#i got a yummy snack to eat while i worked AND i stopped clenching my jaw bc chewy salmon stim yas

[mars-ipan]

man my animation teacher is so cool. she’s such a chill person and i trust her a whole lot :)

[crashdevlin]

Succubus 1- Caught

Succubus Masterlist

Author’s Note:  Posted to Ao3 (this is an edited and improved version) and was once posted here when I was a much smaller blog…and I got some shit for the content. So heed the warnings!

Summary: When Y/n goes looking for something in Stark Tower, she finds more than she bargained for.

Pairing(s): Tony Stark x Reader, Clint Barton x Reader 

Word count: 4556

Story Warnings:  18+! HERE BE SEX!! DON’T READ IF YOU’RE A YOUNG’UN!!!, unprotected sex, cheating, sex-pollen-esque powers, mutant reader, noncon, forced cheating, oral (fem rec), mentions of noncon of an underage girl by men in power (teachers, policemen, doctors, priests)

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You walk past the line and straight up to the bouncer, who takes one look at your tiny tight-fitting dress and stripper-high platform heels and lets you in without a word. You don't even have to use your mutant ability on him. Oh, this night is going to be cake. You snake your way through the gyrating bodies on the dance floor, careful to not use your power on any of the people in the crowd. The passion and lust rolling off of them as they bump and grind against each other is delicious but you don't have time to stop for a snack. You're on a mission and you're here for a meal.

You walk up to the VIP room and smile at the tall, broad-chested man standing at the doorway. He stops you, putting a hand on your bare shoulder. Mistake. "Sorry, ma'am. Mr. Stark requested...privacy." He trails off a bit at the end as your power starts its work on him and his eyes dilate more than the dark of the club requires.

"Oh, I know he's a busy man, but...I'm such a huge fan. The man saved the whole city. He's my hero." You place your hand over his and lean over next to his ear as the bodyguard's breathing grows heavy. "I just really want to show my appreciation."

His fingers fumble with the velvet rope as he lets you into the VIP room, where Tony Stark sits, alone. "Hey, Hap, who's this?" he asks, setting his glass of whiskey on the glass table in front of him.

"I, uh, didn't catch her name." You smile at the man and he flushes deep red before leaving to man the door again.

You sit down next to the billionaire and stare up at him with admiration. "Mr. Stark. I'm a huge fan. My name's Aphrodite." You offer your hand and he takes it. His eyes dilate immediately and he takes a deep breath. His desire is immediate, strong and delicious. You are gonna eat well tonight.

The hand that shook yours moves to your bare knee. He's doing your work for you. "'Aphrodite, huh?"

His desire grows as the skin contact stretches out, the seconds ticking by. "Yeah, my parents were huge Greek mythology nerds," you lie. It's a code name: self-imposed but ever so fitting.

His hand slips up to your thigh. "Well, it suits you; 'cause you are the sexiest thing I've ever seen, and I work with a woman who uses sex as a weapon."

You take a steadying breath. Damn, his passion is potent. "Thank you, Mr. Stark."

"Call me 'Tony'. Seriously, though, this dress leaves nothing to the imagination and I can't stop imagining it in a puddle on my floor." His hand reaches the hem of the dress and his fingers push under the tight silver material, pushing it up to your hip as his hand finds what it is searching for.

You moan and swallow thickly as his fingers trace your lips through your lace thong panties. "I heard you were a forward man, Tony, but I never imagined..." You moan as he moves the lace barrier aside and sinks his middle finger into you, down to the knuckle. It's over. Nothing can stop it, now. He begins fucking you with his expert fingers, using the heel of his palm to rub against your clit. It's always nice when they know what they're doing and goddamn if Tony Stark isn't a damn pro. You reach over and rub his erection through his designer jeans, your fingers tracing his hardness through the thick denim. Oh, this is going to be a treat. No wonder the man's so damn cocky.

"You ever been fucked by a billionaire?" he whispers in your ear, before leaning down to lick at your neck.

"I get the feeling I'm about to," you whisper through your moans as he adds a second finger and picks up the speed.

"Yeah, we're gonna mark that off your bucket list," he grunts, going to undo his pants. You put your hand on his to stop him.

"Not here. I wanna see the top of the city. Take me to the Tower?" you beg, breathlessly.

He growled, low in his chest. "I've always wanted to fuck someone on the balcony. Pepper has never gone for it. You game, Goddess?" 

"Oh, hell yeah." You bite your lip as he pulls his hand away.

"Let's go. Hap, grab the car!" he shouts, pulling you up and giving you a minute to fix your dress before pulling you out of the VIP. The look on Happy Hogan's face, when Tony opens the car door and pushes you in before taking the wheel from the bodyguard and speeding away from him, is pure judgement. His desire has worn thin and now, he's judging Tony for acting on it. He must be friends with Ms. Potts.

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Tony has your dress and thong bunched at your feet before you've even stepped off the elevator. You step gracefully out of the shimmery and lacey materials and he guides you backward, his mouth attached to your neck. You should've been a dancer; the way you move backwards and in high heels. You grab Tony's jacket and push it down his arms. He drops it somewhere between the elevator and the wet bar. "Are we alone?" you ask, trying to look around but finding it difficult with Tony's persistent pushing and grabbing at you.

He grunts. "Avengers hiatus. Pepper's in Malibu. Just us."

You smile. "Perfect." You break away from him and grab at the waistband of his jeans, popping the button and pulling them and his red silk boxers down as he kicks his shoes off. He pulls his shirt over his head and steps out of his pants as you bend down in front of him. You grasp him at the base of his cock, your fingers nestling nicely in his well-groomed pubes, and guide him into your mouth. His hands grasp at your hair as you begin to bob your head up and down his length, your tongue swirling around the head and flicking at the frenulum. He pulls you up by your hair and shoves his tongue in your mouth, smashing his lips into yours.

"I have to have you. Now." He pushes you toward the balcony and you stumble a little on your heels before following him out onto the biggest balcony you've ever seen. He pushes you onto a chaise and is almost immediately between your legs, sucking your clit into his mouth and licking at it harshly. His beard rubs against your sensitive lips and adds something wonderful to the feeling.

"Fuck," you moan, one hand grabbing the armrest of the chaise and the other going into his hair.

"Yes." His desire is at its peak when he responds, pulling away and climbing up your body. There's no fanfare, no hesitation, as he spreads your legs further and enters you to the hilt with one thrust. You grab onto him as he starts to pound into you. He feels amazing, he tastes amazing, his desire almost more fulfilling than his dick. He pushes your knees up into your chest, never breaking his stride as he grabs each of your breasts and shifts his weight. You scream out as his new angle hits your g-spot with each swing of his hips. "Feel like a goddess, too. So...fuckin'...fuck," he grunts out.

He cums hard, breathing heavily. You can feel his dick twitch inside of you as he spills himself onto your inner walls. His hand goes to his head and he clenches his eyes in pain and then he passes out, slumping on top of you, soft dick still inside of you. You sigh and push him off of you. He crumples unceremoniously to the ground beside the chaise as you stretch your neck and shoulders. You look down at him. You were hoping he'd get you off before he went, but that was rare. It takes a special kind of man to hold himself back against your pheromones long enough to give you an orgasm and no Homo Sapien has managed it. Oh, well, his desire had been yummy.

You stand and walk inside, getting in the elevator and redressing yourself. You hum amelodically as you tap the button for the laboratory and the elevator doors close. You step off the elevator and dance around the lab until you come to a computer. You pull the earring off of your right ear and pull the cap off of a concealed USB drive. You plug it into the computer and no more than ten seconds pass before everything goes dark.

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You wake up in a sitting position, your head hanging. You can tell that you are restrained to a chair. You don't open your eyes, allowing yourself to gain as much information from your other senses before you let on that you're awake.

"I don't know, Barton. She said her name was 'Aphrodite', but if that's a codename, it's not in any of the databases that I have access to, which is all of them." Tony's voice is coming from your left. 'Barton', that's gotta be Clint Barton. Hawkeye.

"She doesn't look familiar...or particularly hot. Not hot enough to fuck around on Pepper, I mean."

"She hit me with some kind of whammy. I said this." Tony's voice is annoyed. Aww, poor billionaire philanthropist is feeling guilty.

"Well, what is she? Cat burglar, super spy?"

"I don't know. She fucked me up, then went up to the lab, but JARVIS saw her and sent a legionnaire to knock her out."

You can't help the giggle that escapes you as your eyes open. You're sitting in the middle of a small room, zip-tied to a chair, in front of Tony Stark (wearing his repulsor gloves but none of his other Iron Man accouterments) and Clint Barton, wearing civvies with a bow slung over his shoulder. Clint shakes his head in confusion. "You get caught red-handed stealing information from the Avengers and you giggle?"

