#i'm 3k words in fellas

[lovebugism]

sorry for the lack of drabbles today everyworm. i got a very sudden idea for an eddie munson halloween fic and had to pour my heart and soul into it :P

it's a friends-to-lovers joint where eds helps his bff get revenge on her ex bf. featuring fake dating (kinda), sexy costumes, revenge sex, and fluffy confessions <3

[taintandviolent]

Star of the Show - Jimmy Darling x Reader

warnings: dub-con, drug usage, unprotected sex, orgy, smut (female and male receiving), reader x multiple partners (Amazon Eve and Jimmy Darling). a/n: 3k words! basically, this is uh - y'know. inspired by the orgy scene in Freakshow. this is... shamelessly also me dipping my toes into an Amazon Eve x reader fic because big tall lady make the brain go brrrrrr. that's all I can say about myself here okay? shh. also this was written after a very long bout of writer's block and exhaustion, so i'm rusty and clunky. apologies.

full fic & taglist under cut!↓ / ao3 link here! /

Warm sun filtered in through the canvas, warming your exposed limbs. Lids peeling apart, your first visual was red and white stripes, and the second visual was your own body. You’d woken up in nothing but a satin robe that didn’t belong to you. Still muzzy from sleep and whatever else you’d done, you stumbled around to find your dress and thankfully, it had been thoughtfully draped over a nearby bench. You replaced it with the robe, and made your way outside, pushing the flaps of the tent aside.

You weren’t sure how it started, or what was said specifically to cause your lapse in morals. Normally, you’d never do something like that. Honest. In fact, you were always such a good girl that if you ran home and told your friends what you thought you’d done, none of them would believe you. Not you, they’d titter. You can’t even tell a fella that you think he’s cute!

Last night, once the crowds had cleared the field, leaving nothing but crumpled tickets and popcorn bags, you remember wandering into the main tent. They were all there, the freaks. You remembered the way they’d looked at you, all of them smiling dangerously at you as you stood in your pretty mint-green sundress. For whatever reason, you’d been persuaded to take one, maybe two, maybe three, hits of whatever the nice German lady had offered to you - and that’s where it all went wrong. Or perhaps where it all went right. You didn’t remember much else after that.

Shading your eyes from the sun, you peered out into the fairgrounds. They were empty, save for the smaller tents and caravans that encircled the main big-top tent. Dabbing at your forehead with the back of your hand, you trudged through the high grasses. An eerie feeling settled over your shoulders, sending a chill down your spine despite the heat.

What had happened last night? You racked your brain. Tent full of people… German lady… that guy. The handsome guy with the … oh. Jimmy. His name was Jimmy.  

As you rounded the corner, recalling the most you had since you’d stumbled out into the morning, coincidentally, he was there. Across the field, The Lobster Boy bent down to hoist a heavy-looking bag over his shoulder before straightening back up. He caught your gaze with a grin and winked. The boyish charm he presented skilfully extracted a carnal reaction from your body. Suddenly, you remembered a whole lot more.

Last night…

As someone undressed you, carefully, you stared up at the massive inside of the tent. It seemed to go on forever. You had been looking at - no, gazing dreamily at the world through a sheer, white curtain, like the ones your mother hung up during the summer time; the ones that fluttered in the hot breeze and seemed to make the air that filtered through smell sweeter. Everyone was moving slower than they should have, and you leaned your head back on the curve of the chair, inhaling a deep breath, trying to steady yourself.

It felt like there were a dozen hands on you, petting you, skimming the ticklish flesh of your inner thighs and the crooks of your arms. Some of them were cold, some of them were clammy, and some of them felt like they didn’t belong to humans. Everyone was murmuring and someone called you an angel. You threw your head in the direction of the sound, hoping you smiled. Another person caressed your cheek, cupping it tenderly. You hmm’ed in adoration, trying desperately to discern figures. You’d never felt so venerated in your life; everyone was obsessed with you. The star of the show. 

One figure that you could recognise, solely because of the height of them was Eve. Amazon Eve. The tallest woman you’d ever seen, and possibly the most beautiful. She, who you had immediately taken a liking to during the show, was now caressing your bare chest. The delicately explorative way that she handled your breasts, rolling your nipples in her thumb and index finger made you whimper in delight, squirming helplessly on the chair. She pressed a few delicate kisses along your jawline before pulling away to look at you, letting her hands ghost over your exposed flesh. She softly trailed her fingers along your ribs and your sides, fluttered over your hips and neared your centre before sweeping back up along your stomach. Your lids drifted shut, revelling in the sensation.

“Little pretty thing,” she said, very close to your ear. Your brows lifted high on your forehead, pathetically trying to pull your eyelids open again. Eventually, the seal broke and you looked around, focusing gradually.

She was above you with one knee on the chaise, towering like a building. A building that smelled like cherries and flowers. Behind her, blurred dots of string lights, framing her like a picture. She had a pretty face and a warm hand that stroked the side of your cheek. She leaned down, pressing her lips against yours. You melted, wrapping your arms around her soft neck to bring yourself closer, and deeper into her mouth. You’d never really thought of kissing a woman, but the warm, honeyed way that she tasted had you craning your neck to follow her as she straightened up, wanting more.

Eve leaned down, kissing you again. Her large, soft hands dipped in between your legs, and as soon as she felt the slippery warmth that met her fingertips, she looked off to someone. For a fiery moment, her middle finger encircled your clit, sending shivering waves through your body. But too quickly, the moment ended, and her hands gripped your wrists, fingers overlapping as she pulled them from her neck.

“My friend Jimmy is gonna’ take care of you now. Okay, sweetheart?” As she moved off the chair, she brought your hands down to your sides where you flattened them against the textured velvet. You babbled, protesting her leaving, but she shushed you with a single finger, assuring you that she’d be right there. You didn’t want her to – a thought that tantalized you. She was so gentle, but so commanding in her motions. 

At the sound of a belt buckle clanking, your head lolled sleepily to the side, lids heavy. Jimmy? Jiiiiiiimmmy…. you tried to remember who Jimmy was, but your mind was far too busy sounding out the name syllable by syllable, repeating it over and over again like a mantra to even conjure up any mental pictures. Thankfully, standing behind her was an attractive man with thick fingers. Long fingers. But something looked off.

You lifted your head off the chair and blinked heavily, giving him a woozy, half lidded look. His caramel locks were separated with sweat, a few stray strands hanging in front of his brow. You blinked again, clearing your vision. Open pants hung at his hips. Fused fingers wrapped around the base of a thick, red-tipped cock, hand pumping it slowly to keep it hard. Though, as soon as he saw you, naked and sprawled out on one of Elsa’s luxurious chaise lounges, with your legs falling open slightly to expose your cunt, he had little issue with that. 

C’mere, doll face.

He closed in the distance between you two, letting his erection guide him like a compass to what it wanted most. Another man and Jimmy exchanged some words that you couldn’t understand. Frustrated by the lack of attention, you reached out for him sloppily, like a sleepy child. Your hand slapped the air until it found the warm fabric of his cotton undershirt.

“F-feels…. mmmff…”

He chuckled at your avidity, glancing down at you. “Alright, baby, alright…”

You looked dreamily up at him, wanting him to fall on top of you and shower you in kisses. He had the darkest eyes you’d ever seen. The darkest eyes. Like two cups of black coffee, warm and inviting.

Jimmy’s thumb found its way into your mouth, pulling your bottom jaw down to make room for his cock. With peaked brows, you mewled dreamily, wrapping your lips around his single digit and sucking hard. His skin was salty, the sweat of the day settling in the creases of his hands.

“Ohh, god damn - you’re so eager…. Suck on this instead, huh?”

Again, he used this thumb to manipulate your jaw, tugging on it. You opened it further, your tongue lolling out hungrily. The corners of your mouth were pulled upwards; you felt so good, so light and breezy. He was so handsome and you’d do whatever he wanted you to.

You blinked, watching as his cock neared closer. You’d never given a man a blowjob before. For a brief moment, your eyes were wide, pupils dilating in concern, but as soon as the head of Jimmy’s cock was hot against your tongue and warm, salty pearls of pre-cum oozing from the tip, glistening and catching the reflections of the string lights from above, you eased into the action. Your mouth stayed open, as Jimmy was the one guiding his dick inside, knowing full well you didn’t have the strength to do it yourself.

Your lids drifted shut. For a second, he felt bad. You were real out of it, but before he had a chance to dwell on it, a wanton haze consumed him as your pretty lips closed around the blisteringly hot tip, your precious flushed cheeks caving in. Inside, your tongue caressed the slit, lapping up the pre-cum like it was ice cream. You hummed around his cock as he began pumping it in and out. You may have been out of it, but boy were you going at his cock. Your tongue flattened against the thick vein on the underside of his cock, rubbing at it.

He groaned low in his throat, caressing the underside of your jaw, all the while resisting the urge to bring his hand to the back of your head and guide his cock deeper into your mouth. He was weak with arousal. In truth, he was almost embarrassed at how badly he wanted to lose it in your pink, waiting mouth.

“Baby, baby….” Jimmy’s head lolled back on his shoulders, his lids fluttering helplessly as you sucked. You mewled again, the vibrations sending a shockwave through his cock. He bucked his hips in and out of your mouth, focusing hard on the way that your plush, soft lips popped over the head every time he pulled back.

“Take her, Jimmy,” someone said. It was a male’s voice, low and gruff, a slight accent to it.

Though you didn’t know who the voice belonged to, Jimmy hurriedly obeyed it. Whether or not he wanted to stop, the reality was that you had him wound up too tight; he was ready to bust and needed to quickly change positions before the inevitable happened. Sucking in a deep breath, he withdrew his cock from your mouth. Long, sticky strands of saliva and cum strung from your lips, dribbling onto your chin. Moving quickly, Jimmy took hold of his cock and crawled onto the chaise, on top of you, looking fixedly down at your form. You hadn’t quite recovered from the position change, and needed a little help; he let go of his cock, gently pressing his fingers into your cheek, and pulling it to face him. You blinked a few times, before smiling brightly.

