#The angel and the devil who’s actually a sweetheart are now a couple!!!

[theflowerofthecommonwealth]

Power Armor Punch Part Fifty Seven

(I swear the Kiss the Girl song from The Little Mermaid has been in my head for three days because of this. The crab with the Caribbean accent won’t leave me alone send help)

Masterlist

Teshteal: What? I didn’t even realize I had feelings for you until now. *frowns, remembering her supposed age* I’m not sure about that age gap but with how the Institute programs gen 3 synths… What age did they program you to be?

Joyce: (Quickly adding in) “I mean I’m four as in how long I’ve been sentient! I’m around my mid twenties if we are talking about programming! I’m not an actual toddler or a kid, just have less normal life experience…”

Gardio: *comes in and heads to Lucille’s room. Doesn’t notice the two laying on the couch*

Donovan: (Went straight to patching up the wall around the farm with the scrap they have stored in the shed)

Teshteal: *lets out a small sigh of relief. He hasn’t changed mentally since he got thawed out other than handling his trauma better. That took up the better part of a century. Survival took up the rest* I wouldn’t take advantage of you like that- jumping to 3rd base I mean. *smiles at her* Right now I’m just happy to be held. *pauses to study her face and eyes*

Gardio: *climbs up* Lucille? Sweetheart, would you be willing to help build up defenses around the lighthou-

Lucille: *already bolting down the stairs with excitement* See you outside!

Gardio: *blinks and looks around the room, noting it’s much warmer than before* She’s been busy up here.

Joyce: (Has soft and delicate features that are untouched and unblemished by the Wasteland. As Donny would call her she’s a sun-kissed blessed angel who’s just as angelic and sweet as one, which is why he rather keep her away from violence until she can properly defend herself) “Sure, I’m fine with that even if it’s platonic.” (Leans in a little more, still having not moved her leg)

Teshteal: *taken aback by her angelic features* I… don’t want it to be. *blushes at the admission. He briefly thinks about pecking her on the lips just to see what would happen but decides against it*

Donovan: (Hauling out planks of steel and his tool kit, cursing when he remembers there is still work to do in the animal pen. Ma is probably taking over his chores in there right now, and she has other things to do herself)

Lucille: *already down there with all the scrap she picked up* What do you need? I can build turrets, walls? Robots?

Donovan: (Perks up at Lucille’s sudden entrance) “Oh, hello there. Haven’t seen you in awhile.” (Rubs his hands together) “Uh, anything right now really. I’m worried those Trappers or mirelurks surrounding us will try to move in…”

Joyce: (Also blushing an adorable pink color, her emerald green eyes looking Teshteals features over closely for the first time as well) “Me neither…” (Shyly shuffles even closer, strengthening her gentle embrace)

Teshteal: *blushing a bit more at the tighter hold. His nose is slightly crooked and his chin and jaw a little angular. He almost looks like a tired rogueish devil. Not one likely to be seen with the likes of the angelic Joyce. Leans in so his face is close to hers. Perhaps he will go in for a kiss*

Lucille: *already constructing a couple of turrets. She sets them down facing the woods when she’s through. She works pretty fast* Looks like I’ll have just enough scrap to build a robot workbench and an Assault Sentry bot with some decent armor and weapons. *to Donovan* You have any cow skulls?

Donovan: (Taken aback at how quickly she can work) “Uh… No we don’t. Our animals do not pass very often…”

Joyce: (Thinks he’s very handsome, both his outwards looks and his  true heart. In fact, she started to catch feelings he minute she realized that he slayed those mutants to keep the little girl safe along with her group. Then his kindness at the brunch table further fueled this followed by his help outside… Maybe she wasn’t kidding earlier when she said she’d kiss him)

Teshteal: *gently cups her cheek and very lightly kisses her, only pausing at the realization of how soft her lips are compared to his slightly damaged rough ones. Almost wants to apologize- it must feel like sand paper to her*