You smile. "I'm sorry. Is that not the proper response to being caught? It's never happened to me before."

"What are you?" Tony asks as Clint asks, "Who are you?"

You just smile up at them. They'll know in a few minutes. Tony scoffs. "That's fine. I got a sample of your blood while you were out. I'll know both of those answers once the results run."

"I've never been caught before. You think my DNA is gonna be on file somewhere? Especially if my name's not written down anywhere."

"Master Stark, her temperature has risen by 7.4 degrees Fahrenheit in the last two minutes," a disembodied voice with a proper accent says.

"That must be the infamous JARVIS. Forgot about you." You look up at the ceiling.

"What are you doing with a temp of a hundred and six?" Tony asks, tapping at his tablet.

"You'll see. In three. Two. One. Boom," you say. Tony and Clint sway suddenly, their heads swimming from your pheromone attack. Tony goes down, passing out from the overload, but Clint stays standing. He looks at you with a beautiful mix of lust and anger, because he knows but he can't get past the way you've made him feel. "How are you still standing?" you ask, staring up at him.

"Top physical conditioning," he answers, groaning.

"Oh," you breathe the word, enamored. "That's never happened before."

He growls. He pulls his bow off of his back and tries to draw it, an arrow somehow nocked on the string when you never saw his hand go near the quiver. His fingers fumble for a minute, but he eventually pulls the bow taut. "If I kill you, does it stop?" he growls again and it's sexy despite the loaded weapon in your face.

"I don't know. I've never been killed before," you answer, simply. His desire is spiking, he smells amazing, a normal man would be panting with that level of desire, but...Clint Barton takes deep, measured, breaths. 

"If I fuck you, does it-"

"Yes," you answer, quickly. You aren't hungry, but...damn, he looks gourmet. 

He quickly shifts his aim, letting the arrow loose toward the metal ceiling tile above your head, where it ricochets, cutting the wire restraining you. You don't have time to rub your sore wrists before he's grabbed you and pulled you out of the chair. He kisses you, but it isn't teeth and tongue like Tony's kiss. He sucks your bottom lip into his mouth and nibbles on it, lightly. His hands grasp at your dress, slowly bringing it up. How is he going so slow? 

"Master Barton, I have dispatched an Iron legionnaire to assist you," the AI butts in. 

"Fuck!" 

"Sorry, Bird-Boy. That's my cue," you whisper, pulling back and punching him. He doesn't go down, so you quickly grab the chair and bash him with the metal back. He crumbles next to Tony and you pull your dress back down as exit the room and run for the elevator. 

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"So, you failed." 

"No, sir. I don't fail. I just haven't succeeded yet. I'll get it. I just didn't count on the AI being so autonomous. I'll get it," you repeat, standing in front of a desk.

"I sent you because you have never failed me before, but if you can't get me those files, I will change tactics, Y/n."

"Erik, please. Don't write me off. I can do this. I just need a few days to recharge and rework the plan."

"You have one week, Y/n. If you haven't succeeded by then, I will send in Mystique." Magneto waves you away from his desk and you exit his office. You flop down on a couch in the sitting room as you pull long gloves up your arms.

"So, you struck out," the blue-skinned beauty teases as she sits next to you.

"Shut up, Raven," you groan.

"Aww. Don't get all upset. How was the Iron Man?"

"He was fine...for a human. It was that damn JARVIS program that got me." You sigh deeply, leaning your head against the back of the couch. "Who knew an AI could recognize a thief and send a robot to knock me out?"

"Damn. You got into the Tower and everything?"

"I got into the lab. I was so close. Now, I have to figure out how to get in there again. Can't go the normal route."

"Why don't you just release your little pheromones into the Tower, let them all play with you until the headache kicks in, then hold Stark off until he turns off the damn computer system?"

"It may work, may not. I might not even be able to make it near any of them. I don't even know. Either way, I have to take a day or two. I almost completely blew my load getting out of that building."

"Poor baby."

"Yeah, fuck you, Gonzo." You stand, pushing past the blue woman to head to your room. It was hard to think about the fact that Erik dismissed you so callously. It was almost like he only wanted you around when you were fucking men for him.

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You climb up several sets of fire escapes to the roof of a building in Bedford-Stuyvesant, New York, New York. Clint Barton stands on the opposite side of the roof, a beer in his hand as he stares out across the city lights. "You know, usually when I hit a guy with my power, he can't stop thinking about me." Clint turns to you, dropping his beer on the ledge and putting his fists up in a fighting stance. You put your gloved hands up in a nonthreatening manner. "Oh, whoa. I'm suited up. I couldn't affect you from here if I wanted to."

He drags his eyes over you. The only skin he can see is what's visible around the mask over your mouth. Everything else is covered in a purple, pink and black suit. Your hair is pulled back in a tight bun. "Okay, well...keep your distance still."

"Understandable," you respond, smiling under your mask. "I just wanted to apologize. I was just following orders. You understand that whole following orders thing, right?"

"Stark said you're a Mutant. You aren't an X-man, are you? 'Cause that'd be awkward at the next Hero Convention."

You scoff. "No. Unfortunately for me, I wasn't one of the lucky ones who was saved from the street by Saint Charles. My savior was a man of a different faith."

"So, you're Brotherhood; one of Magneto's." He doesn't ask. He knows exactly who you're referencing.

"Erik saved my life. If he hadn't found me, I'd've died homeless in Miami. He took me in, nourished and nurtured me; taught me about myself. I owe him everything."

"How'd you end up homeless?" He's relaxed a bit, taking a drink of the beer as he leans up against the ledge.

You hop up to sit on the ledge on the other side of the roof. "Imagine you're a thirteen year old girl, a virgin, and you wake up one morning and suddenly, every man who touches you thinks you are the sexiest and most desirable woman they've ever seen. Including three teachers at your middle school..." You put up three fingers. "... the doctor who was supposed to be treating you and gathering evidence of that first gang rape and two cops who came to investigate the occurrences." You flash three more fingers, then clear your throat. "Imagine your parents are hardcore Catholics who decide you have a demon in you that's causing the attacks so they send you to the priest who performed your confirmation who employs the help of three other parish priests. When they wake up and realize what they've done, two of them commit suicide right in the church." You shake your head. "I ran after that. My parents never looked for me. In fact, I heard they...held a funeral for me, buried an empty box."

Clint's eyes are searching you, trying to not show you pity but also making certain you're telling the truth. "I lived on the streets for a year and a half," you continue. "I kept gloves and long sleeves and jackets on, even in the summer in fuckin' Miami, because I was terrified of being touched. But it's not just my skin. It's in my breath. It wafts off of my hair with the slightest breeze. I learned that in the shelters. I ended up having to stay apart even from the other homeless. I have no idea how Erik found me, but he did. He walked up to me in the back of a back alley in the absolute worst part of Opa Locka and told me to come with him. He told me I was Homo Superior and that he could help me control it, that I could live a real life again. It was a dream come true.

"I owe him everything, Hawkeye. I owe him and that's why I went to the Tower, because the man I adore asked me to. But I can't do it anymore. I've been...forced into...prostitution." You look down at your boots. "Erik sending me to use my ability against Tony, using me to get into that lab and gain access to that computer...I don't even know what I was looking for, but he raped me when he sent me there. I let him force me to do something I didn't want to do, but..."

"So, you're here to...what?"

"Turn myself in," you answer.

"Really?"

"I was raped by Erik, and I...forced...I raped Tony, so I deserve...whatever the Avengers think I deserve."

"Yeah, uh, don't...say that to his face." Clint sets the beer on the ledge again and walks closer to you. "If Stark hears you call it 'rape', he'll blow a gasket. He's calling it a 'forced lapse of judgement'. Look, I can take you in, I will take you in, but I'm gonna have to call in some, uh, female help. Not that I don't trust you but I don't trust you." He pulls out his phone and taps the screen. "Hey, Katie. Uh, Kate. I need an escort. Yeah, not for me, thanks. I need a chick to come take this Mutant to the Tower. 'Cause she's a Mutant and her shit won't affect you. I don't wanna get into it. Will you come Hawkeye it up for me, please? Thank you." He pulls the phone away from his ear and smiles tightly. "Now, I have to call Tony."

You nod. He puts the phone to his ear and looks away from you. "Hey, uh...so that chick you're looking for? I know where she is. Here. In Bed-Stuy. She's turning herself in. Uh, probably because she knew you and JARVIS would zap her on the approach and that my building's only security is me and Lucky? No need, man. Kate's on the way. You don't need to send a Legionnaire. Because I already called Kate. Let her do a thing, Tony. Seriously. Thank you. Kate and I will have Aphrodite to you in thirty minutes or less. Yeah. Or your Mutant's free."

