away from them when he tenses, his nerves dancing with warning of an inconvenience about to come. Steve doesn't know what that inconvenience is, though, until someone else moves and their over-stuffed backpack smacks him in the chest.

Normally, it wouldn't actually have any effect on Steve. But now, between the headache and being mid-step and trying to breathe through his mouth so his nose isn't further assaulted, Steve loses his balance. He braces himself to fall on his ass (somehow, people on a crowded train in this city seem to have a sixth sense for getting out of the way of someone falling) but finds himself being caught around the waist, instead.

A strong arm holds him steady and the smells from the train are muted by the overwhelming scent of smoke and denim and something metallic. Steve blinks, tilting his head back to look at the person who's still holding him with no sign of letting go. He's met with a playful grin and amused eyes framed by untamed hair.

"Eddie?"

It's a question, but Steve knows it's him without a doubt, especially when Eddie raises an eyebrow and asks, "Have we met before, big boy? I think I'd remember if we had."

Steve tenses, pulling away as much as he can before turning around. They're still too close because of the crowd around them, but just a tiny bit of distance helps. "I, uh, I'm a fan. Of your band. Corroded Coffin," Steve explains, wincing at how stilted he sounds.

Eddie slowly looks Steve up and down, taking in the soft yellow sweater with a white collar peeking out from underneath, skinny jeans, worn-out messenger bag, and dirty high-tops. His gaze travels back up, lingering on Steve's glasses before saying, "No offense, but you don't look like you listen to my music."

"Well, I do," Steve replies. It's true enough. He did spend a whole day researching Corroded Coffin and listening to every song he could find. Some of them were way too loud for him, too much chaotic music clashing together into something his overly sensitive ears couldn't actually process. But he'd found the lyrics online with fan-made sheet music and, using the older-than-him keyboard in his older-than-his-father apartment, he'd recreated the melodies and found himself appreciating the music.

Eddie raises his hands in surrender, flashing a slightly apologetic, slightly playful smile. "I believe you," he says. "So, what's my number one fan's name?"

Steve tenses once more, reaching up to grip the strap of his messenger bag as his brain speed runs the risk of telling Eddie his name. They've met once while he was in his suit, but Eddie doesn't seem to recognize his voice or body or anything else. It probably wouldn't hurt to offer his name; Eddie will probably write this moment off as meeting a fan and never think about Steve again. In fact, Steve would wager that there's a 79% chance Eddie will never see Steve again.

He won't even bother wasting energy on trying to figure out the chances of Eddie seeing Spider-Man again. The likelihood is high, considering Steve likes relaxing on Sister Margaret's roof.

"Steve. Harrington. Steve Harrington."

Eddie's grin becomes a bit more genuine, his hands shoved into the pockets of his vest as he leans forward slightly. "Nice to meet you, Stevie," he says, his voice soft and just barely audible even to Steve's enhanced hearing.

Heat surges across Steve's cheeks, his heart picking up speed, and he silently curses how much of a sucker he is for pretty brown eyes. "Yeah, nice to meet you, too," he mumbles, glancing up when that garbled voice once announces the approaching stop. "That, um, that's my stop," he adds, a nervous laugh following the words as he keeps himself from meeting Eddie's eyes once more.

He sounds like a blushing virgin, and Steve wishes he could bash his head against the side of the train. He's far more confident when he's wearing the mask. If he were Spider-Man right now, they'd be bantering with playful tones and clever quips.

Well, if he were Spider-Man right now, he wouldn't be riding the subway in the first place.

"Oh," Eddie says, frowning slightly. He's silent for a few seconds before grinning once more. "You wanna get coffee sometime, sweetheart?"

The question is so sudden that Steve's brain grinds to a complete halt before rebooting itself. He should say no. Just meeting Eddie by chance has threatened his secret. So, Steve should absolutely say no.

But he likes Eddie. Steve thinks he's funny and pretty, and he knows they would have a good rapport if only Steve could get his head out of his ass and communicate like a normal person. And it's just one date. There's no guarantee it would even go anywhere or that Eddie would even show up. Besides, if he plays his cards right (bats his eyes just right, brushes his fingers along Eddie's arm, laughs at his jokes), coffee could become a free lunch, and Steve isn't going to say no to potential free food.

"Sure," he says, an eager smile that he can't help tugging at his lips.

Eddie lights up, holding his hand out to Steve as he says, "Lemme see your phone. I'll put my number in."

Steve nods, pulling his phone out of his pocket and opening it to create a new contact. Once he's typed Eddie's name into the proper field, he passes it over, watching as Eddie puts his number in, double-checks it, retypes something, and then passes it back.

A quick glance at the now-saved contact shows that Eddie has added a bat emoji to his contact name. Steve snorts and sends a text message to the number, glancing up as Eddie's phone pings at full volume. It's muffled and blends right in with the chaos of the train, but Steve still raises an eyebrow at him.

"Listen, I'm in loud places constantly," Eddie says, tugging his phone out with a grin. "How else am I gonna hear when cute boys text me?"

"There are other cute boys texting you?" Steve asks, feeling a little more at ease. What was he so worried about before? It's hard to remember when he's focused on Eddie.

"Well, no, actually, but a guy can hope, right?" Eddie asks, winking playfully. "Besides, now I've got a gorgeous boy texting me. It's even more important to hear when your messages come in."

Steve rolls his eyes at Eddie as the train comes to a stop at the station. "Yeah, sure, gorgeous," Steve says. He knows he looks good (a person can't spend so much time on their hair alone without knowing it, he thinks) but "gorgeous" is probably going a bit too far. "This is my stop. Text me."

Eddie nods. "Assume I'm dead if I don't text you within two hours," he says, utterly serious, and Steve laughs.

He shakes his head at Eddie, waves to him, and then starts pushing his way toward the slowly opening doors that will let him into the station. Steve sighs with relief once he's off the train, and the somewhat fresher air makes him realize what he's just agreed to.

He doesn't regret it, not at all, but he suddenly can't shake the feeling that his life is about to get...chaotic. Even more chaotic than being Spider-Man makes it.

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Steve carefully sets the bag of tacos down on the roof before collapsing and leaning against the walled edge. He sighs, pushing his mask to the bridge of his nose, and lets the vibrations of the building soothe his adrenaline-spiked nerves.

The music plays uninterrupted for a few minutes before subsiding, the building going still despite Steve still being able to hear the crowd inside. A few more minutes pass before the music starts up again, but Steve can tell there's something different about it. Before he can figure out what it is, the door to the roof flies open.

"Spidey!"

Steve huffs out a quiet laugh, waving at Eddie as he walks over. "I got tacos," he says, gesturing to the bag.

He feels weird seeing Eddie as Spider-Man just hours after he'd been texting Eddie as Steve. Actually, the only reason they'd stopped texting was because Steve lied about going to sleep, wanting to ensure he wouldn't be distracted by his phone while patrolling.

Eddie grins and sits on the other side of the bag. This is only the second time they've hung out on the roof together, but Eddie snatches up the bag like he's done it a million times before. "Where from?" he asks, pulling out three tacos before placing the bag back down.

"Taco cart on 7th," Steve says, grabbing a taco for himself.

A comfortable quiet settles between them as Steve takes a bite of his taco. Eddie somehow inhales two of his three in less than a minute, making Steve wonder if he's even breathed or tasted the tacos. Before he can jokingly ask, though, Eddie suddenly says, "I've fallen in love."

Steve chokes on his carnitas, eyes watering as he coughs through the sudden, cilantro-scented ache in his throat. A steady hand pats his back, helping him through the coughing fit. Once he's finally able to breathe again, Steve looks at Eddie and asks, his voice rough, "You what?"

"Fell in love. Been hit by Cupid. Seen the fucking light, even."

Steve almost asks if their coffee date is canceled. It was supposed to be that weekend at a tiny hole-in-the-wall shop Steve had never heard of before. And then he remembers the mask he's wearing and the whole "secret identity" thing. He pushes down that question and asks a different one instead. "Oh, uh, congrats. What's their name?"

Eddie gets a dopey smile. "Steve. He looks like a stereotypical prep, but apparently, he's a fan of the band."

For a brief moment, Steve wonders about the ethics of discussing himself with Eddie. Then again, it would be more suspicious if he didn't, right? And he has to keep his secret identity intact. Steve clears his throat, wincing at the dull pain before asking, "Where'd you meet?"

"Subway. Some asshole hit Steve with their backpack and I caught him."

Steve can't help snorting when he hears it from Eddie. "How chivalrous of you. What, are you gonna say he literally fell for you next?" he asks.

Eddie's grin tells Steve that, yes, he was going to say that. Since Steve beat him to it, though, he just says, "He was so cute and flustered, Spidey. And sweet fuck, his hair? His hair is incredible. I wanna know how long he spends on it so I can really appreciate messing it up when we make out. He's got, like, moles and freckles, too, right? And they're so fucking cute. I wanna play connect the dots with them. We didn't get to talk much on the train, but I can tell he's sarcastic and funny. Plus, like, he gives off this really caring energy? Like, hand Steve a baby, and he'd be in his element."

Okay, hearing Eddie talk about him like this is weird. Steve's mouth feels dry and he shoves the last of his taco into his mouth before pulling his mask down. He's lucky Eddie is looking away, otherwise, he'd see the bright and obvious blush spreading across Steve's cheeks and down his neck.

"He sounds great," Steve manages, relieved his voice doesn't sound as strained as he feels. "Maybe he used to babysit?"

Steve did, in fact, used to babysit. He still babysits, actually. Granted, not as much as before, but there are a few single moms in his building that he helps out whenever they need.

Eddie nods in agreement, his smile becoming smaller and more genuine. "Yeah. I can't wait to get to know him," he says, his voice softer, and Steve thinks he might be jealous of himself if he wasn't so fascinated by seeing this side of Eddie.

"So, uh, when's the date?" he asks.

"Saturday. We're gonna get coffee, but if I play my cards right, I bet I can take him out for lunch, too."

A laugh manages to escape Steve as he wonders if Eddie read his mind on the subway. "If you do, there's a good Thai place by the park," he suggests. "It's called Thai Cottage, I think."

It's Steve's favorite place for Thai food, actually. But Eddie doesn't need to know that right now. He can just find out when Steve tells him on Saturday.

Steve once again finds himself wondering about the ethics of telling Eddie how to make the date go well when Eddie doesn't know Spider-Man and Steve are the same person.

Eddie grins brightly at him, and Steve finds he doesn't care about the ethics. "Thanks, man," he says, elbowing his arm gently as the watch on his wrist beeps twice. "Ah, fuck, break's over."

Eddie pushes himself up, stretching his arms above his head, and Steve hears several pops along his spine. "Time for the next set?" he asks.

"Yep. Still gonna be here when it's done?"

"Nah, I've got plans tomorrow, but I'll listen to the first song at least," Steve promises, hoping his smile is obvious enough despite the mask.

Eddie nods, looking like he doesn't mind at all. "No worries, man. I'll see ya next time, Spidey," he says, waving over his shoulder before heading to the stairwell again.

Steve watches him go, waiting until the door has shut before he sighs and slumps against the edge of the roof. He stares at the sky for a moment, briefly prays that he'll be able to juggle Eddie knowing Steve and Spider-Man, and tries to ignore the impending sense of chaos that has taken up residence in the back of his mind since he walked off the train.

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[apocalypseornaw]

Sheriff, Ranger & Marshal

Beau Arlen x Female Reader x Cordell Walker

When a resort comes onto a few agencies' radar a task force is formed and 3 people are chose to go undercover. You, Beau and Cordell

I have no excuse. This is smut yall. J2 makes my brain go to mush.

A Sheriff, a Marshal and a Ranger walked into a hot tub. Sounded like the beginning of a joke but it was very much your current reality.

When a joint task force had been propositioned to infiltrate a resort that was marketed as “An unconventional getaway for people who didn't live by society's standards” you knew you would be on the list for potential undercover. You had a decent track record and usually only took a couple weeks to decompress after assignments before you'd be completely back to normal as if it had never happened.

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You however didn't know that Liam's older brother Cordell would also be on the list along with Beau Arlen, a Sheriff from Montana that had worked well with the bureau in the past. The resort was suspected of being a front for money laundering, weapon and drug smuggling.

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When each branch of the task force which consisted of the Marshals, the Rangers and the FBI had picked their undercover the three of you met. It was basically a chemistry read like they did for movie roles. Had to make sure it was believable that the three of you were together.

You'd met Cordell in passing so you knew he was a good looking man and feigning attraction to him would be easy. The moment you laid eyes on Beau you nearly bowed out of the assignment. No one would believe these two men had chosen you.

When you'd voiced your concerns to Captain James who was overseeing the meeting Beau and Cordell had exchanged a look before Cordell moved up to your back while Beau moved to stand in front of you, effectively trapping you between their larger frames.

Beau gently brushed your hair behind your ear, green eyes holding you place while Cordell trailed his fingers over your arms “Now darling,we've talked about this. If anyone's lucky it's me and Eric. You know we love you”

Cordell leaned down to where his lips were almost touching your ear when he spoke “David's right Nessa, so just get those thoughts out of your head”

You felt your face warm so in one fluid movement you punched Beau in the stomach then threw your elbow back into Cordell's. Both men fell away from you, painful laughter falling from them as Captain James clapped “See? Proof to point you're the woman for this job because that? Really looked like you're their wife”

You walked into the safe house the task force was using as the “home address” for your thruple. Jesus you'd gone under cover solo and as a couple with a few guys and a couple women but you'd never gone under cover with two men and had to act as if you were deeply in love with them both.

Beau and Cordell were already there considering Cordell had picked Beau up from the airport and you'd been meeting with the contact you'd formed through a few yoga classes that was in with the owner of the resort. You'd parked your persona's little yellow beetle next to Cordell's persona's range rover.

When you made it past the entry way you let out a low whistle “Honeys I'm home” you heard laughter as your response before Cordell called out “in the kitchen baby” your stomach flipped a little at his voice.

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You walked into the kitchen and both men were sitting at the small breakfast table, a cup of coffee in front of them both. You walked over to stand between the two of them and placed the envelope you carried down on the table “We got an invite to the resort. Bianca came through”

Without warning Cordell pulled you down into his lap, you started to protest but he whispered into your ear “We gotta get used to acting all the time” Beau winked at you “Eric quit hogging Nessa before I spank the both of you” “Promise?” You and Cordell teased in unison. Yeah this was going to be the most interesting assignment you'd ever undertaken.

