#it feels weird to say this took a while but damn I have been poking at this one for a minute

[jack-the-fool]

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[pandorxxx]

Number 1 rule…

Lo’ak(20) x Omatikayan fem reader (22)

Warnings: cursing, p in v, soft-dom lo’ak, my boy has the ultimate rizz in this one, daddy kink, creampie, choking (both lo’ak and reader)

Synopsis: when lo’ak finally convinced Neteyam to take him to the “sacred place for young men&women”, Neteyam lays down a few ground rules for his younger brother. However, the most important rule went dismissed…

There was a sacred place in the forest for young men and young women. A place where women could be their most sensual selves, while the men bared witness. A place that lo’ak had been dying to go. Just to see what the hype was about. He asked Neteyam about it, but because lo’ak was 20 and not 21, he wasn’t considered a proper adult to attend this very adult party.

But lo’ak had his ways, and he was very convincing. Also, he threatened to tell his father about the little club unless Neteyam promised to take him tonight. So there he was, walking in the middle of the forest at night with his older brother.

“Let’s go over a few ground rules, ok?” Neteyam started. Lo’ak rolled his eyes, really not trying to hear the lecture today.

“I don’t care about none of that. Are we almost there?” Lo’ak spat, glancing at his brother in frustration. “Bro just listen for 5 minutes, damn!” Neteyam strained, as loud as he could get in a still forest.

“Don’t bring too much attention to yourself, please? You’re already not supposed to be there.” Neteyam began. Lo’ak rolled his eyes once more, letting out a loud chuckle.

“Whatever bro.” Lo’ak spoke. “Also, Don’t get too fucking drunk. I don’t feel like carrying your ass back to your hut.” Neteyam demanded.

“Yup.” Lo’ak spoke, not even listening to his brother. The music started to get louder the more steps they took, and lo’aks heart began to beat out of his chest. So excited for what the night brings.

“And most importantly, I cannot stress this enough.” Neteyam started, pulling lo’ak back by his arm. “Don’t. Fuck. Anyone.” Neteyam finished, poking lo’aks chest with every word. A serious look now plastered on neteyam’s face.

“I got it.” Lo’ak snickered, snapping out of neteyams grasp, sizing him up before walking towards the party. Neteyam shook his head, following after his younger brother. And as sure as he was the mighty warrior himself, he knew that one of his rules would go dismissed.

“Woah.” Lo’ak spoke in awe. There were red lights that hug from the trees, illuminating the area. Music booming through the speakers from the lab. The young men conversing with one another, while beautiful ladies walked around, handing out drinks, and making short conversation just to get a lucky warrior alone.

Neteyam came up from behind him, placing his firm hands ontop of lo’aks shoulders. “Have fun, not too much fun. I’ll check in with you later.” Neteyam spoke before walking over to his friends.

For a moment, lo’ak was stuck. He didn’t know what he was expecting, but it damn sure wasn’t this. Half of these girls he’d known personally, so maybe he had a chance to get lucky tonight.

“Lo’ak?” A familiar voice called in confusion. He quickly turned around, being met with you. One of the most beautiful girls in this clan. You were dressed more scandalous than usual, he would even say you were practically naked. You two were friends, so it was kind of weird to see you in this light, however he couldn’t take his eyes off of you. Couldn’t even think straight.

“Lord have mercy.” He mumbled under his breath, scanning your body generously. “What are you doing here?” You asked, stepping alittle closer. He snapped out of it, shaking his head lightly before meeting your gaze again.

“I-I umm.” He began to point to his brother, trying to remember his fucking name. But In your presence, he couldn’t seem to get it together.

“Neteyam brought you here?” You asked with an all knowing smile, your arms crossed around your breasts. “Yes. Yes, neteyam brought me here. I kinda made him though.” He finally spoke a coherent thought, a nervous grin plastered across his face.

“Well, are you having fun? Meet any girls yet?” You asked, a part of you hoping that he hadn’t, so that you could take him for yourself.

He chuckled, noticing the tinge of jealousy in your voice. “How could I look at any other girl, when you’re standing infront of me? I mean…just look at you.” He reassured, eyeing you up and down. You rolled your eyes playfully, trying to hide your smile as much as possible. Meeting his gaze again, you could see that he wanted you…badly. So you decided to play the game, hopefully you’d get lucky tonight.

“Hmm, Thanks babe. You want a drink?” You asked, walking past him, your tail expertly grazing his stomach as you swayed your hips.

“Yeah.” Was all he could say, following behind you like a lost puppy. Neteyam caught a glimpse of the situation and shook his head.

“What kind of drink, baby boy?” You asked, making your way over to the table, you backed into it, lifting yourself up slowly to take a seat.

“I don’t know, surprise me.” He chuckled, looking at all of the options. You being one of his top picks to taste tonight.

“Well, what do you have the taste for?” You asked sensually, crossing one leg over the other slowly.

“I think you already know.” He grinned, his hand finding refuge on your thigh. “As tempting as that sounds, I’m not on the menu.” You smiled, uncrossing your legs.

“Well you’re on the table like you are. And none of these other options are catching my eye. I want you.” He whispered in your ear, a wave of confidence washing over him. Your body became hot to the touch. Who knew the youngest sully boy had such a slick tongue?

“Mhm, what do you want from me?” You asked, spreading your legs alittle wider, letting him rub the inside of your thigh, just above your core.

“5 minutes of your time, miss. That’s all.” He reassured, kissing down your neck. You bit your lip, throwing your head towards the sky as you let out a low moan. Although this was the place for this kind of activity, you were never one to give a show.

“Ok, daddy. Somewhere private though. Let’s go.” You pushed him back, hopping off of the table and grabbing his hand, pulling him through the crowd of people quickly.

Neteyam did a double take, it hadn’t even been 10 minutes and his baby brother was already breaking the number one rule. “LO’AK!” Neteyam shouted, trying to get his attention. And that he did, but all lo’ak did was throw up his middle finger at his older brother from across the forest. How dare he try to ruin this moment for him.

You two had walked for a few minutes before making it to your hut. Pushing him in and closing the door behind you. Giving him no time to even speak, you jumped into his arms, kissing his lips hungrily.

He walked you over to the table, setting you down gently. His strong hands running up your thighs while yours explored his back. You pulled away for a second, both of you breathing heavily.

“And here I thought we were just friends.” You teased. “We are friends. But for tonight, you’re mine.” He spoke in his low tone, running his hands up to the knot of your loincloth, untying it gently. You shifted your hips up, so that he could pull it down slowly, letting it hit the ground. All while maintaining dangerous eye contact with eachother.

You began to untie his loincloth, letting the fabric hit the ground to be met with a surprise. He was the biggest you’d ever seen. At least 75% of your forearm. His cock jumping with every heartbeat, the veins throbbing in anticipation. Precum leaking to the table beneath you.

“Fuck.” You cursed under your breath, legs opening alittle wider to invite him in, your slick flowing out of you like a river.

“May I?” He asked for permission to move forward with you. Such a gentleman, he was. He was so ready, and so were you. “You can do whatever you want to me, daddy. I’m all yours tonight.” You spoke sensually, wrapping your arms around his neck, bringing him in for a fiery kiss.

Both of you moaning into the kiss as he began to prob at your entrance. Slowly sliding into you, making sure to be as gentle as possible. You pulled away from the kiss, looking down at the source of pleasure. Watching as his cock disappeared inside of you.

Once he bottomed out with one firm thrust, you let out a loud moan, going completely limp in his arms. He held your back to support you while your head fell back in his embrace.

He used this opportunity to kiss your neck, leaving hickeys and love bites while he fucked you slow and deep. His thick cock hitting all the right spots.

He grabbed your thigh, wrapping it around his waist so that he could get better access, fucking into that sensitive sweetspot of yours. Your moans motivating him further as he sped up slightly.

“Soooo good! Ohh my God, Lo’ak!” You whined, shifting your hands to his back, trying your best to refrain from scratching him up. But, he was making it so hard for you. Rolling his hips into yours, making your eyes roll back. All while he continued his attack on your now bruised neck.

In an instant, he sped up. Rocking your entire world. So much so that you couldn’t even speak, silent screams escaping your agape mouth.

“Gonna cum soon?” He teased, pulling back just to see your fucked out expression, and God was it satisfying. Knowing that he was giving you the best dick of your life boosted his ego in ways you wouldn’t even understand.

“Yess Lo’ak!” You screamed, your legs beginning to shake around his waist. He admired you for a moment, still drilling deep into your tight little cunt. He could feel you clenching around him, and he let out a low groan. His jaw clenching in restraint.

“I’m cumminggg!” You screamed to the top of your lungs, eyes rolling back as you let loose on him. Every stroke revealing his cock coated in all of your juices.

“Shiittt, girl.” He moaned, looking down at the source, watching you flood the table beneath you. Letting you ride out your high, he slowed down, sending you deep strokes.

“S-oooo deep, lo’aaaak.” You moaned, pushing on his stomach. He stopped all movement for you, pecking your lips.

“How do you feel, baby?” He asked, pulling out of you, a water fall following. You were completely fucked out, legs still trembling from your intense orgasm, but you were far from finished with him.

You pulled him close to you by his neck, engaging in yet another passionate kiss. He managed to sit next to you, pulling you onto his lap. Now your neck was in his hand, as he kissed you sloppily.

You pushed him back, placing your hands on his chest while you slid down onto his cock. You both letting out a series of moans as you began to bounce on him.

“Fuuuck, you f-feel soooo damn good baby.” He moaned, eyes rolling to the back of his head as you rolled your hips into his. His cock hitting your sweetspot with each bounce.

He went to pull your top off, your gorgeous breasts bursting out of the material in no time.

“Ohh great mother-“ he mumbled watching your breast jump with every bounce of your hips.

He pulled you down to him, just so that he could attack them. Swirling his tongue around your nipple, and sucking on them like a pacifier.

He tried to fuck into you, but the way that his legs dangled off of the table just wouldn’t allow him that satisfaction. So he grabbed your hips, rocking you back and forth on him, and that wasn’t really working for him either.

And you were no help, being a fucked out mess ontop of him. “Fuuuck, I-I can’t-“ he growled, flipping you both over. The aggression boiling in his chest as he spread your legs wide, thrusting into you forcefully.

“Ohhhhh shiiiiiiit!” You screamed, voice rippling with his harsh thrusts. You threw your head back in complete bliss, sweat glistening on your trembling body as he jammed into that sweet spot repeatedly.

His hand trailed up to your neck, bringing you closer to him while he drilled into you. “Tell me how good it is.” He spoke sensually, lips inches away from yours.

It was selfish of him to ask you to speak in this moment, all things considering. “Sooo so good, daddy. So goooood!” You mumbled deliriously, eyes rolling to the back of your head again. Legs shaking around his torso.

“Mmm, best you’ve ever had, right?!” He growled, shaking your neck with every word. “Ohhh yes! YES!” You screamed, your stomach beginning to tighten just like last time.

“I-I’m c-ummingggg again!” You cried, your body shaking violently as you let yourself go, flooding the table beneath you once more. Fluttering around his cock, sending him the utmost amount of pleasure.

“Me too, me too! Fuuuck. This pussy’s so good, soooo fucking good.” He moaned, placing his forehead on yours lazily, a few short whimpers leaving his lips. As much as he tried to hold his sounds in, he couldn’t anymore.

“Ohh baby, i-I’m close!” He cried, eyebrows furrowed in pleasure. His sounds were music to your ears. To know that you could make such a strong man whine like a baby, made you even more hot. You could feel another orgasm building up, this one being more intense than the others.

“You’re gonna make me cum again!” You screamed, another orgasm rushing through your veins, muting you entirely. Your mouth fell agape, watching his sensual facial expressions.

“Fuuuck, I’m cumming! Im cumming!” He whined, eyes rolling to the back of his head as ropes of cum spilled out into your womb. The feeling was so euphoric, that your eyes crossed, breath caught in your throat. His grip becoming tighter and tighter on your neck as you both released.

“Mmm, just like that! Juuuuust like that.” You moaned, finally catching your breath as his thrusts became sloppy. His head finding refuge on your shoulder in exhaustion. You rubbed his back, telling him how good he did in his ear.

To say he was in love was an understatement. Breaking the number one rule definitely wasn’t the plan, but Eywa was he in a world of trouble now…

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[itjazzbicch]

About Time

Pairing: Hwoarang x Reader 

Summary: Training together as they shared the same master, Hwoarang struggles to accept that he lost to the reader in the semi-finals, facing his rival Jin Kazama in the finals, and when the final match takes an unexpected turn, Hwoarang's true feelings for his close friend, the reader, rises to the surface...

Warnings:  Slight swearing, an injury (but that's about it!)

Word Count: 1.6k 

"What bull!"

Hwoarang only made me laugh as I followed him into the hall while the rest of the semi-finals were ongoing. We had both trained together with our master, Baek Doo San and when the King of The Iron Fist Tournament was announced, we both wanted to enter. Although Hwoarang's motivation was different than mine, I still gave it my all, and in the semi-finals, I managed to beat him in the toughest fight I've been in yet.

"Don't act so surprised!" I poked at him with a confident smile, "We've trained together for how long? You should know that I'm no pushover."

"I know," He groaned, huffing out in frustration and looking out to see that Jin Kazama had just won and would be seeing me in the finals.

That didn't help with his attitude; he gritted his teeth and was more frustrated that he couldn't get his hands on Jin now.

I think that it did somewhat help him accept his loss to me. How he gazed into my eyes showed that he respected me and my skill. There was still some attitude in his tone, but he put up his fist towards me, murmuring:

"Just beat up that punk, Jin, for me."

"Say less," I chuckled, fist-bumping him and sharing a smile, the determination to win in my gaze.

Heading back down to the stage, I had to focus. I had never faced Jin like Hwoarang, and I knew he was nothing to scoff at. Jin was the leader of Mishima Zaibatsu before and has won tournaments before.

Getting in stance as we faced off, I saw Hwoarang watching, how his eyes told me that he believed in me, which made my desire to win even stronger. I didn't want to let him down and get even closer to winning this whole tournament.

Just as I expected, Jin was making me work for this, but I ensured that every time I hit him, a lot of fire was packed into it.

At the climax of our fight, we were both sweating and panting, trying to end this. I sent out a kick that he blocked, but I could flip and hit him with my other foot, which sent him back. Running to close in our distance, I went to hit him with my signature kick that no one ever took without getting knocked out.

Mid-air, everything was in slow motion, and his eyes... They were red suddenly, these weird markings on his forehead. I could hear the growl he let out before he hit me with a punch that was so fast to see, feeling the unbelievable impact in my stomach.

It felt like I got struck by lightning or something, spitting out a loud groan as it sent me flying clear into the fencing of the ring, curling up into a ball. I was scared that my ribs may have been broken.

"I-I-" I was crying, not from the pain, but the fact that I had to say these words, holding up my hand, "I give."

"Your winner! Jin Kazama!"

The crowd was thrilled to see what a good fight that was, but something was up with Jin. His eyes were brown again, and when he looked at me, it seemed that he didn't realize what he had done, eyes filling with shock and concern as he saw me in this defeated and wounded state.

"Y/N..." He gasped, coming over to help me, "I'm-"

Reaching his hand toward me, there was this huge pop from the crowd, feeling a gust of wind and an angry yell:

"Get your damn hands away from Y/N!"

My pupils expanded at the sight of Hwoarang zipping in front of me, kicking Jin's hand away, then kicking the shit out of his chest that sent him reeling.

I knew that Hwoarang had been itching to get his hands on him, but this was different. The crowd was eating this up, and I noticed security coming in, trying to stand by, gripping and clinging to the fence.

"C'mon Jin! I'm not finished with you!"

Hwoarang was bouncing quickly in his stance, watching Jin like a tiger ready to strike as he was climbing off his knees, but something in me wouldn't let me sit and watch this, groaning out:

"Hwoarang! Stop it-"

That weird blow Jin hit me with really did a number on me, Hwoarang freezing and coming back to me as I fell to the mat again.

"I have you," He said quietly, his voice filled with anger, but he stuck to his word, scooping me into his arms.

It was already enough with how I felt so down from losing, now seeing Hwoarang like this. I was so much more emotional, hated how I looked so weak while curled up in his arms, both our eyes darting over to Jin, who was holding his chest from Hwoarang's kick, holding out his hand toward me:

"I never intended to harm you, Y/N..."

Staring intensely into his eyes, I felt he was telling the truth but hiding something about himself. When he punched me, it was like he transformed into something with this strange power that he didn't have control of. None of his previous strikes during our fight had such malice, making me question what happened to him during that last strike.

"Shut the hell up," Hwoarang spat, staring a hole through him and turning away with me, following the security line out and to the trainer's room.

Luckily, none of my ribs were broken, as I feared, but I needed to be wrapped up and some cold therapy for the pain. My head was hung low, confused and disappointed in myself, but my head perked up a little as Hwoarang stood before me, clearly still pissed and crossing his arms:

"So, what happened out there? I thought you had him."

"I thought so too," I sighed, staring at the floor as I told him what happened, "But while I was going to hit him with my kick, his eyes... They changed to red, and when he punched me, it was so strong and weird... I don't know how to describe it."

"His eyes turned red?" This perplexed him, but he let out a deep, angry sigh as he seemed to remember something, whispering under his breath, "That's right. He's got some strange power."

"What do you mean by that?" It was now clear to me that there was something about Jin that I didn't know, and the thought of it didn't cross Hwoarang's mind because he was so worked up about not making it to the finals.

There was this strange and suspenseful moment of silence, staring into each other's eyes as he mentally tried to find the words to explain it to me.

I didn't even care at that moment, my head falling again in disappointment, whispering to him:

"I'm sorry that I lost..."

"Don't even worry about it," He said quickly, squatting to look me in the eyes, smiling softly at me, "Seriously. You still gave him one hell of a fight."

"Thanks..." It was nearly impossible not to smile back, even if it was just a little, going back to the typical ways of our dynamic and poking at him a little, "I never seen you so pissed off before, just for me... Thanks for being there for me."

"Y-Yeah..." He stuttered a little, his cheeks turning pink as he stood back up and looked away, "It's no problem."

I had to laugh at how adorable he looked, holding my ribs but giggling to keep my pain down as he turned from pink to red, snapping at me playfully:

"Who are you laughing at, huh?!"

"I'm sorry," I wheezed softly, wincing at my ribs and seizing up.

"Stop laughing before you hurt yourself even more," He scolded, holding me upright by the shoulder, squeezing and getting some of the tension in my body to go away.

"That Jin sure is strong," I panted quietly, the pain making me say, "I should've let you kick his ass."

"Yeah, you should have," His eyes rolled but fixed on me, growing with more anger towards Jin as he noticed how hard I closed my eyes, fighting off some tears. Sitting me up in a position where my ribs wouldn't hurt as much, hugging me softly and whispering, "You can let it out if you need to, okay?"

As much as we toyed and messed with each other, knowing how deeply he cared for me made my emotions spike up again; gently hugging him back, again trying to cope with all the feelings by joking around again, whispering to him:

"Thanks, you big softy."

"Cut me a break," He huffed, chuckling himself and making me freeze when his head laid on mine, whispering back, "You should know by now that you're special to me."

My heart started pounding, something deep in my heart making me tilt my head, gazing up at him:

"Hey, Hwoarang..."

"Yeah?"

I couldn't contain how I felt about him, kissing him when his gaze met mine. His kiss back was so soft and sweet, holding his cheek as it grew deeper, his arms still gentle as they closed around me more.

Our lips broke away with a quiet gasp, but we shared a smile, telling him:

"You're special to me, too."