Joyce: (Makes a squeak of both surprise and joy, carefully putting a hand on the back of Teshteals head to bring him in while she closes her eyes. She feels her face flush more and her heart beat faster, butterflies fluttering in her stomach)

Lucille: Hm. *digs through her stash of stuff and finds half of a brahmin skull in her bag* This will do. *sets to work on the robot work station and the robot themselves*

Donovan: “We’ve got an old Mr Handy in the shed who’s been broken down for some time, a mirelurk got a hold on him and none of us could figure out how to repair him…”

Lucille: Oh? If his components are still good I might be able to use them. *managed to get the robot work station up in the corner of the yard. She rushes to the shed and drags the Mr. Handy out*

Donovan: (Watches her do so, then decides to run to check on Ma to fill her in on whats going on)

Teshteal: *eyes widen at her forwardness in keeping him from pulling away. He shuts his eyes and kisses her just a little less softly but still tenderly*

Joyce: (Pulls back after a few seconds into their shared kiss, smiling shyly as she presses her forehead against his then pulls back again to gaze into his eyes)

Teshteal: *a little awestruck. His pupils have turned to saucers* I haven’t kissed anyone like that before… *whispers to himself as he gets lost in her emerald eyes* It’s possible to be tenderly kissed…?

Gardio: *snuck outside. Wanted to leave the two alone* How- *sees Lucille’s already building the new robot* Oh. Please remember to take breaks.

Lucille: *absently* Yes, Dad.

Ma: (Just finished milking the cows and is filling the milk gallons to bring inside)

Donovan: (Opens the barn door and rushes over when he sees this) “Here Mama, allow me.”

Ma: (Chuckles tiredly and smiles at her son) “Oh, what a gentleman…”

Donovan: (Picks up the jugs) “I’ll take it from here, you can head on back inside.”

Joyce: (Giggles cutely at the gremlin, gazing back into his eyes) “It apparently is! Wow, that was lovely….” (Strawberry pink now with all the blushing)

Teshteal: *oblivious to both Ma and Donovan returning to the house. Too distracted by what happened.* Then you won’t mind if I… *cups her cheek again as he goes in for another kiss*

Lucille: *programming the station to build a the new bot out of the Mr. Handy and the scrap it required for it, still once she finishes, she starts building up the walls as the automoton is built*

Joyce: (Hums a sweet note as she runs her fingers through Teshteals hair with the hand she has on the back of his head, putting her other arm around his shoulder)

Donovan: (Came in through the kitchen side door with Ma so he can’t see the two sharing a moment, not that he would interrupt or say anything. He sets down all the milk on the table with a tired huff then leaves to finish the farm chores)

Ma: (Gets to work putting away the fresh milk and setting it so they can extract the cream from it later, planning to check on Jas and Nick when she is done as the blood pack should’ve been long off finished by now. Perhaps Nick had already switched the bags while she was away)

Nick: *managed to do so with much coaxing*

Jasmine: (Not happy about it but she didn’t physically fight her Dad, just complained to him a lot while tugging on his shirt)

Teshteal: *kissing her a little deeper this time with just a bit more passion. He keeps his hand on her cheek with other still wrapped around her but slipped down to her side. His tail lightly drapes over both of their legs, flicking like a cat’s out of excitement*

Joyce: (Closes her eyes again while she caresses Teshteal’s shoulder and neck, thinking that his tail flicking is adorable just like the rest of him. She feels like she’s living in a real life love song right now, it feels so unreal and magical)

Teshteal: *savoring the comfortable pace and the fact they can stop if they feel like it. It’s not like in the vault where he had no control over the situation. He pulls back when he feels like he’s about to go overboard with it. Gently smiles at the angel laying with him. Jokingly but kindly* Why can’t I get enough of you? Is this some kind of sorcery?

Lucille: *smiles at the walls and the couple of extra turrets surrounding the light house* Maybe I should go scrap hunting. Add some turrrets along the walls. Make it impossible for trappers and mirelurks to get in. *grins*

Gardio: Maybe you should take a break? You’ve been working pretty hard, kid.