Clint pulls the phone away and looks down at it. "He hung up. I thought it was funny," he mutters before turning to you. "So...what's your name?"

You contemplate for a moment before responding, "Y/n. 'Aphrodite' is my codename."

"Well, duh. You pick that out or did Magneto?"

"I did, but Erik solidified it." Your mind drifts to Erik with his hand in your hair, fucking you from behind and grunting out 'My Aphrodite' with every thrust.

"How's he gonna take you defecting?"

"I'm not defecting."

"You're turning yourself in to the good guys. You obviously recognize Magneto was wrong and-"

"I'm done letting him use me, that doesn't mean Erik's wrong or that I think he's a...bad guy." You shake your head. "I know he's right about you Homo Sapiens. The things you do to my kind-"

"Come on. You Mutants aren't that different than us!"

"Tell that to the government who demanded we register, who built giant murder-bots to eradicate us, who've made certain that our fellow Americans are kept in constant fear of us."

"That's not unique to you Homo Superiors, Y/n. We do that shit to each other, too."

"And it's a blight on history when you do, but not for us. Not for Mutants. It's cheered when you round us up, when a child who doesn't know how to control themselves gets thrown in prison for a display of power they had no hope of stopping. You don't know what it's like to-"

"Should I come back?" a female voice asks as the door to the roof opens.

"No." Clint answers. "Kate, this is Y/n. Let's go."

"So, what's your power?"

"Kate." Clint's voice is almost a warning as the three of you start down the stairs.

"I'm just curious!" the young woman defends. "Is it rude to ask? Is that a Mutant faux pas?"

"I release pheromones that make me pretty much irresistible to men," you answer.

"But if they do sleep with her, they pass out," Clint continues.

"Yeah, that's called Postcoital Cephalalgia. It's from the rush of pheromones and hormones...little bit from the exertion."

"Wait, so you make guys orgasm so hard they pass out?" Kate asks, less like she's confused and more like she's impressed.

You smirk under your mask. "Pretty much."

"That's gotta suck," Clint mutters under his breath a little further up the stairs. "How do you ever finish?"

"I don't usually, Barton. Unless I'm with a well-trained Mutant who knows how to control himself."

"What, you don't affect Mutants the same way?" Kate asks.

"No, I do. I hit the Wolverine once and that was...painful. That one likes it rough. But he's used to overexerting himself and he's got that healing factor so he went the distance."

"Ew, Logan's like a million years old," Clint complains.

"I didn't really have a chance to care about his age. We were in a fight, I had to distract him from Erik and Raven."

"Wow, you are really nonchalant about this, like it's not..." Kate starts as you get to the last set of stairs and she walks through the door at the bottom. 

"It's my life, Hawkeyes. I am the Mutant equivalent of a damn succubus. I literally can't be embarrassed about sex. I feed off of it."

"Really?" Clint exclaims.

"Well, yes and no. I mean, I still need food, but...desire charges my batteries. I get sick without sex."

"That's...would it kill you if you didn't..." Kate trails off as you walk out onto the street and she raises her arm to hail a cab. 

"Longest I've ever gone without sex since I was thirteen years old was a month and that...I ended up in the hospital. The doctors fixed me right up."

Kate drops her arm and turns to you. "Thirteen?"

You shrug. "What age did you start puberty, Miss Bishop, 'cause that's when Mutants develop their powers?"

"But that's so young."

You chuckle as a cab pulls up. "You're so pure."

"What? No, I'm not!" she squeaks.

The cab ride is full of awkward silence and the driver looking at you in the mirror, confused as to why a purple ninja is in his backseat. When he pulls up to Avengers Tower, you hand him a twenty and get out. You position yourself behind Kate, obscuring his view of her until he pulls away. Clint notices, raising a confused eyebrow. "He was checking her out. His desire was...dark. It didn't taste good," you answer, walking through the rotating door into the lobby.

Tony Stark is upon you before you've made it ten feet into the building. Steve Rogers, Natasha Romanoff, and the Vision are flanking him. "Wow, she doesn't even look like the same woman," Tony says, maybe just to himself.

"Maybe that's because she's fully clothed," Natasha quips, her lips twisting into a smirk.

"Good job, Barton," Steve says, stepping forward.

"I wouldn't get too close," Tony warns.

"She's kinda...turned off," Clint says, nodding at you. "As long as you don't touch her skin, or like, sniff her hair or something."

"Why would we do that?" Tony snaps.

"What are you going to do to her?" Kate asks.

"Why do you care?" Natasha asks.

"Well, I mean...she's...it's not her fault that she's like this."

"It was her decision to come into my club and mess with me in order to get into my lab," Tony snaps. 

You put your hands up. "Don't worry about me, Hawkeye. I made my choices." You drop to your knees and put your hands on your head. 

"Vision. Go ahead," Tony demands and the android flies forward, placing a set of cuffs on your wrists.

"Okay, but what are you-" Clint starts. 

"We'll talk it out later, Legolas," Tony says as Vision picks you up and heads for the elevator.

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[dcbbw]

How would a one on one game of truth or dare would be for Liam & Riley B. With alcohol involved?

Thanks for the ask, @umccall71! This takes place maybe 2-3 weeks before Penelope dumps SGL. Drake and Riley are still together.

Song lyrics are from Shirley Horn’s Summer (Estate) and You’re My Thrill; they belong to their respective owners.

Huge THANK YOU to pre-readers @burnsoslow, @ao719, and @bebepac!

“I cannot believe you let me buy all this shit, Liam! All of it’s so unnecessary!” Riley huffed as she followed Liam into his apartment.

The best friends had spent the evening having a seafood dinner and catching a movie in Chinatown. The dinner was not grouponed; the movies were. Afterwards, they walked up to Walgreens because Liam needed toothpaste; Riley apparently needed the entire store.

She walked out of the store with bags filled with snacks and toiletries, including Liam’s toothpaste, and $100 poorer. They went to Vapiano’s for takeaway pasta, Liam’s treat. Once back outside, the H Street traffic sped by while Riley set her bags down to pull out her phone. Liam’s hand on her wrist caught her attention.

“Hey, it’s still early on a Friday night; I’m caught up on work until Monday morning. Wanna come back to my place for a nightcap?”

Riley pushed her lips out in a pucker as she considered. She would be going home to an empty apartment and two weeks’ worth of laundry. But, she now had a billion chocolate bars and a huge container of yummy pasta to keep her company while she caught up with Race for the White House and The Windsors.

“I understand if you have plans with Drake later tonight,” Liam’s voice carried over the roar of traffic and the sweet notes of street corner singers.

Riley’s eyes darted to Liam’s face. “What? No … no plans with Drake. It’s poker night with his work buddies.”

“So you’ll come?” Liam’s eyes, and voice, were hopeful.

Riley nodded; Liam ordered an Uber.

Liam took Riley’s bags from her and sat them on his kitchen island before returning to help her out of her jacket. It was autumn in DC, which meant cool mornings and nights, but warm days.

“Hey, you were ready to fight me! In public! Over some Symphony bars! I wasn’t going to stop you,” Liam said defensively.

“Chocolate is always a necessity! Now, the shaving cream … not so much.”

Liam’s index finger tickled Riley’s chin. “It kinda is. You got those hairs on your chin.”

Riley rolled her eyes as she moved her face away from Liam’s finger, mostly because she did have chin hair and had not shaved it in three days. She was willing to bet money Penelope didn’t have chin hair.

Riley removed her shoes and sat in a corner of the sofa while Liam placed their pastas in the refrigerator. He cut on his stereo system, and soon the rich alto of Shirley Horn’s voice filled the apartment. Liam went between the kitchen and living room, placing an ashtray, 2 cans of cold Sprite, and a bottle of spiced Barbados rum on the coffee table. He carried two glasses filled with ice and lime wedges with him when he finally joined Riley on the couch.

He looked at her sheepishly.

“Sorry, I haven’t been grocery shopping, so this is all I have to offer by way of a nightcap.”

Riley raised an eyebrow. “You don’t have groceries, but you have all the ingredients to make a cocktail?”

Liam was pouring rum into the glasses. “Don’t start, Riley B. I haven’t even been here to drink or eat. Hell, I barely sleep here anymore.”

Riley popped her soda open, carefully pouring lemon-lime fizziness into her glass. “Why are you working so hard?”

Liam had just raised his glass to his lips. He hadn’t told anyone except Penelope about the junior partner position. If Pen weren’t his girlfriend, she wouldn’t have known either. What if he didn’t get it? He was up against some pretty stiff competition. And the support and encouragement of his friends would just be added pressure to perform harder, faster, longer.