"Well, yeah, it's me." He was always so cocky, making me roll my eyes playfully, but I was the one who was all flustered when he kissed me when I wasn't looking, winking at me and chuckling as I looked at him with butterflies multiplying in my stomach, "About time this happened..." 

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[jongseongsnudes]

daddy

bff!sunghoon. 1.3k words. suggestive with a horny bratty you and a possessive, dom sunghoon.

“sunghoon i- i don’t want to go home yet!”

silence.

“sunghoon lets get another drink!”

and more silence.

“sunghoon-”

“stop fucking whining and sit still.”

it was now your turn to stay silent, seeing the man so grumpy immediately shutting you up.

you weren’t usually this whiny but you were drunk, pissed drunk, having been drinking with sunghoon and the guys since early afternoon. after all, it was finally the weekend so you thought why not have some fun.

that’s how you found yourself being carried by sunghoon as the man took you towards your apartment. you know for a fact that he is unhappy, he had been since hours ago but it’s not because he hated taking you home. it was rather because he had warned you not to drink so much.

and you didn’t listen. you never listen.

park sunghoon was your best friend and god was the man protective over you. always looking out for you, always taking care extra of you. but you liked it. you liked being cared for, you felt safe in his arms.

just like right now.

he places you down once you reach the front door, his arms still securely around your waist to hold you up. and thank god for that because you were just too drunk to stand alone.

while he fidgets with the keys, you can’t help but gaze at the man. he was simply breath taking, the handsomest man you’ve seen in your life but he was also your best friend and with that title... came with certain boundaries.

boundaries, boundaries, boundaries.

boundaries that you often fought so hard against, fighting for your life not to just jump on the man.

just like right now.

with him showing up tonight in his work clothes, a grey suit god damn it, you almost lost it right there at the bar. he looked good in everything but park sunghoon in a suit just had to be one of your greatest weaknesses.

“stop staring.”

“hm?” you were too focused to hear his words, something that definitely annoyed him even more.

“nothing. bedroom, now,” you can practically hear the eyeroll in his tone, the man leaning down to help you out of your heels before ushering you down the dark hallway, his hand never leaving your waist. not once.

his demanding yet strangely hot choice of words is causing a pool in between your thighs, your panties now embarrassingly wet.

a fact you’d rather not let him know right now.

and of course you being you, trip on nothing but the protective hand on your waist holds you back, pulling you right back into its owner’s very sturdy chest.

“i told you not to drink so much,” his voice is dripping with annoyance, his grip on you harsher than before, “you never fucking listen.”

“calm down mr park,” you chuckle in an attempt to ease the weird tension and spin around in his hold to look at him. but it doesn’t work, evident from his frown that you end up playfully poking without much thought, “why is this handsome face always frowning?”

“you,” he grabs your wrist to stop you from touching his face, his fingers gripping into your skin as he glares down at you, “you’re the reason.”

it goes quiet for a while, the man’s eyes still glued on you. you suddenly feel hot, like your body is on fire despite the cold temperature outside. the only thing in your view now are his lips, those lips that you’ve secretly imagined yourself kissing so many times before.

the view is so tempting, almost teasing you but even in your drunken state that you knew you just couldn’t! he is your best friend for goodness sake!

get a grip!

“come on,” he says and pulls you along towards your room, his words seemingly more so for him than for you.

it’s even darker inside your bedroom with the only light being the one from the small lamp you apparently forgot to turn off. the view of your soft sheets and fluffy pillows is enough for your eyes go heavy, the thought of finally getting sleep exciting you already.

you begin to slip out of your short dress out of habit, leaving on just your flimsy undergarments that were barely doing its job at covering you. the way your best friend’s gaze drops along with your dress definitely doesn’t go unnoticed by you, the obvious dark glint in his gaze is enough to send a shiver through your body.

“don’t be so vulgar,” the man bends down to pick up your dress, his eyes glued onto your body as he does.

the tone, the gaze, the harsh grip on your body, the manhandling. everything is driving you insane and you want to so badly believe it’s because of the alcohol...

and not because you just want to fuck the man.

but damn was he making it harder and harder for you...

perhaps you were just sick in the head, but you’ve always secretly loved the way sunghoon treated you. the possessiveness, the protectiveness, traits you’ve always deemed a red flag in other men was something so hot in this man.

and this man only.

“get on the bed.”

gulp.

“yes daddy,” and you let your intrusive thoughts win, your mouth unfortunately working much faster than your head could. but the words were already said and the look on his face is not one you were expecting to get.

you definitely don’t miss the way he swallows loudly right after or the way his arm tenses up around your waist. just something about how visibly affected he is by your words makes you smirk, having never actually seen the man like this before.

and all because of one word.

“sunghoon...”

“don’t.”

“don’t what?”

“don’t push it,” he cups your cheeks with his hand, holding it still, forcing you to look up at him, “you’re drunk. go to sleep. call me when you wake up.”

just as the man turns away, you instinctively grab onto his jacket to stop him. you’re not sure why you did so but deep down, you’re glad you did.

and the next five second is a total blur, your mind unable to process how you were suddenly pinned on the bed by your best friend. the man is hovering over you, one knee between your legs, his hands holding you down and eyes focused solely on your lips.

“why do you do this?”

your breath hitches when his head disappears in the crook of your neck, his lips already attacking your sensitivity. only sunghoon knew how sensitive you were there, the man clearly using this to his advantage as he continued to kiss you despite all of your whimpers.

you were stunned, left speechless. never in a million years did you think you could finally push the man to his limit and now that you’ve succeeded, you didn’t know how to act.

“sunghoon...”

“nothing to say now? you were so mouthy just before,” he taunts you, his lips pulling into a grin against your skin as his fingers gripped into your hips, bruising them. his low chuckles tells you that he’s rather entertained, amused by your current dazed out state thanks to him, “that’s what i thought. you can’t handle it.”

then it all stops, the man’s lips no longer kissing you, the warmth of his body entirely gone.

“wh- what are you doing?” you sit up on your bed, confusion lacing your tone and expression as you watched your best friend straighten out his button up like he wasn’t on top of you a moment ago.

“call me in the morning.”

and he was gone, right out of your room and out of your apartment, leaving you to release the one breath you didn’t even know you were holding.

fuck.

end.

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[fours-writings]

thinking about… immortal y/n.. and virus riddled moon…

you take this job because honestly? why the hell not. looked cool on paper and paid well. since you weren’t about to go any time soon, you might as well get a good job while you’re at it.

you arrive late evenings. sun’s still out by now. you find him silly and decide to befriend him.

he’s a little concerned at how reckless you are— what with that one time a shelf fell on you and you ended up coming into work the next day seeming completely fine, and also the fact you tried to copy his signature dove into the ball pit and he swears you should’ve at least broken a few bones from that fall —but also likes how determined you are. most people are scared of him, purely because he’s an animatronic, and yet you keep on interacting with him without fail.

when night comes, the lights go out, and you have to go out on patrol, moon is there to join you.

he thinks you’re cocky. thinks you’re stupid for trying to be close with him. is scared he’ll hurt you like everyone else.

he also thinks you’re a dick, because you seem to antagonize him on purpose. you poke fun, argue with him, mock him, refuse to sleep… he can’t tell whether this is a breath of fresh air or another reason he’s starting to lose more control by the day.

meanwhile, you just think his reactions are amusing. it’s even better when you get that instinctive rush of fear when he threatens you.

moon keeps his distance. keeps a firm grip on his self control.

you don’t.

and so, inevitably, something bad happens.

another night, another patrol, and another round of banter. he didn’t know why whatever you said affected him so much, but he finds himself losing control. glitches and warnings blurring his vision.

before he realizes it, he’s stealthily coming up behind you… and suddenly, his hands are around your neck.

[continues below: CW for blood, gore, and decapitation]

you obviously jerked to tug away from him, your much smaller hands clawing at his. but all he does is grip harder.

you choke and squirm, but your attempts are futile. his claws automatically come out, digging into soft, vulnerable flesh.

to his surprise, it only takes a few more moments before your head comes clean off.

he doesn’t realize how your body doesn’t drop. how your blood is shockingly… not warm. how your hands reach upward toward your now-headless neck.

all he can pay attention to is the weight. of your head in his hands. your blood dripping down his casing.

the glitches recede, and all he can feel is an overwhelming sense of guilt.

not again. he didn’t mean to. he wasn’t paying attention.

not again.

“Can you give me my head back now?”

if he had a heart, he would’ve gotten a heart attack right then and there.

he optics flick down to your somehow still standing body, his hands beginning to shake.

“B—.. but I— you just…—“

“Mhm, yeah, just hand over my head already.”

despite how baffled and scared he is— at you, at his own actions, at this damn situation —he somehow musters up enough strength to carefully lower your head to you.

you aren’t careful as you take it back, turning it around to reveal your unamused expression. you grimace at the sight of him, covered in your own blood.

“Yeah, you might wanna wash that stuff off before it dries,” you say casually as you put your head back on your shoulders.

one moment, the blood is pouring from your mangled neck. the next, the wound is gone, nothing but the blood caking your form giving any hint there’s even been an injury in the first place.

“Stuff starts glowing all weird ‘n shit after a while,” you continue nonchalantly, “and by then it’s going to stain, so.. yeah, we’re probably gonna have to stop at a bathroom or something.”

you huff out a sigh as if annoyed by the inconvenience of being distracted from the patrol.

it was as if you didn’t even care about the fact he literally just took your head off.

“…how..?” moon finally mutters out, reaching toward you.

you actually roll your eyes at this, eyes flickering down toward the bloody mess on the floor.

“Your guess is as good as mine, pal,” you say, already turning to start walking toward the nearest bathroom or maybe supply closet.

he scrambled to follow, still shaking as he tries to ignore the feeling of blood covering him.

“W-Why aren’t you..?” the rest of his question hangs in the empty air.

why aren’t you mad i killed you.

you paused, then turned to him again.

you looked bored, but there was at least the smallest hint of pity in your eyes.

“You’ve acting weird lately,” you hummed, turning back to continue walking, “don’t blame you for it. At least I finally know what your limit is now.”

there’s something about the way you shrug at the end of your words that tugs at his wires.

anger. guilt. excitement.

the feelings all pool in his circuits, swirling and mixing into an explosive cocktail.

he looks down at his hands.

he recognizes the sight.

but it feels different for a multitude of reasons now.

he doesn’t want to believe whatever just happened. he wants to think the virus is tricking him, making him believe you somehow survived. that this is some sort of sick fantasy to help him cope with the fact he just killed his counterpart’s best friend.

he’s pulled from his thoughts by the feeling of your hand wrapping around his wrist. he wants to pull away, but he just can’t.

for the first time, he notices how cold you are. not that you’re freezing, but you’re definitely not warm enough for the average human. enough to keep you moving, but not enough that you feel alive.

“Moon, come on,” you say impatiently, tugging at his wrist, “we need to clean, like, everything up before someone else comes around and sees.”

against his better judgment, his cleaning protocols perk up at the mention.

he wants so badly to resist. to ask more questions. to wrap his own hand around your arm just to test if this magic worked with more than just your fragile neck.

he lets you pull him along, silent and confused. the nearest supply closet isn’t too far. neither is the bathroom. he wonders which you’ll go for first

[deb-1106]

Serendipity

Part 3

Written for @choicesflashfics - Week 33

Prompt 3  — “Say that again … I don’t think I heard you right the first time.”

Book: TRR/OPH

Pairings: Drake Walker x Ava Matheson, Bryce Lahela x Charlie Hawkins

Word count: 2500

Rating: M

TW: Profanity, Suggestive language

A/N: This is a collaboration between myself and @walkerismychoice using the weekly prompts provided by @choicesflashfics As always if you want on or off the tag list, just let me know.

“So you’re laying out clothes for me now?”  Drake eyed the crisp, white button down shirt and freshly pressed tan pants that had magically appeared on the bed while he was in the shower.

Ava gave him a dazzling smile.  “Just a suggestion.  But if you’d rather wear a pair of your ratty old jeans and one of those sad, threadbare flannel shirts you love so much…I can’t stop you.”

“My clothes have been good enough for dinner with the fucking King and Queen…” He muttered under his breath, “but I guess they don’t quite cut it for dinner with Ken and Barbie.” 

He picked up the shirt and inspected the tag. 

Fucking Armani. She wasn’t messing around tonight.

Ava poked her head out of the bathroom, eyeliner pencil still in hand, “Did you say something?” 

“Just wondering why we have to get so dressed up for a casual dinner date with your new bestie and her boy toy.” 

Ava rolled her eyes.  “First…he’s not some boy toy.  He’s a very accomplished surgeon who just saved your life.” She chided gently, “So maybe keep that in mind before mocking him. Second, it’s just a new shirt and a pair of pants for goodness sake.” She flashed him a cheeky smile, “I’m saving the tuxedo I bought you for our second dinner date with them.

“Assuming there IS one, you better be kidding.”

Ava shrugged before ducking back into the bathroom.

“I still think this is fucking weird.”  He shouted to her retreating back, “Who the hell makes friends with their doctor for fuck sake?  Isn’t that some kind of HIPAA violation?”

Silence from the bathroom.  Ava either didn’t hear him, or she was pretending she didn’t.

“Swear to God…” Drake grumbled, “if he mentions how good-looking he is even once tonight, I’ll show him my surgical skills…with a fucking butter knife.”  

Drake grabbed a pair of boxer briefs out of his top drawer and slid them on before getting dressed.

He glanced into the mirror and nodded. He hated to admit it, but he looked pretty damn good in designer duds, if he did say so himself.  

Leaning in closer, he raked his damp hair back and fleetingly wished he’d gotten it cut this afternoon.

Just then, Ava emerged through the bathroom door.

Their eyes met in the mirror and she smiled.  Drake felt his stomach do a little flip as he watched her cross the room toward him, her pale yellow sundress floating around her legs, her ponytail brushing the tops of her tanned shoulders and the alluring scent of fresh Gardenia perfuming the air with every step she took.

She’s a goddamn Goddess.  How did I get so lucky? 

Ava sidled up behind him, sliding her arms around his waist.

“See.” She cooed, as her admiring gaze traveled over him from head to toe. She pressed into him, the heat of her breath on his ear making the hairs on the back of Drake’s neck stand to attention as the sensation of her breasts rubbing against his back made other parts of his body do the same. 

“You look hot.” She whispered in his ear.

“You think so?” He turned around and pulled her into his arms, making sure she could feel what she’d just done to him.  “Am I as hot as pretty boy?”

Ava bit back a smile as she reached out to smooth the fabric of Drake's shirt over his broad shoulders, and down his tightly muscled arms, being mindful not to jostle his injured arm too much.

“Not gonna lie… Bryce is reeaaally attractive.”

Drake’s brow furrowed. “Say that again … I don’t think I heard you right the first time.”

Ava smirked. “Oh, I think you heard me…I mean, did you see that smile…” 

“Yeah.  I’m pretty sure NASA classified it as a new constellation.” Drake unwrapped her arms from his waist. “Actually, if this whole surgeon thing doesn’t work out, he could always get a job as a lighthouse.”

Ava laughed and grabbed his wrists, pulling him back to her.  She leaned into his chest, savoring the heat of his skin through the light fabric. She let out a soft sigh as she tilted her head up to meet his eyes. 

“You’re no pretty boy, Drake Walker. ” She murmured, as she ran her hands over his chest, biting her lip seductively. “You're my rugged, sexy, gorgeous, hunk of a man that I love with every fiber of my being.” She looped one arm around his neck, pulling him down for a lingering kiss laced with promise. “And if you behave yourself … when we get home tonight, I’ll show you just how irresistible I find you.”

“Yeah?” One corner of Drake’s mouth curled upward.  “Out of curiosity, just how well-behaved are we talking here? Like, for instance…if I were to casually mention you’re in the market for a stripper for your bachelorette party and ask if he’d consider dusting off his banana hammock for one last grind against the pole…would you consider that bad behavior, or simply a friendly exchange of lighthearted banter between friends?”

“You wouldn’t DARE.”

 Drake gave her a slow, panty-dropping grin. “New plan.  How about you ensure my good behavior at dinner, by skipping straight to the ‘not being able to resist me’ portion of the night?”

Ava smiled up at him, momentarily losing herself in the burning intensity of his gaze before getting a hold of herself and gently pushing him away.

“No can do, Loverboy. We’re running late as it is.  They’re probably already at the restaurant waiting for us.”

Drake sighed and grabbed his keys off the dresser. “Come on, then.   The sooner we get there, the sooner we can get home and finish what you started.”

—

Bryce rushed through his and Charlie’s apartment door, unsurprisingly late after a complicated surgery. The best thing about being with another hospital physician was that they just got it. He knew Charlie wouldn't be upset that he didn’t get home when expected, although he did get five text requests for a status update in the last hour or so. 

Bryce could hear the shower running in the master bath as he approached. As tempting as it was to hop in and join Charlie, he'd already taken a shower after changing out of his surgical scrubs. He slowly and quietly pushed open the bathroom door, leaning against the frame to watch and thinking he should be thankful the landlords chose glass shower doors over a curtain. Bryce knew Charlie could be self-conscious about her body, what with growing up surrounded by people who could afford to buy the body they desired if they couldn’t attain it naturally, but to him, she was perfection. Her well-proportioned curves were in all the right places, and what Charlie described as an average body was anything but. He tried to keep his arousal at bay as her soapy hands skimmed over her ample breasts and then down and around to her flawless backside. Soft and round, yet firm at the same time, Charlie’s ass was Bryce’s favorite part, but before he could dwell on it, she turned to grab her conditioner.

“Ahhh!” Charlie screamed as the bottle slipped and crashed to the shower floor. “You scared me! Why didn’t you say you were here instead of just gawking at me like an idiot?”

Bryce shrugged. “It’s a better show when you don’t know I’m watching.”

“Well, show’s over, pal. If you want a chance to see any more of this…” Charlie waved a hand over her body, “you better get ready so we’re not late for dinner.”

Bryce chuckled as he headed to his walk-in closet. Charlie was by no means high-maintenance, but she also wasn’t the jump out of the shower and go type either. He’d be dressed and ready to go long before she had her hair and makeup done. He threw on a nicer pair of dark jeans and a lightweight gray pullover he thought would be fitting for the venue. Although Ava and Drake associated with royals, they, or more specifically Drake, didn't seem like the type to be impressed by fancy dinners and material things. Not that he cared much about impressing Drake anyway with as unpleasant as he'd been in the hospital. However, Charlie really liked Ava, and judging someone solely based on their disposition after a traumatic gunshot wound wasn't completely fair. Plus Bryce had been somewhat of a cocky asshole in defense, so he probably owed Drake another chance.

Inspecting his defined jawline in the mirror, Bryce determined his five o’clock stubble to be more sexy-casual than unkempt mess and didn’t bother shaving. He ran a little pomade through his hair with his fingers and it magically fell into place like it always seemed to do. In the span of no more than five minutes, he was ready, and Charlie was just barely out of the shower.

The hum of the hair dryer told Bryce he still had plenty of time, so he powered-up his playstation to relax for a bit. Engrossed in his game, he had no idea how much time had passed when Charlie emerged from the bedroom.

“Hurry up!” She snapped. “We need to leave now!”

“Just let me save this.” Bryce powered down the machine and glanced up at Charlie which rendered him momentarily speechless. Yes, they’d been dating close to two years, but it seemed most of that time was in hospital scrubs. Seeing her dressed up always felt like the first time, and today, with her loose curls, flowy white floral mini dress, and strappy heels, was no exception.

"Come here." Bryce stood and pulled Charlie in by the waist. "Are you sure you don't want to cancel on them and order in?" He lightly trailed a finger up her inner thigh.