Lucille: They’re depending on me to bolster their defenses. I can’t stop now.

Gardio: Lucille. You’ll work yourself into the ground you’ve barely rested a day-

Lucille: Resting is what gets people killed out here.

Gardio: Well I’m sure overworking is another. Please take a break. I’m begging you.

Jasmine: (Crying out of frustration like a small child would when they can’t get their way. She understands how immature and babyish she’s being, but she can’t help it. The other way to express herself is to physically fight, and she’s too tired for that so being teary it is)

Ma: (Finishes up with storing the milk and heads off to the med room, getting a glimpse at her daughter on the sofa whom she smiles to herself at. Young love is the sweetest thing, she’s happy for them. She quickly slips into the med room and approaches Nick) “And how are we doing in here?”

Nick: Got down at least 2 blood bags since you left. She’s not too pleased but I’ll take that over anything at the moment.

Ma: (Approaches and kneels down, examining the girl) “Hm, she’s looking much less pale already.” (Takes her wrist so she can examine the IV)

Jasmine: (Whines and tries to pull her arm away)

Ma: (Keeps a grip on the teens arm) “Everything seems to be fine here.” (Looks back up at Jas, wiping the tears off her cheeks) “She’s still crying, has she taken anymore water?”

Nick: Not yet. Might be best to get a refill. *nods at the empty baby bottle*

Ma: “Of course.” (Takes the baby bottle and leaves the room to refill it in the kitchen. She tiptoes her way past the lovebirds and fills the bottle with cool water before quickly returning) “Here you are.”

Jasmine: (Hides her face away in Nicks shirt when Ma returns, whimpering in protest at the baby bottle that keeps being given to her)

Joyce: (Softly giggles, her voice sweet as honey) “I’m not sure, it’s like that song I love, “Can’t Take My Eyes Off You” by Frankie Vallie.” (Runs her hands through his hair again) “I think we’re living in a fairytale, and to think we had no idea just yesterday…”

Teshteal: Up until you, my life has been a horror novel. *gives her a quick peck on the nose*

Joyce: (Eyes sparkle even more at the kiss as she twirls her fingers through his hair) “Aw. Though it’s sad to say that it’s not an exaggeration, huh?”

Teshteal: *sad chuckle* Not at all. Though, I will be honest, we’ve moved into this whole dating thing pretty fast. I’ve heard it takes a bit sometimes before things like this click. We barely know each other. *smiles despite this admission, stroking her cheek tenderly* Maybe my agility accounts for relationships too? *shrugs with a laugh*

Joyce: (Thinks about it for a moment) “Well, I am not going anywhere far anytime soon, so we have time to get to know each other even if you only visit from time to time.” (Closes her eyes and leans into his touch) “We can take it slow and steady, maybe take a step back if needed until we get to know each other better. Save the dating step for a later time.” (Smiles at him while she opens her eyes once more to gaze at him) “I don’t regret the kiss though….”

Teshteal: I can’t recall. Isn’t the purpose of dating to do that- get to know one another before things get serious? We don’t have to stop that part but we can slow down some if that’s better for us. *kind smile* Nice people are hard to come by these days and I don’t want to ruin this.

Gardio: *following Lucille around the yard as she reinforces the walls*

Lucille: Why are you following me, Dad?

Gardio: Because I’m concerned. Why are you really throwing yourself so heavily into this?

Lucille: It’s the best I can do to actually protect people. I build.

Gardio: And if it fails?

Lucille: I rebuild it but stronger.

Gardio: *sighs. He knows this isn’t why she really does it. She’s coping with something* Please take a break-

Lucille: I can’t! If I do, then people will die!

Gardio: These people can defend themselves- they’re not helpless.