“ H-hii …..” You breathed, woozy. “Hi Jimmy…” You were very proud of the fact that his name came out normal. In your current state, it felt like an arduous task. “Hi Jimmy,” you said again, delighted. You laughed girlishly, and Jimmy felt a pulsing heat in his groin. He hadn’t heard a sound as sweet as that in years.

“Hey, baby…” He smiled crookedly at you. Warm and soft like honey. “You want this?”

You knew what he was asking. Your weighted gaze dropped between your bodies. The feverish, scarlet tip of his cock was leaking beads of pre-cum onto your bare tummy, bobbing heavily up and down with each breath he took. You felt your pupils dilate again, hungrily, craving the monster in front of you. You knew what it tasted like, you now wanted to feel it ripping you in two. You gave him an excited nod. The inside of your brain felt like it was jostled around by the action, so you huffed out a steadying breath.

Excited by your consent, Jimmy wasted no time and reached down. The pads of his fingers found your slick entrance, toying with it slightly to spread the slippery, clear fluid around your cunt. He slipped one of his pincers inside, bringing a gasp from your throat. “You like that?” 

You nodded again, much slower this time and reached for his bicep. Once you found it, you gripped it tightly, readying yourself for the oncoming storm. He lined his dick up and brought his eyes back to you.

“Look at me, baby.”

You did. He grinned.

Watching you, he stuffed himself inside, swallowing dryly. His eyes danced over your face, picking up all the subtle, lustful little changes; your cheeks flushed a deeper shade of red, your brows peaked together in an expression of slight discomfort, your lips parted with a delicate whimper as your slick walls swallowed him whole. This pulled a throaty groan from Jimmy. It was such a display, and for a moment, he wondered if you’d ever been with a man. How obedient and pliable you were underneath him… was that pillowy soft virginity or just the drugs kickin’ in?

Thinking was hard and instinct took over again, wiping all thoughts from his mind, save for the way you felt. You were warm and tight, clenching around his shaft. He jerked his hips up into you, protruding veins massaging your walls. Your attention dropped between you two again, eyes glazed over as his thick cock disappeared inside you, bottoming out each time.

Jimmy, on the other hand, had moved to focus on the way your tits bounced with the power of his thrusts. The visual drove him crazy. Made him hungrier. Craving your taste, Jimmy’s mouth was suddenly on yours, sloppy and hurried. His greedy tongue felt around every inch of your mouth and slipped wetly along your tongue. You did your best to keep up, tasting him all the same, but he was taking the lead. You inhaled a big breath through your nose and moaned into his mouth.

There was a cacophony of pleasure around you, coming from every direction. Wet sounds and hushed moans, peppered with lewd mutterings. Somewhere in your mind, you knew what you were a part of, what you’d stumbled into. Had you been more coherent, it might’ve embarrassed you, but the deep, carnal sounds that Jimmy was making were the only ones that mattered. Suddenly, you furrowed your brows, frowning into the kiss; someone was incessantly petting your hair and grumbling excitedly behind you. You tried to wave them away, but when you lifted your hand above your head, Jimmy reached for you, pinning your hand there.

“Mmmhh…” Breathless, Jimmy pulled away to look at you again, breath rushing out from between kiss-swollen lips. “Don’t worry about it, sweetheart.”

His hands dropped to your hips, pulling you harshly onto his cock. You winced, but pressed your legs open further, hungry for the sensation. Eve came from behind Jimmy, pausing to run her hand through his caramel coloured hair, gripping it tightly briefly before letting go. Jimmy moaned above you, and before you could protest someone took hold of your hands at the wrists, holding them firmly above your head. With a little whimper, you tried to wrestle around from them, but failed. Eve’s sweet voice came from behind the chaise then, praises drifting down atop of you. Your head rolled upwards to the sound of the woman’s voice, again trying to find it. You couldn’t, and it didn’t seem like Jimmy wanted you to. His conjoined fingers were on your face again, gently pulling you back to face him.

“Eyes on me, baby… right here… that’s it. Atta’ girl.”

You blinked a few times, refocusing on his face. His tanned skin had a blush to it now, covered in sweat. He humped you furiously, his dick slipping in and out of your weeping cunt, rocking your body back and forth. You were close, there was an unmistakable tightening in your abdomen. Jimmy seemed to know this. More than knowing it, he could feel it; the way your tight little cunt quivered, clenching tighter and tighter around him. “C’mon baby, lemme’ hear that voice of yours…”

You opened your mouth, letting the whining moans free. 

“Good girl,” Eve cooed above you. “Such a good girl…” 

 As you continued meeting Jimmy’s thrusts with moans, he picked up his pace, hands snaking around the back of your body to take greedy, punishing fistfuls of your ass. His hands were so big and seemed to envelop you entirely, kneading your soft curves like dough. He came with a low grunt, gripped you hard and pulled himself into you as he climaxed. Jimmy coated your insides like the glaze on funnel cake, and you got to feeling even woozier than before. The feeling was too much, and pushed you over the slick edge. You let out a shrill cry, pulsing around him, fighting against Eve’s grip, who held you fast. There were sounds all around you as you came, excited murmurs and whispers. As your orgasm ebbed and Jimmy softened inside of you, finally, your hands were freed, and they found Jimmy’s florid, sweaty neck, pulling your forehead to his chest.

You remembered the way his chest heaved laboriously above you with each breath, shaky with expelled lust.

You blinked, your jaw hanging slack. He was still standing there, looking at you with that syrupy flirt in his eyes. You were suddenly dizzy with need. The ache between your thighs was no longer inexplicable, and your heart thudded in your chest.

“Hey!” Jimmy called across the field, one hand extended in a friendly wave. “We oughta’ do that again sometime, baby!”

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[togegiri]

✎ᝰ ❛ WHAT IS LOVE? TELL ME JULLIET! ❜ — gojo satoru.

ੈ✩‧₊˚ featuring. teenage gojo satoru x gender neutral reader.

.ೃ࿐ WARNINGS ! gender neutral reader. you/your and they/them pronouns is used. fluff(?). angst(if you squint). slow burn(?). maybe some mischaracterization(?). — not proofread. ( 3k words )

content. Being a childhood friend of gojo satoru you're used to his antics and seen his many sides. Although a sudden attack(confession) has caught you off guard and now you are put into a spiral if you love him or not.

note. I quite didn't like the middle part although I did love writing the last part, it made me feel quite like a teen inlove.

i. a sudden attack; a confession!

"(name), I love you, and I'm serious about you," three words that you wouldn't believe that the gojo satoru would utter towards you. Your eyes widened as his blue eyes glared at you with fiery passion. Your mouth went agape as silence followed through the events.

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"eh.... EHHHHHHHH?!?" you yelled out in surprise as gojo looked at you seriously. Since when did this happen? YOU, yourself?! getting confessed?!? by your hot and handsome childhood friend?!? hahahaha are you dreaming?! yeah that's it! How did this even happen?! hahahaha... well—

—

YAAAWWWWNNN 

A loud yawn escaped your lips, your hand covering your lips as you did your actions as small tears forme the corner of your eyes. You tiredly walked your way to your shoe locker. It was unamusing morning, like everyday, you did your usual routine. Nothing out of the former. 

"morning (nickname)" a brunette girl said with a lazy smile as you nodded at her greeting, "morning ieri," she smiled as walked towards her shoe locker which was near yours. Opening the shoe locker your eyes widened for a little, there laid a love letter above your slipper. Seeing your figure not moving to take your slippers, Shoko ieri looked curiously at your locker. "Is that a confession letter?"

Her question brought you back to reality. You sigh at this, "probably a prank or something," the brunette pretty girl sighs at this. "You can't say that maybe the person is genuine," you took the letter slowly opening it. "Yeah, maybe, but I doubt it is," 

Dear (name) (last),

I'm not very good at my words and you know that well, I'm an idiot when it comes to love but I wanna tell you these feelings of mine. if its not too much please meet me at the back of the school. Because I want to tell you this in person not by a letter.

Signed, gojo satoru.

Your brows raised as Shoko looked at you curiously, "what it says?" folding the letter again you put it away as you took your slippers, "gojo wants to see me at the back of the school."

"Are you going?" Shoko asks as she walks alongside you curious on what's your answer. Gojo satoru is nothing but a mere childhood friend of yours so as a good friend you might as well see this prank of his, "yeah sure."

Shoko chuckles, "your tone indicates to me that you seem to be not interested at all, why? it's a love letter from the gojo satoru," to which you chuckled. "Him? maybe he's pranking me again, I mean with this face of mine seriously?" Shoko raised a brow at you, downplaying yourself. Frowning a little, "but you aren't that bad you know, your pretty, who knows maybe he is in love with you,"

You looked at her weirdly at this, "did you know about this?" you asked, squinting your eyes at her. Shoko sweatdropped at this, "I didn't know it but I doubt its a prank," 

"fine then, I'll go there right now and make you see it's a prank," 

shoko smirked, "bet,"

Thus you walked your way to the back of the school ready to prove the brunette girl wrong. Afterall in your eyes gojo satoru is a fella you only see as a cheeky little brat ever since you two were kids. You were sure that this was a prank. I mean him? inlove? to you? talk about fantasy. 

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"(name), I love you, and I'm serious about you,"

Your whole face feels hot. Your whole body feels like it's high on sugar as you look at gojo who just declared his love for you. "W- wait sato-kun you sure that this isn't ummm a mistake? are you sure this isn't a prank? hahaha... wheres the cameras at?" 

The albino haired male eyes widen at this as he pouts, "I'm serious (name)! I'm really serious about you!" he said in a serious manner. Offended a little as you have doubted his love for a mere prank. your heart skipped a beat at this as you feel words stuck on your throat. Your mouth is trying to form words but instead nothing comes out.

"s-... satoru.. can— can I have some few days to tell you my reply?'' Satoru smiles at you. It was so uncharacteristically gentle, too gentle, too warm. Even if you have seen his many smiles, why did this make your heart beat faster? Why did it make your legs feel like jelly? Why did it make your head feel headaches in a good way? He nods his head, "I'll wait for you (name), I won't easily give up you know!"

With that you walked away, running with a face feeling hotter than any summer you have been. With that left satoru alone.