She pushed him away and laughed. "Stop trying to seduce me. You're too damn good at it. You're even wearing that cologne that reminds me of…you know. You really aren't playing fair, but I shall resist. She plucked the keys off the hook by the door and tossed them to Bryce. "Let's go!"

___

Thanks to Drake’s lead foot and aptitude for navigating the serpentine back roads of Cordonia, they arrived at the restaurant right on time.  Drake was surprised - pleasantly surprised by the choice.  Rather than a pretentious fine-dining establishment, which Drake presumed would appeal to the young successful doctors, they had instead chosen a quaint, unassuming tavern.  

As Ava predicted, Charlie and Bryce were seated at a table, waiting for them.  Ava squeezed Drake’s hand.  “Remember. Play nice.” 

“I know the stakes.” He gave her his most disarming smile. “Now let's go break bread with our new best friends.”  

As they approached the table, Bryce rose from his seat.  As Charlie and Ava embraced and began gushing over each other's outfits, Bryce turned to Drake with that big, goofy grin of his and offered his hand.

His handshake was surprisingly firm, Drake noted with satisfaction. Nothing he hated more than a limp handshake.  

So at least there was that.

Once the girls broke apart, Charlie smiled warmly at Drake and he smiled back. “Nice to see you again, Charlie.” 

He extended his hand toward her, with every intention of giving her a friendly handshake, but as he watched  Dr. Touchy McFeely pull Ava into a tight hug,  his and Charlie’s handshake somehow morphed into a half shake, half hug that was fully awkward as fuck.

Drake sighed and sat down, only to feel like even more of an ass as Bryce pulled out Ava’s chair for her.

Shit.  I guess bailing on those stupid ‘comportment’ lessons all those years ago is finally biting me in the ass.

He met Ava’s eyes across the table and she gave him a sweet smile before turning her full attention to Charlie.

Shit.  

Drake scanned the room, trying to catch the eye of a server.  He needed a drink STAT.

 “So Drake.” Bryce’s cheerful voice momentarily pulled Drake's attention from his search.  “How’s the shoulder?”

“Huh?” Drake just caught sight of a waiter passing by with a tray full of drinks.

“The shoulder.” Bryce repeated, tapping a long slender finger against his own scapula, “How’s it feeling?  Any residual pain?”

“No.” Drake shook his head slowly, “Nope. No pain.  All good.” 

“Good.” Bryce nodded. “Yeah, well … glad to hear it.”

“Yup.”

The two men sat in an awkward silence as the girls chatted away, oblivious to the tension on the other side of the table.

“So …uh…” Drake cleared his throat, “You like being a doctor?”

Even as the question left his lips, he recognized how idiotic it was.  Thankfully their server chose that moment to materialize, saving Bryce from having to answer.

“Good Evening, I’m Brian and I'll be your server tonight.”

Drake opened his mouth, but before he could utter a word, Brian placed a tumbler of amber liquid in front of him, and another in front of Bryce.

“Now ladies, can I get you started with a beverage?”

“Charlie said you were a whiskey man.” Bryce explained, “So I took the liberty…I hope you don’t mind.”

Mind? Drake thought to himself, Hell, right now I want to kiss you right on that pretty little mouth of yours.

But what he actually said was… “Thanks man.  Appreciate it.”

Drake took a deep swallow, savoring the deep oaky flavor and subtle heat as it hit the back of his throat.

Suddenly, his brow shot up in surprise. “Wait.  Is this…” “Macallan 15." Bryce supplied helpfully, “I wasn’t sure what you drank, but this has always been one of my favorites.” He paused, “Actually, I prefer the 18 year, but this was what they had so…”

“No. This is great.” Drake said quickly, giving Bryce his first true smile of the evening, “You can’t ever go wrong with Macallan.”

Bryce grinned back at him.  “Cheers to that!”

They both raised their glasses.

“So Bryce.” Drake leaned back in his chair, having decided that this night might not be a total bust afterall, “Ava tells me you play a bit of Basketball."

Bryce took a sip of whiskey and nodded, “Yeah, I played some in college, but now I play just for fun.  Do you play?”

“Yeah, I mean, not in college.  Soccer was my game back then.  But we have an indoor court at the palace and that's what we do to unwind between shifts.” 

“Between shifts?  You work at the palace?  I thought you just lived there.”

“Yeah. I uh…” Drake hesitated, not sure how much he really wanted to divulge.  Talking about his job didn’t usually make for light-hearted dinner conversation.

But Bryce asked…

“I’m not actually living there at the moment.” Drake confessed, “Things with Liam are a little…uh…strained right now.” without thinking, he sent a cautious look in Ava’s direction, “But I do still work there.  I’m Kingsguard.”

“Kingsguard.” Bryce repeated before letting out a low whistle and leaning back in his chair.  “So throwing yourself in front of bullets is all in a day's work for you.” 

“Hardly.” Drake chuckled as he finished off his glass.  Bryce immediately signaled for two more. “But if it meant saving her…” Drake glanced over at Ava, and as if sensing his eyes on her, she looked up and smiled. “There’s nothing I wouldn’t do to protect her.”

"Aww!" Charlie interjected, although Drake wondered how she managed to overhear when neither woman even paused to take a breath in their own conversation. "I think this one's a keeper, Ava."

Ava reached her left hand across the table to squeeze Drake’s. "He is." 

Charlie's eyes went wide. "Ava!" She grasped Ava's hand and pulled it closer to inspect. "Is this ring what I think it is?"

Ava beamed and glanced at Drake before turning back to Charlie. "We wanted to tell you and Bryce together in person, but yes it is. We're engaged!"

[writing-by-mimi]

Nine Demons and A Baby

     Fandom: Obey Me

     Pairing: Diavolo x F!MC

     Chapter: 9 Of ?

     Summary:  Demonus may just bring your dreams to life.

      Adult content. Read at your own risk. Not beta read.

   "Ya believe him? That he won't go back to Dreka?"

    "I don't know!" You answered quickly with your mouth full. "But this seems like he is pretty fuckin' serious about not going to her. The last thing Diavolo ever wants is for his people to suffer." You finished your mouth full. "But, I also don't want to trap him or me in a loveless marriage."

    "Fuck it. Be a princess. Use em' till he runs dry for whatever ya want. Call it compensation, call it manipulation, I don't care. Get what ya can from him. It's the least he could do."

    "I wish I could think like that..." a sigh leaving your lips.

     "Ya won't ever though. You're too bright and shiny for that type of thinkin'" He shrugged. "Good and bad, it happens, plus, it's one of the reasons we love ya." He winked.

     "I love you too, Mammoney."

     "Of course ya do, what's not ta love? I'm the Great Mammon." His blush betraying his attitude.

     "I know Lucifer already served his sentence here with me," You joked, "but could you have him come in next? So he can read this?" You poked at the folder as you continued to eat.

     "Most likely ya, he's been hoverin' like a mother hen since the king took most of his duties back. It's left him a lot more free time. Which, while pretty cool," the Avatar of Greed sighed, "it's also been drivin me, Satan and Belphie a bit crazy. Like, we know he means well...but it's been a long ass time since he hovered like he is."

     "Well, he loves you guys. He always hated he couldn't be around as much because of what he was doing. He's the oldest, he feels like he has to or he is a failure, we both know his pride won't let him..."

    "Yaaaa, we know. It's just weird. He's in such a happy mood, Satan and Belphie sabotaged his coffee all sneaky like....and he just laughed." Mammon shuddered. "I almost prefer gettin strung up to that, ya know?"

     "I'm glad he laughed. His blood pressure was probably sky high  anyway. I don't need him having a stroke or heart attack. He's gotta be around to see baby royal grow up. You all do." You stressed, looking Mammon dead in the eyes. "So be extra careful with the witches and at the casino, please?" You put on a pouty face, knowing you would win in the end.

    "Alright, alright, fine." A deep sigh left him. "I'll cut it back for ya, for the munchkin." He motioned to your belly. "Ya know, pregnant ladies can make bank online."

   "Oh hell no, you better not be saying what I think your saying."

    "Well, you got Mega Goldie, excuse a man for trying to make some money. Damn." He scoffed playfully. "But for real though, you ever want some extra cash, The Great Mammon knows where ta take ya."

    "No." A disappointed look on your face.

    "Don't let Lucifer see that look. You'll raise his blood pressure." He sassed as he showed you the text that Lucifer would be with you as soon as possible.

     "Ask him to grab me some clothes. I don't think I need the gown. Plus, I want to shower."

    "We talkin' sexy shower? Cuz I could give you a rub down." A purr leaving his lips, causing you to laugh and blush. "See, being single ain't so bad. Get a bunch of hot guys hitting on ya. Works for me, we get ta see ya all giggly and blushy." He returned his feet to the bed rails. "Speaking of being blushy, ya gonna let Diavolos dad take you for a ride?" A large teasing smile on his face.

   "Mammon!"

    "It is a legitimate question and I refuse to take your abuse from askin' it!" He turned his head and put up his nose as a show, only turning to you for a moment as a laugh left him. "Plot twist, prince dumbass ends up havin ta call ya Mommy."

     You slapped his ankles as hard as you could, you know it didn't hurt though, he continued to laugh, never moving his feet. "It's like the perfect revenge."

    "Oh my God..." you whispered, hands covering your face.

     "Ain't no God here, Doll. That dicks upstairs." Mammon pointed upwards. "Imagine Lord Diavolo balls deep and you just start moaning for his dad." The laugh leaving him quickly, racking his body.

     "Doubtful, Mammon. I've been told I'm quite skilled when it comes to pleasures of the flesh." Diavolos deep baritone catching you off gaurd.

    "It's never a normal conversation with you two, is it?" Lucifer sighed. "Just once, I would like to over hear something tame from the two of you."

     "I've also talked with my father. As punishment for putting the future princess, if Mc should accept my offer, through what I have, and as compensation for being able to use all of the kingdoms riches to prove my loyalty, my father is allowed to have no more than fifteen minutes with Mc, if she should so choose." Diavolo took a seat next to your bed. Leaning back in the chair and resting his left ankle on his knee.

     You could feel your face light up like a Christmas tree. "You would really be okay with me having sex with your dad?" Voice octaves higher than intended.

     "I told you I would do anything. If that is what it takes...then so be it."

    All you could do was blink.

    "See, I told ya, Mommy-" your hands flying to his face cut him off as you threw yourself over the railings. A set of hands grabbing your hips kept you in the bed. "Mammon. Quite." You instructed.

    A big toothy grin on his face, he made the motion of zipping his lips as you were slowly pulled back.

     Diavolo's hands lingered on your hips for a few moments, even after you were seated in the bed. "My father seems more taken with Asmodeus. If anyone would be getting called Mommy, it would be him." He sat himself slowly, staring at Mammon.

    All the Avatar of Greed could to was nod and give a thumbs up as he looked anywhere but at the prince, remaining quiet.

     "I missed the text about clothes. I only noticed after being at your door. I have ask Barbatos to purchase you something appropriate for bed rest, but not a gown, as you've grown tired of the infirmary one." Lucifer informed, tapping Mammons shoulder to switch him seats. The eldest sitting as Mammon pulled up another chair to be next to him.

    "Um..." you wrung your hands together, the energy in the room was nerve racking. "I wanted to wait. To open the rest of the bags." You motioned with your head to what sat at the end of your bed. "I hope that's ok." You turned to Diavolo, a dark flush taking over your cheeks and running down your neck. "Since your here now...I was wondering if you would have time to open them with me." You turned your eyes to stare at the wall. Knowing you were going to be used like a flesh light by nine demons and trying to look at Diavolo...you felt like your face was going to melt off.

     "I would love nothing more, but perhaps we let Lucifer read and negotiate first. I believe he will appreciate his gift once he needs not worry about paper work.

   The bib. Your smile reaching your eyes, you turned to Lucifer. "Read fast."

     "I take it you have not opened the box yet?" Diavolo reached out for it, setting it in your lap. "I purchased something different. If it isn't to your liking, or you wish not to sign, then do not worry yourself. If you do wish to sign, but do not like the cut or style, even the color, please let me know. I'll have it changed immediately."

     Lucifer picked up the file from the bed and began. Your hands held the box carefully... were you ready to see it? Were you going to be able to sign? Even after..." You still didn't know a lot about Diavolo, other than the bits he had admitted to you. "The week before the wedding... I'd like to spend more time with you. Get to know you better...it's how I'm going to decide what I'm doing."

    He nodded his head. "I'll have what little I do have scheduled moved. I will be free the whole week."

    "Okay." You nodded as you looked at the box harder.

     "If ya use yer hands, it'll probably open faster." Mammon teased.

     "I know that, jerk." You stuck your tounge out at him. Taking a deep breath, you opened the box.

      It was gorgeous.

     "The stone itself is Aerielzite. Only able to be found in the deepest part of the forest, next to the lake. Every few thousand years, a handful of rocks wash up on the lakeshore. Only one or two of them ever have it inside of them. It's exclusive to the Devildom." Diavolo's tone was soft, his eyes overlooking the ring. "The two stones on the sides are no where near as rare, but I believed it would suit you."

     The main gem, while clear as glass, held sparkles. Looking at it closely, the sparkles where small, milky white in color, and not sparkles at all. Small flowers. Each one different. The milky white didn't influence the clarity in the slightest. The stones on the side were easy to recognize. Your designated birth stone in the human realm. Your voice was no more than a whisper, slipping past your lips in disbelief. "It's beautiful..."

     "I've also enchanted it. The band will fit your finger perfectly. I've been told by the jewelers that finger swelling is common in pregnant women. So no matter what happens, it will always fit and never fall off. So you've naught a worry as to loosing it. I know the thought of such things detoured you from wearing jewelry in the past."

    You weren't sure how long you spent gazing at it. Completely unaware of Diavolo watching the wonderment on your face as you found a new flower when shifting the ring in the lights.

     "If Mc should want divorced, because the terms are the same as if you should cheat, are you sure you wish to keep the possibility of a death sentence. It does seem a bit over the top, even for you." Lucifer set the folder down on the table beside himself.

     "What?" You were drawn from your thoughts as you turned to the prince. "Why would you include that? Especially if I divorce you?!"

    "Rudy was the one drawing up the paperwork. It was honestly just easier. I trust that if you were to leave me, I would do something most likely worthy of your ire, so what happens, happens."

    "Who the fuck is Rudy? Why would it be easier? Your talking about dying."

    Lucifer released a sigh. "Rudy is very knowledgeable about the laws, and the systems. He is just terrible at the navigation of writing said papers. I once waited three hours for something that should have taken thirty minutes, at most."

     "It also doesn't help that he is very nice to talk too. Truly a good man. No one has the heart to demote him..." Diavolo sighed as he motioned to the paperwork. "Rudy." He shrugged.

    "So basically the human DMV." You nodded. "If your okay with it...I guess I am too. I am curious though...why that date, the two weeks?"

    "I'm surprised you are asking. I would have thought the day you entered my realm more memorable." The smile on his face matching the hearty chuckle. "Call me sentimental, but since we've missed the Blood moon, I could think of no better date than the one we first laid eyes upon each other."

     It made you blush and turn away from him. "We should do the gifts."

     "Satan has already received his." A smile on the princes face.

     "I'm not even going to ask how that went." You rummaged through the sack from before and found Lucifer and Mammons. "Diavolo had them made. I think they are pretty neat...and since you'll most likely be around a lot, you can even use them too. But I imagine it'll be more for photo shoots." Your smile was wide as you tossed the corresponding bib to each man.

     Mammon slammed it down in his lap, looking away, only to pull it up and look again.

    "It's okay if you cry, Mams..."

    "I ain't gonna fucking weep like a lil girl over a bib." His voice shaky as he stood to embrace you. "I just got stuff in my eyes, not related at all to this stupid bib that I'm totally gonna take hundreds of photos of the munchkin in."

    "Love ya, Mams."

    "Love ya too." His voice was quiet, you could feel his tears through the shoulder of your gown, but you wouldn't tease him. Not this time. "Love you too, munchkin." He placed a hand on your tummy. It was weird. He was the first to do so, but it would be something to try and get used too. It was probably gonna happen a lot as you got bigger. Especially when the baby started moving.

     You honestly couldn't wait for that day.

      Lucifer's smile was soft, gloved hand moving over the fabric lightly. "Barbatos's, let me see it." He held his hand out. Digging around, you found his and handed it to him. A light airy laugh leaving his lips. "You've done excellent."

      "I thought so." The prince shrugged. "All though the kicker would be these two." He tossed the one for you and him to Lucifer, another laugh escaping him. Mammon snatched one and softly ran his fingers over it.

      "This kid is so damn cute and it ain't even born. Imagine how damn adorable the munchkin is gonna be in this." He held it up to Lucifer, the Bib made for you.

     "I imagine he or she will have us all wrapped around their finger quite easily. In these situations, it is best to try and have a strong united front. So the child may have morals and not be spoilt."

     "Well, you did good teaching Satan. He's a good man." You smiled confidently.

     "Your flattery will get you no where with me, Mc." Lucifer smirked as he handed back Barbatos's bib for baby royal. "I would love to be present when he receives it, if at all possible."

     You nodded. Eyes going back to the ring box.

     'I am glad you like it. I was worried you may find it gaudy or unappealing."

    "I don't know how. It's amazing. Are you sure it shouldn't be put somewhere, like a museum? You said its rare..."

    "The flowers inside are never the same pattern, or even the same flowers. Each one is unique. I would rather you wear it than have it set away in a dusty building behind layers of enchanted glass."

    "I...thank you." You closed the box carefully and handed it to Diavolo.

    "I understand." His face was hard set as he stood.

     "No!" You threw yourself up and over the bed rails, grabbing the front of his suit. "It's not rejection. Just...if I do sign, you'll need it for the wedding..." Your gaze holding an uncertain look as you looked up to him.

     "If." He whispered. "I believe I've bothered you enough. I can still leave if I've made you uncomfortable." His large hands covering yours as he looked into your eyes.

    They were soft, no longer hardset. You could tell he wanted to stay, but would leave if you asked. "You can stay." Your voice was soft. "I still have bags to open...and...we should talk more." You could feel your face heat.

     He slowly removed your hands, hold both of yours in one of his and his other hand rested in your hip, guiding you back to a sitting position in the bed. "You should try to be more careful. Barbatos will order higher bed rails if you should fall out." He chided gently, features soft as he continued to look at you. "May I...May I touch you?"

    "Ya kinda already are." Mammon mumbled looking anywhere but at the two of you.

    "I simply wish to touch your stomach...to talk to our baby, if you would be comfortable." Diavolos cheeks held a soft pink as he slowly released you.

     "It's something that happens a lot in the human world. So don't feel bad about asking. Sometimes, random people just go up and touch pregnant women. Like rubbing their baby bump and asking a bunch of questions." You shrugged. "So getting used to it now rather than later won't hurt." You shrugged as you snuggled back into your pillows to lay down.

     "If a rando walks up to you 'n' starts touching you and shit, they are gonna find themselves in a fuckin' hole." The second born crossed his arms, sniffing away the last of his tears from earlier.

      "I believe Mammon and I think in similar ways." Diavolos warm hand now resting on your stomach. "If a stranger were to approach you and your mother, I am unsure I would be able to be merciful. The only bonus is that you will not have been born yet to see such violence so young." His eyes sliding up to yours. "I hope that you know, no matter the choice you make, I will protect you and our child. Even after they are born. I do not wish my child to endure loss such as I have."

      Diavolo's mother. She had died giving birth... "Was it just complications from birth...or did she have a condition or something that would have made the delivery harder on her?" You didn't want to drudge up hurtful memories or information, but it did matter.

    "That would be a question for my father. Until the dinner that night, it was the most I ever heard him speak of her around me."