Lucille: *tears up and whirls around to face her dad* Nate could defend himself but he had no one to help him when he needed it most-! *covers her mouth when she realizes what she just said*

Gardio: *softly* That’s what this is about… Come here… *pulls Lucille into a hug*

Lucille: *starts to cry* I couldn’t protect him or Shawn-!

Gardio: Ssh… *rubs her back*

Joyce: (She was trying to give him an easy way out if he wanted to bail without hurting her feelings) “You’re right, it’s hard to come by genuine people nowadays. People who actually have a well placed soul and heart.” (Gently strokes his cheek) “I feel like I already know where your true character is built upon, and that’s in a good place.” (Takes in a deep breath as she draws her hand back) “But… You’re aware that I’m a synth, right? I’m not human or formally human…” (Scoots back slightly) “I won’t be mad if you don’t want to continue for any reason, cross my heart….”

Teshteal: *blinks at her admission of being a Synth* Why would that matter to someone like me, a guy with a tail and horns who hasn’t aged a day? *traces her jaw lightly* You’re still very human to me. More so than I could possibly be. *tail swishes sadly at the thought. Then, he shakes his head and smiles at her as he closes a little bit of the gap she made to kiss her nose again reassuringly* I want to continue this. Do you, Joyce? *looking longingly into her eyes with golden cat like ones, his pupils dilated to show the affection he’s feeling for her*

Joyce: (Puts her hand on the back of his head again. Despite having pulled back she never removed her leg from being over his) “Yes. I do want to try this new relationship with you.” (Smiles as she gazes right back at the little gremlin man, rubbing his arm. She means it when she says that she sees the kindness in his heart)

Teshteal: *blushes at the tender physical gesture. He finds himself pressing his body just a little closer to hers as he leans in for another kiss. His heart races as one hand clasps her shoulder and the other her cheek*

Joyce: (Giggles again and goes in for the kiss too, carefully running her fingers through his messy hair while avoiding his horns as her soft pink lips meet his. She doesn’t mind that his lips are tougher than hers, it’s not noticeable when she feels this giddy and fluttery)

Ma: (Leaves the med room after giving Nick the baby bottle, heading to the laundry room to pick up the clothes she is currently mending. She passes by the two on the sofa again, striding right by without giving much of a glance. Although it does remind her that she needs to take Teshteals measurements so she can start working on a new detectives coat for him)

Donovan: (Enters the kitchen and places the newly collected basket of eggs onto the kitchen counter, heaving a heavy tired sigh as she rinses off his hands and gets himself some ice cold water)

Teshteal: *kisses very passionately this time. He tries to hold himself back from kissing her too hard. Keeps telling himself to not move too fast or get too intimate in the way he kisses her. The hand on her shoulder slips down to press just in the shoulder area above her chest*

Donovan: (Quickly leaves the house again as he needs to clean out the barn and coops while the animals are let out for the day)

Joyce: (Puts her other arm around his shoulder, ruffling his hair again. Never once did she ever feel this way about a guy, never did she feel so secure and content with their relationship. She feels like she’s known Teshteal for much longer than she actually has, there’s this strong and unique bond between them that’s hard to replicate. Maybe it’s because they both shared similar situations in the past, being under the hand of someone else)

Teshteal: *pulls back when he feels like he’s losing control* I feel like I’m going mad. *brief kiss* In a good way. In a good but terrifying way. *another brief kiss* I want to kiss you so hard it might actually hurt you. *and another* I care about you too much.

Gardio: *led Lucille in to the kitchen to get some water*

Nick: *managed to get Jas to take the bottle*

Jasmine: (Slowly drinking the bottle after a few mewls of protest, now fighting against the sleepiness that’s taking over. But she can’t sleep, she doesn’t want to)

Ma: (Working on mending everyone’s clothes, starting with the biggest rips and tears in the each of the different fabrics. She works diligently so the patches and mends are hard to see, making the garments like new again)

Joyce: (Chuckles softly after every kiss) “It’s very hard to care about someone too much, unless you cross the border of being controlling or obsessive.” (Nuzzles her forehead against Teshteal’s while pecking his lips and cheeks then rests her head under his chin on his shoulder, tracing slow patterns on his back with her palms) “I think you are doing just lovely.”