The resort was beautiful, you had to give it that. Set back in the mountain side of Colorado the scenery was gorgeous. You, Cordell and Beau had been there for a few days but so far no one was really opening up to the three of you and you were starting to feel guilty having a California king to yourself while one man slept on the couch and the other slept on the floor in your suite.

A few times housekeeping had taken you by surprise so blankets and pillows had to be tossed around and one of them joined you in the bed while the other answered the door. You'd told them they could share the bed with you; it was plenty big enough and all of you were adults.

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Cordell had apparently woken up first and ordered room service. You woke up to him and Beau testing everything on the tray to ensure nothing was drugged before you all ate.

You sat up in the bed, leaning back on your arms and admired the sight of your “husbands” Cordell was wearing a pair of jeans, hung low on his hips. He was barefoot and not currently wearing a shirt, the muscles of his back flexing deliciously in the sunlight streaming in from the high window.

Beau was wearing the gray sweatpants he wore to bed, that left little to the imagination (not that you'd looked) and he was also barefoot and missing a shirt. His light brown hair was still tousled from sleep and the way the muscles in his arms moved was damn near hypnotizing. Fuck, when was the last time you'd had sex to have you drooling over your temporary partners like this? You needed a cold shower.

Cordell glanced over his shoulder at you and grinned “Nessa you're finally awake” you smiled and tossed the blanket off your legs. You were currently wearing one of Beaus shirts or well “Davids” and panties. It fell far enough on your thigh neither men saw anything but should something happen it looked better if you were wearing one of their clothes to bed.

You walked over to stand next to the room service tray, running your nails across Beau's bare back as you leaned into Cordell's side “We need to talk” Cordell whispered in your ear. At your confused look he motioned to the tray then his ear. Your eyes widened and you nodded “What's a girl gotta do to get you fellas in that big Ole shower with me?”

Cordell laughed “Darling you know all you gotta do is ask” you grabbed Cordell's ark and then Beau's “well come on then”

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Once the three of you were in the bathroom you shut the door and rolled up a towel to put under the crack before going to the corner where a shower as big as your first apartment sat. You turned the cold on full blast so there would still be hot water for your showers but enough noise you could talk freely.

Once the shower was going you beckoned them closer to it where it would drown anything out “They bugged the room service?” You whispered and Cordell nodded “From what I gather they don't trust us. Apparently everyone else here has an exhibitionist streak. We're the only people that hasn't had sex loud enough you can hear it down the hall or publicly enough anyone can see it”

You looked from him to Beau, both men close enough you could touch and sighed “Then we have to put on a show” they exchanged a look, clearly letting you take the reins on this “What do you mean?” Beau asked.

You rolled your eyes “You've both been undercover. I had to make it to third base with my last partner's wife one time to keep us from blowing our cover. If they want a show we give them one. That hot tub right outside our room would be a good place because we turn it high enough no one knows what's actually happening under the water as long as it sounds believable”

Cordell nodded slowly, his tongue flicking out to wet his lips. “The three of us need to make sure we're comfortable together. Our personas have been together for nearly eight years” you nodded then reached up to hook your arms around his neck, pulling him to you.

When your lips met his he didn't even appear to have been taken off guard, instead he backed up closer to the wall caging you between it and his body. He slid a clothed knee between your legs keeping them open as he flicked his tongue into your mouth, tasting all of you. You could feel your knees weaken from the kiss before you gasped lightly and pulled back trying to get air so he moved from your lips to your jaw then down to your neck, working the sensitive flesh there between his teeth gently as his knee pushed up into your dripping center causing a light moan to escape your lips “Fuck” you whispered when he pulled back with a grin “Good enough?” He asked and you nodded “Very”

He turned his eyes from you to Beau who was watching the two of you intently. He readjusted himself and your eyes slid down to see he was half hard under those sweats. He'd apparently enjoyed the show “Come here” Cordell spoke, pulling Beau to him.

You watched as the two men shared a kiss that was all tongue and teeth and rolled your hips against Cordell's thigh that was still between your legs, trying to soothe the ache forming there. Once the two of them broke away from each other Cordell nodded towards you “She makes the sweetest sounds doesn't she?” Beau nodded, green eyes full of hunger.

Cordell moved and let Beau in front of you. Beau grinned before he leaned down to catch your lips in a bruising kiss. Your hands went to his shoulders, gripping tightly. Damn could he kiss. He moved your hands from his shoulders to hold them both in one of his large hands before pressing them to the wall above your head.

His other hand moved to tease your hardened nipple through the shirt you wore, devouring the moan that escaped you. He kissed down your jaw opposite the side Cordell had but worked the sensitive flesh the same, enough to bring you pleasure but not to mark. Just when you felt like you might explode he placed a final kiss on your lips then backed off, dropping your hands and bracing your hips to help keep you upright as your chest heaved like you'd just ran a few miles.

You swallowed hard twice to keep from whimpering. The two men in front of you both smiled slightly “Believable that we both chose you?” Cordell asked, throwing your words from the chemistry read back at you. You nodded stiffly, finally finding your voice “Believable. I'm gonna um I'm gonna shower. I'm supposed to go to yoga with Bianca”

Beau grinned “Want us to join you or?” You felt your face warm and shook your head “Go eat breakfast. Save me some though. Tonight after dinner in the dining hall we'll give em a show to make sure they don't doubt us” Cordell tipped his head “Yes ma'am” you weren't even the senior agent here but they were letting you lead for the undercover part. Why you weren't sure but you kind of enjoyed it.

Beau started to walk out then shook his head and walked back over to you, catching your lips in another hungry kiss. Not to be outdone the moment Beau released you Cordell pulled you into another kiss. You groaned when they both finally stepped away “Later” you needed the entire day to prepare for the show you'd have to put on tonight. You had gone to third with Lindsay to keep you both safe and you'd simply been friends with her. Those two?

They could easily ruin you and if you didn't keep a hold on yourself you might just let them.

The ground rules that had been set was no penetration and always remember that it was your peronas. Not yourselves.

—---------------

Easier said than done. You'd chosen a simple back two piece because while you trusted the men you were with, the rest of the resort didn't need to see everything.

You stepped out of the bathroom and laughed at the fact that they were both leaning against the doorframe leading out to the deck area where the hot tub sat. Cordell had on dark blue swim trunks while Beau wore dark green ones. The moment they heard the door open both of their eyes landed on you and you could see them darken. “Sorry to keep you fellas waiting”

—------------

You walked past them outside and they both followed you closely. Beau had set the tub to high, like you'd said. You stopped at the edge and both men offered you a hand to help you get in. You took Cordell's and worked at Beau.

Once you were in they both climbed in “Where do you want us Nessa?” Beau asked and you grabbed Cordell's hand first “I want to sit in Eric's lap” you pushed Cordell down in the corner and once he was settled with his long legs bent at the knees you settled yourself between them, your ass brushing against his crotch as you did so and heard him stifle a groan.

You reached a hand out towards Beau “C'mere David” he grinned and dipped himself down to be kneeling in front of you, he leaned down close to your ear to whisper feather light “How far are we going darling? Me and Cordell discussed it. This is your ballgame”

“They have to think we've had sex” he nodded and glanced over your shoulder at Cordell. You'd laid back against Cordell's chest which meant Beau could easily lean over you. Him and Cordell shared a heated kiss and when they pulled away Cordell nodded towards you “Make our girl fall apart in my lap David”

Cordell shifted you higher up in his lap so Beau wouldn't have to crouch to reach you. He gripped your chin with two fingers, tilting your head “Look at her. So damn gorgeous and all ours” when his lips met yours you didn't try to swallow the whimper that escaped you. He smiled against your lips “and always so eager for us”

You felt one of his hands come up to cup one of your breasts while Cordell snaked a hand around you to cup the other. You moaned lightly and that seemed to spur them on. Beau moved down to your neck, kissing and biting gently and Cordell leaned up to claim the other side of your neck, both of them still working at your breasts, tweaking the sensitive buds and making your back arch off Cordell's chest pushing you into Beau's.

—-----------------

Just when you were damn near too overwhelmed they changed tactics. Cordell moved his hand to your chin so he could tilt your head back and claim your mouth while Beau slipped one of your breasts free from the swimsuit top, flicking his tongue over the nipple. Cordell swallowed every moan that you gave as Beau finished with one breast and tucked it back into the top before going to the other.

You rolled your hips back against Cordell and felt his erection pressing into your back. You slipped one hand between you and he hissed when your fingers slipped below the band of the shorts he wore, wrapping around his hardened cock. Damn he was big and thick. You began to jack him slowly, moving at the same rhythm as your lips moved against each other.

After a moment Beau reclaimed your lips from Cordell, one hand slipping between your legs to tease at your clothed core. A moan escaped your lips, one from Cordell joining you. “Do fingers count?” Beau asked low between gritted teeth and you shook your head. With your go ahead he moved your bottoms to the side plunging two fingers knuckle deep inside of you.

You moaned loudly as Beau curled his fingers finding that spot deep inside of you. A rhythm fell of your hand moving at the same speed of his fingers as he worked you towards an orgasm and you worked Cordell. You bucked your hips against Beau's fingers and he broke from your lips to move down your neck “Just like that sweet girl. Fuck yourself on my fingers while you jack Eric off”

—---------------

The names didn't matter, the fact that you were technically working didn't matter. All that mattered was how amazing Beau's fingers felt and how fucking wrecked Cordell sounded behind you. You felt yourself getting close to that edge and knew from how Cordy was moving his hips to meet your movement he was close too. Beau twisted his wrist slightly and your vision went soft around the edges as your orgasm washed over you. The feeling of Cordell's warm cum coating your hand anchored you in the moment as both men bit down on your shoulders.

Beau gently slipped his fingers out of you and grinned “You're looking a little gone darling” then looked behind you at Cordell “You both do” Cordell was breathless as he said “That was intense” you turned to pull him down into a kiss, his tongue rolling against yours. When he pulled back he kissed the tip of your nose “Baby he didn't come”

You looked at Beau and smiled “C'mere David” he moved closer and placed a quick kiss on Cordell's lips before pulling you out of Cordy's lap and into his own. He moved so your back was against the side of the hot tub and your legs were wrapped around his waist. He dropped his head to your neck and whispered “I'm not gonna fuck you,don't worry”

He moved a hand under the water and if anyone nearby looked it probably appeared he was freeing his cock but instead he just tightened his grip on your hips. He gave a hard roll of his hips into yours and your head fell back with a low moan “Fuck” you gasped and he did it again. You looked up to stare into those gorgeous green eyes “Can you come like this?” You whispered against his lips and he chuckled “Fuck yes”

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The feeling of his hard cock rubbing just right against your clit with every thrust of his hips were pushing you closer and closer to that edge. You wanted to feel him without the layer between you, but you'd set the rule. You looked over at Cordell who was now stroking his semi erect cock, working back up himself at watching the two of you. A silent conversation happened between the two of you and when he nodded you grinned before slipping a hand between you and Beau.

He stopped his movements and watched you with hooded eyes as you slipped your hand into his trunks to free his cock then pushed the bottoms of your swimsuit to the side. He looked from you to Cordell and when you both nodded he rolled his hips forward again this time sliding into you. Fuck he was wide and long and felt so damn good.

Your head fell back at the feeling of being stretched around him. After a moment he gave a tentative thrust and when you tightened around him he buried his face in the bend of your neck and started fucking you in earnest.

You knew it wouldn't take long for you to hit that high again and judging from how hard and fast Beau was slamming into you he was chasing his own orgasm as well. “Fuck, harder” you begged and he groaned “You're killing me darling” his thrusts got deeper and harder and when Cordell moved to slip his hand between your body and Beau's, rubbing tight circles on your clit you came hard clenching down around Beau's cock. He groaned as he gave a few more sloppy thrusts then came inside of you, you bite down on his shoulder to keep from screaming with pleasure.

He stilled with his cock still inside of you and searched your face, no doubt wondering if he crossed a line but when you simply smiled he crashed his lips against yours in a rough kiss.

You gasped when he pulled out of you then looked between him and Cordell. They were both watching you so you took a few steadying breaths before saying “How about we break in that California king?” They both grinned “Yes ma'am”

You woke up the next morning curled up to Beau's chest with Cordell's tall frame wrapped around you from behind. You were sore everywhere, both of them were big men in every way and damn their stamina.

You considered trying to get up but both had vice grips on you. You decided to try to go back to sleep but right before you dozed back off the memories of them both whispering your real name and each other's last night came flooding back along with the fact that you were fairly certain you'd done the same. What the hell had the three of you really gotten yourselves into?

[little-diable]

Texas - Dean Winchester

I had to post this today, simply because I'm so so so obsessed with the header @deathofpeaceofmind created and y'all needed to see it. This is sad, but please give it a chance (I know y'all don't like reading my angsty fics). Lyrics from the song "Texas" by Jessie Murph. Please like and reblog if you enjoyed reading this. Enjoy my loves. xxx

Summary: When a fling turns into something more, but life forces you to part ways.

Warnings: 18+, smut, oral (f), angst, heartbreak, crying

Pairing: Dean Winchester x fem!reader (about 2k words)

You got all the good shit, and I got consequences, I'm cold, I'm lost, I'm ruined, and you go back to Texas

The sun was drenching the sky in a deep orange, a colour so vivid, Dean wasn‘t sure if he was awake or still caught in a dream. Silence engulfed him and Sammy, only Baby‘s sounds echoed through the air, doing little to drown out the confusion ringing in his ears, the messy thoughts he couldn’t shake off. 

It hadn’t even been an hour since Dean had parted from her, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead, not daring to wake her as he left her apartment behind, very well knowing he won’t ever get to see her again. Her, the woman that had instantly caught his attention the second he had entered that one godforsaken bar two weeks ago. Her, the woman that had ended up in Baby‘s backseat only hours after Dean had bought her the first of many drinks to come. Her, the woman his heart had called out to, and was now mourning.

Fuck, he had been stupid, so unbelievably stupid, and yet he hadn’t been able to pull away. He should have left her that night, shouldn’t have exchanged phone numbers, but he hadn’t been able to let her go, not without knowing that he’d get to see her again soon. (Y/n) had taken his heart hostage like a wanderer getting lost in unknown territories, ending up in the grasp of their enemy. 

But fate had never been kind to Dean Winchester, he hadn't been created to live a life filled with love, no, he was following the call of death, of all things coming to an end. An end (y/n) wouldn't see for years to come.

“Dean,” Sammy spoke his brother's name, carefully – just a whisper, not daring to rip his brother out of his trance without a warning, not used to seeing his piercing green eyes filled with tears. “It’s about her, isn’t it?”