"I won't give up that easily (name)," 

ii. tell me juliet, what is love?

"Boo!" a small child said to another one popping randomly on a closet of the small bedroom. "Eek!" the small child said tripping accidentally on the floor. The gojo heir giggles, "I got you!" he pointed with a cocky smirk towards you.

You pouted pointing your little fingers at him, "no I got you, we were playing hide and seek and I saw you that mean I won!" the child whined at this, "eeeh? no! no! I win because uhmm... I got you by suprise! so I win! haha!" he gives out a boisterous laugh making you pout more, “fine but your it now!” 

The gojo heir smirked, “this will be an easy win then,” 

“eeeeh? what do you mean easy?! I have you know that I played hide and seek and won multiple times with my mom!” you tried to boost pouting glaring at the albino haired child as he looked at you with doubt filled his blue eyes, “I doubt that (last)-san must be just going easy on you!” 

“no she isn't!”

“yes she is!”

“then lets settle this with rock paper scissors match, three rounds, whoever has the most wins is telling the truth!” you declared pointing at him standing up glaring, “bring it on weakling!” 

Thus the start of the match, you two held out your hands as you waved it up, “rock paper scissors!” 

first match, (name): 1 gojo: 0

You giggled happily as you got him, your fingers forming a scissor while his was paper. Gojo pouted, "there's still two more round don't get cocky!" you giggled at this, "yeah, yeah," thus another round commence.

"rock paper scissors!" a point for gojo, which he smirked. You pouted, his fingers were formed as a rock while yours was formed into a scissors. 

gojo: 1 (name): 1 

You pouted as gojo glared at you, there seems to electricity flying around the aid as the round of the last rock paper scissor commence. 

"rock, paper, scissors!"

You won! YOU WON! 

gojo: 1 (name): 2 

Gojo's hand formed a rock while yours was paper, your eyes widened as it sparkled. Your aura filled with happiness as you jumped, "yippee! I won! I won!" the gojo heir only looked at you with a pout and glare. Clearly salty at his loss. “Hmp! you won because I went easy!” 

“bleeeh you're a loser! I won fair and square!”

—

Gojo satoru, lost to a rock paper scissor match was one of your fondest memories. Why? because you can boast about it and make him be annoyed about the many times he has lost to a rock paper and scissors match, to you. The so-called strongest getting lost, to you? What a way to boast about it.

You sipped in your strawberry milk. In a trance as Shoko looked at you weirdly. Sweat dropping comically at your daze appearance, “(name)? (naaaameeee)?” she waved her hand on your eyes as she sighs seeing your daydreaming state. 

“(name)!” she yells your name making you flinch and got out of your daze like state, “shoko what should I do?!” you said out of panic grabbing her shoulder starting to sweat bullets, “I don't know what should I do?! what- what if our friendship is broken off after this?? I can't let that happen! I don't even know if I love him like that shokooooo!” you whined, shaking her making the brunette pretty girl dizzy. 

“CALM DOWN!! YOU'RE MAKING ME PANIC!” she yelled at you as you immediately stopped at this, putting your hand at your hair. Messing it up as you feel migraines in this situation. Do you love him? of course you do, your friends since childhood, it was natural for you to love your friends but do you love him in that way? that you don't know, you don't know. 

“how did he fall in love with me even…” you mumbled unconsciously making shoko raise a brow at this, “so you're telling me you haven't noticed his heart eyes?” you tilt your head in confusion as your (color) eyes look at her in confusion. “What do you mean?” she couldn't help but laugh at this. 

You pouted, feeling confused, “hey! what do you mean by that!” Shoko laughs and laughs, amused at these events. “Well, for example he would always clingy and kind off be overprotective to you whenever we're on missions together,” 

“isn't that just normal for him?”

“no, remember one of our missions?” 

— 

“They say the curse always targets young women at night, so I could volunteer as bait for it,” you say nonchalantly, making the taller male besides you whine, “no! no way!” he hugs you close making you irritated, “satoru its a mission,” 

“Then let's be bait together!” you sigh at his childish demeanor, “satoru..” you grumble his name as he didnt let go of you pouting and glaring at you. With a defeated look, you sigh, “fine, but you gotta look like a girl too,” 

“That's a-okay!” 

Suguru and Shoko looked at the dumb buffoon and each other as they rolled their eyes at this. 

—

“He was just being him?” you say in a questioning tone as shoko looked at you with a defeated look, “your a dumbass,” 

“HEY! that's rude!” you pouted glaring at her as shoko shrugged her shoulders. “I still don't know how he fell in love with me..” you look at her helplessly as she waved her hand, “don't ask me that I'm not gojo,” 

“Shokoooo…” you whined her name as she sighs, patting your head, “you can do it,” with that simple encouragement you sigh, closing your eyes. What should you do? you sigh again. 

iii. Romeo, oh Romeo, tell me what love is? 

If gojo satoru were to ask how he fell in love with you, he would go on and on about it. How you would scold him whenever he does something reckless, how you would pat his head gently holding him close, how you would smile at him with adoration. There was many but there was one thing he could never forget when you two met when you two but a mere child.

A small gojo heir walked around their house with no purpose at all. The tatami floor creaked as he looked around though stopped with his tracks as he saw a little child. Looking like his age crying, sniffling, he was pretty sure that person doesn't belong to this household nor were they a servant. “Oi, what are you doing here?”

He asked rather rudely as he looked at them with a stoic look. The crying child looked at them sniffling, “c- can you help me please… I lost my daddy,” you hiccuped as he awkwardly looked at you. Turning into a chibi as he tries to talk to you as he was not used to being a child his age. “oh umm… w- wanna play ball with me?” He asks, maybe distractions can make them stop crying he thought.

“okay..” you sniffled as he took your hand gently leading you to their garden. Taking a ball that was placed in the corner he looked at you, “uhmm I'm gonna pass you to it okay,” you nodded as he awkwardly throw the ball to you. Catching it you gently threw it to me making you smile a bit. Seeing you stop crying the heir sighs in relief as he passes the ball with a small smile.

The play went on for hours. The game differs everytime you two deemed it as boring. The albino child laughing as you lose, feeling angry as you win at some game, the two of you being petty to each other. It ranges from ball throwing to tag, hide and seek, hopscotch, and many more. 

“(name)! there you are!” a voice came stopping you mid way to your play as you looked at the voice knowing who the owner of the voice is. “Daddy!” you said excitedly running to him with a smile. The albino child looked at this with a bitter feeling seeing you go away while playing with him. 

“Daddy! look! I made a friend! His name is satoru!” you said with pride leading him to satoru was standing making him flinch, his eyes widening. A friend? He has never had a friend before, solely because his clan is too strict on him. They deemed it as a distraction. This made him feel something warm in his heart, something hot and warm like a pancake. Fluffy and filled with sweetness of the overfilling syrup.

“Daddy, can I play with him again? please? I promise to be good,” the gojo heir was out of his trance as he heard your words. Looking at you with widened eyes as you plead to your father to meet him again, to play with him. “S- sweetie can you ask satoru—” before the older male said anything gojo cut him off, “I don't mind, (name) lets play again!” 

He says uncharacteristically enthusiastically as he smiles at you making you grin, “see daddy! he doesn't mind! please please!” the older (last) seeing this smile, “I'll see what I can do, for now lets go home the meeting is done,” 

“awwwwe…” you whined, feeling sadden. “Satoru, wait for me, okay?! We'll play again, bye bye!” with that you and your father walked away as he waved goodbye feeling happiness overfilling him. 

You were the only one who made him felt normal. Someone who's a human being and a child. Being there for him through thick and thin, it was inevitable for him to fall in love with you. 

—

“You confessed, didn't you?” 

“yep,” 

Geto suguru let out a loud laugh, “don't tell me you cracked after them not getting your hints,” the gojo heir pout rolling his eyes at this. “Shut up, it was getting irritating you know,” he sighs as geto looks at him laughing. “You would do it if your love hints are getting misunderstood too…”

“that's true I'd be irritated and just straight up confess,” geto nodded his head seemingly done with his laugh. The gojo heir pouts looking at the sky, “I'm seriously serious about them… I don't want them to smile at anyone other than me, it irritates me.” 

The raven haired male looked at his best friend with a smile, “I'm sure you got your feelings across, now you just have to wait,” he nodded at this remembering their embarrassed face, making satoru smile. “Yeah I'm not planning on giving up even if I'm rejected after all.”

iv. Like a fairytale.

On the night of jujutsu high tech. There you sat on the roof, feeling the cold breeze as the moon lit your vision. You loved being alone on ”You know it's kind of cold up here,” knowing whose voice is this you chuckled slightly. “Yeah, kind of off is, I don't mind though.”

Gojo sat down beside you admiring the view as he slowly put his head down to your shoulder. It was as if nothing had happened to you two as you let his head rest on you. Your heart beats as the silence continues on, “ne satoru…” 

Satoru looked at you, his blue eyes staring at your own (color) eyes. “In truth… I don't know,” the teenage male hummed as he slowly took your hand intertwining both of your fingers to his own. Feeling his rather bigger hands to yours, “I don't know satoru… Do I love you? Do I not love you? feelings are so irritating to understand, I don't know,” 

Slowly he kissed the back of your hand catching you off guard. Your eyes widened at this as you felt his lips touch your hand as he looked at you with a warm smile. It's soft and warm, just what are you feeling right now. You feel your face hot as words stuck in your throat, “that doesn't mean yes, but that also doesn't mean no, so there's a chance for you to love me the way I do, so you don't mind me drowning you with my love… right?” 

He tilted his head asking the question making you pout, “that's unfair, satoru,” he chuckles at this, “sorry, but it's your fault for being too adorable,” you pouted more at this as you squeezed his hand a little. Sighing at the situation you have gotten yourself into.

“I'll make sure your heart only beats for me (name),” he declared, kissing your hand again as feel your face getting hotter by the minute. The moonlight hitting his face made him look more handsome than he ever is. As his eyes looked at you adoringly. For in his mind seeing you all shy and flustered makes you look like something out of a fairytale. Someone fairer than snow white that the evil queen would be mad and try to kill you instead. 