Teshteal: *wraps his arm around her back tightly with a loving but regretful sigh* That’s not what I meant… I care for you too much to hurt you that way. *burries his face in her hair, taking in the various scents trapped in it. He wants to lay here forever with her* The vault tried so hard to break our ability to bond with others. They’d have us kill each other if we had an inkling of trust… it only made me bond quicker and subtly to the others- so much so they never noticed.

Nick: Ssh… *rubs his daughter’s stomach and hums the lullaby. He watches the blood bag. About a third down already*

Jasmine: (Absolutely melts in her fathers arms at the gentle rubs and the familiar lullaby, losing to the fight against sleep. She still puts a good effort though, drinking more water from the bottle as she blinks rapidly)

Nick: *smiles down at his daughter as he hums the lullaby*

Jasmine: (Clings onto her Dad tighter, starting to nod off as she breathes in sync with the soothing motion of her stomach being rubbed)

Joyce: (Smells like a mixture of honey, vanilla, hazelnut, and coconut. Her eyes widen and she lets out a small gasp when she hears more of what what on in that vault) “Again, that’s horrible and inhumane… I can’t imagine going through that. Killing your own friends.” (Traces his jawline with one hand while peppering some kisses there) “You’re safe here with us. No one will make you hurt me if you show some affection. Though, I understand if you still hear voices in your head telling you otherwise.”

Teshteal: *tears up thinking of all the times he had to go through that* I tried to make it quick and painless. *nuzzles her hair* I quickly found out I couldn’t apologize. *sniffs* I can still see their faces…

Joyce: (Holds the poor tortured gremlin closer so there’s so space between them while he reminisces those horrible times, her leg slung around his pulling him in as well) “I’m so sorry, it sounds like you did what you could for them in their final moments.” (Gently massages his shoulders and collarbone to comfort him) “I don’t think you had much of a choice, but you still tried…”

Teshteal: *sniffs* I try not to kill people unless they truly deserve it… *nuzzles her hair again then chokes on a sob* I used to kill every time I got the chance- the voices- *remembers crying as he went on killing sprees. It was like something was controlling him* I didn’t mean it-! *crying into her hair, now*

Joyce: “Hey now, shh…” (Looks up at him and presses her forehead against his, wiping his tears away with her handkerchief that was in her breast pocket. Ma was right, it is a good idea to keep one of these handy at all times) “I believe you, you don’t have to explain yourself any further…” (Peppers a few kisses on his cheek and lips while she rubs his shoulder blades)

Teshteal: *quiets down when she kisses his lips again. He wonders why she’s so kind to such a monster. Even if she’s a synth, by comparison, he looks like terrifying creature that might eat your soul if you look at him the wrong way…*

Donovan: (Cleaned out the animal living spaces and has left the pasture, securing the gate behind him. He sighs and rubs his brow, exhausted but he still has some things to take care off)

Pirate: (Trots up to his side, barking enthusiastically)

Donovan: (Pats her head) “Hey girl, you being good for our guests?”

Pirate: (Barks again, spinning in circles while pawing at him)

Donovan: (Chuckles at his pooch as he heads off to the chopping block at the side of the house to start splitting some firewood so he can store it for later. He picks up an axe and gets to work right away, keeping an ear out for any intruders who may come poking back)

Dogmeat: *just been hanging around wherever. Sometimes playing with Pirate. Sometimes going a little overboard with it too. Maybe doing other things. Like sniffing everything in sight*

The robot work station: *finished the Mr. Handy. Lucille set it to automatically activate regardless of it having a name or not*

Lucille: *up in her room, laying down again cause she’ll never hear the end of it from her dad*