     Placing your hand over his, you gave it a small squeeze. "Well, baby royal has lots of people that love them already. As long as they make it, the rest can be dealt with. I don't mean to speak out of bounds..." you paused, unsure if you should continue, "If your mother loved you even a fraction of how much I love baby royal already, she didn't regret having you. I feel like even if she knew the end result, she would have done it anyway. I would." You smiled down to your stomach. "No matter what happens, as long as it safe and loved, I've completed my part. I wouldn't change it for the world. I know she probably wouldn't have either."

     "You are correct." A deep voice drawing your eyes to the doorway. Asmodeus and the King entered, leaving the door open. "She loved carrying you." The kings eyes were on Diavolo. "Even if she knew what we know now, she would not change it. She loved you more than I will ever be able to tell you." His voice soft as he approached, taking a seat next to his son. "We will do what we can for Mc. I will do all in my power to ensure she does not meet the same fate, and that my grandchild makes it into this world. You've naught to worry, son. Enjoy the time you have. It passes much quicker than one thinks. Before you know it, you will be talking to your own child as I am speaking to you now."

     "Tens of thousands of years of rest will do that." Asmo sighed as he took a seat next to Mammon.

     "I am unsure I enjoy your honesty. Though I am unsure if you do not understand your position, or just wish to rile me." The kings eyes moving to Asmodeus.

     "Winding you up is easy, I know exactly were I belong. The truth is the truth, even if he has been a little shitbag." Asmodeus crossed his legs, glaring at Diavolo. "The years you neglected are on you, so you should spend the next couple thousand being a good dad and grandfather."

     "You truly wish to test me..."

     A sexy smirk from the Avatar as he rolled his eyes at the king almost made you laugh outloud. "I have a few ideas on how and what to test, though I don't think they are appropriate to be spoken of now."

    "A true Minx...Remind me to show you your place later." A small growl leaving him.

    "For real, he's gonna end up calling Asmo Mommy." Mammon averted his gaze.

  Dinner time came, it went well...for the first half.

     Satan and Diavolo were seated across from each other, instead of you and the prince being across. Satan had progressively upped his flirtation with you...and you weren't sure what to do. It wasn't your forty-eight hours...but you were technically single. The forty-eight more existed for the deal, so that he would forced to understand.

    The problem was, while seated at the same table with the man that held your heart, Satan was working on making you a lusty mess just from whispered words and quick touches. You couldn't bring yourself to look Diavolo in the eye. It didn't matter...you were single...but it still felt awkward.

    "You aren't very pregnant yet, but you wear it well, Mc. I dare say you're glowing already." The fourth born leaned back in his seat, gently resting his hand on your knee.

    "Oh, thank you, Satan." You blushed. He was the first to say it seemed like you were. It was very sweet. "Although I doubt it's gonna be that much of a glow anyway." You tried to deflect. He compliment made you feel nice.

     "Do you plan to have another?" Picking up his wine glass, he turned his eyes to yours, the green sparkling more than usual because of the chandeliers in the dining hall.

    You set you silverware down and wrung your hands, you didn't even know how to answer that question. You weren't even a month into this pregnancy, and who knew who you would even be with at that time or what would happen...

     "If you happen to fancy being pregnant, or having another baby, I can lend assistance." He casually mentioned as he took a sip of his wine, eyes never leaving yours.

     You opened your mouth to answer, but no words came. You closed it quickly and looked away, knowing your face was the reddest it had ever been.

     You hadn't seen Diavolo grit his teeth and bend his fork. The jealousy in his eyes as Satan told you he could 'assist'. The prince  knew full well what he ment. Satan was offering to breed you.

    "I...um." you cleared your throat. "I don't know. I might not be up for another, considering all the drama I've already been through with baby royal." You looked down to your hands.

     "I know you love being breed. Being called cute nicknames, Kitten." You could feel your heart race as he continued, "Breeding you would be easy. Every soft little gasp, every scream I could pull from you..." His fingers traced up your thigh, pulling your dress up with it. "Wrath works well with breeding. I get to channel all of it into something loving, like you taught me too, instead of destruction." His fingers making small circles on the skin of your thigh.

     "A bottle of Demonus." Diavolos hard voice caught your attention.

    Satan rested his other arm on the table, holding his chin up with a cheshire grin. "Do you plan to tell us more about Dreka?"

     You bit the inside of your lip. Demonus had brought you so close to Dia...it had also taken you miles away from him as well. Maybe this time he wouldn't talk about her...maybe he would.

    If he did, it would all be truth he couldn't filter on account of being drunk, like last time. It was hard to believe a drunken Diavolo had helped you create the life inside of you, only for him to be drunk again and shatter you. Would he do the same this time? Perhaps another woman he fancied would come up...

     "Or is there perhaps another who you fancy, now that you've reacquainted yourself with her, and found her...diseased?" The smile never left his face.

    "Perhaps you check the garden, there may be a stray or two who needs your care." Diavolos eyes never left Satan's.

     "I've the only kitten I need right here." His fingers slowly dancing acrossed your exposed skin and moving further up.

     Satan was challenging Diavolo...

    "If you are interested in beastiality, I could have enough cats delivered to fill your whole home." He smirked as he began to enjoy his Demonus.

     "I'm sure you could. I'd kill every kitten in the House of Lamentation just to pet the pussy I want."

     You wanted to jump out of your skin. Satan was willing to murder cats for you...not even cats, adorable kittens.

     " Maybe the one you seek isn't interested in your cheap cotton sheets and toys." The princes icy words were spoken perfectly politely.

     You could feel Satan's hand still, smile still on his features, "I have a feeling this kitty cat wouldn't need such things." His hand moving quickly to cup your clothed cunt, middle finger expertly finding the bundle of nerves, he slowly put pressure on it and began lightly rub.

    Your hands gripped the sides of your chair tightly, even biting your lip, you couldn't stop the moan that escaped. Satan's soft touches, being exposed like this in front of everyone to see...even Diavolo... it had made you wetter than you would ever admit outloud.

      "See?" A chuckle left Satan as his finger continued to gently rub your clit. "This kitten purs from just the slightest attention. Leaves one to wonder how neglected she was by previous people..."

    Your eyes had slipped closed as Satan's finger continued the soft rhythm he had started. You did your best to control your breathing, but you could still hear yourself, small pants filling the silence until a loud sound made your eyes shoot open.

     Diavolo had broken the Demonus bottle with his bare hand. Gripped it too tightly in his jealousy as he watched Satan play with you. Your soft pants of pleasure driving him to the edge. "Remove your hand."

     "Why would I do what you ask?" The blondes face holding a smug grin. "Especially when my kitten is just starting to pur."

     "I wasn't asking." Diavolo's deep growl causing you to buck against the blondes fingers, the sudden anger had made you jump. You hadn't ment to let out an airy moan.

     "It really doesn't matter if you were. It's not as if you are her husband." Satan never spared you a glance as his practiced hands slipped your panties aside and found your clit again. The warmth of his fingers on your bare pussy, middle finger dragging slowly against your bundle of nerves was maddening. Satan's words were correct. You were free to do this. To be debauched in front of him by another. If it hurt him, the feelings were his to deal with, just as you had so many times before. "Not even a fiancé, not even a boyfriend." He stressed. "So it really doesn't matter what you say." A deep laugh leaving him. "Are you having a good time, Kitten?" Satan finally looked to you. "You look absolutely enchanting like this." His cheeks were a slight pink, eyes holding so much lust.

   You couldn't get the words out. You tried. You really did. Instead your hips talked for you, rolling forward against his finger drawing another moan from your lips as you held his eyes.

     Feeling Satan's finger slowly glide down, your eyes slid closed again as you panted. Feeling him at your entrance you shuddered. "Fuck." Your curse a whisper.

     Satan looked back to the prince, "Her time has not started yet." He growled throwing the broken Demonus bottle to the floor.

     "Correct. That was simply to absolve you of your grief and guilt, and to allow her to feel what it is like to be fucked by someone who holds them first. Kitten never made you any promises, well, not this time around." He tilted his head as he gave a smile. "She was willing to give you her everything. Be your wife. Mc would be loyal to you until the day she passed, or longer if made immortal."

    "Satan!" You gasped as his finger entered your slick hole, wet from all of your public teasing and his kind words. Hands grasping his arm, your eyes spotted Diavolo. It was the maddest you had ever seen him.

     "I could make her meow any minute." He taunted. "Isn't that right, Kitten?"

    "Yes!" You hadn't ment to answer, but your brain was so hazy. So close to cumming, and right in front of Diavolo. A small twisted part of you hoped it hurt. That maybe he would finally understand that others held an interest in you. You were more than just second in others minds.

     "You would have done so well at the coupling, Kitten. To think you were so scared. So embarrassed." He teased you. "Now look at you, I've only one finger partially in your tight little cunt and your so close to cumming. Lord Diavolo truly did squander his chance to let the others hear how pretty you sound." Satan's sly smirk as he tilted his head to the prince caused even more agony. He could tell. He could feel the wrath dripping from every pore in the princes skin. He would do nothing, especially with his fingers inside of you. It would put you in harms way. So all he could do was sit and watch, continue to challenge in the losing battle, or flee. Admit defeat to him. "They would have given his virility a standing ovation."

       "They still will." His eyes holding nothing but malice for the fourth born.

     "Will they? I doubt it. Especially if Mc likes how I breed her during her hours. Or, perhaps I'll take her from her seat and breed her right here in front of you."

     Satan's threat sent a whine from your lips as you squirmed under his touch.

     "I will stop you." The princes voice was calm, level.

      "I don't think you will. It's not your place. Jealousy truly doesn't wear well on you, Lord Diavolo." The blonde tutted as he thrust the rest of his digit into your pussy.

      You couldn't help how your body withered under Satan's touch. Even with just a finger you were so close already. You could feel the eyes on you, but it only seemed to make you feel hotter.

     "Are you close already, Kitten?" Satan's voice warm in your ear as his tounge slid down your neck. "Do you wish to show Lord Diavolo what he may never see again?"

      If you could do more than whimper and moan, you would have answered. You couldn't though. Most of your energy focused on just how close you were to cumming. Spreading your legs wider, your hands moved to your skirt to hold it up.

    "Doesn't she look beautiful like this? Blushing and so close to babbling, all from just a finger." He smiled to Leviathan. He had been seated next to you, Satan didn't miss the way his brother stared, or the tent that he was trying so desperately to hide. "Imagine how much she'll cry from the over stimulation of Leviathans cocks." He emphasized the plural. "I wonder if it will be louder than you've ever made her?"

       "Satan." Diavolos voice held warning. His fingers gripping the table hard enough to tear the table cloth and scratch the table beneath it.

    All the blonde could do was chuckle. "You're so close to transforming from rage." He held Diavolo's eyes. "Perhaps you'll think twice, if allowed the chance." He visibly increased his speed, finger rubbing your walls and finding a spot deep inside of you that almost caused you to scream. "Now cum for me, kitten."

      Just like that, the blonde had you shaking in your dinner chair, incoherently babbling as his finger continued to work your walls, always tracing back to the same spot as earlier, drawing you further and further along. A finger tilting your head up as you rode your orgasm, you opened your eyes. Diavolo was staring at you as Satan made you cum. His cheeks pink, yet his face so angry as Satan's free hand held your face up for the Prince to see.

    "Such a pretty meow, Mc. I won't stop until you tell me too." The blondes whisper hot in your ear causing you to cum again. The sound of Satan's finger fucking your tight hole while he taunted Dia turned you on to a level you hadn't even know existed.

    You weren't sure how long the fourth born had over stimulated you, all you knew was that you finally reached your limit, tears on your cheeks telling Satan you couldn't endure any longer, tapping at his wrists, your words barely made sense to you, but it seemed to be enough for Satan to stop.

     You whined as his finger left you. Feeling so empty even after just one digit.

     Bringing his cum coated finger to his mouth, Satan made a show of licking it off. A satisfied hum filling his chest as Diavolos look of rage fueled him to take his whole finger in his mouth. "Mc taste sweeter than any I've had the pleasure with, yet you still went to another." He turned in his seat, pulling your panties back over and flipping down your skirt. "You truly are scum, nothing you could offer me in the three realms would ever turn me away from her. If she were to ever go back to you, I'll be here." He couldn't help his smirk. "I'll never push, but if you fail her, I will take your place in an instant. You are replaceable." He held his finger out to Diavolo, your juices long gone, but it still got his point across. "She is not. This is not."

      You wished you could understand what was being said, your mind just couldn't comprehend it. The sensation of your panties being moved back caused you to shiver. Dress hitting your thighs doing the same. You only felt wetness. So much wet, and a longing for more as you shook in your chair.

    After your faculties returned, you could feel your face heat. That had been so...fucking hot. Between Satan's taunting, the feel of the brothers eyes on you as you were made to cum in front of them. It had been thrilling. Even the look of anger in Diavolo's eyes had made you want more. Maybe now he would see that you weren't to be second to any, except your child. Looking up, suddenly feeling bashful, you noted Diavolo was not at the table any longer.

     "He's so fucking bothered even I got a boner. Anyone else just absolutely fucking love that?" Mammon sat back in his chair.

     "I call first dibs on Mc!" Levi yelled, quickly covering his mouth as he blushed a deep red.

     "Well that fucking sucks, I was gonna call dibs for us." Belphie sighed.

     "If just Satan using his fingers pissed 'em off that bad, wait 'til he finds out we are all getting a turn." Mammon laughed.

     "It's none of his business unless Mc wishes to share it with him." Lucifer sat holding his wine glass, legs crossed, as with his arms.

     "Very true." Barbatos nodded. "I imagine I will have quite the mess to clean later. The young master hasn't been that angry in years. I dare say Satan may have aided you very well, Mc. Not only has he made you cum and given us a taste of what's in store, but he has riled the young master very thoroughly. I dare say it was a success all around."

      "Y-you look-k r-really pretty when you c-cum." Leviathan stuttered, hands shooting to cover his mouth as he turned red averting his gaze from you.

     All you could do was continue to blush.

Double feature! XD I couldn't help it, the thirst for Satan is real. Also, let me know if I kissed you on the tag list, or have misspelled your name! ❤

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This Is What You’ve Gotta Do pt.2

Megumi x fem!Reader

Fluff, wholesome. Megumi I confesses to you. Megumi and Itadori are aged up.

Megumi pov

After talking with Itadori I made my way back to my room. And With my new found confidence thanks to him, I can tell her how I feel. Ever since she joined us and shows her strength I’ve wanted to know her, really know her. Her abilities rival mine and I can’t help myself but want to know more. Her quick thinking and snarky remarks draw me to her. She’s always been kind to me, even when I was unsavory to her. I can’t help but feel bad for the way I treated her when I first met her. I thought she was just another Jujutsu Sorcerer bound to die in this shit world fighting a cursed spirit that she couldn’t handle. God how wrong I was. She’s been able to fight off cursed spirits that would be hard for a second grade to handle. Hell, I think she should be a first grade or higher.

I needed to figure out a way to tell her that wouldn’t be too awkward. I thought about just asking her out for the day, but I’ve never done that before so it might be weird for her. I now know that she feels the same so maybe I should just rip the damn bandaid off? I groaned with annoyance at this. I just want to finally tell her, but I’m overthinking it too much. She feels the same way that I do, but why can’t I come up with a way to tell her? My rapid fire thoughts were interrupted by a knock at the door. I was confused by this considering how late it was and how Itadori told me that he was going to sleep. Groaning slightly, I got out of my bed and opened the door. And to my surprise, it was her. She was here at this ungodly hour. It would take a fool to not know what she was here for. I knew I needed to tell her first. Then she began speaking.

“Fushiguro I’m sorry for coming so late, but there is something I need to tell you. I need to tell you-“

“L/n I like you.” I interrupted boldly

A massive blush erupted my face. She stood there with a smile on her face and I could tell that she was blushing too. She took one of her fingers and poked my cheek and laughed a little. Her cheeks pulled up into a full blown smile which made my entire body erupt with heat.

“Megumi, you’re blushing” she cooed

“Shut up” I responded looking at the ground.

L/n then took that finger and placed it under my chin pushing it upright. Her eyes sparkled and I swear she was the most beautiful person I ever saw.

“Gumi, I like you too. I have for awhile. I just wanted to tell ya soon. Not telling ya was causing me unnecessary anxiety. I only got the confidence to tell you like a few minutes ago. Itadori came to my room and practically yelled that you liked me and told me to tell you” she spoke

“Are you serious?” I deadpanned

“Yep” she said

“Funny, he came to me too tonight and told me that you liked me and said I need to tell you how I feel too.” I told her

“Guess we have some thanking to go to him.” She spoke

“Yeah, I guess we do” I said while smiling.

“So do you wanna go out tomorrow, we have a day off?” She asked

“Yeah, that sounds really nice L/n. And please, Call me Megumi.” I said

“Alright Megumi, call me y/n then.” She said giving me a closed eye smile.

“Goodnight y/n”

“Goodnight Megumi”

Just as I was about to close the door, she pulled my shoulder and kissed me on my cheek. I froze for a second and as I was about to speak to her she ran off. I smiled and touched the spot on my cheek. I was excited for tomorrow and to try and show her the side of me that I hope only she gets to see. I closed my door and knew I also had to give Itadori a formal thank you for helping me get the confidence to tell y/n I like her. I won’t tell her this yet, hell not for a while, but I’m excited for when I can say I love you.

Here’s part 2. I didn’t think I would make this but here ya go. Been a little busy lately with life. Hope everyone had fun during the holidays and if you didn’t, I hope you have good days soon. Thank you for reading❤️

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Part 1

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Headcanon #274

My buddy shadowsfascination tagged me in a post asking which song I’m “vibing to” right now. I didn’t know who to tag and it’s a song that reminds me of Amy, so I wrote this weird, meta headcanon involving the song instead. Heads up: contains the probably misplaced optimism of a starved Amy fan.

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“Maybe...hmmm...no, not that either!”

Shadow poked his head around the corner of his living room when he heard Amy’s grumbles. “Everything alright?”

Amy, Rouge, and Omega turned toward Shadow when he spoke, and Amy perked up. “Hey, Shadow! There are certain ~rumors~ floating around Sega that I might be getting a more important role in something soon,” she stage-whispered with a cheeky wink. “I’ve been needing a new theme song for years. I liked ‘My Sweet Passion’ by Nikki Gregoroff at first, but the more I listen to it, the more it feels...” She cringed.

“‘Dated’?” Rouge suggested, trying to be diplomatic.

“’MY SWEET PASSION’ IS A BIZARRE SONG WITH EVEN STRANGER LYRICS.”

Rouge gawked at Omega’s blunt statement, but Shadow and Amy both laughed. “No, Rouge, he’s right,” Amy managed through her giggles. “It’s just...not me.” She stared down at the blank piece of paper in front of her on the coffee table, then snapped her head back up. She clenched her hands into fists, and her eyes shone with determination. “This is supposed to be Sega’s job, but they’ve been no help, so I’m taking matters into my own hands! Once they see me take initiative, they’ll have to realize my potential!”

“You’re damn right,” Shadow agreed with a nod.

Rouge looked at him a little funny before turning back to Amy. “I still think you should go with ‘Follow Me’ by Kay Hanley. It really suits you.”

Amy shook her head fiercely. “No can do. That’s Team Rose’s theme. I wouldn’t feel right taking it for myself without Cream and Big by my side.”

No one bothered to point out that Team Rose hadn’t been properly reunited in a game for ages. It was a sore spot for Amy, and the others felt it was wasted potential, too.

“AMY. YOU MUST REVISIT MY SUGGESTION.”

“Absolutely not!” Amy laughed. “My theme song is not going to be ‘U Can’t Touch This’ by MC Hammer, and that’s final!”