Dean couldn’t help but scoff, cursing his brother for asking a question this stupid. Of course it was about her, about (y/n), the woman his drunken self would probably have married if their paths had crossed in Vegas. Sammy wasn’t oblivious, he had shared a few conversations with (y/n), understanding why Dean was that intrigued by her. And yet he still found himself surprised about the way Dean was now reacting to their departure. 

(Y/n) certainly hadn’t been the first woman Dean had found himself crushing on, certainly not the first he had wanted to stick around, but something was different this time. Something so awfully heartbreaking the older Winchester brother directed all his anger towards his stupid heart. Fuck, could one even fall in love, within a few hours, days? 

You came in like a one-man show, out of town, had a couple years on me, knew that shit I didn't know, and it felt so real that I couldn't let go, while you ran me around like a motherfuckin' rodeo

While Dean was driving through blurring by towns and areas he had crossed before, (y/n) was still laying in her bed, glassy eyes directed up ahead, staring at her ceiling. Her heart was clenching in her chest, a pain so unfamiliar (y/n)’s mind began to wonder if the past two weeks had happened or if it had just been a trick of her bored brain. 

Dean Winchester had ripped her heart from her chest, linking his together with hers to form a bond that was now pushing her into soaring waves of sadness, of confusion, and of anger. It felt like those movies, the ones she'd cry about on days where everything got too much and she needed to let go of the sadness bottled up inside of her. Stupid movies that had now caught up with her. She was paying the price of a crime she hadn't committed. But perhaps it had been her fault after all, perhaps it had been her fault for falling in love with a man she barely knew. A man with eyes so green her mind took her back to her childhood days, the carefree hours where she'd get lost in meadows and forests she no longer visited.

How dare he let go, how dare he leave her behind without saying much but a halfhearted apology that now rang in her ears like a song she couldn’t stop thinking of. 

With her eyes squeezed shut, (y/n) tried to get rid of her memories, trying to forget the past two weeks that have felt all too real, so full of an emotion she had stopped believing in years ago. An unlucky try that only pushed her further into her misery. 

“Don’t you dare close your eyes, darling.” Fuck, that grin would be the death of her. Dean was hovering over her, pressing (y/n) further into the comfortable mattress of her big bed. He was nestling between her thighs, tongue running through her folds with skilled movements, very well knowing how to touch a woman. (Y/n) didn’t allow her thoughts to focus on the women he had once touched, wondering who had taught him to eat out a woman like this, rather trying to relish in the warm contact, on the orgasm that was slowly but surely coming upon her. 

“Christ, you’re too good at this.” Her voice trembled, eyes struggling to stay open, focused on his handsome features, on the freckles lingering on his skin like star formations filling the night sky. A view so breathtakingly beautiful one couldn’t help but marvel at it. 

One of his hands found hers, interlacing their fingers to hold onto her as (y/n) let go, back arched off her mattress, toes curled. An intense sensation swapped through her, filling every pore of her trembling body, making her choke on her cries as if this was the first time she ever got to experience something like this. 

Her heart was roaring in her chest, a sound so unfamiliar (y/n)’s mind wondered if she was still caught in her own body. But Dean didn’t give her any time to ponder over her thoughts, crawling up her body with a smirk growing on his lips, kissing her before another breath could be inhaled into her aching lungs. She could taste herself on his tongue, once again reminded of their closeness, of the bond (y/n) found herself clinging to, praying that Dean wouldn’t ever leave her again. 

“Ready for another round?” 

A cry wrecked through her, hands holding her face, trying to dry the tears that wouldn’t stop rolling. The pain that stuck to her was too much for her body, not knowing how to get rid of it, how to let go of the waves that tried to pull her under, drowning the helpless woman. Fuck, Dean Winchester had broken her heart, without even giving her one good explanation. 

You go back to Texas like it didn't happen, like I'm not here with all of this mess, and you drunk and out and you wildin' out

“Does she know?” Once again did Sammy’s voice break the silence, not used to sitting in Baby without any music rumbling through the speakers. Dean’s eyes hadn’t left the road once, not looking at his younger brother once – no matter how much Sammy moved in his seat, trying to catch his brother’s gaze. 

“No.” It was one simple word. A word that pieced together the puzzle, finally falling into place, though so suddenly, without another warning. Deep down Sammy had hoped that Dean had explained their profession to (y/n), something that would tie the two together, giving them a reason to cross paths again. 

“But why? She would have understood. What did you say to her?” Pain. An emotion so blinding began to fill Dean’s system, forcing the memory of yesterday evening to resurface. 

“What do you mean by one last time?” (Y/n) was placed in Dean’s lap, naked body pressed against his. The two had shared a kiss that had left them breathless seconds ago, a sensation that had been interrupted by Dean’s words, forcing (y/n) to halt in her movements. 

“We are leaving tomorrow morning, Sammy and I.” She froze, trying to search his eyes – without any luck. Dean had his green eyes focused on her hands, fumbling with the fingers that had touched every inch of his body in the past days. He didn’t dare meet her gaze, very well aware of the pain that was now swimming in her pupils, the same emotion he tried to swallow down. An unlucky try that left him choking on the breaths trying to suffocate him.

“What? Don’t fuck with me, Dean.” She let go of him, crawling from his lap to reach for her oversized shirt, suddenly feeling the urge to hide herself from his eyes. It took him another breath to reply, trying to sort through his thoughts. 

“We got another job offer we had to take, I’m sorry.” Tears welled up in her eyes, raising her hands to momentarily cover her face and the expression of pain tugging on her features. An uncomfortable silence began to fill her bedroom, the room that had been filled with sounds of pleasure just minutes ago. 

“I, uhm, I need a few moments.” Her quivering limbs did little to support her, guiding (y/n) out of her bedroom, away from Dean and the tears welling up in his eyes only just now. 

“There’s nothing to understand, Sam. Our lives aren’t made for relationships, I’d rather have her hate me than end up hurt because of this fucking shitshow we are damned with.” Dean’s voice had a dangerous growl to it, trying to stop the conversation before he’d start overthinking once again. He had made his peace, even though he wasn’t able to swallow down his pain rising in his throat like bile. 

“I’m sorry, Dean. I really am.” 

“Will you stay for a bit longer?” Her whispers reverberated through the quiet bedroom, head placed on his chest, getting lost in the uneven beats of his heart. His big hand stroked her spine, forcing goosebumps to rise on her skin. 

“Of course.” Dean had a hard time speaking up, trying not to choke on the sadness he was overwhelmed with. Both knew that he’d leave in a few hours, forcing (y/n) to wake in an empty bed, hand searching for the warm body she’d never forget. 

“Thank you, Dean.” Both knew that she wasn’t just thanking him for sticking around for a few hours longer. Both knew that she was thanking him for the love he had elicited deep inside of her. Both knew that she was thanking him for the time he had spent with her, momentarily making her forget about the struggles both were stuck in. 

“I’d do it all over again.” 

You got all the good shit, and I got consequences, I'm cold, I'm lost, I'm ruined, and you go back to Texas

[robinsno1lesbian]

Okay ngl im thinking about neighbor!robins duality, like normally she’s like a hyped up puppy who needs to take a nap. She’ll see reader and be like “my love!” And wrap her arms around your waist and not let you go until like 10 minutes later.

But the SECOND reader talks back, or say their wearing something revealing again. She’s squeezing their sides or hugging them behind and telling them what their in for the second their alone…

neighbor!robin x fem!reader

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 971

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 18+ mature content! (MDNI), implied age gap (reader is 18+!), dirty talk, use of pet names, spanking (let me know if i missed anything)

𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: i feel like older! neighbor!robin has taken over my brain oh my god- to all those in my inbox: i see you and i promise I'll write for you too!

you have never met someone as two-faced as your neighbor before. never. one second, she's all sweet with you; hugging you from behind and holding you close. placing kisses on your cheek and nuzzling against your neck. at first, you were surprised to find out about her needy demeanor but once you got used to it, you found yourself enjoying those outbursts of hers.

you always make sure to hold her especially close when she gets like that, you hold her while she naps on your bed and cover her in kisses when the situation calls for it. but oh don't you underestimate her just because of that. she can flip like a damn switch and she will. you can hear footsteps approaching you from behind and you immediately know it's robin who has let herself in. she has your spare keys and must've seen your parents leave. you don't turn around, just call out a greeting. "honey I'm home" she replies jokingly, getting a chuckle out of you. just seconds later, you feel her strong hands wrap around your hips and her soft lips attach to the back of your neck. you sigh and lean against her. robin puts her chin on your shoulder as you bring your palm up against her cheek, stroking her skin softly. "i missed you" she mumbles, her palms roaming your sides. you close your eyes and take in the feeling of being held by her, her scent, her raspy voice this close to your ear. pure bliss. you know neither of you has really said it yet, but you can feel yourself falling for her more and more every day. it's so hard not to just hold her hand in public, to show everyone around you just how much this means to you. at least robin knows, or you hope she does. you turn around, her hold still lingering on your body, and wrap your arms around her. "i missed you too" her lips are on yours in a matter of seconds, kissing you sweetly. you kiss her back immediately, getting lost in the taste of her lips. so much, in fact, that you don't even notice when her hands wander lower and lower. only when she leans back, do you notice that she has both of her palms placed on your bare thighs. bare, because of the short skirt you chose to wear this morning. it hardly covers anything at all and if you were to bend over like this, you would give her a perfect view of your ass. you open your eyes only to find her glaring down at you already. her pupils are blown wide and her fingers are circling over your thighs. "what's this doll?" she gives your skirt a harsh tug. "a skirt" you talk back, knowing damn well where this is going. "what about it? you don't like it ms. buckley?"

over the course of the past months, you have learned just how to push that woman's button. and you have learned what calling her ms. buckley does to her. she bites her lip and gives you a somewhat hungry glare. "are you sure you want it this way doll?" she grabs your wrists and spins you around, already bending you over the kitchen counter slightly. there is a warning in her voice. a warning you choose to ignore. "what way?" you shrug and look over your shoulder. "you don't like my skirt?" her fingers tighten around your wrists and she just stares. and, while she's holding your gaze, her other hand pushes your skirt down your legs, revealing the black thong you're wearing beneath. "you wore this on purpose, didn't you? huh?" but before you can give her an answer, she lands a hard smack on your exposed ass. "answer me" she demands, before giving you another spank -harder than the first one. a whimper falls from your lips. "what was that? i can't hear you doll" "p-please" you whine, your nails scratching over the countertop in a desperate attempt to hold onto something.

"please" she mocks and laughs. "please, please, please...pathetic" the next smack causes your legs to buck, nearly giving in beneath you. but robin has a hold of you, supporting your body to stay upright and take it. "so; did you wear it for me? did you want this? wanted to get bent over and treated like a slut?" "robin i-" but she cuts you off. "answer me" you know that the marks of her hands must be forming on your skin already and, god, you hope they don't fade too soon. you give her a nod, fully aware that this won't do it. robin grabs a fist full of your hair and yanks you back, your back arching almost painfully.

"use your words like a good girl" she spits. "i- i wore it for you" you stumble over every word and it seems like your brain is too foggy to form a proper sentence. "wanted- wanted you to look" "oh i am looking" she mumbles in thought. "and i bet you love every second of this don't you? fuck i bet you’re soaked too" as if to test the theory, she pushes the little clothing piece aside and you feel her digits circling your entrance. you moan at the very first contact, your eyes rolling back involuntarily, and you throw your hips back against her fingers, practically begging for her to take you right then and there. you are punished by another smack that has tears spilling out of the sides of your eyes. "i didn't tell you to move" robin growls. "you wanted to act like a dirty slut so you're gonna be treated like one" you whimper but nod your head, willing to take all that she has to offer. she knows just as well as you do that you love this.

[fairytale-poll]

ROUND 2! MATCH 4 OUT OF 8

Propaganda Under the Cut:

Cerise:

She’s the child of the red riding hood and the big bad wolf. Don’t question it to okay. Also she was the first character I thought of when I saw this!

She’s the daughter of red riding hood and the big bad wolf! She’s a werewolf!

Love her design very much. She gets a lot of great outfits. Also, another version of Red Riding Hood that incorporates both the girl and the wolf together.

1: ever after high was iconic and amazing and so well written and i'm really bitter that it was cancelled so i think cerise deserves this win (i do too) 2: her design is really good. like no one else could EVER if you ask me 3: wolf girl. do i NEED to say more. ...honestly, my brain cannot bring out any more words so fingers crossed someone else submits her and she gets some ACTUAL GOOD propaganda (sorry cerise forgive me)

She’s a badass red riding hood with a secret (her dad is the big bad wolf)

She's the daughter of Red Riding Hood and the Wolf, so she has wolf ears and is really strong. She's supposed to be the next Red Riding Hood so she should count.

She's the daughter of Little Red Riding Hood and the Big Bad Wolf making her a daughter of forbidden love and thus a double representation of Little Red Riding Hood's age-old story of maturity and adolescence.

She's really cool! She was born from a forbidden romance between the wolf (don't worry he turns into a human lmao) and Little Red Riding Hood and has to hide her heritage from other people which I think is really interesting. Also her hood is really pretty.

She's the daughter of red riding hood and is meant to take over that role when it's her time

she slays so hard!! while technically shes not THE little red riding hood, she is her daughter and the FUTURE little red riding hood. shes also half wolf, which is really cool!! and yea. she slays.

idk she’s just cool & definitely gay

She’s meant to be the next Red Riding Hood but her whole bit is that not only is her mom Red Riding Hood, her father is the Big Bad Wolf and she needs to keep it a secret. The best of both worlds. The tween girls went crazy for the wolf thing. Had a pretty doll and cool outfits. Has an older sister who’s meant to be the next Big Bad Wolf (Ramona Badwolf) who she comes into conflict with. Identity crisis! She was everything to eleven year old me

She’s half wolf, she has cool white streaks in her hair, she’s a jock with super speed and I like her a lot.

she turned me lesbian.

Fan favourite, my first lesbian crush on a character

She is a daughter of previous Little Red Riding Hood and Big Bad Wolf, how cool is that

She’s a furry yeuwu

she’s the daughter of red riding hood and the big bad wolf. she’s a wolf girl. i love her

Scarlet:

Her big bad wolf is her mutant soldier boyfriend. She shot him once and honestly he was into it. Probably bi. Helped start a revolution.

Her wolf is actually. Um. A genetically modified soldier with wolf traits. At the beginning its not very obvious but by the end of the series yeah she's. She's a monsterfucker. Anyway that's not really relevant but I just think she's pretty cool (not because she's a monsterfucker)

She's a french farmgirl and a pilot who ends up in a plot to overthrow the queen of the moon. The big bad wolf is a genetically-altered soldier that she falls in love with. She's short-tempered, straightforward, and fiercely loyal.