Jasmine: (Lost the battle against sleep and is now snuggled up cutely against her Dad, slumbering like a sweet innocent little baby who totally didn’t cuss out a grown man earlier or screamed at the top of her lungs over an IV getting placed into her arm. Nope, no feral kitten here, just a little girl who’s dreaming of white swirls while being lulled with one of her favorite lullabies and the gentle motion of her stomach being rubbed)

Nick: *keeps humming as he watches the blood bag get closer to the bottom* he’ll have to put on another*

Jasmine: (Sniffles and coos adorably while she dreams of floating and dancing shapes in soft hues)

Joyce: (Gazes up at Teshteal with angelic eyes, planting another kiss on his lips while she gently caresses his cheek with a soft, delicate hand when she sees that almost distant look of deep thought glaze in his eyes)

Teshteal: *glances down at her, his pupils only dilating ever so slightly. He wants to distract himself. He needs to distract himself. This is why he chatters so much- the voices. He cups her cheek. Softly, apologetically* Sorry for how madly I’m about to kiss you… *He suddenly presses his hand to the back of her head and kisses her almost ravenously just to shut up his thoughts*

Joyce: (Chuckles a little as he does this, wrapping her arms around his shoulders and closing her eyes while she leans into the kiss. For a brief moment the thought comes over her on how they’ll make this work with her living in Far Harbor and Teshteal presumably in the Commonwealth, but she puts a pin in that thought for later and just focuses on the moment)

Teshteal: *surprised she wasn’t startled by the sudden shift how intensely he kisses her. Some of the voices still scream from the back of his mind that this is wrong- that no one he’s met that isn’t from the vault or a person he cared about before the war should like him let alone be attracted to him. He tries to silence that thought by kissing her deeper and attempting to slip his pointed tongue, another mutation one wouldn’t notice beyond his shark like teeth, into her mouth*

Joyce: (A little surprised at his pointed tongue but she doesn’t react all that much as she parts her lips and mouth slightly. Shes not too startled at the intensity of the kiss as he did warn her, and he’s been staring at her like she’s the most ravishing and treasured thing on this Island. One of her hands goes back to carefully ruffling Teshteal’s hair with her fingers while being mindful of his horns)

The assaultron sentry bot: *patrolling the yard. Mr. Handy Voice* What’s all this, then…? *confused at his new body. It isn’t up to General Automics guidelines for his model but it works non the less. He goes back to the back where the animals are*

Pirate: (Whines curiously and trots on up to the bot, sniffing him over with small inquisitive barks)

Donovan: (Stops his work of splitting logs and turns around, setting down his axe and blinking in partial shock when he also sees the bot a few yards away by the animal pen)

Teshteal: *tongue is surprisingly long. The pointed tip splits into a fork as he explores her mouth, eventually swirling and rubbing around her own tongue. He’s not stopping for breath any time soon*

Joyce: (The last guy she French kissed she ended up pulling away from with tears on her face, and when he tried to pull her back Donny cocked him in the head so hard that he started bleeding. Back then she was tense, a little terrified due to past experiences, and so confused on her true feelings. She didn’t understand what was happening until it was taken too far and she was frozen in fear. But right now she’s comfortable and relaxed as she rubs Teshteals neck and shoulders, her heart skipping with joy and the butterflies in her stomach fluttering)

Teshteal: *being extremely careful where he puts his hands despite his very intimate and rough kissing. He keeps them gripping her shoulders, her sides and occasionally and wildly her hair. He does this for quite a few more long moments before finally pulling back- more for her sake*

The bot: *senses the dog and turns his torso* Hello there, pup! Have you seen the owners of this fine property? *turns his chasis around to fully face the dog, not taking an aggressive stance at all since she’s not aggressive herself*

Donovan: (Damn. He’s getting too old for this. He can only stand there and stare while Pirate spins and barks with curiosity)

Pirate: (So pumped and hyped at the new bot. She turns around and barks at Donny as if to say, “You seeing this too?!?” While wagging her tail like crazy)

The bot: *looks up in the direction the pup is* Oh, are you the master of the house?