“BUT THE LYRICS SAY ‘HAMMER TIME.’ IT IS A FLAWLESS MATCH.”

Shadow shook his head and sighed. He walked farther into the room and took out his phone. “None of you know what you’re doing. Watch the master.”

Amy looked confused, so Rouge explained as Shadow scrolled through his music. “Shadow has fourteen theme songs.”

“He has how many?!”

Shadow shrugged at Amy’s exclamation. “I’m a complicated man.” He tried to stay serious, but a soft snort escaped eventually, and the others laughed. “Aaaaand...here we are.”

He propped his phone up on the coffee table and waited as the peppy beat of a pop song emanated from his phone. Amy immediately hopped a bit and let out an excited little “oo!” at the song’s energy. Subdued vocals chimed in, contrasting with the mood at first, but they rose in pitch and volume as the song reached its joyous, hopeful chorus.

An off-season Swallow So that’s me Non-stop love song I’ll follow you Wherever you go!

I can’t wait to Catch up before the sun sleeps Not if you’re short of breath I’m the Disaster of Passion

By the time the second verse rolled around, Amy’s grin was as radiant as Shadow had ever seen it. Every lyric suited her perfectly, from the overzealous crush to the singer’s unwavering dedication, so much that she’d chase her beloved everywhere. Even Rouge and Omega looked impressed. Amy bobbed her head along happily.

The energetic beat finally faded out, and Amy immediately jumped into the air and squealed, “I love it! It’s perfect!” She pulled Shadow into a tight hug. “Oo, thank you Shadow! Now I can’t fail!” While Shadow recovered from the unexpected hug, Amy hurriedly scrawled down the song name and artist on the piece of paper and dashed for the door. She opened it and waved to them one more time, her smile brilliant. “Thanks, guys! I’ll see you later!”

Shadow looked after her fondly as the door swung shut. He didn’t see Rouge glance at his phone, perplexed.

“Since when do you listen to music like that? You normally stick to jazz, rock, and metal.”

“SHADOW HAS GROWN QUITE FOND OF THAT SONG IN PARTICULAR,” Omega cut in before Shadow could answer. “I RECOGNIZED THE WAVEFORMS FROM OUR APARTMENT’S AUDIO SYSTEMS. HE SELECTS IT FROM HIS PLAYLIST MULTIPLE TIMES A DAY.”

Rouge only looked more confused. She glanced back and forth between the phone and the door. She looked up at Shadow’s eyes, and then sadness crossed her face as she figured it out. He nodded in response to her unanswered question, seeing no reason to lie or feel ashamed of his feelings. Rouge winced. “You’ll listen to a song like that on repeat to remind you of her, even knowing who those feelings are really for?” she asked, her voice going quiet and strained at the end.

Shadow stayed calm and unfazed as he gazed in the direction Amy had left. “I’d never ask her to stop being her. Amy’s passion is what I love most about her.” He smirked wryly. “I just wish she had better aim.”

“BETTER AIM?!” Omega chimed in, straightening up in his seat. “PERHAPS I CAN BE OF ASSISTANCE AFTER ALL.”

Rouge snorted, then gave Shadow a reassuring smile. “Someday.”

He nodded in agreement and showed a true smile, inspired by the hope he always saw from his favorite hedgehog. “Someday.”

--

“The Disaster of Passion” by AKIRA is the theme song of May from Guilty Gear Strive. Given that, I know they couldn’t/wouldn’t actually use it for Amy, which is a real shame. It’s perfect for her.

It’s possible Amy could have a role--a sizable one, even--in one or two upcoming pieces of Sonic media, but it’s probably just wishful thinking on my part. And yeah, Shadow really does have fourteen theme songs. Can’t Amy have one more, Sega? As a treat?

[shslpunkartist]

Could we see a random snipbit from your system au? Perhaps system Amelia trying to find her glasses while Keith & Pico tries to help her out? Or perhaps system Amelia meeting system Otis and accidentally kills him with her adorableness? :]

System Ami and Otis are actually friends before the story happens because of same classes (maybe further past that? Maybe high school friends who decided to go to the same college), so I'm gonna do the first suggestion.

(Put under the readmore incase some people don't want spoilers)

Meet at her dorm at 1 pm. It's 12:56 right now. Good. We've made perfect time.. right? Or should we go in at the EXACT right time? Or maybe a minute or so later? Who shows up to a friend meeting at the exact time anyway??

"Dude, chill out!" I felt a poke at my side, and turned to see Pico snickering at me. "I doubt Lily's gonna get on your butt for being a few minutes early. Let's just go in now. It's just a project meet-up, after all!"

"Easy for you to say.." I mumble. Which is true. It shouldn't be a big deal, but never - and I mean NEVER - have I went into someone else's dorm for an assignment. For any projects that I was forced to partner with someone, it would all be over text and media share, since neither of us would want to meet up in person. This is completely different and new.. feels like my stomach's gonna flip inside out.

"Look, if you don't go knock on that door, I'll force take over and have Lily all to myself. Make you look double weird~" Again, Pico was snickering at my misfortune. He knew damn well I was nervous, but of course, he makes light of it.. or that's his way of helping me ease up.

Either way, I flick his forehead and go to the door, ignoring his cry of pain. Wasting time out here actually got me even closer to the exact time, so that's a little less worry off my system.. I think. Regardless, I knock on the door, and wait patiently for the door to open.

Boof. "Ack! Crap, uh.. one second!" Whack! Dingle..

"Uh.. Ami?" Was stuff falling on the ground?

"One secoooond! Shit, where did.. arghh!"

"Lily's fighting someone."

"She's not fighting anyone, shut up."

"Dude, she's totally kicking someone's ass right now. Break in, I wanna see."

"There's no way I'm breaking inside! Stop saying stupid thi-!"

Suddenly, the door swung open, startling both me and Pico back from the doorway. Amelia stood at the other end, glaring right at us, completely disheveled and pissed off. Shit, I knew it, we caught her at a horrible time-!!

"Who are you?"

... huh???

"A-Ami?" I took a step forward and gave a slight wave, hoping the shakiness of my hand wasn't noticed. "I-It's me? Keith? We.. were supposed to work on a song together..?"

A moment of silence lasted longer than I had hoped for, but that's when her glare widened to shock, and I noticed her cheeks begin to flare a bright pink. "O-Oh my gosh, Keith! I didn't recognize your voice through the door, I'm sorry!" I was about to sigh in relief, until she suddenly moved closer to me and glared again, taking a closer look at.. my face.

... wait.. is she squinting??

"Ooh yeah, there's your blue hair!" She let out a nervous giggle. "I'm really sorry, Keith. I'm, well.. it's embarrassing, but I'm blind as a bat without my glasses. I've been trying to find them for the past hour, but.. well.. I'm blind without them! Ahaha.. heh.."

"I'm in love with her." Pico bluntly states.

Shut up, you!

"Oh, ok.. thought you were.." I paused, not wanting to say what Pico had claimed she was doing. "Um.. y'know what, forget it. I can help you find them, if you want."

"Yes! Please and thank you! I could've swore I left them on my nightstand, but I can't friggin-!!" Amelia quickly turned away to get back into her room, only to bump into the wall rather harshly, now whining at her newly injured nose. I took her by the shoulders and helped her inside, not wanting her to crash into anything else.

[wolfsgravity]

Ship: Heist Out (x Lupin)

tl;dr, Lupin and I are dating now, I just wanted to have S/I story to go along with it

It happened when Wolf and Lupin were alone in the kitchen together, Wolf microwaving some water for instant noodles and Lupin making a seafood dinner for himself and Jigen. Usually the three share meals but Lupin was craving fish and Wolf had one set-in-stone rule about trying food-- no seafood or fish. They both shrugged it off, neither opposed to cup noodles.

Lupin noticed Wolf kept glancing from the microwave to him, making him glance down at himself to check if he'd gotten flour on himself or something. Seeing nothing, he grabbed a clean ladle and used it to poke Wolf in the shoulder. "What's got you so fidgety? You've been eyeing me weird since target practice with Jigen."

The microwave beeped and Wolf busied themself with grabbing the boiling water (carefully with a thick cloth barrier in place) and pouring it into the cup. They looked kind of spooked, and Lupin felt a lick of worry over what Jigen could have said to him.

In a moment, the (slightly) shorter one rubbed their face and groaned. "I'm a chicken shit, that's all. Jigen and I were talking and I can't get myself to do what I said I'd do."

Lupin poked Wolf again, trying to get the guy to smile. "It can't be that bad. What did you say you'd do, maybe I can help."

A strangled sound came from Wolf's throat, as if the thought of saying anything on the subject was causing turmoil. They looked at their noodles, urging them to steep faster.

"That bad, huh?" Lupin asked, feeling another drop of worry fall into his stomach. Did Jigen scare Wolf away somehow?

Wolf sighed restlessly and looked pointedly at the ceiling. "Lupin," he said, "I like you, a lot. Do you want to go on a date sometime?"

Lupin smiled. First for himself, as a personal victory stance that his charming little game with Wolf had gone how he'd hoped. Then for real, because Thank God he's not running away, and damn he's cute when he's flustered.

"Yeah, I think we can make that work." Lupin stated easily, putting the ladle down in favor of using his (admittedly flour-y) hand to cup Wolf's jaw and gently guide their gaze down from the ceiling. He wanted to kiss the blush off their cheeks already, but had to play it cool. He was always the cool guy. "Tomorrow evening, my treat."

---

"Lupiiiin," came a whine from the passenger seat, "Why clothes shopping? That's such an awful first date."

It was the next day, and Wolf had gotten ready for anything but clothes shopping. He was very self-conscious about his weight, hated trying on clothes, he couldn't imagine this going well.

"I'll take us to dinner afterwards, it's just--," Lupin paused, giddy at the thought that crossed his mind, "--everyone in the crew has a signature style, and now that you're in the crew, officially, I wanted to help you find yours."

"But all I do is sit around the hideout."

Lupin chuckled, "Most people I've dated casually don't get to 'sit around the hideout'. You're special, Wolf, hence, you're in the crew."

Wolf was blushing, a smile squinting their eyes. "How many of the crew are you dating, Lupin?"

"We don't need to talk about that on our first date!" It was Lupin's turn to blush, and both laughed into a comfortable quiet, only underscored by the car's engine.

It took a while, but they finally reached the store Lupin had set out for. It was for formal and semi-formal wear for any gender, making Wolf a little excited. He leaned over and kissed Lupin on the cheek, blushing all over again, before quickly undoing his seatbelt and clambering out. Lupin hung back a little, surprised Wolf mustered the courage to kiss his cheek already. By the time Lupin got into the store, Wolf was standing a few feet away from the middle-aged store attendant, silently watching her stoop for some clothes in a cubby down on the floor.

The store attendant must not have seen Wolf come in, because she straightened up to greet Lupin and turned around to Wolf standing behind her, startling her. She jumped and yelped, holding her hand over her heart, before laughing breathlessly.

"You scared me, young lady!"

Lupin watched Wolf closely, surprised at how subtle the change in his demeanor was. He barely saw a set in their jaw and saw their nostrils twitch, but it was minuscule and easy to miss if you weren't looking.

To anyone else, Wolf just politely laughed and said "I have that effect on people~!"

The two spoke to the storekeeper about what they needed and watched her busy herself with looking about, and Lupin quietly sidled up to Wolf's side and murmured, "You could correct people when they misgender you, you know. I took it fine when you told me."

"Yeah, but she's just some stranger," Wolf whispered back, "I'm not going to burden her with that, I'm used to just playing the role when it's pushed on me."

"Playing the role, huh?"

"Mhmm," Wolf half-bragged, "I was a theatre major in college, you know. Playing roles is what I do. Retail jobs, family commitments--"

"I'm so glad you're part of the crew," Lupin interrupted, bringing a flustered blush to Wolf's face, "I know what you can do on jobs now."

"You do?"

"I know it seems like a long shot, but having someone who can blend in with a crowd and act as a scout or a plant is very useful," he explained. Then, he chewed his lip in thought. "Though, I don't like the thought of putting you out in the field unless you can shoot. So I'll talk to Jigen about getting your aim better."

Wolf giggled, turning their head away when the noise caught the attention of the store attendant. Once she'd gotten back to her searching, Wolf all but nuzzled into Lupin's neck to whisper, "About that. Jigen had a backup plan if you'd rejected me, to teach me to shoot anyways and call me HIS partner."

Lupin snorted, trying to pull away from the out-of-character PDA (as much as he wanted to ride THAT train as far as it could lead him, he happened to like this store). "He's full of shit, he knew I wouldn't reject you."

"He did?" Wolf pulled back a little, eyes wide.

"Of course he did," Lupin kissed Wolf's nose, causing the demiboy to squeak. "He knows my romance habits a little too well, he could tell I liked you before I understood it myself."

Wolf smiled sheepishly, wrinkling their nose, still thinking about the kiss. "Oh."

"Now let's get you a look, partner."

[suna-reversed]

Hello :)

Sukuna. fluff. Pretty please.

Could you write something about sukuna falling for itadori's best friend. You can throw some angst in there too because I am a masochist❤️

Sukuna x F! Reader 

oh god, this turned purely self indulgent halfway through. low key thinking of turning this into a series to give you the angst you deserve.

A/N: (reader is Itadori’s senior and is 18) (loosely inspired by the song “me and my husband” by mitski)

“And I am the idiot with the painted face

In the corner, taking up space

But when he walks in, I am loved, I am loved”

——-

- You had been one of the few poor senior students who had been victim to what had been Itadori’s “elevator pitch” for more people to join the occult club early back in high school. [the said “elevator pitch” being him jumping out at random people with a white bedsheet over his head saying “boo” as he handed you the club form]

- You didn't end up joining the club. But you somehow did end up getting joined at the hip with the chaotic mess under the white sheet.

- Whether it was you two rushing to the theatre to watch Jennifer Lawrence’s new movie,  or going to a revolving sushi place [only to get pocky from a nearby vending machine instead because revolving sushi is apparently expensive], Itadori Yuuji had become a comforting and very important presence in your life.

- So of course when he suddenly dropped out of your life, being the worried friend you were, you decided to poke around a little only to find out that he was...dead?

- Maybe a few months down the line, you would’ve started to slightly recover from the tragic news you had just gotten. Instead, what you got was your supposedly dead best friend popping up days later to tell you that he ate a finger and now he was the vessel for some centuries old curse,,,

- Um yeah...safe to say that Yuji did not expect you to go into the fit of emotions that you did [boy had the audacity to call you dramatic for fainting and then crying while hugging him once you gained consciousness] 

- some time passed and Yuji and you didn’t see each other much with him practically training to be the strongest jujutsu sorcerer. Still, simply happy to have him back alive, your brain managed to convinced itself that everything was still the same. 

- And it was when he’d sneak out a day or two from his heavy schedule and you’d be back to your normal routine of watching movies, stuffing your face with snacks, getting your face licked by the mouth on Yuji’s hand…

- ,,,wait what

- The first time the curse had made contact with you was simply out of annoyance of why the stupid brat even took the time to see someone as mundane as you so often.

- His plan was to simply scare you into leaving, knowing it would cause the brat pain.

- So he grabbed the opportunity when Yuji moved forward to brush off some popcorn dust on the side of your mouth, not only licking the side of your face but also being successful in slightly grazing his teeth against your tender skin. 

- Yuji had mentioned that being a vessel had caused some weird physical “abnormalities” for him. you didn’t understand it back then but at least knowing that had sort of prepared you for such an instance.

- So imagine the curse’s surprise [and an even further growing annoyance] when your eyes barely widened for a second before you burst into laugher, 

“Didn’t you train your dog to not bite?”

- by now, Yuji had jumped 5 feet away from you and was still halfway through his string of apologies, but upon hearing your reaction, he mused on your fake calm while letting out a chuckle himself, 

- “Guess I’ve got to get a leash for him” 

- By this point, the ever so indifferent curse had taken two teenagers talking about him like a mere annoyance as a personal challenge.

- And that’s how it started.

- He’d come out every now and then, licking your fingers as Yuji passed you something or making lewd remarks on anything and everything that you ever started a conversation about. 

- But you and Yuji barely paid him attention and it was an understatement to say that it infuriated the living hell out of him.

- Particularly you, who wouldn’t even be annoyed or sarcastic about his tactics anymore. Instead, treating him like a friend who was simply joining you and the brat to hang out. 

- He hated it. Hated how bright your laugh was. Hated how you made them stop every time you saw a stray animal just so you could pet it. Hated how your skin was as soft as a cloud and how you sometimes smelled like cherry blossoms. He’d kill you in an instant if he could ugh.

- it was a weekend and Yuji and you had been watching a movie, even though Yuji was barely paying attention. You knew he was tired as his large frame slumped over your shoulder. Pulling the blanket up to his face, you once again felt the wet feeling of the assaults you had grown familiar with on the side of your hand.

- “You could’ve just asked for a pocky if you wanted one, no need to lick it off my fingers you grumpy little thing”, you laughed as you stood up to go to the bathroom

- that snapped the final string. 

- Coming back into your living room, you wondered if Yuji had somehow gotten up in his sleep and managed to draw weird black lines over himself all in the span of 5 minutes. 

- ‘Yuji, what the fuck?’

- ‘Well well, now who’s acting like a grumpy little thing’ 

- The deep voice sent rumbles down your spine and you knew in an instant what had happened. 

- Even though your breath hitched in your throat and your body begged for you to run as fast away as you can, you held your ground as you simply tilted your head at the curse 

- “Well, I’d like my best friend back if you don’t mind.”

- You saw the smirk on Sukuna’s face falter for just a second before he crossed the space between the couch and you.

- Now as strong of a front as you managed to hold up until now, watching something like that stride straight towards you would have had even the strongest of sorcerers shitting bricks.

- Instinctively, you took a few steps backwards, but he simply continued to close the distance between the two of you until you were backed up against the wall.

- You flinched as he slammed a hand right next to your head and he seemed to gain immense satisfaction from that as he looked down at your startled face with a smirk plastered on his tattooed face. 

- Sukuna was sure that you’d be begging for his mercy any second now. His smirk widened and he was ready to mock your pleas as he saw you open your mouth to say something, 

- “ ...so much for a damn pocky.”

- All those other times you had caught the curse off guard were nothing compared to the “partially-confused partially-baffled” expression that he held on his face now. It almost made him look human. Almost.

- You didn’t realise just how long you were holding his gaze until Yuji took back control and apologized like a million times over, reassuring you that he would’ve never let you get hurt. 

- The curse didn’t show up for almost a week after that. And while you were grateful for not having to wash off your hands or face 14 times a day, you somehow felt anxious about its sudden disappearance. 

- All those worries were thrown out the window as he once again showed up while Yuji was passed out on the couch after a particularly tough session with Gojo sensei.

- Looking at the curse, you felt anger more than anything, how could he just drop out on you with no warning and then show up in the middle of your living room- ...wait a second, why the hell are you mad at a literal curse for not telling you he was taking a mental health break or whatever it was that he was doing? 

- While you sorted out through these conflicting thoughts in your mind, the curse seemed to be going through a similar crisis. 

- Having woken up in the brat’s fragile human body with no warning whatsoever, Sukuna wasn’t in the mood to see your face so soon again. He didn’t know why your physical presence unsettled him so much. All he knew was that he hated it. Even more now that he knew what you looked like all scared and small compared to his vessel’s towering build, and how you smelled even sweeter than what he had tasted, and how despite all that you still had the courage to stand up to someone as dangerous as him. Ugh, disgusting. 

- “The stupid brat passed out.”