“Trying to get a raise,” he finally said before sipping his drink. His eyes widened with mischief as he met Riley’s gaze.

“What?” Riley asked as she dug in her purse for cigarettes.

“How about we make the evening more interesting? A game of truth or dare?”

Riley lit up, drawing thoughtfully on her cigarette as Shirley sang about her love being like the wind. Her head nodded towards the sound system. “That’s her live at the Village Vanguard.”

Liam nodded enthusiastically. “It IS!” He took another sip of rum. “So … truth or dare? We can pass on whatever we don’t want to answer.”

Riley shrugged, passing Liam the cigarette. “Why not? Who goes first?”

“Ladies first.”

Riley thought for a moment, undecided whether to ask the question that had been at the back of her mind for almost three years. She decided to go for it.

“Are you in love with Penelope?”

Liam’s eyes widened slightly, then narrowed as he looked at Riley.

Penelope’s thighs were clenched around Liam’s head as her breath gasped and her body bucked. Liam’s tongue finished its ministrations, and he raised his head once Penelope’s thighs fell open on the bed. Liam’s head rested against one of his girlfriend’s legs. He wanted to kiss her, but Penelope didn’t like to kiss after giving or receiving oral.

“You’re so good at that Liam. Too bad I don’t get it as often as I used to”, Penelope said as her fingers idly combed through Liam’s hair.

Liam’s jaw tensed ever so slightly. “I told you, Pen. I’m working on a promotion. A partner promotion. I know I don’t have a lot of time for you now, but soon I will. I promise.” He softly kissed the inside of her thigh.

“When?” she whined.

“I don’t know when, but I really need your support now, Pen. I need you to understand, and not nag or fuss when I’m working late or on the weekends. It’s hard now, but soon it won’t be.”

“Okay.”

Penelope attended one work related function with Liam after that conversation. She quickly reverted to nagging and whining and demanding Liam to focus on her, focus on their relationship. Liam did his best to accommodate her, but he was too caught up in the race for junior partner.

The client was ready to sign on the dotted line.

Phase One completed.

He needed to focus all his efforts and attentions on the upcoming case, but he promised to take Penelope out for a third-year anniversary lunch. Their anniversary had been two days ago, but Liam had been in meetings all day, and spent half the night catching up on paperwork.

“I love her,” he said carefully. “I’m not entirely unhappy.”

Riley looked at Liam in disbelief before chuckling. “Yeah, that’s a Hallmark sentiment right there.”

Liam allowed himself a small smile. “It’s not my ideal relationship, but I’m invested now: time, emotion, money. And it’s not completely one-sided.”

“That’s not love, Liam!”

Liam’s eyes darkened as he met Riley’s gaze. “It’s no fairytale to be sure, but hey … I bear my cross and hope for the best. I’ve gotten used to not getting what I want, and learning to embrace what wants me.”

Silence as Riley swirled the liquid in her glass. Liam raised his glass in salute. “We all can’t have a relationship like yours and Drake’s.”

More silence from Riley as she thought about Drake: he still ordered and bought her regular Coke, even when she specifically told him what she wanted; he still didn’t know she liked her meat well done, and not medium rare. He scoffed at her grouponing. She still had to tell him where her erogenous zones were.

But they had been together for so long. It was comfortable, it was familiar.

Maybe that’s how it was with Liam and Penelope.

“What’s your ideal relationship?” Riley asked curiously.

Liam shook his head. “My turn, Riley B. Who would you kick out of the gang? You don’t have to give a reason.”

Without hesitation, Riley answered, “Madeleine!”

Liam choked a little on his drink. “I was not expecting to hear that!”

Riley raised an eyebrow. “Who would you choose?”

Meeting her eyes, Liam said with a straight face, “Drake.”

Riley swallowed some of her drink. “You may want to think about that. Drake is really handy when it comes to DIY projects. And he knows his meats: how to pick ‘em, how to cook ‘em.”

“Who needs Drake Walker when there’s YouTube?” Liam looked at Riley before tapping a cigarette out of the pack. “Oh, I forgot. You do.”

Riley’s eyes narrowed slightly. “What are you saying, Liam?”

“I’m saying, YouTube can’t be your boyfriend.” He lit the cigarette, a plume of smoke dissipating into the air.

Riley leaned against the sofa cushions. “My turn. Your ideal relationship.”

“One that’s supportive and rooted in friendship. Where it doesn’t matter if we go to bed angry, as long as we go to bed together. One where we have the same group of friends, and don’t hate the outer circles we may run in. I want laughter, and jokes, and cooking together. I want loyalty and faithfulness. I wanna watch football and documentaries and maybe just lay around naked doing nothing but running my fingers through her hair while she does a crossword puzzle. And sex! I need the sex.”

Riley drank more rum. She reached her hand out for the cigarette; Liam moved closer and held it for her as she inhaled deeply.

“My turn,” he said as he dragged on the cigarette. “Show me a scar and tell me the story behind it.”

“What the hell, Liam?”

“You wanna tell me about your first time instead?” Liam took a healthy swallow of his drink.

Shaking her head, Riley pulled her skirt up to her bent knee. She pointed to a large dark patch of skin; it was slightly bumpy; Liam could still make out the long-ago remnants of what at one time had been a nasty scrape.

“I fell off the back of my dad’s motorcycle. I was supposed to hold on tightly, but my leg itched. I let one hand go to scratch it and lost my grip. I landed on this knee; the skin busted open, and then I kind of skidded along on it for a minute or two.”

Liam grimaced. “Sounds painful.”

Riley gave him a small smile. “It healed. Okay, my turn! It’s a dare!”

Liam cocked an eyebrow. “I’m ready!”

“Call Penelope and tell her I’m here with you alone!”

Liam snickered. “You just wasted your turn, Riley B. Pen is … out. With her friends again. It’s my …  punishment for having to work late on our anniversary.”

Riley’s hand touched Liam’s arm. “I’m sorry,” she said softly as Shirley’s voice continued to serenade them.

You bathe me in the glow of your caresses You've turned my eager no to tender yeses You sweep away my sorrow with your sigh

Liam’s eyes locked on Riley’s just a moment too long. They both dropped their heads to hide their blushes.

“You get a make-up turn,” Liam mumbled.

Riley raised her head. “Who’s the mystery woman you’ve been wanting?”

Liam picked up his glass and drained the rest of his drink. Shirley Horn sang on.

You're my thrill You do something to me You send chills right through me When I look at you 'Cause you're my thrill

His eyes searched Riley’s face, and he held himself back from cupping her cheek.

Riley was with Drake. Liam was with Penelope.

Riley B. was his best friend; some days, his only friend.

To tell her the truth now would be too messy, too complicated.

He set his glass on the table. “I pass.”

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Good Boy - KakaSaku Week 3

A shout out to @natanije for the wonderfully cute idea. I hope you like what I turned it into. ALSO, thank you @eeearnest for your feedback! Prompts include: Holding Hands & “This is all your fault.” “I hope so.” Rated: T - no graphic anything! Friendship, heart ache, break ups, and fluff??? Who knew? Word Count: Nearly 6k

Also found at my AO3 for ease of reading, and also cross posted to my FF account Enjoy!

Sakura had always had a soft spot for things that were broken and incomplete, or seen as unworthy of attention. She mended her favorite shirt just to be able to wear it for another year. The jeans with the holes in them weren’t trashy, just comfortable. So what if she held onto the same pair of sneakers for years? Just because they weren’t currently in fashion didn’t make them ratty. Yes, Sakura loved things given up by most, after all she was one of those things, wasn’t she?

Her parents constantly fought with each other and there was nothing she could do about it. Perhaps that was why she tried so hard all of her life. To get top marks at the Academy, to not let the bullying get to her and make friends. And not just make them, but keep them. She graduated top of her class and got accepted into an amazing pre-med program. And her boyfriend, the single love of her life since junior year of high school, was so proud of her. She had been and done everything expected of her and more. But a part of her still felt so empty, so broken, just like her family home. At least she was out on her own. Dealing with the fall out of her parents’ divorce was easier when she didn’t have to be there to witness it.

Sakura worked part time at a little cafe while going to college. Her friends stopped by often to say hello and get discounted food. She pessimistically wondered if she’d see them this often if they weren’t getting anything out of it. But then one of her friends would crack a joke, or Sasuke would give her a quick peck on the cheek when he thought no one was looking, and that was enough for her. And that’s how her life was: wake up, go to school, study, go to work, study, sleep and repeat. Day in and day out Sakura’s life was routinely boring.