Donovan: (Finally strolls up to the bot, dusting off his hands and shirt) “Uh, yeah. Half of it at least. My mother works just as hard to keep this place up too, and care for the people in it.”

Ma: (Selecting some fabric for Teshteal’s new coat up above the laundry room where she keeps spare cloth and all her spare clothes that have been washed and mended. She picks up a sturdy black roll that looks like it would hold and starts cutting up enough so she can take it up to her room and have it ready for when she takes his measurements)

Joyce: (Smiles up at Teshteal when he pulls back, flashing her perfectly aligned white teeth as she twirls her fingers through his hair then brings them down to his face) “Does this make you my boyfriend now?” (Gently strokes his cheek, her emerald green eyes staring up at him adoringly)

Teshteal: *absolutely floored at that look. He blushes and stammers like he didn’t just kiss her almost to the point of breathlessness* I- what-? Maybe- *takes a moment to collect himself but that stutter remains for a moment* Dates s-sometimes have these moments- I thought- *pauses* At least that’s what I’ve heard- *shakes his head* I know we’re moving kind of fast- *so flustered by her he doesn’t even know what to say. He doesn’t want Ma or Donny getting the wrong idea if they suddenly start going steady after less than a day. After a moment of thought and recovering from how love struck she made him just a second ago* Your caretakers might have something to say about us suddenly being partners.

The bot: I see! Well, I am pleased to meet you. Thank you for purchasi- *realizes that might not be the right statement considering his… modifications* Thank you for allowing me to assist you with your household needs. Only the finest service provided by the ingenius engineering of General Automics! *raises his saw arm to gesture slightly for emphasis*

Donovan: (Nods at the bot while giving him a slight wave, still taken aback by him. He silently wonders how Lucille managed to scrap him together in such a short amount of time)

Joyce: (Giggles because Teshteal is so cute when he’s flustered and redder than a can of tomato’s) “Sorry, that statement is apparently making your brain work overtime, hm?” (Fixes his wild hair so it’s more laid flat and not sticking up in different directions) “Don’t worry about Donny and Mama, they’re protective but they won’t intrude or give you the stink eye from across the room.” (Taps his lips with two of her fingers) “Besides, after a kiss like that what do you propose we are?”

Teshteal: I’m not opposed to it… but we met only less than a day- *pauses. He hasn’t noticed he isn’t wincing at it around her* Then again. There are the occasional times when people kind of just click immediately. *finally caves* I wouldn’t mind being your boyfriend, angel. *tenderly strokes her jaw lifting it gently with a rough but careful set of fingers* So long as you’re happy and okay with it. That goes for everything. I won’t ever do something with you if you don’t like it or want it, okay?

Joyce: (Glows brightly at the term of endearment, radiating sunlight itself) “Heh, Mama calls me her little angel too, and for several good reasons.” (Gestures to her soft angelic complexion to name one of them) “And don’t you worry, if I don’t want or like something you’re doing I have no problem with saying ���no” or “stop” anymore.” (Leans in close again) “And we can still take this as slow as we want… Even if we are going kinda fast.” (Crinkles her nose at how little sense that makes)

Teshteal: *smiles at her cute crinkling nose* You’re so cute. Good thing I’m not a cannibal, I’d eat you right up. *playfully taps her nose. He starts kind of assessing their situation on the couch and blushes* Oh- I hadn’t realized we were laying like that- *shifts a little but finds that presses himself closer unwillingly. He turns a bright shade of red and resigns to pressing his eyes against her shoulder in shame* I’m sorry-

The bot: Is something the matter, Sir? You haven’t said a word for some time.