“O- okay…” you nodded your head, stuttering out a reply. Love is complicated, you thought as satoru let out a happy giggle. Although it was worth it to learn. You just hope whatever you may feel in the end may not hurt him or yourself. 

[twinksrepository]

A Valentine's Day treat. Well more like night after

Rating: 18+ Minors DNI

Pairing: Dante X F!Reader

CW: Food play, P in V sex, teasing, bad puns

Word count: Roughly 3K 

A/N: It's been a few months since you started dating the silly pizza man, and fail to keep that on the down low when it's Valentine's Day and one of your co-workers pesters you about dating the man but being at work. Good thing Lady is giving Dante a hard time as well. Well maybe after your shift you can find a way to have some fun with your boyfriend. 

The third of my Valentine’s Day fics.

Quirking your nose as you scrawl out the last of your notes before handing them off for entry in the system you let out a long exhale. It’s not even ten pm and you’ve already dealt with four accidentally swallowed rings, three broken noses, and two stabbings. The stabbings were a little normal for the emergency department but the rings weren’t. 

“I don’t understand why people just can’t propose like normal people, why do they put it in food Doctor?” You snort shaking your head as one of the orderies rubs at her temple. 

“People want to be different, if they knew how often people miss the ring dropped in their champagne glass because of nerves they might try something else.” Signing your name before looking at the next person on the triage list and reading what happened. “Like this person. They tried chocolate mousse, I’ll give them a point for originality.”

“Me. Hey Doc?” Letting out a hum as you double check to make sure you don't hand anyone higher up on the priority list to check with. “How come you're here tonight and not out with that man of yours?” 

You feel your nose quirking again. “Which man would that be?” Attempting to avoid eye contact as you do know exactly who they're talking about. Your silly pizza loving man with a knack for killing the demonic, even if most people think he's just a regular handy man of sorts. 

“Funny. That broad shoulders white haired fella. Damien or something.” 

“Dante” you wince as the correction slips from your mouth with ease. 

“Him!” Grinning like the cat that ate the canary at catching you. “Come on, I've seen the two of you out around town. He's a hottie. Why aren't you out with him instead of in here dealing with the chaos of proposals gone wrong?” 

You laugh hearing how the night in the ER has been going so far it sounds about right. “He's working tonight, besides I'd rather cover this night over New Year's and the Fourth of July anytime.” Winking before you head down the hallway with your clipboard, hoping this couple is a lot calmer than the last. 

“Explain how I'm a bad boyfriend!” Dante was pissed as he swung the rebellion slicing one of the lizard like demons in half sending Lady a look of bewilderment. 

“If you were a good one I wouldn't have to explain it.” Snarking back as she unloaded a few rounds into her own quarry before shaking her head at him. “You really are terrible with women, at this rate the pretty little doctor is gonna leave you. Working on Valentine's Day.” 

“It's just a sappy day to give chocolates, if she wants to leave me over that then fine!” Slicing another demon and dodging having a set of talons driven through his back. As much as he said that the smaller voice I'm his head was screaming. No. It wasn't fine. She was his and it didn't matter what day it was he should be balls deep in her, making sure she smelt of him and sex. 

“You really are an idiot.”

“Whatever Lady. Are we finishing this job you asked for my help for or not?” He'd rather focus on a fight than the way his pants were growing tighter. Damn libido.

As you left the hospital that morning, well 3 am, you couldn’t help but swing into the nearest 24 hour store to grab a few grocery items for yourself and saw a few items that made you smirk. A package of chocolate dipped and plain strawberries, grabbing them before heading to the devil may cry office with a can of whipped cream and a terrible plan. 

Trying the door to find it unlocked and slinking inside, a good sign that Dante is home otherwise you would have had to try and dig through your bag for the spare key he’d given you. “Dante!” If the lights in the main office hadn’t of been on you wouldn’t have called out, but if it is on then it’s a good sign your handsome man is still awake. 

“Backroom Babe!” Well, that answers that, heading towards the door that hides a short hallway ending in a minuscule kitchen. The main level of the office doesn't have much besides the front area itself which takes up the bulk of the floor space, there is a second bathroom that you’re certain before you entered his life was the only one Dante used. Well used being an operative word. 

Stepping into the space and finding the white haired man holding a small glass filled with amber liquid. “That kind of night huh?” You snort laying your paper bag of goodies on the the tiny counter before dropping your overnight bag to the floor and approaching him. 

“Any night that involves Lady is one of those kind of nights.” Rolling his eyes before taking a sip of the drink and setting his eyes on you. “Didn't think I'd see you this early, thought you were working the ER tonight?” 

“I was.” Lifting your arms to drop them over his broad neck and play with some of the longer white hairs at the back of his head and leaning closer. His jacket is draped over the chair you suspect would snap if anyone sat in it so your arms are able to rest more against him instead of the leather. “My shift finished about an hour ago and I didn't have a lot of paperwork to do. How was your night?” 

Raising his drink between your bodies you watch him quirk a brow as if surprised you asked “Shit so far. Now that you're here though.” Hooking two of his fingers in one of the belt loops of your pants and tugging you a little closer to him. “It seems to be getting better.” 

Tossing the rest of his drink back before sliding the empty glass behind him and dropping his hand on your hip you get the hint and push up on your toes as he leans closer to you. Only for your senses to be flooded by the smell of rancid copper and things you'd rather not think about. Sharply pulling away from him. “You smell like ass” Waving your hand in front of your nose as you screw up your face at him.

“I got home maybe ten minutes before you walked in!” His tone is haughty as he lifts his hands exasperated by your reaction, and for a moment you're distracted by the shift of his shirt and the hint of pale skin. 

“You need a shower if you want a kiss.” Shaking your head at him and hiding that you had been distracted by his body. “Or the other treat I have for you.” You might be annoyed that his first thought was a drink before getting cleaned but his lifestyle wasn't focused on getting the grim off his body right away for the longest time. 

Hearing you mention a treat, however, has his mood shifting and a smirk on his handsome face “A treat huh? Do I get a hint?” Wiggling his eyebrows as his gaze roves over your body, making you flush in response. 

“I don't wanna ruin the surprise but let's say trying something new.” Giving him a wink as he grabs his coat and starts to walk past you. “Only clean good little boys are going to get it though.” 

Roaring with laughter as he turns on his feet facing you as he walks away. “Guess I'm outta luck. Even with a shower, I'm zero outta three on that list.” Dropping his hand to his crotch just before stepping out of sight. “Especially the little part.” 

You can't help but laugh as he slips away, waiting until you hear either the water running from the downstairs bathroom or the creek of the stairs as he heads to the upper level. It's the creaking of the stairs that you hear, grinning as you wait another moment before placing your food for tomorrow in the fridge. At least you don't have to worry about something trying to crawl out of the neglected device. This time. 

Keeping the strawberries and whipped cream with you as you headed out to the main part of the office once more, checking the main door was locked before taking the stairs. It was more for your own peace of mind than anything else, if something wanted to go after Dante a metal bolt wasn't going to stop it. 

Hearing the shower run as you reach the top of the landing you slow, pondering for a moment if you should join him or just jump into your own little surprise. You did have a quick shower before you left work because you hated the smell of the antiseptic on your skin, but the idea of rubbing your hands over his wet chest are hard to ignore. Giving your head a shake you keep walking, if you don't commit to what you have planned you'll never try it, and Dante likes surprises in the bedroom. 

Leaning across the bedspread as you hear the sound of his footsteps you grin to yourself before swallowing to try and settle your face. As the door swings open you try to get your expression sorted out so you aren’t a blushing mess, trying to aim for sultry. 

Dante has a towel thrown over his head missing your expression and one slung around his waist, except he has the size of them backward. The larger one over his head and the smaller struggling to remain tied around his waist with how thick his thighs are and your little plan to try and seduce him fails as your jaw drops a little. “Maybe it’s me who’s getting the treat instead of you. Big boy.” Tacking on the last word to get him to lift his head. 

At least your little plan worked as his composure snaps for a moment as he stares at you, his eyes following the trail of whipped cream along the lines of your stomach from your covered core up to your tits. “Babe.” A hard swallow and it’s clear as the towel around his hips flutters from something hidden underneath that he’s getting aroused. “Are those strawberries on your tits?” 

“I figured since it was too late to get you a sundae I’d try and be one instead.” Trailing an index finger along part of your stomach and scooping some of the cream up before sticking the digit in your mouth and sucking on it hard enough to hollow your cheeks. That towel around his waist stood no chance as his cock hardens and sticks up from the edge, raising the fabric as if his dick is peeking out at you. “Sorry, but it’s the best I could do on such short notice.” 

Using one of his hands to pull the towel from around his shoulders and letting it drop to the floor with a wet smack your covered core throbs. His eyes are wild and you can see his neck flexing as his jaw works. Too bad all his attempts are undone by the way his length keeps twitching as it arches from between his legs. “I don’t see any ice cream unless you’re hiding it under that pretty body of yours.” 

Striding closer before he stops. Dante is far from unobservant and the man has noticed your own gaze keeps landing between his legs. “For some reason, I don’t think you have any for me. Not with the way your eyes keep looking at this fine display.” With a snap of his fingers, the towel is gone and you can’t help the little noise of satisfaction you let out at his naked body. He’s fit and knows it, surprising with his terrible diet, but you can’t get enough of it. 

“You’re right. I wanted some meat tonight.” Winking at him before spreading your legs, showing him the damp spot on your underwear. “I think you should come get your dessert before it gets too warm though.” Adding a small whine at the end as you want to feel his skin against yours, or his tongue. Really he can remove the fruit and cream covering your torso anyway he wants to. 

“I’m surprised you didn’t cover your pussy in cream too.” Snorting as he closes the final distance and you feel his bed dip as he joins you. 

“I might be willing to try food play but I am not having anything go in my pussy that isn’t sanitized.” 

“Sorry Doc, I gotta call you out on that one.” Running one of his large hands along your thigh before snapping your underwear with his finger. “My tongue and fingers go in there all the time.” You roll your eyes and reach a hand out to try and get him to pay more attention to your body. 