"Grown up" Fairy Tales are a lot of fun. this one is also a cool mix of LRRH and BatB. She can totally take care of herself and her wolves are in for quite a story.

She’s a badass?

her family runs a restaurant and she’s friends with a furry

she's french. she's loud. she falls in love with the wolf (a guy named wolf who is genetically modified somehow). she sells tomatoes and gets in fights and just wants to find her grandmother. she is literally the little red riding hood character in a series of books retelling fairy tales in an alternate universe in space and I love her

she has a gun and she’s pretty cool. sorry she’s french if it helps it’s like 500 years in the future france. also she’s bisexual (TO ME!!! no straight woman thinks the things she thought about winter aka the character based on snow white)

[wibzenadarksiderwithasoftheart]

Stubbornness and unicorns

I did something, or rather this post made me do it.

I blame @prahacat 💜

I'm actually grateful, because it finally got my stubborn muse in gear to work on a story that has been haunting my brain for some time.

This is shameless fluff, mpreg, pregnant Obi-Wan (Anakin is the father), and Obi-Wan and Dooku having a moment in Serenno's castle garden.

And maybe there are unicorns. 🦄

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Obi-Wan walked slowly along one of the many well-landscaped paths in the sprawling park surrounding Castle Serenno mindful of his condition. His stately dressed companion graciously matched his speed to his slow pace, mercifully ignoring the small sighs of frustration that escaped him, kindly lending him an arm to lean on as they made their way.

Only when they stopped in the shade of a large tree did he speak while Obi-Wan rested a hand over his bulging midsection, rubbing reassuringly over the spot where one of his children was eagerly kicking at his taut skin.

"While I'm sure it would be hopeless to tell you once again that I don't think these long walks will benefit you when you are this far along, I'm sure my words will be ignored as always," his stern-looking companion declared with an undertone of resignation.

“You are correct in that assumption,” Obi-Wan replied, flashing him one of his most charming smiles.

"As I am sure you are fully aware of, it is a well-known truth that stubbornness is an inherited trait in your lineage, Count."

"It seems so," the older man admitted with a heavy sigh, "and please, Obi-Wan, how often may I ask you to call me Yan?"

"At least a few times more."

Count Dooku of Serenno let out a small frustrated sigh. His lineage was a constant headache that he was convinced would be the end of him one day soon.

Sensing that it would be fruitless to try to persuade his grand padawan to return to his comfortable chambers, determined as he was to wander, he chose not to argue further as they continued.

They walked in pleasant silence under the bright autumn sun who cast its glow over the wide expanse of the castle gardens that was laid out in the imposing shadow of Castle Serenno. The high, already snow-covered mountains rose in the background and in the pale blue sky above them, both moons were clearly visible, Mantero almost full where it stood low above the horizon.

The park was an oasis of green and lush life, where plants native to the planet and imported species were tastefully arranged in a well-organized style with clean lines that reflected the planet's ruler. Paths and small streams ran between tall trees and bushes, creating intricate patterns and a pleasant background sound with their muffled gurgling. In some places, large open lawns were replaced by small groves of trees, both evergreen and deciduous, in their golden, red and orange fall splendor. Beds of late flowering herbs gave off a pleasant spicy fragrance that mingled with the ripe scent of malum fruit.

Obi-Wan and Yan had just stepped into a small clearing surrounded by tall spruces when a group of slender and elegant creatures surrounded them, only slightly shy to get close to the bipedal creatures.

They were an extremely rare species, reminiscent of equus in their appearance, and thought to be extinct. But a small group still existed, their existence a well kept secret. The beautiful creatures with their gleaming pearly white skin and long elegantly twisted horns had long been sought after prey, not so much for their beauty or rarity, but because they were highly force sensitive and were believed capable of healing and granting eternal life.

Gently they nudged their soft muzzles against Obi-Wan's bulging belly, neighing low in greeting to the unborn children resting there, attracted by their innocent but already powerful signatures. Honored by their closeness and trust, Obi-Wan gently stroked his hands over their soft ears and smooth horns.

Yan also got his share of attention, though more hesitantly, as some darkness still lingered like shadows around him. But the largest stallion, his horns gleaming golden in the sun, allowed him to stroke his neck in a gesture of trust offered to the one who had originally prevented their final extinction.

Against the wishes of his former Sith Master, Dooku had chosen to save these magnificent creatures when he had tracked down the very last of their kind, starved and scared. Under the influence of his former padawan and his young apprentice, he had brought them to Serenno where they now thrived and multiplied.

Five slender foals romped playfully among the adults eagerly seeking Obi-Wan's attention.

TBC

[yandere-fics]

honestly I would love to see dreamy yan girl nextdoor (totally not because I love next door neighbor type of stuff lol def not that…)

omg it just hit me, i've been trying to figure out what au to fit the Anderson sisters into but dreamy coastal town with slightly ominous girl next door Sophie and Skylar plus the other sisters who reside in the town, I know I'm just giving myself more work but I also really really want to find a way to fit Skylar in because she's been rotting away in my brain like a tapeworm.

Okay so let me know y'all's thoughts on this but thiw wouldn't be an au I would write as often as The City or The Kingdom but it would be there. Btw I wouldn't write any stories of the girls fighting over you since I just can't imagine they would all fall for the same person, they know to back off their sibling's territory.

So I see Skylar being the girl next door who no one seems to notice is pretty sinister. It's easy to not notice she's a bit of a freak. She's the sweet eldest sister, and the local librarian. She's the first to greet you when you move into the small coastal town and is always coming over to help you with things on your days off. She's very shy and won't make the first move, you think her crush is cute at first but after awhile it becomes a bit.. frightening. Constantly clutching onto you and telling you that she doesn't know what you'd do if you ever left her side. You think she's just a bit insecure, not noticing how so many people around you get frightened away really quickly. She's the sweet girl next door to a fault so you would never suspect her of anything.

Sophie is the younger sister who was forced to come greet you when you first moved in and now you keep seeing her everywhere. Skylar is constantly inviting you over but eventually you stop accepting the invites because when you come over, Sophie is just staring at you hard, it's starting to wig you out. That doesn't stop it though, things are always breaking in the beautiful villa you rented and well, Sophie is the only one who can come over at midnight to fix these things for you. Little do you know that every time she comes over, another camera is discreetly placed and another item is sabotaged just so she can return. She's very delusional, if she keeps watching you and repairing things for you then eventually you will come to her of your own accord, and if not? Well you'll just have to see.

Darla is the girl who you meet at a cute little coffee shop near your house who will talk your ear off for an hour about her college degree, she's an english major, just like her older sister was. You learn she doesn't talk to her sister's much since she was an illegitimate child but she sees them in town occasionally. She's quick to invite herself to things, even quicker to start telling everyone that the two of you are dating. She's especially fast to take you to a college party with her and seduce you, then demand you start a relationship with her because you stole her first. It's only fair right? Don't make her have to call her older sister's to help.

Elouise was never fond of her sister's or the way they did anything. They always had what she wanted, Skylar got to escape the house before anyone else, Sophie always found a way to steal the adult things and would hoard them all to herself, Darla was the rosy eyed one who got her college paid for(with the condition that she pretend she's not related to her parents and to never contact them again), so when she finds out her pretty little obsession lives next door to two of her sister's, she's determined to keep you to herself. They're just happy Elouise just has someone.

Anyways let me know your thoughts, I personally love this so much and I kinda want to make this one of the things, I know it's not as magical as the other two but I think it's pretty cute.

[oh-katsuki]

okay I just read your stsg fic and right after the tendou fic and for some reason my brain started combining the two and I started thinking stsg + stepcest + older brothers best friend and idk....I'm into it I think

hmmNMJFDNAGFJKRNGVJKREN oh ill THROW UP THAT'S SO FNRIJEAGVNREJGNRJBVNREJLKN SEXXYYY HFNREJKANVGJREHKABV sorry if this makes so sense im like drooling and hollering at the screen and everything

cw: fem!reader, use of she/her pronouns, stepcest (but gojo lowkey is imagining it's incest sorry), i say SISTER CUNT!, vaginal fingering, threesome, suguru is basically a spectator but he loves it, everyone is so strange and disgusting ill moan

ugh satoru as the overly clingy big brother type. the kind that makes the people around him mildly uncomfortable because he absolutely has a sister complex. he's even gone so far as to share an apartment with you while you're in university, makes the financial burden a little easier.

he's like.... infatuated. he thinks that you're fucking precious and so damn pretty it makes him sick. satoru just can't get over how obsessed with you he is. to him, you're the perfect little sister.

the age gap isn't all that big. four years, give or take a few, but satoru still treats you like you'll break. he likes to spoil you. likes to buy you things and feed you and make you feel pretty.

thing is though, he also obsesses over who you date. satoru likes to know who you're seeing, when you're seeing them, and how far you're going with them. of course, you'd never tell him if you were fucking someone or not, so he's left to assume. satoru's gotta fill in the gaps. he knows you're having sex though. there's really no way he couldn't, what with the way you stay out at night.

and suguru... suguru is satoru's best friend from college. a bit of a brute, with a silver tongue and a borderline twisted sense of humor, the two of them are like peas in a pod.

of course, suguru knows you. satoru's pretty little sister who is either an idiot or willfully ignorant to her brother's overt sexual obsession with her. it's a little funny to suguru actually, just how fucked up satoru is over you. of course, he probably would be too if he lived in the place you showered in. that would send any guy in his right might a little fucking bonkers and satoru has never been all too deep on the sane end of things.

course, things change a little when suguru starts letting satoru talk about you. he listens while satoru goes on about the guy you're seeing, the person you fucked this weekend, how pretty you looked this morning when you woke up. you know, the weird and obsessive shit satoru is pretty much known for when it comes to you.

things just sort of... happen from there out. they watch you when you're in the room, touch you softly while you're sitting on the couch with them, till eventually, they've got you spread open across their laps with satoru's fingers in your pussy and suguru coaxing you both through it.

suguru watches over your shoulder from where satoru is crouched between your legs, slowly sliding his fingers in and out of you. it's the gentlest of touches, just to make you feel good. satoru wants to make you feel good so badly.

he just wants to see you fall apart, to melt at his fingertips. so he curls his fingers slowly while his best friend watches with a chin resting on your shoulder. suguru's got you from under your thighs, holding them up and spread so that satoru can get a proper angle on your tight sister cunt.

and you, pretty you, are caught in the middle. satoru mumbles into your thigh that it's okay, that you're allowed to feel good with them, that he's going to take care of his little sister (and he doesn't bother to add the 'step' before it). suguru, who you've always been intimidated by, speaks directly into your ear, asking if you plan on cumming for satoru any time soon, to which satoru remarks that you can take as long as you want.

big brother's gonna make you feel good, okay? he says.

it's so fucking disgusting that you think you might cum on the spot.

[harryforvogue]

Part One | Chapter Three: Harry

London, England

December 1915

Christmas at the Styles' is quite different from how it is back home in Champagne. Having been brought up there in near isolation, being surrounded by so many unfamiliar faces can be quite frightening, and while I've decided to stay close to my friend for most of the morning, she's a socialite who insists on introducing me to everyone she sees and then disappearing for hours. She has a very big family and more people have gathered in this tight house than I've ever seen in my own home.

My friend, Thea, is the eldest daughter of the family I'm staying with for Christmas break. She's the only name I have remembered so far, but I'm sure when we're all a bit sober, I'll be able to recall and put names to faces.

People are still arriving, even though it's 9 in the evening. As I look around, holding a glass of wine to my lips, I notice that there are no signs of this party stopping anytime soon. While I'm growing tired by the second, it seems like this family is going to stay awake to see 1916 happen, and when they all kiss each other at midnight, they'll fall asleep as well. There are still 6 days until the New Year, but this family is certainly laughing and drinking as if it's their last month.

I drink as much as the average person does, having given into the invitations with some of Thea's older cousins. I find myself a bit tipsy, accidentally bumping into the corners of tables and chairs and laughing strangers as I find a place to sit. Most parties back at home aren't this lively, which comes as a shock to the English people I've stayed with because we seem to give off the impression as being well balanced in our daily and nightlife. That may be a part of French culture that I'm not all that familiar with because it's not how I was raised.

I was raised by my parents to be proper and courteous and docile even when I wanted to throw a tantrum and get my way. The first lesson I received was that things won't always go my way and it's my right to be the bigger person and accept it. Parties meant drinking and loud brash comments one could not take back.

But I am not that person who is proper and courteous, no matter how much it was drilled into me. I get angry easily, despite my better judgement, and I'm not often a good conversationalist.

I feel out of place right now. Thea is nowhere to be seen, so I sit down in the family room and watch the relatives hang by the fire, drinking and having a wonderful time. The small prick of tiredness has begun to grow and soon I find myself nearly fallen over, asleep.

When I'm very tired, I become a bit delirious. I'll hear ringing in my ears and stiffen as I fall asleep, and perhaps that's why I don't notice the person beside me. The room spins until I find the magnetic center, falling towards it. My temple hurts from the hard object poking at my temple, but it's support, regardless of how uncomfortable. The hum of busy people becomes a white noise, my brain shutting off, everything coming to a rest.

Suddenly, there's a voice, just a small murmur in my ear. The cracking of the fire nearly draws me back to the warm sleep I so desperately try to accept, but then the hard person nudges me. Forcing myself into an upright position, I open my mouth to apologize to whoever I've fallen on.

"It's fine," the drowsy voice says. "I was just making sure you're alright. Don't know what to do when people pass out, that's all."

My vision focuses on a man about my age with thick brown curls falling into his eyes, an amused expression on his face. His eyes, however, are just as tired as mine, a light green shade that reflects that orange flames from the fire.

"Sorry," I mutter, dragging my hand under my mouth because I've been one to accidentally drool in my sleep. "I just nodded off."

The man hums, raising his glass to the stairs. "Have you been given a room yet?"

"Yes. It's just that I don't want to be rude and head upstairs early." I put distance between us, scooting away. "Sorry, I just landed on you."

He ignores my embarrassed apology for a second time. "I can tell them to keep it down if you want to head to bed. It's not a big deal," the stranger offers with a new concerned expression. "You're Thea's guest, right? I'm sure they'll want you to sleep well after your travels."

I shake my head, looking back at the fire to wake myself up from the bright light. "Oh, no. That's alright. I'll just be up until they sleep."

The man leans in a bit. "Are you sure? It's not a big deal."

"It's alright." I pause, glancing over my shoulder. Sleep fogs my memory and my reactions are late. "Sorry, how do you know I'm Thea's guest? Everyone here is a guest."