- Such a simple statement caused you to snap your head up at him. But he didn’t wait for your reaction as he somehow managed to plop down on the couch while still looking graceful. Picking up the half eaten box of pocky, he warily pulled one out, eyeing it as if it was  a poisoned dagger before breaking off a piece and placing it on his tongue.

- “This is what you would risk your life for, brat?” 

- He turned his head slightly to look at you still frozen in place, staring at him with that doe eyed look that made his chest burn a little. Isn’t this what he wanted all along?

- “Are you simply going to stand there and gawk? I don’t bite-...well, not unless you ask me to.”

- He knew that would set you right back to your usual self,

 - “...maybe we do need to get a leash after all.”

- Sukuna internally grinned as he saw you move to the other side of the couch, ready to hear whatever more of the snarky comeback that you’d have (not that he was anticipating it, it was just the better alternative to being gaped at. Or so he told himself)

- “You ate the non chocolate covered part of the pocky by the way-”

- “As if a layer of this disgusting brown substance can make the rotten stick taste bette-”

- “Well aren’t sticks all you had to eat in yOuR TiME anyways?”- 

—-

- You somehow managed to fall asleep after the bickering, proceeding to sit in silence after you told him to not bother you while you tried to read. You wouldn’t admit it, but you were a little disappointed when he actually didn’t. Instead, he sat on the couch with a slight smirk still plastered on his face, continuing to simply gaze at you. your heart did lunges every time you slyly looked up from your book to take a peak at him. you wondered how many ways he had come up with to kill you so far. 

- On the other hand, the curse sat idly, watching you while his thoughts rumbled in his mind. Maybe killing you can be pushed off the agenda for now. There are much better ways to hurt the brat anyways aren't there? Perhaps he could use one of these brownish covered sticks to-...what is he thinking?

- He ultimately deems it stupid brat’s humane emotions and sheer stupidity that must be interfering with his thoughts.

- A loud sneeze snaps him out of his daze as he sees you slumped against a pillow, your book falling off your lap. And then he does something that he immediately decides that he would pretend to have not done for the rest of his existence. Luckily, the brat takes back control right after he does it anyways.

- But that thought slips his mind as he finds himself replaying the serene look on your face as he gently pulled the book out of your hands, and how his hands shook a little as you nuzzled your nose into the fabric of the blanket that he pulled over you. How could you have felt so calm around him?

[mxchellesworld]

Discuss!

Spencer Reid x Reader

Synopsis; Where the team discusses the question ‘do you kiss after head’, you find out Spencer has too little experience to answer the question so you help him out

Warnings; smut, oral (male receiving), sub!spencer, praise, slight degradation 

a/n; LMAO im so sorry for disappearing again life has been actually kicking my ass but anyways lately i’ve been thinking about subby early season spence so here we go,, hope you enjoy!

***

Another Friday night and the team was out bar crawling after an easy case. But this time all members were there as it reached 11pm which was rare. Usually Hotch and JJ would have been home by 10:30 and Spencer wouldn’t have been there at all. But there was something light in the air which had all parties concerned sitting packed in a booth, laughing after each sip of their drinks. 

Since it wasn’t your first rodeo together you knew how the night went. It started off with Rossi offering to buy the first few rounds, always whiskey but he made an exception for Penelope. Then again who would deny her anything. 

Once the drinks were flowing and lips got a little loose, the questions would start popping in at the top of your heads. However these were not your run of the mill, ‘hows so and so doing?’ ‘done your taxes yet?’ oh no. The name of the game was discuss where you would all think of a question which would help you dig just a tiny bit deeper into your coworkers sex lives. 

Maybe if you were all sober then you’d avoid thinking of each other in such positions, pun intended, yet in this state your prying minds were open and your stomachs were ready to grow abs from bending over in laughter. 

You raised the margarita glass up clinking it with a fork to get the tables attention. Everyone including Aaron had a smile on their face, ready to hear the intrusive question for the night. 

“Ok my fellow profilers, doctor, and tech genius,” you added pointing at Spencer then Pen, “Do you kiss your partner after they give you head? Discuss!” you finished in your most formal voice. 

Right as you took a swig of your drink the mixed responses of yes and no filled your small space. 

“Why wouldn’t you? You guys especially, if someones willingly trying to swallow then you damn well owe them a kiss,” Emily finished earning nods and ‘exactly’s from JJ, Pen, and yourself. 

“Ok but thats weird. I just can’t explain it but its a no go for me,” Morgan finished. This only gained him a scoff and raised voices, “Hotch man help me out here,” he said looking over to the man hiding his smirk behind the amber liquid. 

“I have to agree with the ladies here Derek,” he said curtly. 

The girls yelped and hooted at Hotch for siding with them while Morgan sat with his arms crossed being the singular person left out as even Rossi agreed. Meanwhile you noticed the presence next to you had shrunk back and wasn’t too active in the conversation. 

“So Spence do you kiss your partner after they,” you trailed off shaking your fist by your cheek and poking your tongue in the side. 

He coughed as he instantly sat up quicker. Even under the dim lights of the bar you could still see the blush creeping up from his neck to his ears and the slightest tint on his cheeks. 

“Oh I uh- I never-” he said looking anywhere but your eyes. 

“You don’t kiss them?” you said raising your brows. 

“No! I-i mean yes. I would I think b-but I haven’t had the chance to actually partake in such.. activities,” he finished finally taking a look into your eyes. 

You could tell he was waiting for you to laugh in his face for being so inexperienced but you felt far from it. If anything you wished you could be the one to show him things. 

That sweet boy had you wrapped around his finger and he didn’t even know it. Maybe it was his naivety considering how exceptionally smart he was. Or maybe it was the cute sweater vests he wore and now he nervously tucked his hair behind his ears. All you knew was that you wanted Spencer Reid and tonight was your night to make it happen. 

You hummed taking in the information, “Well that’s not a bad thing Spence. Everything takes time,” you said putting your hand on his arm for comfort and giving him a smile. 

Going to turn back to face the table you almost didn’t hear Spencer go to speak again, “Do you?” 

Got him.

“Why don’t you find out pretty boy,” you said with a wink as you downed the rest of your marg. In the corner of your eye you could see Spencer shifting in his seat, subtly moving his bag to cover the slowly growing tent in his slacks. 

As the night went by you couldn’t help but really give him a show. You had popped open a button or two on the long sleeve you had on, since it was getting stuffy in the booth. Though when you leaned forward and jutted your chest out, the soft inhale of a breath from the man next to you was just serving as motivation to get bolder. 

For the last hour you called it quits on the alcohol and drank a few glasses of water before you drove home. Spencer had been uncharacteristically quiet ever since your little interactions. 

The team had all gotten up to say their goodbyes. Rossi going by and giving everyone a kiss on each cheek. Derek having to quite literally rangle Penelope from talking to passing by groups on their way out. Then there were two. 

You turned to the side where Spencer was nursing on his coke, “Hey pretty boy, it’s late, let me give you a ride home,” you said grabbing your belongings. 

“Y-yeah ok. Thanks Y/n,” he said getting up. You’d noticed how he still had the burnt orange bag over his crotch. He couldn’t still be hard could he? Well you’d love to find out. 

As gentlemanly as he was, Spencer opened the door for you to exit the building first. The whip of fresh night air cooling on your exposed chest and legs under your skirt. 

You unlocked your car and stepped in, Spencer waiting to hear the little beep signaling his side was open. As he sat down you heard him let out a little whimper. Your head shot over to look at him, you could tell from the flush on his cheeks he didn’t mean to let the noise out. 

Holding in your chuckle you started the ignition and pulled out of the lot, “Can I put on some music?” 

“Yeah I don’t mind,” he said looking over at you with his lips in a line. If it was anyone else, they’d probably think he was uncomfortable but you loved his tiny awkward smiles. 

The ride to his apartment was mostly silent besides a rare quip from Spencer about paper work or fact about an older building you had passed by. It fascinated you to no end hearing him talk. Spencer was a hand speaker, meaning he always used his hands waving them around and making gestures. The pale digits had you captivated. Probably a driving hazard but you couldn’t help but let your mind wander. 

You pulled up into one of the visitor spots and put the car in park. You looked over to see Spencer almost contemplating something. You’d seen the look on his face before when he was looking over puzzles. 

“Somethin on your mind Doc?” you said with a small smile. As cute as he looked when he was nervous, you’d never want him to feel uncomfortable around you. 

“Would you-,” he cleared his throat, “Wo- Would you maybe want to c-come inside?” 

“Of course Spence I’d love to,” you finished with a reassuring nod. 

As he led you upstairs you were giddy with anticipation. So what if nothing happened. He was your friend first and you were glad he was letting you into his personal space. Even if you wanted nothing more than to have him writhi-

“Y/n?” 

The door closing snapped you out of your thoughts. You didn’t even realize you were in his living room. The dark green walls and shelves bursting with books put a grin on your face, “Sorry Doc, just caught up in my thoughts. What did you say hun?” 

His brows practically raised to his hairline from hearing the pet name. While he was used to the names coming from Garcia they took a whole different light coming from your lips. 

“I was asking if you wanted water or something,” he said fiddling with the keys in his hands. Eyes darting everywhere but your face so you wouldn’t be able to see the flush rising on his cheeks. 

“No I’m fine thanks for asking though,” you said taking a seat on the worn leather couch. 

You reached for the tv remote making a face at Spencer to ask for permission. He nodded and you settled back turning on an old sitcom that played late at night. 

As the episode ended you both sat in silence. Again you didn’t mind but you could practically hear the cogs moving in Spencer’s brain. 

You were about to speak when he cut you off before you could even get a word out, “What did you mean by ‘why don’t you find out’.”

Gaining confidence you moved closer to where he was on the couch, slow enough for him to stop you in case he wanted to back out. 

“Well you have options pretty boy,” you said moving a leg to straddle him. Your hands instinctively going to his brown locks. You could’ve sworn you heard a little moan leave his chapped lips. Noted. 

“W-what are the options,” lust blown eyes looked up to yours. 

“One, you can put that mouth to good use on me,” you said trailing your finger over his bottom lip, “and let me cum over that pretty face.” 

His eyes shut hearing your words and you weren’t having it, “Nuh uh eyes on me honey,” instantly they were back on yours. 

“Or number two. I can suck you off and let you cum down my throat, but,” you paused making sure to roll your hips on his growing length, “ you have to give me a nice big smooch after.” 

The hands on your hips pulled you closer as he bucked his hips into you as you finished the sentence. It was clear which option was preferred. 

You moved to slide down in between his legs. You let your hands trail down his clothed thighs, causing him to jump. 

“Tsk such a needy boy,” you said mockingly, “Am I not going fast enough baby?”

“Please Y/n,” he all but whimpered. It was like music to your ears. 

Your hands went to his belt, looking up in his eyes for a final sign of permission. Once he nodded you quickly undid it and he lifted his hips to help get his pants down. You palmed him over his boxers, feeling the wet patch where he was already leaking pre cum. 

“Is this all for me Spence? Does the thought of my lips around you make you this hard,” you said taking him out of the striped confines. 

“Oh god please just,” he cut himself off. You could see his hands curling fists besides his legs. 

“Please what baby? I can’t give you anything unless you ask.” Your hands continued their task of leisurely stroking his length. 

“Fuck please put your mouth on me,” he rushed out, hips bucking to prove his point. 

The answer was good enough for you so you wasted no time in leaning forward and taking him in your mouth. Both of you let out content sighs as you tried to take him further. 

You looked up to see him with his head leaned back, eyes scrunched closes in pleasure. 

You pulled off with a pop, letting your hand work him over. “Better keep those pretty eyes on me before I decide you can’t finish.”

He looked down with a flash of worry, that was quickly replaced by a loud moan as you spit down on his cock before taking him in your mouth again. 

For a germaphobe, Spencer loved how nasty it was. He was thanking god or whatever higher being there was for giving him his eidetic memory because the sight below him was something he’d never wanna forget. 

Your eyes were teary and you had spit dribbling down your chin but he wanted nothing more than to give you more than just a kiss after you finished. Or well after he finishes. 

You could tell he was close by the way he was throbbing on your tongue. Again taking him out of your mouth you used both hands to jerk him off. 

“You’re doing such a good job baby. So good for me. You wanna cum in my mouth pretty boy?”

“God Y/n I’m so close please please please,” he whimpered out. 

“Cum for me baby, be my good boy Spence,”  you said before taking him down your throat. He was big, not girthy but long and it was a struggle but you’d be damned if you didn’t try to take him all. 

Hollowing your cheeks you bobbed your head quickly, egging on his release further. His hands finally found a place in the back of your head. Pushing you down further as he came. 

“F-fuck Y/n I’m gonna”

His moans and whines were a symphony of sounds you’d have on repeat in your head forever. 

You swallowed the salty release but before you could even wipe your lips you were being pulled up by Spencer placing his lips on yours. You moaned into the kiss, his hands gripped the sides of your face not wanting to let you go. 

The need for air made you both pull back. You looked at one another, chests heaving and looking like you ran a marathon. 

Then a sad look came across his face. 

“Spencer what’s wrong?” 

“You didn’t get any pleasure,” he said looking like a hurt puppy. Oh your sweet boy. 

“It’s ok baby, I can take care of myself,” you tried to shrug off.

He was quick to push you back on the couch, taking the spot you were previously in. His warm lips trailing down your exposed thighs. 

“I wanna do it, but only if you kiss me after.” 

[starbuckie]

𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠

pairing(s): college!peter parker x reader, dark!steve rogers x reader, dark!sam wilson x reader, dark!bucky barnes x reader

words: 8.1k words

warnings: DARK!FIC, SMUT 18+ (unprotected sex, foursome turned fivesome, gangbang, non-con/dub-con, daddy kink, oral M and F-receiving, spit kink, degredation kink, praise kink, creampie), age-gap (reader is in her early 20s), cheating, angst, there’s like zero fluff

summary: peter should’ve made it back to the tower for date night on time, or maybe just before he found his girlfriend being fucked by three other superheroes.

a/n: eee my first dark fic! im so so happy with the way this turned out, and even though it was a pain in my ass for nearly three months, im so hapy to share it with y’all. this idea was brought up by an anon from @mypoisonedvine’s saturday sleepover a few months back, but i switched up tony and sam bc i didn’t like the tony and peter stuff. hopefully my smut has improved from the first time i wrote it in january, and just a reminder that in no way, shape, or form do i condone rape of any kind. there’s a large difference from the page and the real world. i try to put all tw’s in the tags and warnings, but if there was something i missed please tell me. thank you to my lovely bestie @mermaidxatxheart for beta-reading(i have no fucking clue what i’d do without your help). feel free to leave a comment or two and reblog, but don’t repost anywhere or i will hunt down your ass. thank you again and please please enjoy <3

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Bucky wasn’t planning to fuck Y/N as soon as he saw her.

It started with a faint mention, something Tony had thrown around along the lines of, “Parker’s bringing his girl down here tomorrow, don’t be an asshole”. He didn’t give a damn what Tony said or how he acted around Peter’s girl. Years of being thrown between gruesome mind-wiping and being half-dead, asleep in a freezer would do that to a man.

So the next day when Peter brought his girlfriend in, he was scratching his ass like a fucking ape and downing a beer with a messy bun at the nape of his neck, until he actually saw her. Neat hair, even neater laces with a sweet smile but a body that could kill. Didn’t matter that she was bundled under Parker’s hoodie and a pair of jeans- he could always admire a pretty dame, but Bucky could see that she was beyond that. It was as if God had intentionally made the one being, the one ethereal creature beautiful and angelic enough to be a sin away from him, so that he couldn’t touch her. Because she was young, and in her twenties, and that shouldn’t have even been the first two things that popped up in his mind because she was also Peter’s girlfriend.

But then she had the audacity to stick her hand out, a shy grin and twinkle in her eyes as she gave her name. It sounded so pretty rolling off of her tongue, and he wondered what it would sound like while he groaned it into her cunt.

Y/N. 

So, yeah, maybe Bucky wasn’t planning to fuck her as soon as he met her, but it was pretty damn close after.

-

Steve Rogers was one of very few men who said they had the pleasure of banging nearly every woman on the north side of Manhattan. Bucky indulged in the fact that the man who had once been too shy to do so much as meet a gal’s gaze was now “a dollar whore”, but he was more than happy to keep that title if it meant he could continue to get off in the nearest woman’s mouth everyday. 

Every time he walked down the streets of New York with just a simple ball cap and jeans, he could feel stares on his back from what seemed like miles away, girls on every street corner just waiting for him to take her into the nearest public bathroom and fuck them dirty. CEOs, baristas, girls fresh out of getting master’s degrees with stars in their eyes and big dreams, until he shattered them by making them gag on his cock and scream his name into bedsheets. Or tile floors. He didn’t care as long as they were screaming. The girls of this century were just too delectable to turn down. He didn’t discriminate. His dick had been in women of every height, stature, hair color, and he had quite the variety throwing themselves at him as well.

And then Tony ruined it all and sat him down with a simple explanation that the image of Captain America was being tainted with disturbing stories of girls being fucked in the ass and thrown on their knees in dirty bathroom stalls. The blond was beyond pissed when the billionaire told him to stop dicking around, but he couldn’t do anything else if he wanted to keep his title and job. In a new century, even if he’d had a few years to adjust, he was still absolutely oblivious when it came to anything outside of aliens and sex. There was nothing left for him outside of being an Avenger, so reluctantly he agreed to keep his number of conquests to a minimum, and most definitely inside of the tower rather than out on the street.

However, inside of the tower seemed to be no problem at all when Peter brought his girlfriend over, all smiles and straight A’s, and that’s when Steve realized that he’d yet to fuck a bright, little college student. He could see himself stripping her from the innocence in her eyes, loosening up her pussy with his thick cock against the wall in his room.

Surely Tony couldn’t reprimand him for spending a little time trying to bond with Peter’s new girl, right?

-

Sam Wilson was a simple man. He had a job, a well-paid one at that, somewhere to live, a girlfriend, or a woman to keep him company, that’s for sure- but for once in his life he was seeking out something other than missions, something that would keep him busy when he was feeling bored, something like-

Pleasure, and he knew that he’d finally found what he was looking for the moment Peter brought his girlfriend through the elevator doors on the fifty-sixth level of the Avengers tower. She’d shaken his hand so daintily and spoke so politely that if he were to see her without any backstory, he’d think she was another innocent, dim-witted college student, breaking her bank account every Saturday morning and naively believing that her relationship would last longer than a few months. But by the things Parker had told him, she was much more than that.

Was it shitty of Peter to tell his teammates, the people he worked with, how Y/N was in bed? By the majority’s vote, probably, and by Sam’s strict conduct of his own morals, definitely, but when Peter’s girl looked like that and he was so incredibly bored with his routine? 

Well, fuck, Sam had never been happier that the Spider-kid had told everyone how his girl gave head.

Peter brought his girlfriend in daily after that, and every one of her visits, she grew less shy and more friendly, and the Falcon saw each of his friends gape at her growing comfortability with a wolfish demeanor. It started with the water incident with Steve in the kitchen, where he so clearly spilled water on her already thin, white camisole with intention. Sam couldn’t say he was upset though, after all Steve had offered him and the rest of the Avengers quite a show when he tried to clean up her shirt, taking his sweet, sweet time to fondle her tits as subtly as he could, his eyes staring at her pebbled nipples poking through the material. He could see Bucky hiding his boner under his cereal bowl on the couch that day. 

Then of course, he’d been no better than America’s sweetheart himself when he greeted Y/N with a hug that in hindsight, was a little too enthusiastic. His large hands squeezed into the pockets of her back pocket, and if the college student found anything weird with it, she didn’t say so, but Sam graciously palmed the round globes of her ass in his hands, feeling the muscle clench under his fingers. Oh, how he’d never hugged someone that tight ever before in his life. Maybe he would’ve gotten a bit further than squeezing her ass had it not been for his own girlfriend standing behind him, ready to introduce herself to Y/N.