“Funny Dante. Honestly though. Do you want to lick or help me clean this up? The cream really is starting to run.” A chuckle before he moves, throwing a leg over your body and settling so he straddles your form, sliding down a little as his hands come to rest beside your body. 

“I think I can help with that problem.” Lowering his head to where the cream is starting to run just below your naval and licking a wide strip along the stream of white painted on your body. Right away you moan, the heat from his tongue chasing the chill that was seeping into your skin has you shuddering. “I’d have rathered lick at another cream though.” Lapping his tongue up your body and following the trail up your belly, all the while your hands are roaming across his back. It’s hard to stay still under him as you react to his closeness, your muscles shifting in delight at the texture of his tongue, and the way his breath fans out across your tummy. Rubbing your thighs together the slightest amount as you grow wetter the closer his head gets to one of your breasts. 

Almost there and your clit throbs and your body tenses. 

Laughing when he shoves his face between both of your boobs, covering the sides of his face in the cream before looking up at you. “Wanna taste my cream now?” Wiggling his eyebrows and you aren’t sure where the cream ends and his hair starts. 

“You’re so cheesy Dante.” 

“No. But I can go get some spray cheese if you’d rather lick that up.” Shuffling and grabbing one of the strawberries to pop in his mouth before dipping his face towards yours. As his lips connect with yours you don’t bother trying to respond to him verbally, instead letting one hand slide up along the muscles of his back and tangling in his hair. Parting your lips and moaning into him as his tongue darts out to lick the inside of your mouth, tasting some of the cream and strawberry juice on him. It isn’t a long kiss as he pulls away and grabs the other strawberry, holding it to your lips and offering it to you. 

“I ate two chocolate covered ones earlier. Those two were for you.” Smirking up at him as he rolls his eyes, tossing it in his mouth before reaching for the floor to grab the towel and wipe the cream off his face and one of your tits.

“I’ll remember that for next time.” Going in for another quick kiss making you gasp as he rolls his hips against yours, certain you could feel some of the fluid dripping from his tip smear against your belly. “Now to clean up this remaining mess the way you wanted.” The movement of his tongue is different this time, short quick swipes as he works his way up around to the tip of your nipple. Understanding why he cleaned the other off as he starts to circle his rough thumb against the hard nub, an involuntary roll of your hips as you sigh. The burning in your core grows hotter under his touch. 

Another whine as he ignores the tip of the nipple under his mouth, his lips kissing the edge of the skin now instead of lapping at it as if it’s some sort of divine nectar instead of cheap whipped cream from a can. A few more rolls of your hips as you try to edge him on, wanting more from the white haired man however he is having none of it. 

“Seems like this was more a treat for you than me.” The hand that had been massaging your other tit is now at your hip keeping you from moving while he leans more of his weight on the arm he has resting beside you as he licks everywhere but the point of your breast. Making low grunts and groans as he laps at your skin, tilting his head to make eye contact, and once he does he sends you a look that you can only describe as sinful. 

“Dante, please. No more teasing.” Doing your best to plead with him as your body thrums, you want him and you’ll do anything at this point to get it. “It was just a silly idea.” 

“Lucky for you.” Dipping his head and flicking the hard flesh with his tongue at last. “I like silly.” The hand at your hip pushing your underwear to the side and pushing his way inside your tight heat, while at the same time sucking on your tit like it’s the last thing he’s going to do. 

Your reaction is immediate as you scream his name, your back arching and pressing your chest more into his mouth as you cum around his tip that’s barely part way inside of you. His fingers circle your clit while keeping the thin fabric that divided your bodies away from your core as he works more of himself into you, trying to drag out your orgasm as long as he can. 

Growling as you respond, dragging your fingers down his shoulders and trying to press more of his body down to yours lost in the sensation before you’re panting from the overstimulation. Dante stops the movement of his fingers and lifts his head from your now abused breast, smirking at the indent of his teeth in your supple skin and the bruise forming there. Once you calm down he’ll rip those panties off your hips and fuck you for real. For now, he’s content feeling the tremors of your walls along his length while you recover from your first release of the night. 

“Guess I’m not that bad of a boyfriend after all.” 

[brothebro]

Fellas i believe I'll go for a word count personal record for a chaptered fic for this new Grayson chapter

I'm at 1k and i still have 6 scenes left to write

Which means

Give or take 3k more 🤡✌️

Why is Jason such a wordy bastard

[misguidedasgardian]

Kinktober V

For the band

MASTERLIST

Chapter Summary: Being sacrificed in a satanic ritual by a rock band wasn't what you had in mind when your friend invited you to party with her. But now, you are going to enjoy it

Pairing: Dark!Bucky Barnes x Demon!FemaleReader x Dark!Steve Rogers x Dark!Thor x Dark!Sam Wilson // MAIN Dark! Bucky Barnes x reader

Chapter Warnings: Cursing, Human Sacrifice, satanic rituals (made up by me), DARK DARK DARK, cannibalism? (she munches at someone's neck, no more, I will marked it up like this (…) just in case you wanna skip it), BLOOD, GORE, alcohol and drug consumption, underage alcohol consumption (reader is 20), oral sex (m receiving), some girl on girl action (starring Nat, kisses and groping), foursome (3m 1f), double penetration

+18 please.

Word Count (Chapter): 3k

Notes: After all the other one shots, I wanted to give the Reader some power, she deserves it muajaja I must say she is more like a vampire, I wanted her to eat someone up but that didn't settle right with me, I also made up the satanic ritual because I honestly got scared of google satanic rituals hahaha

Inspired by: Horror movie “Jennifer's Body” (an icon if you ask me)

“I'm not dressed for a concert” you murmured, “Less for a party”

“You look cute, all innocent and shit” said your friend between her applying her mascara, “Bad boys dig that” you had the christening of your nephew that day, and you had put on the nicest and most good girl dress you had. flower pattern, a very correct neckline, Not very much your style but it pleased the family

You friend had convinced you to join her into a rock concert, it was in a local bar, and apparently, all the boys in the band were “scrumptious” and “I´ll let them bang me in a alley, yeah that kind of hot” according to your friend

“Ok let's do it!” she yelled, excited out of her mind. She drove you both with her parents car to the bar on the outskirts of the city

It turns out she was right, they were all very very handsome, hot, big and muscular.

The lead singer was known as Bucky, his stubble in a glass cutting jaw, those deep greyish blue eyes, that long hair he constantly combed back with his fingers, he was hot hot hot. You could have sworn he looked at you and winked, but you could have dreamt it, the only shot of tequila you had playing tricks on you

The guitarist was called Steve, a thick blond beard, dirty blonde long hair, arms filled with tattoos, piercing blue eyes that seemed to find you amongst the ten people crowd. thick and tall body

Sam, the bass player, short black hair, stubble on his jaw, thick muscles, arms for days, his muscles tensed at the rhythm of the bass, a playful smile that made your knees go weak.

Thor, big blond fella, played the drums like thunder, nordic like tattoos decorating both his thick arms, long blonde hair held in a low messy bun, short beard

“I'm really into Sam” whispered your friend to you, “I think I caught him staring at me” you wanted to tell her that was probably because she was the prettiest woman in the room, and the rest of the crowd consisted in very hairy cowboy-like men, and you two were the only girls there, well, there was another table with some older women in the back, who weren´t paying any attention at the band, you think one of them actually yelled “who the fuck are those? shut the fuck up”

They played four rock songs, nothing very memorable, but you had a good time, as the older brother of a friend of yours kept sneaking beer for you and your friend

When they gave their last accord and finished playing, your friends and yours screams and claps were the only thing audible

“Bucky totally wants to bang you” your friend whispered to you, “He looked at you all the time”

“I don't believe that” you murmured back

Since they were finished, you were ready to leave, but you didn't count on your friend almost jumping over the small stage to fan all over Sam. You felt your cheeks heated when you saw her almost on top of him, while the poor man tried to put away his bass

“Hey you” you jumped when you felt the shape of a thick male on your side, yout turned softly to find yourself in front of Bucky himself

“Hey” Oh god it was so embarrassing, being here like a fangirl, when you had never heard about this band called “The wolfpack” what the hell was that creep name anyways?

“And what might be the name of our faithful fangirl?”he asked with a husky voice, and a smirk that made you feel tingles on your belly

“(Y/N)” you said shyly

“I´m james” with a wide smile, he offered you his hand to shake

After sharing a couple of drinks with him, you are being careful of always taking your time so you had two beers when he had like 5 scotches. Your friend had left with Sam, she winked at you as she did

He convinced you to go back with him, his bandmates were gone and he told you they were having an after party in the motel they were staying at

. . .

“I thought this was an after party” you said shyly, as you realised the only ones there were the band, and you. You were uncomfortable as you eyed empty bottles of various kinds of alcohol, and white powder you could only assume it was coke, on top of the table

“It is, doll” purred Bucky, placing his big hands in your shoulders

“Oh, well, it's late and I…” you tried to move yourself from Bucky, but he grabbed you tighter, “should go”

“Don't be such a buzzkill” said Thor, handing you a beer. You wanted to not seem so innocent, and whatnot, so you grabbed the beer, already open, and you gave it a sip

“That's my girl” Bucky purred in your ear making you shiver, “Let's go get some alone time” you smiled at him and nodded, as he took your hand and dragged you to his room, that was the last one in a small hallway. his room was a mess but you didn't seemed to care as you felt the warmth in your belly increasing, oh boy you were so horny

You entered the room and he wasted no time to softly grabb you and kiss you “I thought you wanted to spend some time alone” he purred, and you giggled as you helped him get rid of his leather jacket. You let him get you out of your dress, leaving you only in your underwear. He smiled at you so softly he felt confident and safe in his arms. You helped him get rid of that shirt that smelled like cheap beer and cigars, and you softly touched his chiseled chest

“I did” you said smiling widely, so he wouldn't notice how embarrassed you were

“You are so sweet and pure” he whispered, while admiring you, you felt your cheeks heated and suddenly you were all too aware of your body. He wasn't right though, you have done your share of wild. He grabbed you softly and his lips met yours.