Until one Friday when she got off work to a soft drizzling rain. She had tucked a few leftover rolls into her purse, to eat while studying, and locked up for the night. A soft whimper caught her ear, and opening her umbrella, she walked around to the side of the building. Her emerald gaze swept along the alley, seeing nothing. She turned to leave when a shape emerged from the shadows.

The dog had its ears down, its tail wagging cautiously. Sakura knelt and held her hand out. “It’s all right,” she cooed. “I won’t hurt you.”

With its head bowed, but gaze locked on her, the dog came forward. She gasped as it approached, noticing the faint scar that bisected its left eye. The dog’s nose was slightly chilled as it bumped her hand. She let it smell her and familiarize itself with her scent, as she didn’t want to scare it. Now that it was closer she could tell he wasn’t quite a puppy anymore. His body was large, if thin and lean. Its grey fur was wild and damp, and she smiled as it licked her hand. She pat his head gently and slowly in hopes to not startle him.

The dog leaned down and sniffed at her purse, and jerked back as she stood. “It’s okay,” she assured. She pulled out a handkerchief and opened it, revealing the bread inside. “It’s not very nutritious, but you look hungry.”

She ripped a chunk off and held it out in offering. She nearly sighed as the dog cocked its head to the side, as if doubting her friendly gesture. She took a bite out of it and then held it out to him again and this time, he took it. She smiled and patted him between his ears. She could feel the dog watching her as she walked over to the dumpster and fished out a broken-down cardboard box from the pile. She folded the flaps in on one side and then set the box up against the wall, under the awning by the delivery door.

“Here you go. At least this way you can stay dry, huh? You’ll be more comfortable sleeping like this too, I think.”

She tore off another piece of bread and gave it to him. Then she set the two remaining rolls inside the box. The dog sat beside her, partially under the umbrella as he observed the makeshift shelter. She held her hand out, this time getting approval much quicker. She rubbed him behind his ear. “You’re a cute dog, I wish I knew what your name was or if you had an owner.”

She frowned when she felt for a collar and found none. “Be a good boy, try and sleep, okay? I’ll be back tomorrow.”

Sakura stood and began to leave. When she glanced back, the dog was staring after her but made no move. She waved and then continued home. Her snack was gone, but at least she could keep an animal from going hungry.

When Sakura went to work next day she happily bounded around the corner of the cafe. The box had been taken and the dog was nowhere in sight. Her smile fell, but all she could do was shrug and continue on herself. The dog had seemed a bit distrusting of people, and she wondered how he got the scar on its face. No collar, no tag, just another stray.

And it was just another day for her, taking orders, making coffee, and serving food. She counted the till and set up the deposit before packing up a couple croissants and locking up. She was surprised to see the dog outside, and that it seemed happy to see her, its fluffy tail wagging. When she held out her hand he came over more willingly than he had the previous night. She scratched behind his ears and down the sides of his coat, giggling at how he almost seemed to smile

“They picked up all the boxes today, sorry boy. But I do have something yummy to share.”

His head tilted to the side as he watched her open her bag. She offered him the bread and smiled when he took it. “I’ll get some meat next time, I promise. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

And so the dog became part of her routine. School, work, and dog - friends and boyfriend in between. She never saw the dog during the evening, but he was always there waiting for her when she got off.

And then one night, just like any other night, after she’d fed him some chicken scraps and told him about her day - everything changed. She had said goodnight to the dog, as she always did, and began her walk home.

She had made it only a block up when an arm snaked around her from behind and dragged her between the buildings, kicking and screaming. Recalling her lessons, she stomped on his instep and rammed her elbow back into his stomach. As he let her go, she took the opportunity to drive the heel of her hand into his nose. The man covered his face on instinct which left the rest of him open and vulnerable, and she kicked him in the groin.

Sakura took a few hurried and shaky steps away when she was struck on the back of her head. Disoriented, Sakura came to on the ground, a man rummaging through her purse. As soon as she moved to sit up, the man extended his arm, a gun in hand.

“I thought you’d have something worth taking,” he sneered as he tossed her bag away. His eyes landed on her and Sakura felt repulsed by the greedy way his gaze swept over her. He chuckled darkly. “But perhaps you do after all.”

Sakura recoiled from his touch to her knee, panic rising as it went higher up on her thigh. “No!” she screamed.

There was a loud threatening growl and Sakura closed her eyes moments before the man yelled in pain. Surprise jerked her eyes back open and there was the dog standing between her and the man, its teeth sunk deep into his forearm.

Sakura stared on, ignoring the blood that was puddling on the ground, ignoring the pain and fear that twisted her attacker’s features. All she could see was grey fur raised between squared shoulders. Over the weeks she had come to know the dog, she had never seen it so stiff and aggressive.

The man pulled and hit the dog on its head, but it refused to let him go. Another growl rumbled low in its chest. “Call off your dog,” the man begged.

My dog?

“You crazy bitch! Call him off!” A sharp yelp followed his outburst as the dog chomped on him again. “I’m sorry! I’ll leave! I’ll leave you alone, please!”

Sakura blinked, still not quite fully present in the situation, but she moved toward the animal who had saved her. She cautiously put her hand on his back. “It’s okay, boy, let him go,” she whispered.

The dog growled, its dark eye glancing to her, but immediately snapping back to the perpetrator as he tried to pull free.

Sakura rubbed behind his ear. “You did good, you saved me. Now let him go and we can go home. Okay, boy?”

The dog slowly opened his mouth, freeing the man, but his lips remained pulled back in a snarl - a warning. The man clenched his arm and sprang to his feet. He ran off without a second glance back at his partner still curled up in pain on the ground.

With the danger passed, Sakura let out a shaky breath as her eyes filled with tears. She wrapped her arms around the dog, hugging him to her. “Thank you,” she mumbled into his fur over and over. She pulled away and took his face in her hands, examining him. “Are you all right? I’m sorry he hit you. I don’t see any blood though… thank you, boy.”

It seemed to wink his scarred eye and then lick her chin. She smiled at him and ruffled the fur by his shoulders. “All right. You’re coming home with me.“

Sakura was ambushed by Sasuke when she got home. Don’t you realize what time it is? Why are you so late? You could’ve called. And then… What the hell is that? Is that a dog?!

She reminded him about the dog she’d been feeding after work, told him with tears in her eyes about how he’d saved her when she was attacked. Sasuke hugged her, carding his fingers through her hair as he soothed her, and eyed the mutt sniffing around their apartment.  

He let go of her and squatted in front of the dog, holding out his hand to it. “You saved her, huh? I owe you one, then. You seem okay… I guess.”

The dog sniffed at his hand, but unlike bowing closer as he did with Sakura, he pulled back and cocked his head, regarding him with cautious eyes as if to return the sentiment.

Sasuke stood and ran his hand through his hair.  “If he’s staying, he needs a bath. He stinks, Sak.”

She nodded as she wiped the remnants of her tears away. “All right, come on boy.” She patted her thigh as she began down the hall.

“I didn’t mean right now, it’s late.”

“After everything he’s done for me, I think he deserves a bath. Get some sleep and I’ll be in after a while.”

Sasuke heaved a sigh, but she paid him no mind as she turned on the bathroom light. He followed after her and watched, amused, as she fought to get the dog into the tub. It was rather large and he was surprised when she managed to pick him up and get him in.

“What kind of dog do you think he is? He’s very wolf-like, a Husky maybe?”

She shrugged as she got him all wet.  “The markings don’t quite match.  Maybe something similar like a Malamute?”

“You should get him checked out. You never know what kind of diseases a stray could carry.”

The dog shot him an unimpressed glare and Sakura giggled.  “Don’t take it personally.”

“Come on, Sak, you know he doesn’t understand a single word right?”

After Sakura finished bathing him, and getting quite the shower herself as he shook the water from his coat,  she led him to the kitchen.  She pulled a placemat down that Sasuke’s little cousin used when visiting and set a bowl of water on it. She opened the fridge, unsure of what else she could give him. There was a bit of leftover beef so she chopped it up and set it next to the water.

“I’ll have to buy you some proper dog food in the morning, but this will do for now.” She rubbed his head, smirking at how he seemed to still be displeased at getting a bath. “I wish I knew what to call you.”

“You mean it doesn’t have a name?” Sasuke asked.

Both Sakura and the dog looked up at him as if they’d forgotten he was there. She shook her head and then looked down at him happily eating away. From beneath the food dish poked the characters for a henohenomoheji and her eyes lit up.  “Kakashi!”

The dog’s head snapped up and Sasuke arched a brow at her.  “Ka-kashi?”

She nodded as she massaged the dog’s ears. “Do you like your name, Kakashi?”