Bucky, well, Sam could admit that Bucky had the most guts out of all of them. Though the super-soldier was normally well-reserved and polite, the dark glint in his eyes the day he met Y/N let him in on the secret that he had a much dirtier mind than most thought. It had been movie night that time, and he barely even tried to cover up how much he wanted the girl, his hands resting all over her as they watched Inception. Hardly a movie to get so riled up over, yet Bucky’s hand still inched its way up her thigh, his rough fingers gently carressing the flesh until they started to lightly trace the apex of her thighs. 

If she noticed anything then, she didn’t comment on it, doe-like eyes just marvelling at the screen in great intrigue. It was only when Peter’s arms wrapped around her a bit tighter did she scooch away from Bucky’s touch, with a small apology and shy grin. 

That only made his dick harder.

On the other side of Bucky, his super-soldier counterpart tapped his knee gently, forcing their blue eyes to meet each other. No words had to be said between the two, three men when they looked over to Sam, because they all recognized that look they saw in each other's eyes; predatory, dark, nearly voracious in the way they all wanted to be balls deep inside of Y/N.

And they would get there. No matter how long it took, they knew that the ultimate prize of tearing their prey apart would be more than worth the wait.

-

“Hey, babe, I’m gonna be a little late. Ned and I got stuck back in the lab, so we’re gonna need to stay until eight or nine. Can you make it to the tower by yourself alright?”

Peter’s concerned voice made Y/N smile gently as she trudged along the rainy streets of New York. He always loved to worry about her, especially when it was dark and gloomy out, but she could handle herself pretty okay. By pretty okay, of course meant she could kick ass like no other twenty-something year-old, but she wasn’t one to brag. Y/N readjusted the Kate Spade purse on her shoulder with her right hand, attempting to keep her umbrella over her head with the other. “I’ll be fine, Pete, just go finish up and get back to me. I’m gonna be waiting in your room at the tower before you go off on that mission this weekend.”

A small sigh came through the speaker, “Okay, I’ll try to get back to you soon. I love you, Y/N.”

“I love you too, Pete.” 

“Oh,” she could hear the shy but no less mischievous smile that was taking over his face, “I left you a little present on the bed, make sure you open it before I get back.”

Y/N’s face heated at the implication. “Peter Parker, you dirty little-” He ended the call with a laugh, and she huffed out a small chuckle at his childish antics.

The walk to the Avengers tower would have been nice, had it not been for the downfall of rain, making everything mushy, socks being absolutely soaked through her sneakers by the time she arrived. The receptionist at the front desk, Jenny, if Y/N remembered correctly, stared at her a little oddly, probably not expecting to see the young college girl in such a state of disorder, but it didn’t affect her at all. She confidently strutted up to the elevator, pressing in the floor number where all the rooms were located. Y/N scrolled through her Twitter feed on her phone while classic rock blared through the elevator with the constant shuffling of people moving in and out. Seven minutes and thirty-two seconds later she was sprinting down the halls with soggy shoes and damp hair, her cold body screaming for warmth.

Peter’s room was the farthest down the hall, and the room was fairly empty. He rarely stayed at his room in the tower, preferring to stay with his Aunt May or keep Y/N company in Brooklyn. When she entered the room, she saw a plain white shirt and a pair of socks strewn upon the carpeted floor, but what really caught her eye was the red box wrapped in a pink bow on the bed. Deciding it would add more suspense if she opened it later, she quickly hopped in the shower, letting the hot water warm her freezing, rigid muscles under the spray. 

Peter didn’t have all the products she’d usually use before she knew they were going to have sex, so she had to make do with the half-used bar of Irish Spring and his small travel-sized bottles of shampoo and conditioner, promising the fresh, breezy smell of citrus and mint. It was a quick process; two squeezes of shampoo, shaving with the green soap as best as she could without cutting herself, one squeeze of conditioner. A fuzzy towel sat waiting for Y/N on the rack, with the Spiderman symbol as a prank gift from her to her lovely boyfriend, and without a second to let the heat leave her damp skin, she wrapped herself in it, quickly hopping out to the bedroom again.

The lingerie she set out on the bed was a deep set burgundy color, with lace decorating the delicate corset and the trim of the satin panties. The packaging really did not do it justice. Y/N grinned at the new set, one that she knew would happily be torn from her body later. A shiver ran through her as she let the cold air fall over her skin, carefully slipping the lingerie on. It was a damn shame, really; the set was quite nice, and she reminded herself to buy more of the nicely suiting color for their nights together. 

Click.

Y/N’s heart thumped with anticipation as she heard the door open and she took a quick moment to ready herself. Hair in perfect style, legs stretched along the length of the bed to make herself look as seductive as possible, a small smirk thrown on her pouty lips.

But in the darkened room, it wasn’t Peter’s shadow that appeared. Three men, three tall, bulkier men’s shadows appeared at the foot of the bed, and horror washed over her as she realized who they were. “Goddamn, dolly, I’ve imagined what you would’ve looked like under those sweaters, but this is much sweeter than I expected.”

The sinister face of Bucky Barnes came into her view, just a sliver of moonlight lighting up his pale skin. His eyes raked over Y/N’s uncovered skin, and goosebumps appeared as she tried to cover herself up under his predatory gaze.

“W-what are you doing here?” She whispered worriedly. Sam and Steve flanked the bed on either side of her, plastered sickly sweet smiles on their faces, providing her with a false sense of security that made her heart scream in fear. Though she wasn't making any noise, her lungs felt like they were going to give out, her throat closing up like an allergic reaction. 

Her head whipped every which way in robotic movement, her brain seeming to fail her as she scanned the room for an exit. Several moments of shortened breaths, cold air chilling her body, before she came out of her freezing shock to realization.

“Why are you here? Please, get out, just g-get out!”

A calloused hand pushed away Y/N’s left arm that covered her tits, and Steve groaned at the sight of her pebbled nipples. “God, baby, they’re as pretty as I thought they’d be. Been trying to feel them up all week, but you knew that, didn’t you?”

Saturday the week before at lunch when he’d spilled water over chest and tried to clean her up. Sam’s friendly hug that became a bit less friendly when his hands slipped into the back pockets of her jeans. The movie night on Monday when Bucky’s hand caressed her thigh a little too close to her core. All of their touches began to make more sense, and her eyes filled with tears at the realization. 

“Please,” she begged, tears blocking her vision, “I promise I won’t tell anyone, not even Pete, but please just go.”

“You just don’t get it, do you?” Steve asked. He grasped her chin roughly, his face close enough to hers so that she could feel his fiery breath on her lips. “We’re not leaving, sweetheart. You’re gonna let all three of us play with your pretty little body, and you’re gonna make the prettiest sounds for us, alright?”

Y/N shook her head violently, too afraid to make noise, but also bold enough to make one last attempt at freedom. The hand that held her chin quickly moved to slap her cheek, and she hated the way the sting made heat stir in her lower belly. She tried to shy away from their touch again, but Bucky’s face simply held the same smirk as he trailed his vibranium fingers up and down her leg. 

“Oh, come on, Y/N, don’t act all shy now. Peter has been telling us how good you’ve been to him and don’t think he hasn’t told us about your little childhood crush on little ol’ me. Been wanting to fuck you ever since.” Bucky’s hand quickly left her body, instead moving to palm over the bulge in his pants. “Fuck, sweetheart, got me real hard just thinking ‘bout your pussy swallowing my cock. Bet you’re gonna be a sweet, obedient girl for me, right?”

Fire started to course through Y/N’s veins, and with all the power she tried to dampen it down with, it seemed to push through her body that much more dangerously. She despised the fact that she could feel herself growing wet for the three older men, but God, she had never felt the need to be filled up as badly as she did in that moment.

“You’re a bit of a slut, don’t you think?” Sam mocked. He kneeled on her right, his eyes fixated on her panty-clad pussy, a wet patch already forming on the soft satin. It really didn’t help that three of her teen celebrity crushes were eyeing her nearly naked body like a piece of meat. “I mean, look at you, already growing wet and needy for three cocks. Is that what you want, honey? Parker not treating you good enough?”

She hesitated. Goosebumps rose across her skin at the sinister tone of his voice, like he already knew it was true. And it was true and she hated that Sam was right, but as amazing as Peter was a boyfriend, it was clear from the vibrator hiding in his apartment’s bathroom that he was not amazing in the sheets. Every time, she held hope that it would be better, that she would finally get to stop faking an orgasm before he rolled out of the bed with a filled up condom, but she knew deep down inside of her that it wasn’t happening anytime soon. Y/N forced herself to nod weakly at Sam’s questions, and Bucky chuckled. “Oh, you poor dolly, we’re gonna have so much fun with you. Treat you better than that little boy ever could.”

All it took was a whimper, a nearly audible, deadly silent whimper that managed to squeak its way past Y/N’s throat, and the three men took it as permission to ravage her body however they pleased.

Steve made quick work of his pants as Sam lifted her chin to kiss him, his tongue hot and heavy against her mouth, coaxing her lips open. The sound of belt buckles hitting the floor shamefully turned on Y/N even more. Panic coursed through her senses, her mind wanting to scream for them to stop, but her body knew her too well as she felt a wave of slick run down her thighs. Cold metal digits slipped under the waistband of her panties, moving to her wet folds, and she whimpered into Sam’s mouth at the touch. 

“You look so nice, baby, so pretty all laid out for us like this.” Bucky’s hands pulled down her panties as Steve pinched her peaked nipple through the lace, laying lavish, open-mouthed kisses down her torso. The cool air hit her pussy when Bucky’s hands pulled her legs wide open, fully exposed to the three men ready to use her against her will. “Knew you’d be so wet for us, sweetheart, just look at you. Dripping all for your daddies,” Steve murmured against her skin.

Hot breath fanned over her cunt before they rolled her over on her stomach, someone’s hands forcing her up onto her knees with her face smashed into the cotton pillows. She could feel two rough human hands pulling her ass cheeks apart, spreading her ever wider for their view. “Would you look at that, boys, look how fucking hot she is for us.”

Sam’s thick finger ran through her folds, the calloused pad of his finger just teasing her clit before landing a harsh smack to the inside of her thigh. Her moan was muffled through the mattress and she prayed they wouldn’t hear how being treated like whore made her wet like nothing else. 

Hot slick dripped down her thighs, a pool of it staining the pristine sheets by each knee. It was quite a sight, Steve, kneeled by the bed as his face hovered next to her ear, whispering filthy things into her ear as Bucky stroked his hard, leaking cock right next to him. Sam’s lips were making their way up the inside of her right thigh, cracked skin gliding across her sticky flesh. “Oh, baby,” he purred, “you smell so good. Bet you taste even better, don’t you, little girl?”

His tongue reached the apex of her thighs, finally licking a stipe up her center with no warning. Y/N sobbed into the comforter below her, mascara stained tears marking up her face. Two fingers edged their way between the bed and her face, forcing her head upwards and arching her back. Steve’s face was caught in a dirty smirk above hers, lip pulled taut between his teeth, until he saw the tears trailing down her face. “Oh, sweetheart, you look so desperate like this.” His fingers traced her smeared lip gloss around her lips, before opening her lips harshly. “Open up, you dumb baby.”

Y/N forced her jaw open wider, just enough to watch a string of Steve’s saliva drip into her mouth. The thick spit pooled on her tongue and she tried hard not to grimace in front of him, in hopes that he wouldn’t make her- 

“Swallow it, sweetheart.” He saw the hesitation in her eyes, how her lower lip trembled at his words, but he just laughed at her. “Now.”

The warm saliva slid down her tongue and more black tears ran down her face as she obliged his orders, finally gulping it and cringing at the taste. Steve loved the way her face screwed up in displeasure, how she still had the audacity to pretend she hated what they were doing though she was moaning and whimpering with Sam’s tongue attacking her entrance.

“What do you want, sweetheart? We might give it to you as long as you use your words.” Bucky taunted lightly.

Y/N stared up at the brunette, staring menacingly down at her with his cock in hand. “Please,” she whimpered.

The three found it woeful, the way she could barely get a full sentence out as Sam went to town with his skilled tongue, but even with that onslaught, a simple please wasn’t enough for them.

“Please what, honey,” Sam moaned from between her legs, “you gotta use your big words or we’ll never know what you want from us.”

Steve and Bucky nodded in fake-agreement even though they all knew exactly what she wanted and where. 

“I don’t-” her widened eyes glanced into Steve’s, blown-out and teary. “I don’t want anything, not from you.” She lied through her teeth harshly.

Sam removed his head from between her thighs and Y/N immediately whined at the loss of contact almost hilariously. “You don’t want anything, little girl?” 

The air felt static, every hair on her neck rising in the pressured silence. The angel and the devil clawed at her heart, each trying to show her what was right. And she wanted to sin, God knew that she would love nothing more than to let that little greedy part of her take over, but she’d already cheated on Peter and that damn good part of her conscience stole the wheels of her brain.

Slowly and shamefully, she shook her head, though the downright dirty monster inside of her wanted the men to ignore her words and keep assaulting her body. 

“That’s a shame, baby, I thought we were having fun.” Sam sighed. He met Bucky’s gaze on the side, and though they seemed to be in resignation with her wishes, their eyes twinkled devilishly. He positioned his body over Y/N’s kneeled over form, his bare chest glued to her sweating back as his hands ran up the sides of her ribcage and to her front, just barely grazing over her sensitive nipples. “You mean, you don’t want me to touch you here?”

He pinched the darkened buds and she had to use every ounce of self-restraint to not collapse at the sensation. His calloused hands moved back even further, tracing down to the stretch of skin just above her mound, swiping a finger across the skin delicately. “How about here? Or even,” he brought three fingers around her body, over her ass, and into her glistening cunt again, just rubbing along her entrance, not daring to go further in. Y/N couldn’t hold in her reaction to his prodding anymore, his teasing chipping away all of her dignity and pride in a few simple touches. 

“Yes, please, please, use your fingers,” she blurted against her will. Where shame should have washed over her, there was only lust, raging red and coursing through her body so forcefully that she felt braindead. “Put your fingers in me, daddy, please.”

The pet name rolled off of her tongue so easily and she was barely ashamed of how it made her feel. The name especially shocked the three men, who smiled even wider with their cocks harder than before at the little slip up. “That was all you had to say, dolly, gonna have your daddies make you feel real good,” Bucky laughed.

Sam finally plunged his thick fingers knuckle-deep into her cunt as Steve’s mouth captured hers, effectively swallowing her scream with ferocity. The long digits scissored and swirled inside of her, pressing against new unexplored areas that she’d never even gotten to with her own fingers. White dots danced along the front line of her vision as teeth clashed against hers and though it’d been mere minutes she already knew she was close and the men did as well.

“I can feel you clamping around my fingers, honey,” Sam taunted. His lips were moving sinfully around her ass, planting sloppy kisses and drooling all over her skin while he fingered her deep. “Are you gonna come soon, baby?”

“Yes, daddy, I’m so- fuck,” Y/N panted into Steve’s mouth, “m’ so c-close.” The blond bit her tongue hard enough for her to taste blood and she yelped as she heard Sam and Bucky laugh. 

“Watch your language, dolly,” Bucky sneered from the side of the bed. His hand was rapidly moving around his cock, corkscrew motions edging him towards the brink of pleasure. 

“Little girls like you don’t get to use big swear words,” Sam’s face was still buried between her legs, his soaked fingers pulling out of her cunt only to rub at her little pearl of nerves in circles. His tongue still lapped at her dripping entrance and he could feel her tight hole start to pulse as her breathing picked up. “Oh, baby, you’re getting close, aren’t you?”

Y/N was hesitant to answer at first, the sweat on her body seeming to cool immediately in fear of what would happen if she messed up. But after five seconds Steve stopped kissing her, gripping her chin and staring into her eyes deeply. He looked as debauched as she felt, with his rosy lips swollen with spit and cheeks tinged with pink. “Are you gonna answer daddy, sweetheart?”

That knocked her into shape real fast.

“Yes, daddy, I’m so close. P-please let me come,” she whimpered. The whine in her voice pleased the two men, and Steve went back to exploring her mouth before she felt something poking against her asshole.

“Gonna let daddy put his cock in you, little girl?” Sam asked gently. His words had panic coursing through her system, a chilling realization like water being poured on her head and she began to wiggle around, trying to free Sam’s hand from her hip. Her arms weakly pushed at Steve’s chest, trying to push him as far away as he could, but the men only laughed at her flailing limbs. Y/N wanted to scream no to them, and despite her contrasting love-hate relationship with Sam’s fingers inside her cunt she knew it was time to go. It was laughable how much she would continue to say that to herself for the rest of the night. 

But Sam managed to sense her panic, knowing exactly what the issue was before harshly spanking her and effectively stopping her struggle. “Don’t worry, baby, I won’t come inside of you. I’m not risking knocking up a whore with my kids, I’ve got more dignity than that.”

He led the leaking tip of his dick down her crack, rubbing it along her slick entrance before pushing in with a groan. “Oh my fucking God, that is so hot.” Bucky admonished from the side. “Gotta get in on that soon.”

Steve chuckled against Y/N’s lips, pulling away with a strand of saliva connecting them. He adjusted himself up so his dick was centimeters from her face, a knee propped up on the bed for balance. “Gotta wait your turn, Buck, we all want a piece of her.” He noticed the way Y/N’s eyes were transfixed on his cock, the red mushroom head smeared with precome along the slit, nearly purplish veins standing out prominently on his shaft. Yeah, he couldn’t even deny that he was big because he already knew how many girls had dropped down on their knees for him. “Go ahead, sweetheart, open up those pretty lips for me.”

Almost too excitedly, she dropped her jaw, allowing him to slide his cock into the silky warmth of her mouth. As his hips started to thrust into her mouth, Sam’s started to do the same into her cunt. Both men moaned in tandem with their movements as Y/N’s worries faded away to the back of her mind as they stuffed her to the brim.

“You can come now, baby,” Sam nearly ordered, “go and cream on daddy’s cock- fuck, I know you’ve been waiting.”

It was a harsh bump of his head against her G-spot that sent her over the edge, walls clamping down with ferocity and milking him for all she was worth. Y/N reeled in the sunlight infested warmth that coursed through her body as she finally let go, whining around Steve’s dick as he continued to abuse her throat with long, deep thrusts. 

Bucky was still holding his orgasm off, fondling with his tight, heavy sac while his dick remained a painfully hard mess, glistening with precome. “I’m so glad I got to see you come, dolly, look so fucking pretty when you do.”

She couldn’t deny the little skip of her heart at the praise, just a few simple words that made her feel like a good little girl. But no, God-fucking no, she wasn’t supposed to let them make her feel this way. Guilt washed away that warmth in her chest just as quickly, knowing that her boyfriend was just waiting to come back to see her, finishing up his studies so that they could live their lives out together after college while she was getting her pussy and mouth absolutely wrecked by his co-workers. 

As soon as Y/N got her brain thinking straight again, Sam started moving inside of her again and she garbled out a strangled cry. “If you thought we were done here, baby,” Sam laughed, “you’ve got a lot left ahead of you.”

“We’re not leaving until all of us have come, brat.” Steve’s palm gripped the back of her skull roughly, pushing her head so far down on his dick that her nose was squished against his abdomen. “Greedy little bitch.”

Both men started to thrust into her again, and just like that she was back to being absolutely lost in desire and lust like the bitch in heat she was until there was a sudden shift in the air. So much that the sweat on her body began to cool her skin, Sam’s hands still gripping her hips so tightly she knew they’d leave marks that she would have to hide when she wore her favorite low-cut shorts. 