You had to admit this isn't what you expected when you wanted to hook up with a rockstar, you expected some wild toxic sex

Suddenly you were on the bed, Bucky shirtless on top of you, still with his jeans on. He suddenly grabbed your wrist and dragged it to the headboard of the bed

“Let me do this” he purred, and suddenly you saw a rope. Your breath got stuck in your chest when you saw him tying up your wrist until it burned. And you were so curious you let him grab your other wrist.

Spoke too soon

“Wait” you called, visibly worried, “I'm not into this” Bucky tied your wrist tightly with a thick rope and to the headboard

“Have you ever done this before?” he purred, you thought he was asking about the ropes

“No I havent” you murmured, you thought he was going to take pity of you, but instead he grabbed your ankle, that received the same treatment as your wrists and you were left there tied up spread eagle on the bed

“Bucky I'm not comfortable” you cried, getting exponentially scared by each passing second

“Don´t worry darling, I´ll let you go in no time”

His bandmates got into the room and you tried to get loose from the binds, but is was useless

“What's happening?” you murmured, oh no, you were so scared and your body so tight it hurt, “Bucky?” that man only looked at you with fondness

“Damn” cursed Steve, “What did you do to this one? She is like in love with you”

“Let's move this along” he said, suddenly his face wasn't soft and nice anymore, it was emotionless as marble

“What's going on?” you cried, when Thor got a bowl of salt with him, and started using to poured it all over the floor

“You are going to help us sweety” said Steve with a sick smile, “We are going to be famous thanks to you”

“What? How?”

“You are our virgin offering to the dark lord” said Thor like it was the most normal thing in the world

“What!?” they were maniacs, insane people

You looked terrified the shape was forming in the floor was a pentagon

“I'm not a virgin!” you yelled, “I´ve been fucking all around” you cried, shit, and you weren´t lying, “You psycotic motherfuckers!”

“SHUT THE FUCK UP!” yelled Steve, as he was lighting up candles all over the room

“It is too bad that we can´t give her a squeeze before we offer her” admire Thor

“I'm not a virgin” you cried, “I swear!” your were sobbing at this point, trying and failing to free yourself from the ropes binding your limbs

“C´mon, look at the way you're dressed, and the way you move around, you are clearly a virgin” accused Steve

“I had a christening today that's why”

“Oh she is a catholic, even better” purred Steve, Bucky was awfully quiet, watching all of this unravel in front of him

“Are you going to kill me?” you asked, and you whimpered when Bucky, still half naked turned around to take a knife out of the only furniture in the room, “NO!” you yelled, “No please don't do this”

“Did I miss anything?” the last band member, Sam entered through the door

“You almost didn't make it” growled Thor

“Well, her friend was giving me the best blowjob of my life” he purred with a wicked smile

“Are you going to kill her too?” you asked, sobbing

“Doll you are not gonna die” said Steve, caressing your face in a sickly manner, “You are going to live on by the dark lord's side”

“Noo please”

“It's all ready” murmured Thor, as he took the salt and drew all over you the remnants of the star

“I swear I'm not a virgin, please you can check it” you sobbed, god you didn't wanted to die

“Even so close to death she wants to get fingered” laughed Thor, “I'm more than happy to oblige”

“We need her scared and mad” said Steve, “Not cockdrunk”

Suddenly rage surpassed fear, “If all this crap is true” you threatened, “I´m going to come back and I will fuck you all up”

“Dark lord, we make this offering”

The last thing you remembered was Bucky holding that knife in the air over you

“Hail Satan!” they chanted all

It's been two days after they offered you and threw your body in the banks of the river

He didn't feel any different. He thought something was going to happen by now

He almost felt sad, you were cute, and nice, his cock was so hard while he was singing in that crappy bar and you were looking up at him with those doe like eyes

He fisted the hair of the woman between his legs and pull his half hard dick out of her mouth, but when she look back at him, he could have sworn he saw your face smiling wickedly at him. he jumped on his couch, terrified

“Get the fuck out” he growled, the eyes of that girl filled with tears and she left the camper without more words, crying

She wasn´t you

But you were not coming back, the only thing he hoped was that it worked

fuck

To make it worth it

You felt your body burning, like a fire consuming your flesh, consuming all of you. You moved to try to quench that fire, but you found yourself restrained. You kept moving around but it didn't budge, you were tied up.

You opened your eyes but couldn't see much as your vision was clouded and blurry.

That same fire seemed to get worsen, but it didn't hurt you, it was more of an adrenaline to give you the strength to get released from your invisible shackles

You draw a sharp breath as you rise yourself from the floor. And you find yourself with the remnants of a rope they used to tie you up, you looked around to find you were covered with mud, in the banks of the river that made your city so famous

“Those sons of bitches” you cursed. You were in an underwear that now was ruined, so you stood up, from the mud, and started walking through the woods

You didn't feel anything, not pain, not soreness, not cold, but this heat that keeps creeping out on you

“Hey are you ok?” and now you felt hunger, an incredible hunger. A woman came into view by the trees, she was a gorgeous redhead. She was dressed with a leather jacket, tight jeans and a purple tank top, “What happened to you?” that fire consumed you once again, and without even thinking about it, you grabbed her and trapped her against a tree.

She didn't say anything, she didn't even seem scared as she looked at you surprised. Something about her scent, the smell of her sweat, made you wanna get closer to her. You felt her getting scared, but all you had to do was look into her green eyes and she visibly relaxed.

Drawn with a power you didn't know, you close the space between you both and eat her mouth up, covering her plump lips with yours, when she moaned in your mouth, you took the liberty of abandoning her mouth to drop to her chin and jaw, leaving kisses and little nibbles as you felt her moans vibrate trough her neck. A hunger burns through you like a wip.

The urge to open her throat with your mouth, but not quite, this wasn't it. You separated yourself from her, you were both panting

“I want your clothes” you purred as you smiled at the admiration that was glowing in this woman's eyes

Tracking them down was so easy it was laughable, and soon your found yourself in front of their touring bus

“Well hello gorgeous” greeted an older man, he wasn't in the band, but rather staying in their trailer, “Oh let me guess, you want to meet the band” he said with a tired sigh. “I´m Tony Stark, their new manager, they just sent me from an L.A label after one of my bosses saw this tape from a…” But you weren't listening, that same hunger came at you tenth fold. “But you are hot enough though” he kept talking and the only thing you could was watch his neck

. . . Warning . . .

As soon as you climbed those two steps inside the trailer, you threw yourself on top of him. He got dead scared as one push from you threw him all the way the the other side of the trailer with an incredible strength

“What the hell?” the man grew desperate as he looked at you in terrible fear, his fear entered through the pores of your skin like a drug, and it fueled you to get closer to him and grabbed him by the collar of his suit

A primal urge was dominating you, as you bit down on his neck, hard, breaking skin and the flood reached your mouth. His screams made his vocal cords shake and you felt him in your mouth, until you released only to sink your teeth deeper into his neck, shutting him up, to grab a mouthful of flesh and blood, to quench your hunger.

You went at it until there wasn't much of his neck left, and you were interrupted when you heard the door of the trailer being open

As you heard them enter the trailer, you let go of the body that dropped to your feet.

. . . End of Warning . . .

“WHAT THE HELL!” you heard Steve yelled, as you only smiled and turned to them. When they looked at you, you thought they were going to pee their pants. You felt the recognition in their eyes and their fear made your body shake with pleasure

You cleaned the corners of your mouth with the tip of your fingers, they were inmovil, watching the scene unfold in front of them

“Now boys” you purred, “I told you I was going to come back and fuck you up”They attemped to flee the trailer, but one look from you made them stop. Your eyes landed on Bucky, who looked at you, not with fear, but with something like adoration

“We killed you” said Bucky, “We make an offering to the dark lord”

“It didn't work as you thought it would, did it?”

“You weren't a virgin” mumbled Thor

“No shit” you said, you licked your lips, enjoying the remains of the blood in them, you felt the lust of the moment reach your eyes, and based on their scared faces, you knew they saw them shine golden, “Now, what are you going to give me to not eat you all?”

“you are mine now” you purred, as you rode him, hard, moans and growls coming out of his lips

“Fuck yeah, I´m yours” Bucky grabbed you by your hips while he let you ride him, you had him all scratched up in his chest and thighs, and a deep bite mark over the side of his neck

“I'm also yours” purred Thor by your side, grabbing your breasts with both his hands, twitching your nipples between his thumb and index finger. You moaned deliciously while you lean backwards until your back was against Sam´s chest

“Sam?” you called, pouting

“I'm here angel”

“Wow!” you said, indignant

“Sorry, sorry” he purred. He kissed your cheek while you felt him lining up with your back entrance. You waited patiently until he was lodged deep inside you. You maoned in tandem of Sam´s grunts, and you grabbed Thor´s thick cock while you moved your hips back and forth fucking yourself in Bucky´s and Sam´s dicks

“Steve you are the one missing” said Thor mockingly, between the nibbles he was leaving on your neck.

“Stevie will come around, right?” without stopping you movements you looked at the corner of the room, where Steve was tied up to an armchair

He wasn't your biggest fan, yet

“Now boys, we are going to have some fun” you moaned

[misty-wisp]

Okaaay, omori followers and/or mutuals. i have a dilemma.

I'm currently writing a wip that was initially meant to be just a character study of sorts, focusing on a specific fella who i won't name, but i accidentally got a couple of kiiinda important lore details wrong(especially with how some cutscenes are meant to be interpreted. i messed those up big time) and that made it be...pretty canon divergent. the divergence should still work with canon, i just changed some things up in headspace's timeline (specifically around the time it was initially made), but...i dunno if it'd be a fic anyone would want to read.

i'd try to rewrite it to fit in proper canon instead of what i have, but i've already got a bunch written(about 3k words). so i'm not sure if i should keep it the way it is, or make it perfectly canon compliant...

yall got any idea on which i should do?

[myimaginesandrp]

Force Sensitive Reader Part 6

 Part one 

Summary: Your new life is shaken when a prisoner is brought to the Finalizer. 

Words: 3k 

Warnings: M, angst, etc.

A/N: I decided to split this last part up. Hope you like it :) a bijjillion mistakes as always. 

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Three years. 