With a quirk of his brow, the man says, "Right, well, it's just that I know everyone here except you, and you're the only one here speaking like... that."

I look back to the bright flames. "I see. I'm working on it but it's nice to know my efforts are failing."

"Trying to lose the accent?" the stranger asks, concerned once more. "Why? It's quite nice to hear something different."

The drowsiness is causing me to complain to a stranger. I barely register my shoulders shrugging and my mouth opening to speak again. The lightheadedness settles in, eyes defocusing despite the brightness of the flames. "People say they can't understand me. Leads to them not taking me seriously."

From the corner of my eye, I see the stranger sit back against his seat and shrug his own shoulders. "I understand you just fine. And I'm taking this conversation quite seriously even though you're nodding off as I continue."

I sigh, pressing a palm to my eye. "Sorry. Your voice is just... it's putting me to sleep."

Knowing I've said the wrong thing, the stranger and I sit in silence. A moment passes and he says, "What's your name?"

"Annaliese. It's nice to meet you."

The man laughs quietly, causing me to divert my attention back to him. As my eyelids grow heavy, my vision swims a bit, and I'm suddenly unsure if I'm dreaming or just that lightheaded. "Why are you laughing?"

"Well," he says casually, throwing an arm over the backside of the couch, showing off a pair of dimples. "You're saying it's nice to meet me but I haven't even told you my name."

I tilt my head back as it suddenly feels too heavy for me to hold upright. His voice sounds far away. "What's your name?" I hear myself asking. I have asked this question to at least fifty people today and I will not remember his, but I have to be friendly to all of Thea's guests.

The smile is evident in his voice. "How about I tell you tomorrow, so you'll actually remember it?"

"Sounds like an excellent idea."

The silence returns and I blink my eyes to keep myself awake, but the final nail on the head is when the man beside me stands up and holds his hand out. I don't know him, but he looks warm and inviting, so I put my hand in his. He hoists me up. My body leans on him for support unintentionally, however, he doesn't seem to mind except when he has to walk me up the stairs. There, he struggles a bit, and if I were in my right mind, I'd help him.

Lightheaded and dizzy, I'm willing to go anywhere, as long as I'm half carried like this. In a sober and less tired state, I'd be mortified, but I can't be bothered to lift a single foot until he murmurs in my ear that I must if I'm going to make it safely. Safely? Where are we going that the journey is expected to be dangerous? I want to ask, but it's in that exact moment that we stop. He pushes open a door for me and sits me down on the bed.

"Oh," I whisper. "It's my room."

The stranger laughs. "Glad I got it right. I'll tell them to keep it down. You get some rest." I need to change out of my clothes, but he lingers for a bit. "Are you alright?"

"So tired."

"Right. Well. Goodnight."

I think he smiles at me.

"You don't need to tell them to keep it down. The way I'm about to sleep, not even a gunshot will wake me up."

The stranger's footsteps are heavy as he walks away from me, closing the door until it's almost shut. The final thing I remember is his voice assuring me, "I'm sure nobody will be firing any guns tonight."

***

Apparently, I can't handle my alcohol well because everyone is chirpy in the morning while I cradle my head at the dining table, letting Thea laugh and poke me. I want nothing more but to head back to bed, but the family woke up early and began making a ruckus. I had fallen asleep in my clothes and they irritated me too much for me to sleep in.

I'm massaging my own head when a cup of coffee is put in front of me, and then the seat across from mine is taken by the man I vaguely remember from last night. He looks far more refreshed than me, light eyes awake and alert. He nods at the drink.

"It'll help."

I frown down at it, wrapping my hands around the mug. It smells lovely, but a bit too strong for my taste. Sipping cautiously at the bitter coffee, I peer at the man, tilting my head. He looks at me over his mug too, though from the movement of his throat, I can tell he's not taking small sips like me, but somewhat bigger gulps. Freshly showered and shaved, he looks handsome in his regular shirt and trousers, crossing one leg over the other comfortably.

"Harry," he says when he puts the mug back on the table. "We met last night when you were pissed."

"I wasn't pissed," I protest, putting my mug down as well, keeping my hands around it. The warmth causes goosebumps to rise on my arms. "I was just sleep deprived."

"Of course. My mistake. Did you sleep well?"

"I did."

He nods. "Good."

Thea returns to the table with a bowl of fruits, stabbing her fork into an apple slice. "You came home late last night," she tells Harry as she chews. "Mum said you'd be home by afternoon."

"I was visiting someone on the way."

Thea's eyes shine. "The girl you're seeing?"

Harry's eyebrows raise and he leans in with narrowed eyes. "How do you know about her?"

"Everyone knows. You think you can sneak off and go on dates and just expect us to stay in the dark?"

"I thought putting a few miles between myself and this house would give me the ability to breathe a bit better, but of course, I was wrong."

Thea bites into her apple. "When are you not wrong?"

I finally piece it together. This is Thea's brother, Harry, who goes to Kings College. He's graduating this spring. As if he knows I'm thinking about him, he looks over at me and says, "I thought Annaliese was going to be here a bit later? You said the 27th."

He's talking as if I'm not here. Having dealt with this before, I sit up straighter and answer for Thea. After all, he's speaking about me, not her. "Found no reason to do Christmas alone."

He nods as he takes a sip. "It's just that you've taken my room."

It makes sense. I couldn't figure out for the life of me why the guest room had a closet filled with men's clothing and professional attire. "I won't touch anything," I tell him honestly.

The amused expression that frequently finds its way onto his face returns, this time his eyes shining as well. Thea's audible chewing serves as a background noise as I lean in to listen to him when he speaks. The kitchen is filling up and the Styles family can be quite loud.

He doesn't answer my promise, instead saying, "Is there a nickname I can use for you? Annaliese is quite mouthful."

At that moment, I forget all my manners and the etiquettes I've been taught by my parents and the years of private schooling. This is a question I've heard too many times, and it irritates me to no end when I have to answer politely, providing them with any nickname, such as Ann or Annie. Perhaps it's my hangover mind that rejects all notions of politeness, but I suddenly can't take this question anymore. With my arms crossed over my stomach, I tell him, "No. It's either Annaliese, or it's nothing."

A smile spreads across his face. "But I cannot pronounce it right."

Thea is called by her mother to help in the kitchen. She leaves before I can answer her brother.

I say, "I'd like you to try pronouncing it correctly. That would make me happy."

"But I can't."

"Figure out how to pronounce it correctly."

"Is it German or French?"

"Both."

"Hmm," he says thoughtfully. "Alright. I'll just have to say your name frequently in order to get it right."

"It's really not that difficult."

Harry tilts his head and then stands up, neatly pushing his chair back in. "I'd still like to practice." My eyes don't follow him as he walks away. I can't help but be intrigued by the conversation, eager to hear from him again.

At least my mom was right about one thing. Drunk men are vastly different from their sober selves.

***

I continue to see glimpses of Harry as the nights go by because gatherings are held nearly every night. They go well into the morning and most people don't get to their beds until 3 in the morning. I am not one of these people. The Christmas carols have stopped and now the relatives of the family I'm staying with have turned to bellowing songs about the New Year. I don't know any of them.

I learn that Harry can be social when he wants to and that he loves telling stories about people he's met. He's very hard to avoid. It's also very hard to get him to stay quiet for long. The man loves to talk about anything and everything. He has an opinion for everything so getting sucked into an argument is very possible.

Harry and I have been talking more. I learn about how his dream job is to teach history while working with historians when he has spare time. He particular loves learning about ancient cities and ruins. Harry has a lot of opinions, but he also has a lot of facts. He's an intelligent man.

Aside from that, Harry's also very attractive. I don't become used to his looks for a while, my cheeks burning when I catch his eye from across the room or when he sends me that ridiculously attractive smile after he's decided he's won during a heated conversation between us.

I can't help the slight jump of my heart when I see him throughout the day and I've become excited to witness the next party even though I usually wouldn't have. He's charming, to say the least. How cliche is it for me to have a crush on my best friend's brother?

Harry's the life of the party every night. But he's also dead tired like Thea and I every single night.

It's New Year's Eve. Thea is nearly asleep next to me. Harry too, on the other side.

Finally, Thea decides to get up and head to her room, mumbling something about sleeping like the dead. Harry and I are left on the same couch once more, eyelids heavy.

"You can fall asleep on me again if you want," Harry murmurs, a deep sound vibrating from his throat that makes me want to take up on his offer. "Annaliese."

I glance at him. "Yes?"

"Nothing. Was just testing your name to make sure I got it right. Did I?"

"You did," I tell him, desperately trying to force my voice to stop being so high pitched. "I'm beginning to think you were just faking not saying it correctly. You're funny."

"I have been known for being quite a funny guy."

"Only when you're drunk maybe."

"What am I like when I'm not drunk?"

"I don't know. Maybe we should talk when you're not drunk."

He laughs and leans in. "I'm rarely ever drunk, Annaliese. What you see is the real me."

We continue our banter until I physically can't keep up and he offers to take me back to my room, half dragging as usual. I need to time my departure better. I can't be on the verge of collapse all the time.

He brings me to my door and lets me rest against the doorframe. The gentle music grows fainter, and colder air makes us shiver.

I look at him for a long time after my vision focuses on him, taking him in. He looks less tired than me now, while I'm about to drop. I reach behind me to open the door but Harry suddenly steps forward and stops my hand from twisting the handle. The close proximity forces me to get a whiff of his scent, alcohol mixed with some spice.

There's suddenly a loud cheer from downstairs and a shout of "Happy New Year!"

Harry doesn't say anything, but I notice that he's beginning to lean in. Suddenly excited, I lean in also, closing my eyes. His mouth is warm and hesitant, but when I wrap my arms around him, he holds my waist and kisses me firmly, pressing my back against the door. He tastes like the candy canes I've seen him eat all day today, peppermint on his lips and tongue. Having that taste in my mouth causes me to want to press myself closer to him while he's completely unaware of his effect on me.

"Annaliese," he whispers against my mouth, barely audible. "Annaliese."

I tilt my head back and open my eyes, dragging my hands down his shoulders. I hold his sleeves tightly. "Harry."

"Am I saying it right?" he grins, leaning in to kiss my neck softly. I give him more access, my breathing shaky.

"Yes."

"I like saying it."

"I like saying yours. Harry."

"Sounds good when you say it in your accent. From your throat." His thumb brushes against my throat as he says the word. "But you know what? I think like kissing you even more."

With that, he presses kisses to the other side of my neck. Embarrassingly enough, I'm nervous and I can't help but swallow anxiously. His kisses tickle so good. Harry smiles as he pulls away. "What?"

"Sorry! Sorry, no it's nothing."

"Sorry?" he repeats, brushing his lips up my jaw. "I don't like when people apologize to me. Don't do that."

He slowly pulls away and rests his forehead on mine, smiling sleepily. He steps back and reaches for my hand still on his neck. He kisses my palm and then sighs, "I've got to leave you now or you'll die from how tired you are. Goodnight, Annaliese. Happy New Year."

And that is the first time I think about how lovely it was to have Harry's mouth on mine. I hope he kisses me again soon.

[erinawritesheadcanons2]

Hey author! Could you give me a headcanons of Classic, Blue, and Dance with cat lover S/O

~♡Undertale Sans, Underswap sans and Dancetale Sans with CAT LOVER S/O♡~

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A/N: Thank you Anon for requesting this HCS! I'm sorry for the long update, it has been such a hectic day because of college and research. I hope you understand! Also, I am surprised there is a fellow cat lover among my readers, they are a lovely troublemakers

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Gender: Neutral

Warning: Animal Abuse on last scene.

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Undertale Sans

As you can see, Sans can be very lazy as he likes to nap every second and earn a scold from his older brother Papyrus just like a cat since this furball likes to sleep a lot.

When you are going to his house with a cat in your arms, he was rather shocked because he did not expect you to bring an adorable furball into his humble place.

He did not mind at all. In fact, Undertale Sans is going to get along with your cat so much that you would even get jealous sometimes with their interaction.

Sans is going to cuddle with your cat a lot as he let the kitten sleep on top of his stomach while he is snoring or letting your cat sleep next to him.

Undertale Sans also going to spoil your cat a lot when you are not looking because he is a sucker for cute animals. As your eyes are away, he is secretly giving your cat some leftover sausages or meats and then acting innocent once again when you look at him.

Eventually, your cat became even more clingy to your boyfriend instead of you and make you wonder why your cat loves him more than you even though you're the one who found the kitten first.

Sans would also help you take care of your cat except for bathing because he knows bathing cats can be problematic so he's letting you who would bath your cat.

Overall, you and Sans already like the parents of the kitten that you just brought to your and Sans's house and the two of you would spoil the kitten rotten.

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It was late in the afternoon as snows falling down from the sky that are starting to appear dark with severals stars that were shining like diamonds on the sky. It was really cold and many monsters or human walking around in the small town, ignoring the cold temprature and ready ro go inside their home sweet home to warm themselves from the cold.

On the corner of the street, a person with a thick brown trench coat with white turtleneck sweater underneath it, a pair of black gloves and a thick pair of trousers walking dorn from the sfreets and clasping their/her/his hands together to keep their/her/his hands warm.

Upon the alleyway, (Y/N) can hear a loud shifting sounds from ibsidr of the darkness. Depite the brain telling her/him/them 'No, it could be something dangerous.' Curiosity gets the best of (Y/N) and ignoring the obbious warning by going inside and following the loud sound.

Near the green garbage container, the shifting sounds got louder and louder. (E/C) eyes widened, seeing a small box next to it with two little creatures, pointy ears, and large eyes looking at (Y/N) (L/N) with such sad eyes. On the box, it was clearly written with black sharpie 'Please Adopt this kittens' big and clear.

(Y/N) (L/N) was contemplating for a moment seeing two little hungry creatures and thinking if they/she/he can adopt them but the last 'Meow' sound made you finally choose to take the cats inside to your house and give them a warm place to live before gently and carefully picking up the box.

"Let's go home, buddy. I will take care of you," you whisper.

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There was no exciting shows and all channels mostly show news or weird cartoons as the skeleton with a blue hoodie, a white t-shirt underneath, black shorts with white stripes, and a pair of fluffy pink slippers snoring out loud on the couch and not bothered to watch any shows.

The door slammed open and one of his eyes opened with a smile on his face, 'Heya kiddo. Was work really busy-" he was going to ask why you were so late until his eyes landed on the box and both of his eyes immediately open wide. Curious why did you bring a big box into the small house.

"Heya uh (Y/N), what is inside that box?" Sans asks.