She laughed as he seemed to reply by licking her enthusiastically on the face.  “Okay, okay.  Welcome home, Kakashi.”

Weeks turned into a month, and then two, and Kakashi had settled into life with his new family.  Sakura got him a collar and a name tag, and she’d brush his fur regularly. She took him on frequent walks and played with him.  Sasuke did, too, but the dog never seemed to enjoy playing with him as much as with Sakura. She didn’t quite understand why, and she chalked it up to the fact that they’d found each other and bonded first.

For a while that thought was sufficient enough. But then Kakashi would turn up his nose to food Sasuke offered him, and would walk away whenever he tried to pet him.

“The dog hates me,” Sasuke commented one night as they went to bed.

“Maybe it’s just a phase.  I don’t see how anyone could hate you.”

He only hummed in thought, then kissed her deep, shutting the door.

But as time passed, Sakura wondered if there was more going on. Kakashi didn’t want anything to do with Sasuke, and he began to position himself between them at every opportunity. Whenever Sakura gave Sasuke attention,  Kakashi would plop his head down in her lap and nuzzle her free hand. And whenever Sasuke came home and found them playing, Kakashi would growl at him if he tried to interrupt.

And then one day as Sakura returned from a walk with Kakashi, there was a red-head woman waiting at the front door.  Kakashi growled softly,  loud enough for Sakura to barely hear.  She tightened her hold on the leash. “Calm down.”

She approached the front door. “Excuse me, hi.”

The red-head spun around and pushed black-rimmed glasses up her nose. Her eyes narrowed a bit in Sakura’s direction,  but then she sighed.  “I’m sorry, I think I have the wrong address,” she muttered as she pulled out a piece of paper. “But the numbers match…”

“May I?”

Sakura took the paper, and her heart dropped. It was Sasuke’s handwriting; she’d know it anywhere. On it was their address, with instructions to not be there until after 3 pm, and a… heart ?

Sakura passed the paper back to her, trying to conceal the shock and pain. She had traded shifts with a girl at work; she’d wanted to surprise Sasuke since it was their anniversary. Instead, she was the one to receive a surprise.

“Um… you okay?”  asked the strange woman.

Sakura snapped out of her daze. “Yeah, sorry, I… Sasuke’s not home yet.”

“Oh! So it is right! Thanks. Are you his neighbor or something?”

“Or something,” she muttered before she felt a tug on the leash. Kakashi whined and then she heard Sasuke’s voice.

“Karin! Glad you found it, babe!”

The red-head spun around, beaming in his direction. “Yeah, thanks to your neighbor! I thought I had the wrong place.”

Sasuke froze, eyes wide, as he reached the top of the steps. “Sakura…”

Karin looked between them, realization dawning on her face. “Oh, shit.”

Sakura felt like she was going to burst into tears at any moment, and she hated it. A velvety tongue passed over her knuckles and Kakashi’s head bumped against her. It seemed to snap her into emergency flee mode.  She stalked over to the door and fumbled with the keys as she unlocked it. She glanced over at Karin. “You can keep him.”

“Sakura, wait-”

But Sasuke was cut off by a loud, throaty bark,  Kakashi turning and baring his fangs before the door slammed shut.

Inside, Sakura turned both locks and then leaned back against the door. She cupped her hand over her mouth, anything to hold back the sobs beating at her chest. The door knob jiggled. “Come on, Sak.”

She closed her eyes, pushing out the tears, but remained silent. Fuck this, come on, let’s get out of here she heard on the other side of the door.

Sakura squeezed her eyes shut, fingers clamped over her mouth as she leaned forward, her body trembling but no sound coming out.  Kakashi sat there and stared at her, his ears twitching, until she finally gasped and jerked back upright.

Sakura couldn’t fight it anymore; her chin quivered, more and more, pulling her bottom lip down until a cry escaped her. It was sharp and sudden, and behind it came another and another, forcing their way out the crack in her wall. She gulped for air as she slid down to the floor and drew her knees up to her chest. She felt her tears bleed into her pants and felt even more pathetic, and that in turn only made her cry more. Because she really was pathetic. She was never good enough for him, had never been good enough for anyone. Gods, she had been such a fool.

There was a soft whine to her side and then a nudge to her elbow, followed by another and another until she lifted her head. Sakura held Kakashi’s stare with her own tear filled one and offered him a sad smile when he whined again. Then he burrowed his head under her arm, wedging himself in the open space. Sakura stroked his fur with shaky fingers, comforted by his presence.

“You’re there for me again,” she murmured before turning toward him and wrapping her other arm around him. Most dogs despises being hugged, and even if kakashi didn’t like it, he didn’t move. He was big and sturdy and fluffy and warm. And he was there for her. The tears began to fall again as she clutched at the thick fur at his neck as she couldn’t hold back the sobs.

Kakashi just sat there and took it all, laying his head on her shoulder as her tears soaked his coat. They stayed like that for some time until Sakura regained some composure. It was already late in the evening, so she followed her routine and fed Kakashi. She didn’t make dinner for herself; she had no appetite. When she didn’t join him to eat, Kakashi abandoned his food and followed her to the bedroom.

She was crying again, this time with a photo in her hands. Why was she so stupid? How could he do this to her? He was supposed to love her, he told her as much. And she’d blindly believed in him. Angry, she threw the frame across the room, not so much as flinching as the wood broke and the glass shattered.

Sakura collapsed onto the bed and curled-up into a ball, hugging a pillow close. Only the pillow smelled too strongly of Sasuke so she tossed it off the bed. Growling and ripping caught her attention and she rolled over to see Kakashi destroying the pillow. She smiled bitterly and then whistled to get his attention. They’d never allowed him on the bed before, but since Sasuke was gone - and she had no intention of taking him back - she patted the bed beside her.  

Kakashi jumped up onto the bed and groaned as he stretched out alongside her. She wrapped her arm around him, curling her hand around the crown of his head and began to stroke his ear. “I’m sorry,” she muttered with a sniffle. “I can’t believe that bastard was cheating on me!”

Kakashi huffed and she let out a weak laugh. “Though it’s not that surprising, I guess. Everyone always leaves me. I have never been important to anyone. I mean it’s pretty fucked up when my parents won’t even call me. My best friend is also my worst enemy. And the person I’ve given all of myself to just doesn’t want it anymore.”

Kakashi whimpered and licked at the tears on her cheek. She wiped her face and then kissed him on the head. “I don’t know why our paths crossed, but I’m so happy I have you. You’ll never leave me, will you?”

His nose nudged against her neck and Sakura swiped more tears away. “You’re a good boy,” she said as she patted him. “I love you, Kakashi.”

Sakura cried into the night - sometimes loud and sloppy, but mostly quiet and pitiful. Kakashi stayed there through it all as her heavy handed petting became lighter and slower, and she finally fell asleep. Kakashi watched her as soft snores bubbled forth, and then he sighed and closed his eyes.

Sakura hummed to herself in detest as sunlight broke through the window and splayed across her face. She yawned and instantly regretted it as her head pounded. Her eyes felt swollen and heavy so she decided not to open them right away. There was a light snoring beside her and she stroked the soft tufts of fluffy hair. Kakashi had stayed at her side all night, and she was thankful. She was… not petting fur as she stroked further down. No, whatever was beneath her hand was firm and smooth.

She forced her eyes opened and she turned her gaze down. All she saw at first was grey and she briefly thought she was losing her mind, until she pulled back. Beyond the grey sat a straight nose and strong jaw, lean shoulders, and sculpted torso. Her hand was held comfortably in his and when she tried to free it, he only squeezed her hand tighter.

This couldn’t be happening. This was surely just a dream, right? It had to be. She fell asleep next to her dog , not a man. Her heart raced as she poked the man on his head, again and again, a little harder each time. He twitched and grunted just like Kakashi, so maybe if this was a dream…

“Wake up, Kakashi. Outside!”

At the magic word, his eyes popped open and he sat up. ��Outside? Let’s go!”

Sakura’s eyes widened and she yelped in surprise. She pushed herself away from him, all the way to the edge of the bed. The man cocked his head as he looked at her and then sighed. “Hurry up, I really have to pee.”

And then for whatever reason, Sakura glanced down, and realized he was naked. She flushed in embarrassment and pushed back again only to fall off the bed.  Sakura groaned and cradled her head and when she cracked her eyes open, it was to see the man with his hands hanging off the edge of the bed, staring down at her.

“Are you okay? Can you let me out to pee now?”

“I’m fine,” she murmured, feeling flustered and quite stupid. “Just… use the bathroom.”

“Bathroom?”

Sakura closed her eyes as she stood and rubbed at the temples of her head. “I don’t remember what happened.” She thought she did, but she must be missing a few hours of her life to be in this situation.