It had been exactly three years since you’d flown away from the life you thought you were destined to be in, from the people you loved, the people you thought loved you back. By now you figured they’d be nothing more than a distant memory, if not completely forgotten, but that wasn’t the case at all. Those pleading brown eyes that you missed more than anything burned in the back of your mind as you lost yourself in the vastness of space before you. 

The dark emptiness reminded you of him every time you looked out a viewport, reminded you of  why you’d left it all behind. The Resistance was nothing more than a memory now, but you could still hear his voice calling out to you, echoing  through your thoughts uninvited. The memory was hazy in your mind, but you still remembered. How could you not? He was your first love. He never cried before, but you could still see the glistening trail of tears running down his cheeks as you tore away from him and into the never-ending expanse of space. 

Today was your anniversary, and it just so happened that your heart bled with pain just as it did when it was first broken. It was making your mind flood with memories you’d much rather forget. Some wounds just never healed. And these memories happened to be the reason why you were stuck in the base instead of running head first into the action below. 

Commander’s orders. 

You balled your hands into fists as you stood in front of a viewport,  looking out into the abyss that adorned your home. If you could even call the cold metal structure a home. The finalizer was nothing compared to the base you’d be moving into soon, but it was frigid enough to remind you that this was the First Order. The small room you found yourself in was your personal escape from the flurry of action happening outside. It was small and grey with a refresher and a bed so big it took up half the room. A funny thing it was, since you didn't get much use out of it. Sleeping was your least favorite activity now a days since all it did was rob your peace with the nightmares that came along with it.  Aside from a small shelf with a couple of trinkets, the room remained bare and clean. You liked it that way, especially since a lot of things tended to be thrown around lately. It wasn’t paradise, but it was enough. The best part was no one dared bother you in here.

The commander was the only one bold enough to waltz into your quarters whenever he wanted. That was given your unusual relations with the fella. He’s the one who’d gifted it to you, after all. The room wasn’t the only thing he’d given you. Ever since that night long ago when you swore loyalty to him, you climbed the ranks of the order very quickly. Being an Admiral came with many perks. Respect, that was honestly just fear, but you liked to think you were the most approachable of the people in your rank. Access to any ship you wanted, free reign to see anything in the galaxy. But today none of that mattered, because Kylo kept you grounded like a child and it made your blood boil. 

 Footsteps echoed in the hall outside as the small fleet of storm troopers prepared themselves for the mission ahead. They were scrambling to gather as many people as possible since most of the others were out transfering to Star Killer Base. You’d never been there personally, but from what you knew, this was gonna change the war, and by default, your sleeping arrangements. It was time for a little change anyway. 

The viewport from your quarters was just large enough for you to see the planet in the near distance. Jakku. The desert planet used to be lush and green many years before, before war hit it. Now it was just a shipwrecked wasteland, but oh was it a treasure to you now. 

Tuanul was especially hard to find, but alas the village was well in our radar now. Tuanul, where the fragment piece of the map to Skywalker was. The one you’d spent the last five years looking for, and now it was just within your grasp.

It was about time you had gathered intel from the Resistance. It had been weeks and you’d finally located in the Western Reaches on the Inner Rim. Of all places it had to be out here. It was a hard earned fight you were particularly proud of. The resistance fighters were growing bold and reckless. Still, you’d managed to intercept the intel in spite of Black Leader becoming the biggest nuisance to your cause. 

Hot anger ran through your body at the thought of you missing him and these days you flew side by side. He didn’t deserve your thoughts, he didn't deserve your love, much less your pity. You were about to end him and everything he believed in and he deserved it. He betrayed you, and finding Skywalker first would be the little justice you deserved. That’s what you told yourself anyway. 

As you paced from one end of the viewport to the other, you saw the cluster of TIE fighters swirling in and out of the station. Any moment now they’d leave and if Kylo had anything to say about it, we’d be a step closer to finishing this whole mess. The cycle was almost over, the dark shadow of the night slowly engulfed the planet into the bitter darkness surrounding it. Any moment now.

Your thoughts were interrupted by the sudden shift in energy outside. You always sensed him long before he entered the room, the sound of scurrying footsteps were a dead giveaway. His presence was so loud, even though he was silent most of the time. Everyone was so damn afraid of him nowadays, he was so easily irritated. The closer you seemed to get to Skywalker, the more unstable and short tempered he got and just about everyone tried and failed to stay out of his way. Even your walls fell victim to his rage not long ago; the smell of burnt metal still lingered if you stood too close.

You pulled your thoughts together to focus on the present. He’d be angry if he knew what you were thinking about, and you weren’t gonna give him the satisfaction of being right to keep you in the finalizer. You scrambled to run different scenarios in your head, the ones that he liked. You needed him in a good mood. It was useless to try and persuade him to let you go, you knew how stubborn he was, but damn it if you weren’t worse. 

The door opened with a hiss but  you didn’t bother to look back, not until you heard it close behind him with a loud thud. He was standing in your personal space when you turned to face him. His mask was looming over you, almost matching with the dark abyss outside. There in the reflection you could see your own eyes staring back at you, pale and lifeless. He didn’t speak, always one to let you imprison yourself with your own words. 

“I should be going in that fleet” you said, stepping away from him to look out the viewport again. 

“Your thoughts are exceptionally loud today” the too familiar sound of his voice modulator rang behind you. He watched as your body tensed in front of him, just the response he was expecting from you. It was comical how well he knew you. But he wasn’t smiling, not when he sensed your inner conflict all the way across the ship. 

“They’re always loud before a mission,”  you said trying to defend yourself. “Just so happens all my planning is going to waste”.  You folded your arms against your chest, mostly to keep the illusion that you had yourself under control. 

“You’re needed here” he said. That was a lie. You curled your lip as you turned to face him again hoping he would notice it, but you knew it made no difference to him. He knew what you’d been thinking about, as he always did. There really wasn’t a single thing you could hide from him.

“Y/N” His gloved had reached up to cup your cheek before his fingers trailed down your jaw. They lingered on the scar that ran up from jaw up to your lip. The walls weren’t the only things that fell victim to his rage. Just so happened you had to learn the hard way one time too many.  

“Commander” You bit your lip to stop it from trembling because even though you'd been so careful, Poe’s face flashed into your mind. It was only for a moment, but he saw it, you knew. You could sense him change immediately. His grip tightened around your whole jaw. When he spoke his voice was deeper, and sharp and you knew you were not winning this time. 

“When I’m back I'm gonna make sure my name is the only thing in your mind” your breath hitched when the leather brushed against your throat. In spite of yourself you felt a chill run down your back at the thought of what was waiting for you this evening. It should make you feel sick, but your body responded to his touch in ways you wish it didn’t. 

“Yes commander” you said. He kept you there for a tense moment until the growing number of footsteps outside reminded you both what needed to be done. With one last squeeze he brushed his thumb over your scar. A sigh left you when his hand finally pulled away from you. 

“Happy anniversary ” he said, calling out behind him as he turned to leave, leaving you in stunned bitter silence. Only the trailing ends of his cape lingered behind him as the swish of the metal door closed you in.

 You let out a groan and turned to face the viewport once again, your fingers gripping onto the metal framing it. Maker, were you in for it now. Acquiring the fragment piece of the map was your only hope. Your eyes followed the small fleet of ships as they made their way from the station, weaving forward as the remaining bit of light of the planet was finally engulfed by the darkness surrounding it. 

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Time always passed slowly in the finalizer. An hour, a cycle, it was always an eternity for you, especially when you needed answers. Especially today when you were so close to getting what you needed. Especially now that all your hard work for the past three years was on the line and you couldn’t even see it unfold before your eyes. And especially when the people in charge of having your plans go through were a small fleet of stormtroopers who, for the most part, worked in sanitation. Time was ever so slow, even when you’d been watching out the viewport for the past four hours and the numbers on the hologram said only 30 minutes had passed. 

It was a good thing you’d been called to oversee new transport plans for the new base or else you’d have lost your mind by now. The quiet taps of the people moving  around you was relaxing and for once in a long time you found yourself enjoying the work. The air was still heavy from anticipation, but the atmosphere always changed when the commander was gone. The promise of Kylo coming into your quarters this evening had you on the edge, but this little distraction reminded you of all the people who depended on you to survive. 

Time always passed slowly, but somehow it pushed forward. After what seemed like an eternity later, the alarms began to blare around the station. The sudden shift in energy pulled you into action. Several medical droids were dispatched to the ship hangar and the hallways rushed into a frenzy of people. 

You pushed forward, wanting to head straight to Kylo and ask how the mission went, but you were needed in the med bay. It never got easier, seeing so many wounded people crying out for help. For a time you’d turned numb to it, and you liked it that way. You could work and help people one after the other without letting any attachment get in the way. But as of late it seemed harder and harder to ignore the pain that flowed through the rooms after the battles. Still the rush of working in the medical bay made time fly by and soon you were so consumed in your work that the outcome of the mission was almost forgotten. 

Hours later as you made your way back to your quarters, the buzz of the hallways seemed to die down to a low murmur. A side from a small group of medical droids returning to their stations, they remained empty. By the time you neared your quarters, the sound of your boots clicking the floor was the only sound that echoed through the corridors.

You didn’t sense him at first. The quiet moans that filled your mind seemed to pass off as the cries from the recently wounded fleet. But you’d been so good at zoning them out. No this one was different. This one had such a strange familiarity to it that you just couldn’t place. 

You didn’t sense it until your skin was crawling down your back. Until your feet seemed to guide you down the wrong hallways.The walls shifted around you, to a darker sound proof material you had seen only once. Only once because one time was enough to drag you away from this part of the ship forever. Yet here you went, following the muffled voice in your head. Down and down until the only rooms that stood in front of you were the interrogation rooms. 

At the end of the hallway you were met with two stormtroopers stepping out of one of the rooms.The pristine white on their hands and arms were soiled with fresh blood splatters that didn't belong to either of them. As you approached you tried to remember the last time the order had taken a prisoner. Most of the time Kylo made short work of the enemy and took them out. Who could possibly be important enough to keep around? 