"..It's a kitten, they were abandoned in the alleyway so i take them," you gently put the box down.

"I see, I don't mind cats but uhh... Are we going to be able to take care of them?" Sans wanted to help but he was a little bit unsure if he has the ability to take care of the little creature.

"I'm sure we can take care of this kitten. Besides, I cannot just go leave these adorable kittens out there while it's cold and snowing," you told him.

"...Okay, I get it. I'll take some towels in case you need help bathing them," Sans immediately disappear in one second, leaving you to go to the bathroom with the box and take some baby shampoo since the only pet-friendly shampoo are baby shampoo. Even though this is just the start of your journey with Sans with cats, you could tell there will be tons of unexpected stories from the furball.

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Underswap Sans

Another cute animal lover but he is more obvious than Undertale Sans. In my opinion, he prefers cats to dogs since I often see dogs would often steal Undertale Papyrus's special attack and he probably his special attack also often got stolen too.

Underswap Sans definitely also likes to spoil the cat you brought home (as you save the kittens after getting abandoned by their owner).

It is obvious that he spoils the cat rotten because he would cuddle the kitten almost every day, kisses the kitten, and tries to make delicious food for the kitten.

He's just soo affectionate that even the cat got a little bit annoyed with all of his kisses and cuddles whenever the cat wants alone time or me time and Blue was there being too cuddly.

Although you did not let him cook and it's you who is the one who made the food because you know his food is not edible and could endanger the kitten.

Blueberry Sans also definitely going to spoil the kitten by buying tons of cat toys so the kitten can play around with you and him and sometimes you even scold blue for spending too much money on cat toys.

He also spoils the kittens with you with the new cat's bed, scratcher, cat foods either wet foods or dry foods that have high quality, and a litter box.

He loves cats more than dogs but I'm sorry Blue...sometimes cats don't like you because you would invade their personal space and bother them when they want to sleep.

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Inside the glass barriers, a pair of (E/C) eye colors sees one of the short-haired cats with mesmerizing yellow eyes as the furball keeps pawing the glass and trying to get out to greet the person in front of them which is you. You could not help but gushes at the cute sight in front of you.

An old friendly lady struts up to you with a smile on her face, "Do you want to adopt him? His name is Smokey, and he's friendly with everyone including strangers although he can be a little bit of trouble maker by knocking over things," the old woman shows the paper of the grey cat's bio. It was tempting to get the British shorthair cat but hearing that the cat likes to knock over things, made you think twice before moving away.

You might be wondering where are you and why are you looking out for a cat. The answer is really simple, soon is going to be Blueberry Sans's birthday and you want to give something special to Underswap Sans. Undyne has given him a mew mew cutie card edition and Alphys has already given Sans a white shirt with the word 'I am the coolest'.

Those were good gifts and you want to give something even better than them until an idea pops up, a surprise gift where lots of people would totally melt because of the cuteness and you're sure Sans would love the cat totally. Moving to the other cage, it was the most cutest cat you had ever seen. It has long ivory white fur mixed with a long brown coat and it has bright blue eyes.

"Excuse me, who is this fella?" you ask the old lady.

"Oh, you mean Bella? She is a ragdoll mix with Birman and the nicest one in here. She's also recently rescued after their owner abandoned her. Poor kitten," The old woman sighed and shakes her head

"I would like to adopt the kitten, please. She will be a perfect kitten for my boyfriend," You said.

"I see, is your boyfriend a cat lover?" She asks once again.

"He's...not really a cat lover but he really does like animals except dogs since...dogs like to steal something of his," you did not tell the lady that the dog likes to steal his bones since human is still not friendly around monsters.

"Understandable, okay. Just sign this paper up and you're good to take Bella."

There were lots of rules written on the paper when you look at the sheet but with your quick reading skills, your hands grab the pen and signing up the agreement to adopt the little kitten and watched the old woman carefully put the cat inside of the box as well as the bed for the cat and some treats in case if the cat got hungry.

"Here you go, thank you so much for taking the little cat. I hope you have a nice day," she smiles before giving the box to your hand.

"Have a nice day too."

You could not wait to give the adorable furball to your boyfriend and see his reaction once he sees the cat. Papyrus told you that Blue always wants a pet for playing around and cuddling but they did not have the chance in the underground once the monster left the underground, it is the perfect chance to give him one.

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Dancetale Sans

I can see Dance as a cat lover too although he also likes dogs (but he likes cats more than dogs.) so seeing you coming home with cats, there are hearts in his eyes.

He would be gently holding the kitten that you held a few seconds ago in his arms as he gently pats the kitten's head, earning soft meows from the creature.

Just like Undertale Sans, he is going to spoil the little furball but not as bad as blue because he would let the cat sleep or have me time instead of bothering the cat.

Dancetale Sans also going to let the little furball sit on his lap whenever he is sleeping or watching Mettaton shows while his hand gently pats the cat's back.

You might get jealous too because the cat loves him more than you and he would get a little bit smug whenever he sees you getting jealous over your cat's affection.

But once the cat was sitting on your lap and not sitting on him, he would get jealous at you as he silently glare at you for stealing the cat's attention.

Since he can dance, he has more energy than Undertale Sans so he has more time to play with the cat with you too, especially making the cat chase the feather toy as he runs around.

Even though he has a personality almost the same as Undertale Sans. He is surprisingly more strict than Undertale Sans when it comes to punishment as he would punish the cat each time the cat destroy something in the house.

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Near (Y/N) house with Dancetale Sans, there was a small park surrounded by bushes and some playgrounds for children to play around. Usually, monsters and humans would go there to play or just chill around since the park is also close to a small restaurant that usually sells hamburgers, fries, hotdogs, and spicy burritos.

There's a time (Y/N) (L/N) would be too tired or lazy and instead of cooking in the kitchen to make their/her/his own lunch. Today it is decided that you are going to go to Grillby since you're too lazy and tired after a long time of working in the office without any rest. The pathway is quite crowded but everyone seems to not mind this kind of condition.

"It's getting colder. I better go home as fast as I can," you whisper to yourself as you glance up at the sky, feeling chilled to the bone.

"HA! LOOK AT THAT!"

"HAHAHA, WHAT A DUMB CAT!"

There were two unfamiliar sounds that were quite loud from the park but it was not only the sound of kids. There were also sounds of banging and crashing sounds as well as a soft mewling. Your gut was telling you to go to the park as quick as you can before your feet took some pace, trying to see what was going on.

After a long walk, a pair of (E/C) widened in fear, aghast, sadness, and anger with the view that was shown right in front of you. It was several kids with tattered clothes and rocks on their hands but what was the most heartbreaking part is the wounded cat that was buried and only showed half of the body of the cat.

Before you could storm to give a piece of your mind and punish those little brats. Out of nowhere, those children were lifted from the ground as blue light surrounded all of them. It was not a mistake that you knew who's the owner of that kind of power.

"Hey Kiddo, leave the cat alone. It's not cool you're throwing rocks at innocent animals," It was your boyfriend Sans.

"LET ME GO YOU UGLY-LOOKING MONSTER! WE WILL TELL YOUR MOTHER!" One of the kids says.

"Heh, as you wish," Sans shrugs before even lifting them higher and making them fly to the highest tree.

Those children immediately scream louder and order Sans to let them down but Sans did not listen to them at all. He only chuckled a little bit and muttered 'Serves you right, brats." Without realizing you saw the whole scene. Instead of scolding your skeleton boyfriend, you could not help but step closer to him and places your hand on top of his shoulder, making him jump in surprise until he realizes it's you.

"Oh hey, babe. Uhh, did you see everything?' He asks nervously.

"I did but don't worry. Those kids were brats for hurting a kitten. I would do the same to those kids if I were you.

"Heh, glad that we came early to stop the...cat-astrophe~" Dance Sans grins wider, making you roll your eyes.

"You're the worst," you said before coming up to the cat and carefully lifting the cat up from the soil.

"Aww I'm sorry babe. You know I'm just kitten around~ he continued to joke around you.

"Okay, now stop it because I'm serious. Do you think we should give this cat let it by itself or...should we take care of the cat?"

"..It is up to you, babe. But the cat is injured on the left leg and I think those brats manage to hurt the cat. I think it's better we take care of the cat first..."

"...Yeah, you're right. We can bring the cat home first and we will take care of him or her and we will take care of him if no one wants to adopt this little cutie....." You let Sans take the kitten out of your hand as he carefully held the little creature and let the furball sleep in his arms.

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hi jpeg!!! what do u think of 14 and konbart for the prompt meme? 🥺👉👈💕

I think it would be my absolute pleasure <3

14. “Hey, I’m with you, okay? Always."

They always came out of nowhere. The memories. Everything was fine, then, for no discernible reason, at any given time, everything was very much not fine.

It was nothing. An inconsequential moment identical to all the ones before it. Everything was fine, and then it wasn't. Everything was normal, then the cup of water in his hand was a mangled mess of wet plastic and his knees were giving out and the heaving breaths he took in seemed to go anywhere but his lungs.

Kon had looked in the mirror. That was his mistake.

He'd stumbled groggily out of bed to get a drink, not even bothering to check the time because he knew he'd just curl back up in his warm nest and fall back asleep the second his thirst was quenched. He was supposed to be fine. He was supposed to be past this.

Maybe it was because the lights in the bathroom were blinding compared to the safety of his dark bedroom. Maybe the tile felt a bit too much like stone under his bare feet. Or maybe it was just one of those times when his fucked up brain realized he was finally safe from the dangers of his past and that made it the perfect time to process all of his unacknowledged traumas at once. It wasn't the first time. Whenever the memories hit he was always alone, and never ready for it.

Mirrors always shook him.

Once upon a time, he'd preened like a peacock in front of every single one, checking his hair, adjusting his clothes, practicing that Cool Guy Grin. Part of him always expected to look in the mirror and see his sixteen year old self, the version he'd been stuck at for so long that looking at himself older and world-weary felt like seeing a stranger. And when that sensation overtook him, everything else rushed in with it.

His phone disconnected, which was weird because he didn't remember trying to contact anyone. Kon looked down to see a call recently ended and thought, When did I grab my phone? because he definitely hadn't brought in in the bathroom with him.

That happened sometimes. Seconds, minutes, entire chunks of time disappeared. The world around him jumpcut and left him reeling.

"Kon."

He blinked and Bart was in the bathroom, kneeling next to him on his good knee. Oh. That was who he'd called. Of course.

Bart was always who he called. Bart was his gravity, his tether. Bart made air fit in his lungs again. He sucked it down, desperate for oxygen.

"I'm here, Kon," he said. "I'm here. Focus on me, okay?" His hand, freckled and sun-warmed even when he hadn't seen the sun for hours, grabbed Kon's and guided it to his throat, peachy looking against the bronze of his skin.

Just beneath his jaw, Kon's finger was tucked just below his jaw. The hummingbird pulse of a born speedster thrummed under his touch. It felt more real than the steady heartbeat of a normal human would have.

"You're here," he repeated dumbly.

"Yeah, I'm right here." The hand not sandwiching Kon's hand to his neck squeezed at his knee, then his shoulder, then the back of his own neck, bringing him back into his body one piece at a time.

He smelled a little bit like mud and a lot like being alive, like the natural sweet scent of human skin, but multiplied by 10. Kon breathed it in and felt a little bit more real.

Panic seized him suddenly, another wave of adrenaline vibrating through his bones. "Don't go," Kon croaked - which was stupid because Bart hadn't even tried to go anywhere - and fisted Bart's shirt front like a child.

"I'm not going anywhere," Bart reassured him, but his words went in one ear and right out the other.

Kon couldn't be alone again, he couldn't, he couldn't, he couldn't do it anymore, it was too much aloneness. He couldn't be abandoned again, he couldn't be forgotten again, he couldn't be homeless and familyless again. People kept going and the world kept turning and Kon was so, so terrified that he would blink out of existence one day and no one would notice all over again. The half-evolved pack animal instincts in his half-human brain keened and cried and howled, desperate to find companionship. Independence chafed and authority chafed and the only thing that felt normal was being with his best friend.

"Please don't go," he begged.

"Hey."

Bart's eyes found his, that naturally unnatural tint to them that was just short of glowing. That achingly familiar face was perhaps the only thing that could pull him out of his own head because Bart was just so entirely himself. Older and world-worn, but still completely himself. Bart didn't need to be remembered to exist, not the way Kon did.

"I'm with you, okay?" Bart said. "Always."

Kon tugged weakly on Bart's shirt and Bart shuffled obligingly closer until their foreheads tipped together.

"Stay," Kon whispered.

"Always," Bart said again.

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Okay, but like an AU where Jason never died, so Tim never becomes Robin and meets Bruce as a civilian. Tim, whos parents are alive, but doesn't get along with so he applys to be Bruce Wayne's personal secretary, maybe as an intern. Bruce who generally doesn't seriously date many date girls, much less ones younger then his oldest son age suddenly clicking with his extremely young gender fluid secretary who sometimes wears teasing little skirts with oversized sweaters and sometimes flattering bottom downs with form-fitting slacks and everything in-between.

Bruce who was always wears a mask, is always the perfect public example of whatever he's being (the perfect playboy socialite, the perfect father, the perfect CEO, the perfect vigilante, but never showing all the cards in his deck to Anyone) suddenly meeting this adorable little civilian kid, and just... falling heads over heels in love. Letting down his barriers in a way he doesn't, a way he never has before. Struggling with his desire to share everything with Tim with whom he connects with so completely. Tim with his soft figure and beautiful, brilliant brain who meets him where he is in a way he didn't think was possible. Beautiful, perfect Tim.

Can you imagine the reaction when Bruce finally gives in and decided 'fuck it, Tim's the one' and marrying him or at the very least bringing him home and letting him see every part of him? The press tearing him part in the news for getting together with this 20 year secretary intern, his family hurt and assuming he's being mind controlled or at the very least manipulated by Tim, the shock and disbelief of his co-worker, both caped and otherwise. His kids, who are older then Tim who feel betrayed.

And Bruce who's finally with someone who can be that everything to him. Who owns him wholly just as he owns Tim. Who accepts him for the overly controlling kinky bastard he is. Tim, who will play any role in Bruce's life, be it housewife, lover, partner, and/or best friend and anything in-between loving how utterly codependent they quickly become. Maybe even getting a pregnant right off the bat and loving it, because he and Bruce are soulmates, and Tim just wants to be Bruce's everything (not that he doesn't love being knocked up in its own right, but for Bruce he would have as many kids as his petite little body could pop out). Who adore how Bruce's big, large hands completely swallow his plush little tits, who's monster cock wrecks his little pink pussy every night, who brands his ownership of Tim onto this skin with bruises from being held too tight, who speaks his ownership into Tim's ears and heart with candied words of adoration and possession, whispering how good, who perfect Tim is for him. How he'll never let him escape, how no one and nothing could ever take him from Bruce. How he'll stay and love him the way he deserves, and Tim melts for it. Falls in love a little bit more even as the world looks on them in horror and derision and tries to save Tim from the very thing that is his salvation.