“What do you mean? We were crying and I comforted you. That is all.”

That is all? “Okay… what’s your name?”

He barked with laughter. “You named me, silly.”

Her arms fell limp at her sides and she turned her surprised gaze to him. “Kakashi?!”

“Of course!”

She took a step closer to the bed and he sat back, watching her. His hair was the same shade of grey that his fur had been, and he had the same scar bisecting his left eye, and he was wearing the same blue collar. No way. This was impossible!

“Why are you looking at me like that?” he asked.

“Because you are supposed to be a dog! And… and well…”

She took his hands and held them up for him to see. His eyes widened. “Check out my paws!” Then he looked down at himself and touched his chest before trailing his hands down the length of his torso. “Wow…”

Sakura turned away as he stood up on the bed, and her face redeemed even more as she heard him say, “Oh, so that’s what it looks like.”

“Yeah, so please, if you have to go to the bathroom, please do so in the toilet.”

Kakashi hopped down from the bed and then flexed his legs and toes. “This feels odd, but really nice. Hmmm, and I thought all those visions were just dreams,” he muttered the last part to himself  before the urge for relief became stronger. He darted off to the bathroom and Sakura sat on the edge of the bed - disbelief laced into every inch of her. This was insane.

A loud knock came pounding on the front door, followed by Sasuke’s voice. “Sakura, open the door.”

This could not be happening right now. She slapped the bed as she got up, and stormed out the bedroom. But she stopped in the hallway; she really didn’t want to see him. “Go away!”

“Sak, please.”

“I said go away! I don’t want to see you.”

“Where am I supposed to go?”

“To your parents, your brother’s, any single one of your friends and oh, I don’t know, Karin’s? I’m sure that’s where you stayed last night!”

“Don’t make me do this out here. Let me in.”

There was a low growl behind her and Sakura turned to see Kakashi, in all his naked glory and not caring in the least. She put her hands on his chest to stop his advancement. “Please, stop.”

She could see the anger more clearly in his eyes as he looked down at her, his lips twitching. “But it’s that asshole.”

“Yes, but-“

“Just say the word and I’ll bite him, just like the last man that hurt you.”

She held his gaze; how could he know that? Only she and Sasuke knew of that night… and the dog she supposed. Could this man really be -

“Are you talking to someone?” Sasuke asked before knocking again, and then the sound of keys jingled.

Sakura sighed as she looked back to the door. She faced Kakashi again. “Please, go back to the bedroom and let me take care of this.”

“But he’s-”

“He’s not a threat. I’ll call for you if I need your help. I promise.”

Kakashi’s eyes lost the edge of hardness around him as he looked to her. “I don’t trust him.“

“Please-”

“I tried warning you, from the time I smelled another being on him. I tried to keep you safe from him then…”

Realization swept over her. “That’s why your behavior toward him… you knew.” Her eyes glossed over with fresh tears. “Then, that means it’s been going on for… a long time. How could I have been so stupid?”

He leaned down and wrapped his arms around her. “You are not stupid, you are just far too kind.”

Sakura laughed, but the tears fell anyway. She stood there, dwarfed in his embrace, and too consumed by her feelings and the insane impossibility of it all to worry about anything else. This man really was Kakashi, wasn’t he?

“Please stop crying,” he murmured before he licked her cheek as he’d done last night - albeit in a much different form - and the front door wrenched open.

“Sakura, listen I-“ Sasuke froze as he entered the apartment and caught sight of Sakura in the arms of a man - a very naked man.  He watched as she turned in his embrace to face him. “What the hell is this?” he demanded.

“Get your things and get out of my house,” she replied, ignoring his question - because really how could she explain what happened and still be considered sane?

“What the hell? I’m gone one night and you shack up with this loser? And you want to be mad at me?!”

“At course I’m mad at you! You’ve been cheating on me for weeks!”

His expression faltered. “I can explain-”

“Did you think I wouldn’t know? Or that because I’m so in love with you that I’d just forgive you?!”

“Sakura-“

She stepped toward him, hands balled into tight fist. “And you had her come here , to my home. Were you going to curl up together on my couch? Fuck her in my bed?”

Kakashi’s stance widened, going light on his feet and ready to pounce at a moment’s notice.

Sasuke’s eyes narrowed. “Oh that’s funny coming from you, especially when you’ve got a naked man standing behind you! Don’t be such a hypocrite when you’re acting like a whore!”

Kakashi growled and reared back when Sakura’s hand went flying and slapped Sasuke across the face. Everything fell quiet as Sasuke stared at her in shock, cradling his cheek. Sakura stared back at him, anger flaring in her eyes even as tears rolled down her cheeks.

“I love you,” she admitted. “But I will not be a fool for you anymore. And if you ever call me a whore again, I will break your jaw. Now get out.”

Kakashi couldn’t contain his happiness at the scene before him and he jumped up.  “Yes!”

Sakura turned and regarded him with wide eyes that screamed What are you doing? He grinned sheepishly and shrugged, popping his hip to the side as he reached up and scratched the back of his head.

Sasuke huffed. “No decency.  He’s perfect for you.”

“Shut up.”

“I’ll be back for my things,” he commented as he turned to leave.

But Sakura stopped him. “Keys.”

“Do what?”

“Give me the keys,” she repeated.

His lip curled in a sneer. “I’ve got to get my things.”

“I’ll have it all ready for you in a few days. You are not coming back in here, ever. So give them to me, now.”

Sasuke looked past her to Kakashi whose muscles flexed as he crossed his arms over his chest. Muttering to himself, he worked the keys off of the key chain. Instead of dropping them in Sakura’s outstretched hand, he threw them at Kakashi. His brow furrowed when the man jumped to the side and caught the poorly thrown keys in his mouth.

With a shake of his head, he waved him off. “Hope you have more fun with her than I did.”

Sakura bristled at his comment, but he ignored her and stalked out of the apartment. Sakura slammed the door behind him. “That jerk! I don’t care if he is an Uchiha, he has no right! Ugh!”

She was absolutely livid as she stormed by Kakashi. He followed after her back into the bedroom and watched as she pulled a suitcase from under the bed. She yanked open a dresser drawer and began to toss men’s clothes inside. “That bastard!” she growled.

Even though she was a bit scary right now, and Kakashi felt he should be cautious, he liked seeing his owner this way best - honest and unrestrained. She kept wiping tears from her face as she packed, and he took a tentative step closer. “You did good.”

She laughed humorlessly. “It doesn’t feel like it.”

He came closer as he asked, “Would you like to pet me?”

“Do what?”

“It always seems to make you feel better.”

She threw her hands up and the air. “When you were a dog! How am I supposed to pet… that?” she asked, gesturing wildly to his body.

He looked down and shrugged. “That does pose a problem.”

“You think? And why couldn’t you have listened to me?” she snapped. “I told you to wait back here, and now Sasuke thinks…”

Kakashi tensed as he rolled his eyes. “The hell with what he thinks.”

“The hell with…” she trailed off. “You’re unbelievable! I know you’re probably unaware of how this works, but I wouldn’t put it past Sasuke  to tell everyone. And I’m going to have to deal with the fall out, not you. This is all your fault!”

“I hope so.”

Sakura dropped the shirt in her hands. “How can you say that?”

“Would you rather I lie to you like everyone else? Because I can’t, that’s not in my nature.” He stepped closer to her. “You shouldn’t concern yourself with what he thinks of you, or what anyone else might if they’re so easily swayed by his words. I know the real you, the person that stays up all night to study even after a long day at work. You’re a person who takes care of her home and that people inside it even if they don’t deserve it, even if they make you cry. You’re a person who is loyal and hardworking. You are a person who can see beyond what’s on the outside. You see beauty and potential where others see trash. You fed me that night after all. You are so kind and loving,” he declared as he stopped in front of her.

Sakura smiled as he lifted his hand to her face and brushed the tears away. “Don’t hide from who you really are. Embrace it, and show it to the world. The important ones will accept you, as you’ve done for me, and I for you.”

Sakura  crushed herself to his chest as she hugged him, her tears falling freely again. He wrapped his arms around her and lifted a hand to the back of her head to stroke through her hair.

“You really are Kakashi. I don’t understand it,” she mumbled against his skin. “But… I’m really grateful. Thank you.”

He smiled and nuzzled his nose against her head, and then he chuckled. He couldn’t help it.

“What?” she inquired, peering up at him.

“Nothing, it’s just… it’s the first time I’ve gotten to pet you.”

She laughed as she pulled free from him, and as she turned away her hand brushed against something soft and limp and she froze, internally screaming. Hoh gods, please don’t tell me I just touched his dick!!!