“Admiral” The short breath coming from one of the stormtroopers made your eyebrows raise in suspicion. They looked at each other, unsure of what to do. As if you’d caught them in the middle of something no one should have seen. 

“Girls” you said, nodding towards the room “What’s going on?” After a short pause one of them decided to speak up, only for the other to raise her hand to stop her. Clearly they’d gotten orders to keep things classified. With a wave of a hand you stepped towards them. There was only one way you were getting anything out of them. 

“Go on, you can tell me” you said in a sickly sweet voice. Their shoulders immediately slumped, letting you know the trick was working

“The mission was a bit of a failure ma’m. We didn’t find the fragment piece”You frowned, trying very hard not to have an episode in front of them. 

The mission was a failure. The words rang in your mind for a moment as you watched the pair in front of you cower in fear. Such as it was when they were forced to inform their superiors of bad news, but there was more they weren’t telling you. You pushed your pride aside for a moment. If we didn’t find the piece fragment what had they found?

“We took in prisoners?” Again they looked at eachother. One began to fidget her feet with the ground, not wanting to look directly at you. You raised your eyebrows, waiting for them to give you an answer.

“Y-yes ma'am just one” said the one of them. The other looked around as if someone was about to pop out of the wall and discover them. They were too paranoid, and you needed to know why. 

“Who?” you said as you took a step towards the room. With trembling legs they both followed your move, stepping in between the room and yourself. You looked them both over surprised at how bold they were to get in your way. Any other superior would have ended them by now, and if you weren’t so curious to know who the prisoner was, you’d have done it too. 

“Commander Ren ordered that no one was to speak to the prisoner ma'am” The nervous one blurted out before shrinking away behind her companion. Well that explained it. 

“I don’t plan on speaking to him,” you said with a dark laugh. But when you tried to step forwards they blocked you again.

“We insist,” they said. The noise of their voice modulators rang down the corridor. For a moment you considered their insolence and you almost snapped their necks there and then, but you could sense their fear. Kylo must’ve done his work on them already. In spite of your depleting patience, you took a deep breath through your nose and looked them over. 

“Very well,” you said, waving your hand in front of them. If they weren’t telling you anything, you'd see it yourself.  “It is alright that I go see the prisoner” Their whole body relaxed at your words and you let yourself smile.

“Admiral you can go see the prisoner,” said one of them with a nod.

“You will both leave and take a lap around the ship”

“We’re gonna go take a lap around the ship m’am” said the nervous one. 

“A big lap, maybe two” the other agreed. 

“Very well then, on your way” you said, gesturing for them to make their way past you. You shook your head and watched until they were out of sight. They were too easy sometimes.  Once you decided no one else would bother you, you took a deep breath and made your way down the corridor until you found the room you were looking for. 

One step is all it took. One step into the room and you sense him. You sense his discomfort and your eyes trail the room until they land on the interrogation chair in front of you. The prisoner was facing away but you knew, you knew when you’d seen the messy curls resting on top of his head. You knew when you saw the outline of his face peek from behind the metal. And you knew and your heart shattered when a quiet moan filled in the silence of the room. 

“Y/N”

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[abovethesmokestacks]

Congrats darling Pia for 3k! Could I request "I'm personally offended you didn't get me to be your fake date." with my main man, Sam Wilson?

The Real Deal

He’s standing in the gym, going over tactics and training attack patterns when you walk through the doors and start making a beeline for them. Sam has learned to be discreet with his crush on you, but he still can’t help his chest puffing out a little, stretching to stand taller when you approach, a nervous smile on your face.

“Fellas,” you greet them, then turns to the agent. “Klaus, could I talk to you for a minute. I swear, Sam, you’ll have him back in five minutes.”

Sam’s not nosy. He’s not. Really, really not. But this is weird. It’s weird and it bugs him trying to figure out what you’d want with a junior agent, nevermind that particular junior agent. Don’t get him wrong, Klaus is good. Maybe not completely out of his rookie phase, but Sam thinks he has promise. So when Klaus gets back, Sam bites down. He won’t ask. He’s a big boy, he doesn’t need to know everything, and this is none of his business and-

“So, what did she want?”

And he is a big fat lying liar who can’t even lie to himself.

“Huh? Oh, you mean-” Klaus fumbled through getting his hands rewrapped, not really avoiding Sam’s gaze, but not exactly making an effort to look at him either. “Uh, she… wanted me to be her fake date? For some family thing?”

Okay. It’s cool. Sam can deal. He’s okay. He’s been pining for you forever, but this is cool. He is a grown ass man, and this is not high school. If he hands Klaus’s ass to him a little harder than necessary, that’s got absolutely nothing to do with this. If he spends the flight out to some mad scientist brewing up trouble in the back of beyond, it’s totally because he did not appreciate Bucky coming into his room and tossing his gear at him. While he was still sleeping. And if he glares a little at Klaus the day of when the dude shows up dressed in a fucking linen suit, then it is clearly because the sun was in his eyes, don’t tell me it’s an overcast day, Barnes, shut up.

He stews for a good three days afterwards, and in the moments of clarity that sometimes hit him, he realizes there’s no reason why. It’s not like you asked Klaus out on a date-date. It was a fake date. With your family. Where he’d pretend to be your boyfriend. Maybe even kissed you on the cheek. Or god forbid, your mouth.

The moments never last long.

“Are you okay?”

It’s a Saturday night, and he’s bleeding off some nervous energy (and maybe some very long-lasting envy) down in the gym. He’d made an offhand promise meet up for a beer after, but eh… He could end up in a flow, things would draw out, he’d need a shower, he’d sit down in his couch to watch some tv, he’d “accidentally” fall asleep. These things happened.

Other things that also apparently happen: You showing up in a pair of jeans that honest to god make him lose focus a little and almost get clocked in the head by the maize ball. Your shirt isn’t bad either. And your face… looks worried?

“I’m fine,” he says, and even though he knows it’s a fucking glaring tell that he is very much not fine, he turns back to punch at the ball again, dodging it as it swings back.

“So why does it feel like I haven’t seen you in a while?” you counter, crossing your arms over your chest. “And for that matter, when I do see you, why do you look like you’re walking around with a rain cloud over your head?”

A small voice inside his head is telling him to just fold like a cheap suit already and tell you just what is bothering him and why, but it is unfortunately drowned out by the side of him that insists on being a moron.

“Been a coupla rough missions. Kinda still getting used to the whole… thing.”

“Sam, you make victory barrel rolls on every mission when the bad guys admit defeat and you got so excited at Halloween when a whole gaggle of kids came dressed as you that you emptied out a whole gallon’s worth of candy between them. Now what’s going on? Is this because of thing with Klaus?”

Come on, Sam, be the bigger man and fess up.

Or, alternately:

“Nah,” he shrugs.

“‘Cause you do know what fake means, right? Fake, as in not real.”

Sam grumbles under his breath, but obviously not unintelligible enough.

“What was that?”

“I said…” he enunciates, with very bad grace, “I said, maybe… I’m personally offended you didn’t get me to be your fake date.”

The reaction he expects ranges from surprise to harsh rejection, and maybe if he’s being totally honest, something that would not be totally out of place in a teen rom com. The reaction he gets is silence. Which… is not really great. Because good things seldom follow silence. Sam’s had that experience far too many times.

“Maybe I didn’t ask you for a reason,” you finally say, looking at him while, and Sam cannot believe this, scraping your foot.

“And what reason might that be?”

You cock your head, and Sam swears to any god listening that if you start swaying, he might just explode into tiny unicorns.

“If you were my fake date, that means we’d be in a fake relationship, and I’d eventually have to fake break up with you and I would never be able to take you to see my family again.”

What?

“You- what?”

“Jesus Christ, Wilson…”

Sam holds up his hands, “Hey, now, I am not the one talking in riddles here!”

“I am telling you I didn’t want you to be my fake boyfriend because I want you to be my real boyfriend and take you to see my family on more than one occasion, okay?”

Well.

That’s-

That is-

He has absolutely zero witty comebacks for that, and so falls back on the oldest, most moronic reaction in the book.

“Huh?”

Scrunching up your face, you close the distance between you, mumbling “oh, for pity’s sake” under your breath before cupping his face and kissing the everliving daylights out of him. It’s not the most elegant kiss, and Sam thinks he may need to reevaluate his stance on having game, because he feels like he’s sixteen all over again and trying to not make an absolute ass of himself kissing Chelsea Bradford at junior prom.

It turns out well in the end. You break the kiss with a satisfied smile, declaring “not bad” before sweeping out, and leaving him completely bamboozled for about five minutes before his brain reengages and he runs after you. One does not simply Cinderella Sam Wilson. It feels a little high school asking if you’re, like, official now, and you are definitely failing at holding your laughter back, but a man’s gotta know, okay? Klaus looks a little too relieved a few weeks later when they’re training again, and you breeze back into the gym to ask Sam to be your very real, actual date for Christmas.

“Okay, why did Klaus look like he wanted to run and hide at the sight of you?” Sam asks later, spread out on the couch while you’re getting dressed after a shower.

“Oh. Maybe he thought I’d ask him to be my fake date again,” you call back from the bedroom, peeking out. “Or it may be the fact that Klaus was very much horrified by his only visit with my parents and I had retroactively bribe him with Ben & Jerry’s and promise him he wouldn’t have to do it again.”

Sam all but bolts out of the couch, “I’m sorry, can you say that again?”

“Which part?”

“The part where he was horrified and you had to bribe him?” he urges, walking up to the bedroom. Keep your wits about you, Wilson, she’s only wearing a robe and she knows how to use it.

“I mean, you could just say I was paying him for services rendered,” you shrug, and oh no, do not open that sash.

“You used the word bribe!”

“It was a joke!”

“The man was horrified!”

“Calm down, Sam, you’ll be fine. Just…”

“What?”

You peer at him, squinting before pursing your lips, “Nah, nothing. You’ll be fine.”

Sam is about to protest, but that damn sash gets untied and that damn robe falls open and damnit damnit damnit damnit-

You’re up close and he can feel how warm you are through his clothes and you promise him that he’ll be fine, he’s Cap now and Cap always has things under control.

Right?

Right.

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