Because Tim? Tim is just as broken and in need of Bruce as Bruce is. They do complete each other, afterall. ♡♡♡

(Sorry I just dumped this in your inbox. I typed this on my phone with I know it's riddled with typos but like I also had to share this with someone and I figured you were the one. Also, that AU you've been posting about, where Tim is obsessed with being pregnant very much inspired this, as I'm sure you can tell. Anyways, I live your writing and I hope you have a great day! Cheers ~♡♡♡)

ANON THIS IS INCREDIBLE!!!!

it's so perfect, the scenario, their meeting, them just clicking so well.

with tim it's not instant. bruce doesn't magically meet him and think 'this is him, he's the one' it's something that seeps into him steadily the more he meets tim.

they're alike. very alike.

it's almost laughable to say because tim couldn't be more different from him. where bruce is big, tim is small. where bruce is rough, tim is smooth. where bruce is cruel, tim is sweet. but that's where the extent of their differences end. but there's something there... something in the static of the air or the angle of the light that strikes something in him. because when bruce looks at him he feels like he's looking into a mirror.

there's something cracked in tim, bruce can see it clear as day.

tim had a good upbringing, bruce knows that. he knows it from the file he gathered on him after the recruitment office sent him an email about his new secretary starting on Monday, here's his name, a copy of his I.D badge, make sure to forward any relevant work to his new email which is included below.

boarding school all throughout his childhood. world touring parents who got a divorce when tim was 14. a smooth seperation, not drawn out at all. they signed the papers and were now mr. jack marvin drake and miss. janet lynn wolfman. janet owned a penthouse in New York and was the owner of a historical artifacts gallery that hosted lavish events. tim visited her for every weekend and holiday in the custody agreement.

jack drake still resided in the city and had a rather nice mansion in the heart of gotham. he also owned several properties including the house next door to bruce's which was rented by a nice family who had a son that used a wheelchair. he'd insisted on tim continuing his education at a private school in gotham (which offered a discount to in-state residents). tim had graduated from his school a year early with honors and he'd been a member of the school's tennis team, the computer club, the AV club, and the gardening club.

a few weeks before he'd been hired, tim had moved out of the house he shared with his father and moved into a small studio by the bowery. phone records revealed that both his mother and father had been sending him calls that went unanswered and texts that alternated between threatening to revoke funds from his bank account and begging him to think about his future. bruce got his answer to that situation in the form of a letter from tim's guidence counselor expressing concern about tim's lack of motivation and interest in pursuing higher education.

jack drake had a master's in finance along with his wife who also had a PhD in anthropology. bruce could recall the few times alfred put his foot down and him telling bruce that he was absolutely not leaving the country without completing a college education was one of them.

he'd begged and threatened just like tim's parents had and part of bruce had thought of...just going anyway. but as a teenager, he'd never had the balls to do it.

tim, it seemed, did.

the extent to which bruce had felt for him at the time had been vague interest.

then he'd met him.

a soft blue cardigan with brown corduroy slacks that had a cotton button-up tucked in. shiny black shows and the sweetest blue eyes staring up at him. he looked...soft. he looked like a bunny and bruce felt like a coyote stumbling across him. so easy to tear up, to manipulate. he felt like he could lean over and bite tim, picking him up by the scruff.

bruce couldn't explain it but he felt like a creep with how much he wanted to just stare at tim.

tim is a good assitant. he learns quickly and is always on hand. all of bruce's assistants had been good, they could all do that too.

but tim outperforms them in one aspect.

he could anticipate bruce's needs.

he kept tissues in his pocket when bruce got a runny nose, extra pens of every color in hand in case bruce's ran out. candy in a jar when bruce got the occasional craving for something sweet. mints in a little metal tin in case bruce forgot to brush his teeth and had to speak at a meeting. a sewing kit for when bruce popped a button.

bruce's stress of the day at the office slowly...floated away.

he didn't worry about misreading a document because tim double-checked it for him. he never missed a deadline because tim made sure everything was allotted a specific time and completed three days in advance. when he was absent from work with an injury or a case that required continuous surveillance, tim provided a cover for him.

but that last one was where something tugged inside him. the days where he wasn't in the office, when he didn't see tim. they seemed so much...harder.

he'd stretch his hand out for something and there'd be no one there filling his need. he'd turn his head with a request on the edge of his tongue only to be met with empty space.

tim he'd...he'd become necessary for bruce's function. for his work.

civilian work at least.

as batman he was still carrying a heavy load made heavier by the fact that jason was still in college and could only offer so much of his time.

with jason being away, dick only occasionally visiting, damian preferring the titans and dick over him it got....bruce was....lonely.

leaguers all had things going on, bruce's children were all perfectly fine without his hovering and tim...

bruce started spending more time at work. he started striking up conversations, asking tim about his interests, listening to his opinions and bruce found himself smiling more, laughing.

tim had such quick wit and a dry sense of humor. he could see as well as bruce could how full of shit so many of W.E's upper management was. when bruce made some vague joke making a reference to an old book that was out of print, tim understood it. he understood it and laughed.

tim went with him on business trips and, bruce knew he was being inappropriate- he was crossing a boundary of employer-employee behavior. but when it came to it...they shared a hotel room.

they'd had separate beds but bruce he'd just...he'd wanted to keep the conversation they were having on roman influences in modern media culture going. they'd been so happy chatting on the plane and at the airport and then in the car. when they'd arrived to the hotel and the concierge had asked if he was checking one or two in he'd....

tim had gone off to finding a vending machine for water because bruce had coughed in the car and tim picked up on his thirst.

so bruce had lied.

just a small one, not even the worse lie he'd ever told in his life.

he'd said one and told tim that the company had screwed up somehow and they were sharing. tim hadn't hesitated to believe him and that night it was- it was one of the best night's of bruce's life.

he and tim had stayed up late like two kids at a sleepover. they'd ordered exorbitant amounts of room service and watched the movie. tim had explained every joke and punchline bruce hadn't. bruce had tightened his grip on tim to reassure him during each jumpscare and they'd fallen asleep in a bad position that left them with sore necks in the morning. they'd barely made it to the meeting in time and rather than being stressed or pissed like he normally would, bruce chuckled and smiled at the sight of tim darting around the room, gathering both his bruce's notes and cursing every deity that existed (some of which bruce had met) for his alarm not going off.

they exchange numbers. personal numbers and bruce sends tim pictures and messages that have nothing to do with the job. telling him about a good restaurant that just opened up and would tim like to join him in trying it out.

bruce doesn't recall when the line was crossed. doesn't remember when he sent the first 'i miss you' text and tim replied with hearts and and 'i miss you too'.

there should've been an alarm that went off in bruce's head the same way it did when he got...too close to someone, too invested. there should've been another alarm going off about professionalism. about him making tim uncomfortable by putting moves on him. on the unfair power dynamics between them because what if tim was just 'reciprocating' because he didn't want to lose his job. on the danger inherently present there for himself. how tim could decide to stop it, how he could go to HR or the media and talk about how bruce wayne won't stop bothering him, coming onto him, making him uncomfortable.

but that thought hadn't even crossed bruce's mind. the idea that tim wasn't as interested as he was. the idea that they're doing something bad.

there's no way to spin their interactions as anything other than inappropriate. maybe that's why bruce hides it. why he uses a separate phone to talk to tim, why he doesn't tell alfred or any of his children about tim even though his chest begs to say things like 'today tim said, today tim did, today tim told me'.

he wants to talk about tim all the time with someone. wants to tell them about how wonderful he is, how amazing he is, how he just gets bruce. but something possessive in bruce always stops him.

because he doesn't want to share tim's existence with the world and because he doesn't want them to go digging and then frown at him with the judgement he knows would be there.

because tim is young.

very young. he's about three years younger than jason and eight years younger than dick. he's more than half of bruce's age.

bruce is so much older, has so much more life experience. he's tim's boss.

so bruce keeps quiet, keeps it a secret even though he's desperate for tim to stay by his side at all times. the hours in a 9 to 5 aren't enough. he want's to bring tim home with him. he wants to pack him in his briefcase like he does his paperwork and carry him home, he wants to lay tim down on his fluffed up pillows and stare at his sweet face as he falls asleep like he did that night in the hotel.

he wants to wake up and see tim's drowsy eyes as they blink open and squint at the light flooding the room.

he wants. he wants. he wants.

bruce moves into the penthouse. he tells the family it's because of a case he wants to more closely monitor.

bruce invites tim up one night, he makes him dinner using a recipe he'd closely studied and analyzed so there was no way he could fuck it up.

they share a bottle of wine and a piece of cake tim had bought from a bakery. bruce's eyes linger on the frosting coating tim's lips for too long, his hands clench around his fork when a pink tongue darts out to lick it up.

tim was pretty. very pretty.

he wore soft, nice clothes that fit his body so nicely. a-line skirts that fanned his creamy thighs and were likely much shorter than was approved by the dress code. tight slacks that showed off his every curve and tight little ass. bruce knew he didn't wear a bra to cup his soft little tits. he knew because he never saw a peek of its outline when tim wore white white shirts or tight tops that revealed the soft slope of his breasts.

but bruce got confirmation that night when he slid his hands under tim's shirt and felt the plushness of them. he rolled pink nippled between his fingers until they hardened and sucked on the buttery softness of them until tim was gasping.

bruce hadn't had a condom on hand. he hadn't planned it, he really hadn't. he'd just wanted to eat dinner with tim.

tim hadn't minded at all, begging bruce to fuck him harder, to fuck him faster. and tim was so small and bruce should've worried about hurting him, about preparing him well enough to take him but bruce hadn't he'd just fucked. his cock had ripped into tim until tim was arching and twitching around him, cumming from bruce's cruel fingers digging into his clit with a fury.

tim had gone boneless and then softly urged bruce to finish, to take what he needed. anything that he wanted, tim would give him.

it was a long night and by morning bruce had still wanted more.

when they were alone in his office, bruce would slip a hand under tim's skirt and pump a few fingers in him. at the copy machine, bruce would slide past and grope his tit. while tim poured him coffee bruce would have a hand on his ass. bruce waits until the office is empty and devoid of anyone including the cleaning crew before flipping tim's skirt up and taking what he needs.

tim is all too happy to give it to him, expression twisted in bliss and thanking bruce with every pump into him. 'thank you thank you thank you thankyouthankyou-'

bruce asks tim to move into the penthouse when the rest of the manor starts asking why he hasn't been back in awhile. even if tim's not with him, bruce will know exactly where he is and what he's doing.

bruce watches tim through the cameras. he watches as tim tidies up, as he irons bruce's suits for him. watches as he sweeps and dusts and starts up dinner than bruce will be joining him for. bruce tells alfred he has something to take care and to wrap his plate up, he'll take it for lunch the next day. bruce enters the penthouse like a husband home from a long day of work and kisses tim in greeting.

tim's place by his side is usual sight around W.E. at gala's 'bruce wayne's assistant' accompanies him. the media and dick joke about bruce working him to the bone. they still haven't met him. bruce keeps his tim in the penthouse and at home.

bruce's possessiveness hasn't waned and allowing the newspapers to get photos of them is just another way for bruce to stake his claim over tim. he's mine.

tim belongs to him. he stays in the penthouse like a good little wife and brue loves the sight of him when he opens the door but it...it's not enough.

there's something missing from the picture and bruce realizes it while he's rolling tim's soft hand between his palms.

"there should be a ring here," bruce tells tim softly as his cock is nestled inside his warm, wet, heat.

bruce makes the announcement three days later during a standard interview. the man with a notepad and microphone is wrapping up and he turns to bruce and the camera with a final question said jokingly.

"anything you'd like to add mr. wayne"

and bruce smiles, a genuine thing that has both the interviewer and the camerawoman faltering.

he replies with overflowing happiness in his voice.

"i'm getting married."

no one remembers what the interview was about, all anyone cares about is that one final line.

he's getting married. bruce wayne is getting married.

bruce's phone is ringing and buzzing with the amount of calls and texts he's receiving. his inbox if overflowing with emails from HR and Tamara Fox who is in charge of public relations.

press interview, in the morning. all the newspapers in gotham are banging at the door for it. bruce replies with some halfhearted agreement more focused on the sight of tim staring at the diamond ring on his finger with awe.

the press interview is...it could've gone better. if it was 20 years ago the vitriol and edges of disgust would've been aimed at tim. he would've been seen as a 'golddigger' a 'tramp'.

now he's a victim. and bruce is the big bad man that manipulated his 17 year old assistant into being his plaything.

one of the reporters ask if tim is pregnant and if that's why they're getting married and some part of burce shivers with pleasure at the idea.

tim fat and rounded with his child. his belly full with bruce's baby.

if tim got pregnant. he'd never be able to leave bruce.

the crowd goes silent at the smile that creeps across bruce's face and a tensed hush falls over them when bruce replied with a 'not yet'.

tim watches the interview and bawls into bruce's arms when he returns.

"did you mean it? did you really mean it?"

bruce spends the rest of the night showing that he did.

his family isn't happy with him. the justice league isn't happy with him. though the latter is gentler about it.

asking specific questions and making pointed jabs about bruce's age, remarking about how young tim is and isn't this all going a little fast?

"nonsense." bruce replies to that one. "we've known each other for three years now."

"and how long have you been together for those years?" clark asks, concerned furrow to his brow because the planet is running the story like there's no tomorrow. lois land has been encroaching on viki vale's territory and they're in the middle of some kind of dick-measuring contest.

bruce stares at clark and raises a brow at the less than subtle approach.

"we had sex after he turned 18 if that's what you're worried about"

and clark's face twists.

"bruce." he says later. "you have to know that there's something not right with this, don't you. he...tim is- i'm sure he's a wonderful kid but that's just it, he's a kid."

bruce knew his announcement wouldn't be well received. he knew he'd be burning some bridges but if a single person around him cared for him even an ounce as much as tim did- they'd understand.

bruce had been prepared to be disappointed. and he was.

dick is furious and jason is uncomfortable and damian is...quiet.

"his parents say they haven't spoke to him in three years bruce- do you have any idea how that sounds? that he cut contact with them after meeting you?"

dick is angry because he doesn't want to come to terms with the possibility that bruce was doing something bad under their noses.