She looked up at him, her cheeks pink with embarrassment, but Kakashi looked as indifferent as ever. He cocked his head, his eyes meeting hers with playful curiosity.

She coughed into her hand and took a step back. “We should um… probably find you some clothes.”

TBC

[demondeanismybaby]

Wanna Make a Bet?

Pairing: Dean x Reader, Sam

Word Count: 1778

Warnings: Smut, unprotected sex, teasing, oral sex (male and female receiving), spanking, fluffy 

Summary: After Sam gets annoyed at your and Dean’s PDA’s you get the idea to make a bet with Dean to see who could last longer with no touching, neither of you make it too far. 

A/N: This is for anon who requested, How about for requests a dean and girlfriend reader where they have always had a ton of pda and Sam get fed up. After Sam telling them to knock it off dean and the reader make a bet on who can go the longer without sex but they both keep teasing each other and trying to make the other break. Ending in smut please? I came up with some fluffy smut and annoyed Sam that I hope was what you were looking for! 

You were so wrapped up in seeing Dean walk through the door you didn’t even pause before you flung yourself into his arms and started to work your mouth against his. You felt the way his tongue slid in between your parted lips and massaged your own. You fisted your hands in his short blond hair and felt the way that his hands gripped your waist in return. In short, you were totally immersed in nothing more than pure elation at seeing your boyfriend and finally being able to touch him again. 

“Hello?” 

You ignored the words you were hearing besides you in favor of continuing to show your boyfriend just how happy you were to see him. 

“Hey!” Sam called out when his brother's hand had made its way down to your ass cheek and slapped you gently. 

You broke apart from Dean and smiled up at the taller brown haired Winchester who was watching you and his brother with the world’s largest bitchface. 

“Sorry Sammy,” you giggled patting him on the shoulder and reluctantly pulling away from Dean’s grasp. 

“Seriously, you guys it is gross. I don’t want to see my brother doing that type of shit in front of me.” 

It was an ongoing complaint of Sam’s when the three of you were out, it didn’t matter what the setting was, chilling at a bar or going to buy snacks after a long hunt. The common trend which was as soon as you and Dean started to get overly affectionate Sam would start huffing and groaning about how much it freaked him out to see that. 

You had never really minded the public displays of affection. When you had a man as good looking as Dean Winchester, with his bulky muscles, perfect smile, and spring green eyes, it never seemed to matter to you if people saw that the two of you were together. You were too busy making sure to spend every free second enjoying having his hands on you and vice versa. You knew all too well that life hunting meant that there could easily come a day when Dean didn’t come home. 

“Dude, this is payback for all the things I had to witness when you went all soul-free,” Dean chuckled as he walked by you and his brother, squeezing your ass for emphasis. 

Tonight, you could tell though that something was different. Sam was, if it was even possible, more cranky about it then usual which considering you didn’t have your tongue half-way down his throat in a park full of five-year-olds, yes <i>one time</i> that had happened, you couldn’t believe he was getting so worked up. 

It had started to get you thinking though, you didn’t really join in on the pranks the brothers would pull on each other but from time to time you still had to think of ways to get at Dean somehow. If only to knock him down a peg or two from getting too cocky. 

“Baby,” you cooed as Dean slid into bed beside you later that night, “I was thinking.”

He ran his hand through your hair and you felt your eyes half close when his fingers traced along your scalp but you forced yourself to remain in control and focus on your master plan. 

When he could tell that his idea to distract you was failing he huffed a little, “what you thinking about sweetheart?” 

“I was thinking about Sam today,” Dean frowned at your words, “no, ugh, not like that,” you rolled your eyes at him, “but maybe he has a point about the whole PDA thing.” 

“He’s just jealous, ignore him,” his smile came flooding back, “I do.” 

“I thought you might say that,” you couldn’t help the grin that was spreading over your face your plan was going perfectly, “how about I make it more interesting?” 

He looked at you with a serious expression, like he knew just how interesting things could get but also realized there was probably a high cost at stake. 

“Go on,” he said. 

“Alright, I want to see which of us can last longer with no sex, no touching, nothing.” 

You could see the way his face fell like there was no prize that would be worth going any extended amount of time without sex for. 

“If I win, I get to drive baby for an entire month,” you always loved driving the impala but you knew Dean loved driving his car almost as much as he loved you, so a lot. 

“This doesn’t sound worth it, no Baby and I don’t get laid, what do I get if I win?” Dean was searching your face trying to see if he could figure out where you were going with this before you actually told him, but he looked stumped. 

“If you win,” you leaned towards him and casually drew a finger between your tits causing his eyes to follow the path you were drawing along your body, “I’ll try that thing that you have been asking for lately,” your smirk widened. 

“Anal?” Dean suddenly looked like the bet might be worth it. 

You nodded and then laughed as he jumped away from you on the bed increasing the minimal space between your bodies. 

“You’re on.” 

The two of you woke up the next morning and you were keenly aware of the way Dean’s morning wood was pressing into your ass. You wanted to see if you could get him to break right away, knowing he was the horniest in the mornings anyway. You turned around to face him, ready to get this bet over with and your hands onto Baby’s steering wheel. 

“Dean, baby wake up,” you used your most sultry voice as you breathed against his ear. 

At first, you could tell he was too groggy to remember what you had talked about last night because when his eyes slowly open he looked at you with a fierce hunger that told you he was desperate to devour all of you. Then he was skidding back away from you pushing his hands against the bedding to gain distance. 

“Nu-uh, it won’t be that easy, Y/N,” Dean said as he climbed out of bed to shower. 

You went to the kitchen and started to make breakfast, thinking that at least if you couldn’t have sex you could eat some yummy pancakes instead. You were busy mixing the batter together when you felt the brush of strong arms near your waist. The skin was wet and still warm from the shower they had just vacated.

“Here,” he grabbed the spoon out of your hand and started stirring himself, “let me help you with that.”

He was so close to you that it would have been all too easy to slightly push your ass back into him and feel the strain of his dick against his boxers, but you tried your best to focus on breakfast, you didn’t want him to win this so easy. 

By that night the two of you were both dying, you had spent the entire day teasing each other in every way possible leaving you wet and frustrated and Dean half-hard and aching all day. Everything from the way you licked the dripping syrup off your fingers during breakfast to the way Dean would bite his lip as he tuned up baby, getting all hot and sweaty was making both of you desperate to give in. 

You were literally panting by the time you got into bed and you crossed your legs over each other to try and calm the way your core was tingling with desire. 

“Dean,” you groaned, you had decided driving the car wasn’t worth suffering like this, “you win.” 

“Oh thank Chuck,” he said and in an instant, he was burying his head underneath the covers and using his large hands to pry apart your legs. 

He dove in and his tongue was brushing along your delicate folds and lapping at your juices, you were so ready for him that his finger slid inside you easily and between the sucking on your clit and his hand thrusting into you, you were clenching around him quickly from being on edge all day. He slowly stopped sucking your sensitive nub and instead lightly licked you until your body had eased its way through your orgasm. 

“Well,” Dean said as he pulled the blanket off his head, “that was easy.” 

You smiled, “why don’t you let me return the favor?” 

You pushed him on the shoulder and got him to trade you places. He flopped on his back and he was already leaking precome over the front of his boxers. You palmed at his massive bulge for a moment before yanking the material up and over his hips and letting his erection spring free and you ducked your face down to lick a stripe from his base to the tip and then slowly sucked his head into your mouth. You loved the musky salty tang you got as you took him in your mouth. 

Not wanting him to come too quickly because you still wanted to feel his length inside of you, you slowed your bobbing head and pulled off with a loud pop. 

“I want to ride it,” you said as you climbed up him and straddled his hips. 

“Go for it, baby,” Dean said as he lined up his dick to your entrance. 

He hissed as you sank down on him, nice and slowly you began to rock your hips against him. Your hands pressed against his chest for leverage as you used him to balance while you bounced yourself faster and harder against him. You could hear the way his balls slapped against you as you continued to increase your speed. You were soaking wet and he slid easily in and out inside of you. Suddenly you felt the wave of your pleasure increase and you clenched your toes and arched your back as you came again. 

Only a few thrusts behind you Dean held onto your hips as he pumped his load inside of you and then the two of you collapsed into a heap of bodies. You barely had the energy to pull his softening cock from out of you and go and get yourself quickly cleaned up in the bathroom, but you forced it knowing that you would regret it later if you didn’t. 

As you climbed back into bed you thought maybe Dean had fallen asleep, instead, you were met with a soft rush of words. 

“I’m glad I won the bet, I can’t wait for tomorrow.” 

You smiled because honestly, you couldn’t wait either. 

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