Bucky’s eyes seemed to drift from her tits moving with each movement of her hips, checking behind the door as if there were something lurking there, but she was too afraid to see for herself. If she stopped she would get spanked, and they’d probably prolong her second orgasm even further, and her pussy couldn’t handle any more subtle teasing.  

“Hey there, Parker, why don’t come on out here?”

But that, that was what made the hairs on Y/N’s neck rose, dread filling her to the fullest as she realized the implications of Sam’s words.

Peter had seen everything. Peter, her boyfriend, had seen three of his co-workers, three men who she barely knew, fuck her deep into his mattress. Peter, her boyfriend, had watched her get fucked into his mattress, without trying to stop them whatsoever.

She couldn’t tell if it was the guilt of cheating on her boyfriend or the freezing realization that he hadn’t done anything to stop the three men that hurt more. 

Yet Peter still walked from behind the door, dressed in a NYU hoodie and a pair of khakis slung low on his hips, just drawing attention to the sizable bulge that stretched out his zipper. His umber eyes, normally full of so much joy and love, were possessed by the same lust and darkness as the three men, as much as he tried to hide it behind a shyer facade. 

His eyes were trained on the tightness of how Y/N’s pussy was gripping Sam, her lips glossed over with come and spit wrapped around Steve’s dick. The girl stopped in her movements, her eyes no longer full of tears for just being gagged, but as soon as her mouth came to a halt around the base of his cock, the blond slapped her across the face. A sharp crack echoed around the room and though she couldn’t see him, she heard Bucky’s feral growl of pleasure at the whorish treatment she was receiving. 

“Didn’t say you could fucking stop, sweetheart, keep working on daddy’s cock.” No more words needed to be said as Steve gripped her hair once more, forcing himself farther back into her throat to the point where she couldn’t breathe. Sam’s thrusts were quickening, closer and closer to release as the sounds of the girl struggling to breath made his balls tighten. 

“Fucking shit, baby, you feel yourself squeezing my dick? I bet you like teasing daddy like that, don’t you?” One of his hands were brought down on her ass in a quick smack that resonated with Bucky, who was staving off his orgasm for something much sweeter than his hand. She was moaning raucously around the dick stuffed in her mouth, the vibrations sending jolts of pleasure up every nerve in Steve’s body as he came with the tip of his dick nearly being swallowed by Y/N’s throat. There was barely any time for her to fully down the thick come in her mouth before Sam was threatening to orgasm. “I’m gonna come so soon but you better fucking not, little girl, you hear me? Gotta let your daddy come before you, you ungrateful little bitch- oh.”

It was a really fucking close call, Sam’s dick pulling out of her with one quick movement before spilling pearly ropes of come onto Y/N’s spine. A high whine escaped her mouth, clit throbbing as she was so, so close to coming, and she was too far into her crazed pleasure to realize that she was letting three older men, men who fought to defend the universe from evil, use her as an over-glorified fleshlight. 

She couldn’t really blame them for calling her a cockdrunk whore. 

Bucky sauntered over to the bed, eyes trained on the pool of come centered around the base of her spine before flipping her over onto her back with his large hands and shoving three vibranium fingers back into her hole. She gasped and held onto his forearm as he continued to fingerfuck her to her second orgasm, eyes screwed shut in a delirious haze of contentment for being filled with at least something again. 

“Bucky, Bucky, Bucky, please-” Steve slapped her along the face, correcting her words immediately. “Daddy, daddy, please let me come.”

Bucky chuckled, tweaking one of her nipples with his flesh hand as he hovered over her face. “I don’t know, dolly, you’ve been a little naughty, callin’ me the wrong name, not listening to Stevie’s orders- don’t think you deserve to get what you want.”

A muffled whimper escaped her swollen lips, and he sighed in surrender. “Okay, dollface, go ahead and come on my fingers. Let me see how you wet ‘em up real good.”

Y/N’s hips bucked into his metal digits with finality, come leaking out of her cunt and soaking the sheets below her. Her sweat-glazed skin shone even against the darkening sky, and all Bucky could do was chuckle at how her chest rose quickly as she tried to catch her breath. He thought about teasing her clit again, just circling around the little bud of nerves to get a rise out of her, but he decided against it. Sam probably had better plans for her anyway. 

On the other hand, Y/N’s orgasm was starting to wear off as she noticed the hardened stare from the edge of the room. Her boyfriend.

“Peter, I…” Y/N made eye contact with him, suddenly noticing how mousy he looked in his own bedroom. 

“I nearly forgot you were here, Parker,” Sam smirked darkly. “Why don’t you come over here and fuck your little whore. I’m feeling a little generous today.”

Steve and Bucky nodded with the same infuriating smugness as Sam. The brunette boy opened his mouth to object to the degrading statement, but when he met his girlfriend’s eyes nothing needed to be said. There was no escaping this. Nothing he said mattered to the three older men, because really they had already gotten everything they wanted right in front of their disgusting, perverted eyes. 

He unbuckled his belt, letting the weight of it drop his khakis to the floor. Maybe if he’d known he would be forced into join a fivesome later that night he’d have picked any other boxers but the Ducktales one, but no one seemed to say a word about them, rather focusing on what they were failing to conceal. 

Peter’s cock had always been admirable to Y/N by its length and God, definitely its thickness. Curved upwards towards his abdomen with a vein running along the left side up to the bulbous head, it was definitely more than average. It was really just a shame he didn’t know how to use it well enough.

His shirt was pulled over his head just as quickly, and if Y/N knew any better she would say that he was excited to get to fuck her in front of the three men. He placed himself in between Y/N’s parted legs, standing in the same position as he had so many times before.

But when Y/N cried out in pain and pleasure as he slid into her, Peter knew that this time, it was different. This time three men, men that he used to trust with his life, stood on either side of him and his girlfriend and jerked their hands up and down their cocks as they watched her get fucked relentlessly. It wasn’t sweet, it wasn’t romantic, but he couldn’t really think when his thick cock was stuffed inside of her stimulated pussy, juices and come leaking out of her abused sex. 

“Go faster, Parker,” Steve instructed, his face contorted in pure pleasure. The pace of Peter’s thrusts sped up, and he threw Y/N’s ankles over his shoulders, hitting deeper inside of her, with the sound of her sobs only turning them all on more. “Oh, right there, shit, shit, shit-”

Steve came first, a low groan escaping his lips as streams of come landed on her tits, still bouncing with every movement of Peter’s hips. 

“Open up,” Sam gritted through his teeth, and Y/N obediently opened her mouth to let his bitter come coat the inside of her throat, some of it landing on her face and neck. The string of curses he let out made Peter thrust even faster into her, and he hated, absolutely despised the way it turned him on to see the three men use his girlfriend to their pleasure. But soon enough a hand pushed against his chest away from Y/N and he reluctantly pulled out.

“Move aside, kid,” Bucky instructed, “Wanna come inside of her.”

As he lined his gigantic cock up with her entrance, her eyes widened with fear. “No, please, I didn’t take my pills, I can’t- I won’t, please not inside-”

“Shut the fuck up, you slut.” Bucky’s fingers came to slap her clit harshly, and she cried out in pain. “You’re gonna be quiet and let me come wherever I damn want, right?”

He punctuated his last word as he thrust inside her, filling her up to the hilt with his girth. She was too drunk on the feeling of her cunt being filled up to argue again. It was painful, extremely so, even though two different cocks had been inside her overstimulated pussy already and Bucky stretched her out wide, his cock thicker with veins to hit every pleasure point. With her legs tossed around his tapered torso, he slid out until his very tip was left in her, then slammed back in with a small moan. The head of his cock relentlessly pounded into her cervix in a nearly soundless tempo and all Y/N could hear were her own gasps of pleasure, jaw-dropping moans that made drool slide back down her throat in her laid down position.

She turned her head to the side, and though her vision was bleary through the tears, she could see Sam and Steve watching Bucky fuck her while Peter, her boyfriend, her sweet, sweet boyfriend, was caught up fucking his hand to the sound of Bucky’s balls slapping against her ass. 

“Fuck, ‘m not gonna last much longer, dollface.” Bucky gasped. “You gonna come soon? You’re gonna come for daddy one more time. I think you’ve got a third one in you, you little fucking slut.”

“Shit, shit, daddy, please ‘m almost there,” Y/N wailed absentmindedly. A thumb came down to circle her clit quickly and she felt the coil in her stomach grow tighter and tighter, until she finally let out a high whine, finding her release as Bucky’s cock pulsed inside of her, ready to come just as easily as her. Her pussy clenched around his cock as she rode out her orgasm, fingers grasping at the sheets in order to find some sort of grounding. His come painted her walls white, and Bucky could’ve sworn there was no better feeling than feeling his blood warm in every vein as he finally let go. With stunted groans, his hips slowed its rhythm, lost in watching how his cock disappear into Y/N’s pussy, her slick juices coating his dick each time he pulled out. 

“Ah, fuck, dolly, you did so good for me. Pussy tight as a fuckin’ vice.” Bucky hugged her limp body close to his sweaty chest, letting his dick soften inside of her for a good few moments before pulling out. He tossed Y/N back onto the bed below him, barely even caring to clean the come dripping down her ribcage and out of her cunt before grabbing his boxers from the cabinet next to the bed. 

Steve was already buttoning his jeans up, checking the notifications on his phone before shoving it back into his pocket. The blond seemed to have better things to do so soon after, rushing his way to the door before pausing where Y/N laid to watch come drip out of her pussy. One more time he pushed Bucky’s come inside of her abused entrance, watching as it oozed out from behind his digits. “Look at you, fucking full of of his come. Such a goddamn whore,” he muttered under his breath.

Those were the last words he said to her before patting Bucky on the shoulder and leading him out of the opened door. 

Maybe Sam was a bit more kind, or affectionate at least. He was already dressed but visibly hard again beneath the thick denim of his pants, and he made sure Y/N knew it, taking her left hand and placing it over his dick. “You still got that effect on me, honey, even when you’re all fucked out like this.” He dragged his fingers through the thick ribbons of come that coated her chest, bringing them up to her mouth so she could taste. Even though she was more than exhausted, she wrapped her tongue around the two fingers that were pushed past her swollen lips, sucking them clean with a tired vengeance. Satisfied with her work, he kissed her chin one more time before leaving without so much as another word, slamming the door shut on his way out.

Click.

It ended exactly the way it started, the lock jostling into the doorknob just as easily as the high of Y/N’s final orgasm slipped away.

Stifling silence suffocated the room around them. Peter refused to meet her eyes, just as much as hers did his. She laid motionless on the bed with him standing at the foot, his dick soft and if she narrowed her bleary eyes just a bit, she could see how his knees were shaking. Neither of them were able to say anything, losing the ability to converse as soon as the three men left the room.

“Peter,” her voice was throaty after the rough fucking she took, “C-can you please get me a drink?”

The brown-haired boy looked down to meet her face, and she could finally see the reason that he had hid it from her. His eyes were red and bloodshot, snot running from his nose with tears running down his cheeks. She’d been so caught up in the after haze of the sex that she didn’t even notice how his bare chest was heaving so deeply, nearing hyperventalation. 

But still, he grabbed his boxers, pulling them over his weakened legs clumsily. “Y-yeah, what kind do you want, Mr. Stark has a ton-”

“I don’t care.” She cut him off firmly, a sharp tone in her voice as she rolled over on her side. Y/N tucked her knees to her chin, fingers running over the side of her neck which was marked with bruises and scratches. “I don’t fucking care.”

Without another word Peter slipped out of the room quietly, knowing better than to try to talk to her about what they had been forced to participate in. It wasn’t as if there was much to say anyways.

Rain pattered against the window. It was only six o’clock in the evening. Cars honked and beeped and Natasha’s Igor Stavinsky record played for its fiftieth round of the day, and to anyone else in the tower it was a normal night. Normal, just like the ones spent sitting on the couch with Bucky’s hand creeping up her leg or Sam’s hands groping her ass, but this time they’d made a move. 

The silence was far too much to handle, the unspoken truth of what she’d done with Bucky, Steve, Sam, and Peter finally hitting her, knocking the air out of her lungs as she suddenly struggled to breathe. Gripping her face, clawing at it like a goddamn wolf, Y/N began to cry. Silently at first, gradually growing into heartbroken sobs, she let her trodden pride carry her voice wherever it wanted to go. 

The men’s whispered words haunted her mere moments after they’d left the room, but most audibly she could hear a faint husk of a voice, Sam’s low moan in her ear looming in the dreadful silence of the room:

Thanks for sharing with us, baby.

[clairenatural]

i had a dream that sam and dean took cas to an art museum and showed him all these paintings of angels and it was like that scene in vincent and the doctor and cas said these paintings are beautiful because they depict the angels as human when a true angel could never be described as anything but monstrous and i woke up crying

anon i love this SO much. i love it so much i had to write it. this is 1.4k, destiel, human!cas

They’re making their way out of the city, monster killed and day saved, when Castiel sees a poster, pasted up on the side of the plywood wall of a construction site. It’s an angel—he doesn’t recognize the artist, but he’d guess late 19th century. Be Not Afraid: a History of Angels in Art, it proclaims, the logo of the city’s largest art gallery tucked into the corner.

Castiel stares at it. The angel on the poster stares back, wings spread and staff raised. Valiant. Something in his heart twitches, but it’s hard to place. He still has his blade, tucked safely into the trunk with the rest of their frequently used weapons, and he never had wings like that; even the shadows, the ones they showed to humans, were simply the closest representation to the real thing possible in this dimension (his back aches anyway, dimly, his human body reacting to the loss as if they were real severed appendages. He ignores it).

Dean notices, because of course he does. He stops, because of course he does, and flags Sam down before his long legs can carry him too far ahead. “Hey. You good?”

Castiel isn’t sure how long he’s been staring at the poster, but it’s long enough that Dean is obviously concerned. “Hm? Oh. Yes, I’m—I’m fine.”

Dean nods but doesn’t move. He considers the poster. “Art gallery, huh?” he asks, avoiding the obvious elephant. Castiel appreciates it. He nods back.

“I’ve never been to one,” he offers, as explanation. It seems odd—he can remember the painting of the Sistine Chapel, he remembers watching with fascination as humans began collecting the smaller paintings into collections and museums, but he’d never been inside one. It hadn’t seemed necessary. Humans collect art in large boxes to remember their history, but Castiel has seen it all.

Dean seems surprised by this. “Seriously?” Castiel nods, and there’s a pause, and he’s about to turn and keep heading towards the car, and Kansas, and home, when Dean claps him on the shoulder and turns to call over his own.

“Sammy! How do you feel about seeing some art?”

“You want to go to an art gallery?” Sam sounds incredulous, and is closer behind him than Cas expected. He hadn’t noticed him retreat the half-block he’d managed to gain on them.

“Yeah, why not? Come on. What happened to ‘a little culture wouldn’t hurt, Dean?’”

"What happened to ‘I’ve got plenty of culture, eat your damn burger?’”

“It’ll be fun, Sam,” Dean counters. Something in his tone has changed. Cas doesn’t think too hard about it.

There’s a long pause, and Cas knows there’s some sort of communication happening he can’t hear or see. “…Okay,” Sam concedes. “Okay, sure. Yeah. Let’s go.”

So they do.

Dean makes a comment about “haven’t been in one of these since I was a kid,” before they all fall into the hushed silence of the museum floor. It’s nice—nicer than Castiel had expected. Not in aesthetics; the building is sleek, and modern, and the art is obviously beautiful. But it’s nice to be there. It feels almost Holy—humans, funny creatures they are, with their habit of treating their own culture with the respect of something divine. Creating houses of worship out of museums and libraries and living rooms. 

He wanders through the various exhibits but doesn’t really pay attention until he ends up in the exhibit from the poster. He’d managed to lose the Winchesters halfway through the photography exhibit, when both the brothers had gotten distracted. Castiel had continued onward anyway, on a mission, and by the time he finds himself walking into the angel exhibit he’s on his own.

He comes to a stop in front of one of the largest paintings in the room. It’s not the same angel as the poster. It’s several, actually, looking over what appears to be Mary and a baby Jesus. The angels are beautiful—smooth, flawless skin. They have long hair that looks soft, even in paint. They’re wearing white robes, and their wings are white and dove-like. None of these angels have several heads, rotating bands of fire, or thousands of eyes. They’re beautiful, but they aren’t angels. The human who painted this didn’t know that, of course—none of them did. Humanity was faced with the concept of divinity and conceptualized it as a version of itself.

“The real things ain’t as cuddly, huh?”

Dean’s voice startles him, which he hates, both because he hates being startled and because he’s still adjusting to Dean being able to sneak up on him.

“I was just thinking,” he starts, pretending he’d known Dean was there the whole time, “you paint us like we’re human.” Not ‘us’ anymore, he reminds himself, but he brushes that thought off. Not now.

Beside him, Dean snorts. “Yeah, well. If you’d told any of those Renaissance guys that the real angels are dickhead balls of celestial intent, they’d’ve arrested you for heresy.”

Castiel shakes his head. “No.” he pauses. “Well, yes. But that’s—” he turns to face Dean for the first time. He notices Sam over Dean’s shoulder, focusing intently on a painting a few feet away and obviously pretending not to listen.

“My father—God—Chuck,” he cycles through, which will never not be weird, “created us first, but not in his image. We weren’t worthy of that. Only you were. Humans, his perfect creation, modeled after their creator. But then—” he turns back to the painting and gestures to it. “You created us in your image. You thought about divinity and you couldn’t conceive anything more Holy than yourselves.”

Dean shifts. He tries for a laugh, but it comes out short. “Well, damn, Cas. Way to make a guy feel self-centered.”

Castiel turns back to him. He blinks. He frowns. That’s not what he means. “Most of my siblings thought so,” he agrees. “But I always thought it was an honor. Look,” He turns again and reaches out for the painting, only remembering a few inches from its surface to not touch it.  “This one has a lyre. You always paint us playing music. But music, art….these are human things, Dean.” He lets his hand fall, but keeps his eyes forward.  “We’re soldiers. They don’t teach us to play the harp in Heaven, they train us to fight. But these angels are…soft. Kind. Angels you trust to protect. The kind of angels people pray to, build churches to.” He looks back at Dean, who is staring at him with a frown. He holds his gaze, steady, and takes a deep breath before finishing. “I wish I was—that any of us were—worthy of being depicted this way. I wish we were the angels you paint us as.”

There’s a long pause while Dean searches his face, obviously trying to decide on the right reaction. If they were at home, Cas thinks Dean might reach out and hug him. Instead, Dean reaches out to clap a hand on his shoulder—he lets it linger there, and Cas knows what it means, so that’s okay, too. “For what it’s worth,” he starts, and his voice is softer than the last time he spoke. “You’re the closest thing to those angels that I’ve ever seen.”

It’s a nice sentiment, but Cas smiles sadly as he turns back to the painting. “I’m not any kind of angel anymore,” he points out, and tries his hardest to keep his voice neutral.

Dean squeezes his shoulder and tilts his head, trying to recapture Castiel’s gaze. “Hey. Look at me.” Reluctantly, he looks back over. “Your wings weren’t what made you a good angel, alright?” he brings his other hand up to poke into Castiel’s chest. “That was all in here.”

He sounds like he’s quoting the Wizard of Oz, and Cas wants to make a joke about that, but he’s also never wanted to kiss Dean more. He doesn’t, because they’re in a museum, and they’re still working up to that, but he makes a note to do it later. Instead, he reaches up and pulls Dean’s hand away from his chest, links it in his own, and squeezes.

“Thank you,” he says, and it’s earnest, and it’s for everything.

Dean smiles. He understands. He squeezes back.