"tim had already been estranged from them before he met me, you can check his phone records i have them here."

and dick's face twists when brue offers them to him.

bruce overhears jason talking to a tense alfred about it in the kitchen.

"he's younger than i am alfie, how could he think this is okay? i mean- shit you know i checked my yearbook because i recognized the name 'tim drake' since they're blasting it everywhere? we went to high school together alfie! he was timmy drake, the kid they kept beating up for wearing the girl's uniform!"

well that at least cleared the air on that because some articles had been less than kind in painting bruce as some kind of perverse boss that made his employees dress in skirts for his sexual pleasure.

bruce returns to the penthouse one day to see it trashed and immediately turns on the emergency alert while he searches the apartment with fear filling his throat. he finds tim roughed up in the bedroom with damian pointing a katana at his neck an demanding that he 'release' bruce from his spell.

dick is the one who talks him down while bruce fusses over tim who is begging bruce to not take it out on damian that he didn't hurt him at all and that's when bruce realizes his hands are clenched into shaking fists and there's an anger in him that has his jaw trembling.

jason is silent as he looks around. staring at the photos littering the bedside and around the penthouse, all the signs of its two inhabitants.

"you've had him living here with you. haven't you?" he asks, voice devoid of emotion. dick freezes and also begins to silently take in their surroundings.

bruce doesn't deny it, too focused on tim who has a small cut on his hand from the kitchen knife. he'd been in the middle of preparing dinner.

despite the backlash, despite the disapproval from the media, his family, and fellow heroes. bruce proceeds forward with tim.

tim will be his, in body, in soul, and in name.

selina pops up at one point, likely sent by the family to...reason with him? seduce him?

that hasn't worked in a long time and she knows it too. and given the reveal of tim, she finally knows why.

she stares at tim with cat-like eyes as he stirs bruce's coffee for him, adding just the right amount of cream for him.

tim is submissive, something she never was. when bruce tugged, she tugged back harder.

but bruce has grown tired of that game, of the effort.

he wants to take.

he just wants to take. and tim. sweet, beautiful, perfect tim.

he wants to give. he wants to give and give and give so that bruce can take and take and take.

they're perfect for each other. a reflection of each other. two sides of the same coin. soulmates.

selina is the first one to get it. but she frowns at it, something tugging at his expression and her brow. something that looks like concern and worry.

she doesn't say anything to bruce when she leaves.

she turns to tim and offers him a slip of paper in a handshake. she thinks bruce doesn't notice because she thinks she's too crafty for him.

but he does. he's always noticed.

tim hands him the note without a second thought when she leaves, not even glancing at it.

'if you ever need help call me xxx-xxx-xxxx'

bruce crumples it up and hands it back to tim who tosses it into the lit fire of bruce's office.

bruce's wedding day is beautiful.

invitations have been sent out and surprisingly everyone has turned out. but no one looks happy like guests at a wedding should be. tim's parents are there. equal parts sour-faced and concerned.

tim walks himself down the aisle.

no one gives him away.

because that would imply that they owned him and were gifting him to bruce.

no. bruce owned tim. no one was gifting him his own possession.

bruce holds tim tight the entire night, he never takes his arm off him at all once he signs his name on that marriage certificate.

janet and jack, in the same room for the first time since they divorce congratulate them with great relucatance, jack's eyes linger on where bruce's hands are on his son's waist and janet stares at tim with so much grief like she's watching her son march to his death which bruce, personally, thinks is overdramatic.

despite the moral objection, their wedding goes off without a hitch.

he supposed it's like people going to spectate a horrible accident. like watching a child play with a knife with morbid fascination.

the media says they won't even last a year.

but on the day of the prediction, rather than a separation or divorce, bruce welcomes his new baby to the world.

dick had gone green with sickness when bruce had announced that tim was pregnant. jason had glared down at his plate, fork tight in his grip, and damian's lips had pursed.

at some point they had accepted it. that this had been bruce's decision through and through. perhaps it was after wonderwoman tensely asked him questions with the lasso, a confused martian manhunter read his mind, and a quiet zatanna checked him over for magic.

no mind control. no compulsion. no signs of interfereing.

bruce had done this.

he'd dated, fucked, married, and impregnated someone young enough to be his child.

the media gets over it. eventually.

oh how fascinating, another rich douchbag marrying someone way younger than him. bruce and tim don't even have the worst age gap in gotham or hollywood or any upper circles.

it's just that...they'd thought bruce had been better than that.

the family and the league doesn't.

tim is rarely alone. he lives in the penthouse ever since bruce had him retire for the sake of their baby.

bruce watches them on the cameras as they check on tim, ask him if he's alright. they ask him if bruce ever...does anything to him. if he ever makes tim feel uncomfortable or make him do something he doesn't want to do.

tim has their baby in his arms as they ask him, as he's rocking or nursing him with careful hands, stroking his dark hair with all the tender love and care that he does with bruce, if he feels safe.

that if he wanted to leave, could he?

and tim stares at them with dreamy eyes and breathless sigh and asks them "why would i ever want to leave?"

and bruce's heart swells up with so much emotion he can barely contain himself.

tim never returns to work, even when their first child is old enough because bruce keeps him pregnant. he keeps him swelled with his children and plugged with bruce's seed.

he kisses his milk swollen tits and suckles sweet milk out of him with gentle sucks that have tim gasping as bruce pounds him full of more and more and more.

bruce gets a new email for his new secretary a few weeks later after tim turns in his letter of resignation.

a virtual assistant, freshly developed by lucius fox.

bruce shows it to tim half in amusement and exasperation because why would they think he'd do "what he did" to his new assistant. tim was special.

a one in a million case.

there was no one and would be no one like him.

bruce knows that people are digging around in bruce's past, trying to find a pattern of behavior but they wouldn't find any because bruce had never been at all inappropriate with other secretaties.

he knew they'd find something though.

they'd find the hotel room stays that started when tim was still 17 but bruce had been telling the truth when he told clark they hadn't slept together until tim had been 18.

that would lead to nothing. so would questioning tim's parents and friends.

they could dig and dig all the way until they reached china but they'd find nothing.

bruce loved tim. he'd never ever even dream of hurting him. and tim loved him in turn.

with all his soft hands and loving eyes and sweet kisses.

bruce watched in his monitor.

he watched as tim gently played with their squealing baby in the penthouse. watched as the sweet bump in his abdomen was lovingly pat.

bruce watched tim's eyes drift up and meet his in the camera and he watched him smile and blow a kiss at him with adoration in his eyes.

bruce was a damaged man. broken with cracks so deep they couldn't be fixed. he needed to own, possess, and control with a compulsion he couldn't resist and tim- his cracks were right in the same place to reflect bruce's.

but instead of feeling that itching want that bruce did- he felt an emptiness, a need, a desire to be owned.

they were perfect for each other.

no.

they were meant for each other

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i love LOVED this just the drama!!! the tension!! the yearning desire and fulfillment they can give each other!!!!!

[feyda-enjoyer]

My brother's friend (chapter 2/?)

a/n: here's the part 2 babes. It's kinda slowburn so...🤷‍♀️ just enjoy the comic relief... so have you found out which of the boys is y/n's love interest??

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December 1995 After a month of getting to know the three, you've grown fond of each other. You are sitting by the door of Shinichiro's shed, eating a stick of dango from the bundle that you've brought for Shinichiro and Takeomi's siblings, your brother and the three top executives of Black Dragon are talking inside.

Someone joined you to sit by the snowy doorstep, the beads from his earring made a sound as he sat by you. "Shouldn't you go inside? Damn, it's cold outta here." he said rubbing his arms for warmth. "It's fine, I'm wearing a lot of layers, Waka-niichan." Your head is peaking from behind your brother's scarf that you wrapped around yourself. "Heh. By the way, don't call me 'niichan'." He leaned back. "Why not? The other two are okay being called that? Not to mention, you seem okay with the other kids calling you that." His defiance of being referred to as an older brother intrigued you. "Because..." He paused before dramatically sighing. "What?" You started chewing on the last dango skewered on the stick. "Who knows, you might fall in love me anytime now. So it's best to not refer to me as a brother. You can call me SENPAI" He dramatically looked away before smiling at you and huskily declaring the last word. Swallowing the last ball of the chewy goodness made you want to get some more. "Did the cold shrink your brain?" You were relieved, thinking that he is joking. "Maybe. So, what do you say?" He leaned in towards you , waiting for your response. This movement caused you to point the sharp stick towards him. "Pervert. Lonely hormonal teenagers sure are weird. Don't talk to me like that ever again." The defensive act made him lean back a bit. "Yes, yes. I'm just kidding." He paused before he started talking again "But seriously, don't call me nii-chan. I'm just weirded out when you do that." You just blinked in confusion before replying "Sure, old man." "Now that's a bit-" He tried to rebut. "Do you two want to freeze?! Get inside!" Your brother called out from inside. "But, isn't it weird to like someone 5 years younger than you?" You looked at Wakasa. "Huh?" He looked back at you, blinking in confusion."Nevermind." You stood up and shoved off the snowy particles that has fallen on your clothes. "Brother! I'll go play with the kids!" You took off to the Sano's main house a few moments after that, leaving Waka. Benkei went to the doorstep to look at you running towards the main house before looking down at Wakasa. "What are you two talking about?" The latter just smiled while looking at your direction. "Nothing that important. I think." He stood up before going inside the shed. Running towards the building, you're flustered by his attempt to flirt with you but you know better, he is the type of guy who'd girls would dump your brother for. Without a doubt he is definitely a player so slapped your face for falling for that, not realizing that you did that infront of the little five yearolds. "Are you alright?" A concern came from the white-haired little boy, it is Takeomi's little brother, Sanzu. "You're like a maiden inlove, sis." A taunt came from Emma who is playing with Senju's hair. "Who is she inlove with?" Senju asked while chewing a dango on her hand. "N-no you got it wrong!" You squeaked. "I'm just a little dizzy." You reasoned with them which received a harmonious "Ehhhhhh" from the three of them. "These dango are so good. Have some before we finish it." Mikey, one of Shinichiro's little brother held out a stick of dango for you. "That's no fair Mikey! You already had 6 of em!" Keisuke called out to him which caused Mikey to poke his dango filled cheek. "Quit playing with me!" The black-haired kid shouted at the blonde at which he only laughed it off. "They sure know how to act so immature." The blue-eyed boy sighed. "I doubt that they'll ever mature. They're the type of idiots who always stick together." Emma looked at the boys with slight indifference. "That's not a very nice thing to say. Thank you, Manjiro." You took the dango that Mikey held out for you. "Now, now, don't fall for me nee-san" The little boy devilishly smiled. "Where did you exactly learn this from?" The similarity of his expression to Wakasa made your skin crawl.

[askbohemiancompany]

*Destino approaches Gwen, clearly wanting to rile her up.* You? In a relationship with someone? Ha. With your personality, I didn't think it was possible. Honestly I'm surprised anyone likes you at all. This is why I almost feel sorry for Pokémon who aren't like me. Hope I didn't strike a nerve there.

"Oh you aren't wrong. In fact, quite honestly, I am surprised how long it lasted."

What this brat was trying to do was not lost on Gwen. Over the years, the gothitelle made peace with the fact that she was a volatile hot head that was trying to mellow out.

Kids like this made that hard.

As she got older and evolved, there was a new 'weapon in her repertoire for when it came to swatting down horrible people trying to get a rise out of her: making them uncomfortable or terrified.

For this absol, whom this was her first interaction with, she really did not give a care as to what she said. They wanted to get a rise over her past relationship. Then this Geoffry was going to get the ride.

(TW: Domestic Abuse) @ask-the-royal-absol

"We met in juvie, so that is strike one. Once we were released, we started to date as it was mutually symbiotic relationship. Nigel could shrink things to shop lift them from stores, and if anyone confronted us, I would threaten them."

One incident sprung to mind that even scarred Nigel in hindsight. In it, Nigel was being confronted by a convenient store's owner and clientele for stealing Pringles and Smirnoff. During the confrontation, Gwen fired a charge beam at the ear of a patron, blowing his ear off. But she did not disclose that.

"But a mutual relationship, strictly around benefits, is doomed to fall apart. Eventually, we actually started to find out about why we were in juvie. We knew what we were generally in for, but the details got ugly. He found out I was in for monslaughter, and I found out he was in for illegal pokemon poaching. We have also inadvertently stepped on each other's lives careers, which is when our fights got the most ugly."

Steadying her breath, Gwen was about to account the story of the one time she was ever afraid of Nigel.

"One time, he chloroformed me, shrank me down to the size of a doll and locked me in a container with durants he also shrunk down in and riled up in preparation for this. Pink bastard let them swarm me, because I had killed someone who tried to traffic me."

Gwen. That mon whose brain you splattered. He was my contact for my big job I was telling you about. He was going to give us big money. Money we both could have used to get out of this fucking apartment! And because of that, I need to vent out my anger at you.

Durant maws had a very distinct pain, like stabbing yourself with serrated blades. This and her screaming Nigel's name as they swarmed and bit her.

You should not have killed him. If you had just ridden it out I would have had everything cleared up.

Gwen wrist trembled for a moment, she needed a cigarette to calm herself down. Reaching into her coat, she took one out of her pack, lit it, took a hit and blew it in the absol's face.

"You are right about my personality. But one thing you did not know is that I have some integrity. I was also abusive to. I also beat the shit out of Nigel in my own way. I remember when I found a post of him involved with the Pixie Boys, which for mons living underground, is a fairy supremacy group that has a rank up system for beating or killing anything weak to fairies or fairies were weak to. A lame boys club with a punch card. Naturally, when I found this out, I let him have it."

You are associating with those losers! The arceus damn Pixie Boys! You think it is a good look for us to associate with those pathetic cream puffs? Pathetic!

"I remember spending 11 minutes just electrocuting him. I even remember him twitching and pissing himself after all of that."

Get the paper towel and clean up your filling. Hang out with your baker's dozen of losers, this will happen again. Do not make us look bad.

This would not make them even, as type supremacists were boring and garbage in the same way every time. The type that was 'better' was always different, but the MO was the same. It was an example she wanted to put out to 'entertain' Prince Charles here.

"Well. You pointed it out. Hope you found it entertaining," the psychic took another puff, making sure to blow it in the absol's face. "To be honest. I don't care what you do with this information. Because with your personality, no one would believe you. You were coming at a woman who was abused and tried to get a rise out of them. I would think you have some set of standards, but hey. You are royalty. Likely with shriveled lungs, liquid in your brain and with thinning fur in your future."