Donovan: (Shakes out his head) “Hm? Oh, apologies. I have a million things on my mind at the moment, a potential attack from Trappers being one of them.” (Rubs his hands together, looking the lawn over)

Ma: (Started ironing Nick’s and Gardio’s freshly washed and patched coats, trousers, and dress shirts. She plans on having everyone come up to the loft to pick out new clothes that they can wear as they seemed to not have brought many themselves. If she doesn’t have anything that fits them or their style, she can just whip them up something suitable later as what she’s doing for Teshteal)

Joyce: (Can’t help but laugh again at how bashful and flustered Teshteal is about their situation. She plants a kiss on the top of his head while rubbing the back of his neck) “Don’t be. I’m the one who brought us here and laid us down, remember? I’m the one who’s been holding you in place with my leg and arms this whole time while you calmed down, and I’ll do it all over again if I have to.” (Smiles assuredly down at him)

Teshteal: It does- it has- *stumbling over his words* It makes me think of things- It’s too early for that- *flustered mess at the implications*

The bot: Ah, I see. I can assist with defending the residence if you so desire, sir. After all… *lifts his arms as a gesture at his weapons* It seems that was what I was built for.

Donovan: “It seems if you have. That would be a big help, thank you.” (Gestures at the perimeter of the farm) “There are two gates that are the only entry and exit ways with guard posts stationed at each one that house turrets. As of now, our main concern are the mirelurks that have washed up nearby during the storm and the Trappers that are camped out at the nearby quarry. I already gave ‘em a warning that we’ll shoot on sight if they ever come snooping around here again.” (Points behind the lighthouse where the docks for the boats are) “We get guests that stop by from time to time for trade and stuff, make sure to welcome them. But if you see a big black ship pull up alert everyone please, especially Joyce, then Mama and I.”

The bot: Will do, sir! *Turns and starts patrolling the premises*

Donovan: (Watches the bot leave on patrol, then gets to work finishing splitting the logs and bundling them up for storage on the log racks by the shed)

Joyce: (Laughs harder, covering her mouth with one hand while she tries to stop as to not embarrass Teshteal any further, but it’s proving to be harder than expected. She watched this guy slaughter mutants by the droves with not much weaponry or backup and turn the bottling plant into a bloodbath, now he’s blushing like crazy and hiding away from her, a sweet young lady. The drastic contrast is cracking her up) “If it makes you feel any better, I’m pretty physically affectionate so it’s not really a surprise to anyone that I’m all cuddly with ya…”

Teshteal: I- it’s more than cuddles my mind’s racing to- *quickly apologizes to her again* I’m sorry-

Joyce: (Gains control of her laughter, glancing down at her gremlin boyfriend) “Hey, you ain’t the first to jump to that with me, at least you’re fairly polite about it. Also extremely adorable.” (Pats and rubs his shoulders to further assure him, deciding to give him another escape rout) “We can get up now if it’s too much of a problem.” (Slowly starts to remove her leg from around his to rise from the sofa)

Teshteal: *So embarrassed. He starts trying to get up but in his flustered state his hand lands on the side of her chest instead of the couch. He immediately removes it and falls back on top of her. Panics and starts apologizing for touching a boob*

Joyce: (Raises an eyebrow with a smirk, immediately seeing that it was a complete accident judging by his reaction and not a horrible way to send a signal so she starts laughing again while trying to speak between breaths) “Pffft! Hey- don’t sweat it! It was an accident, I’m sure!” (Puts her arms around his waist and buries her face in his shoulder as she giggles like an immature high schooler at the situation, so glad that everyone else is off doing their own thing)

Teshteal: *blushes deeper at how close to each other again, if not even closer than before. He’s getting mixed signals on what her intentions are* Is… is this for comfort or… *swallows hard, afraid she’ll take this the wrong way* Is getting more… intimate something you want-? *not used to reading this kind of situation. In the vault, if a guard wanted to have their way with him, they’d simply do it regardless of how he felt. He’s glad that’s not the case with her but he needs direction on where this couch situation is going*

Gardio: *goes outside to help Donny after cleaning their bathroom* Need any help out here?

Donovan: (Looks up from his work) “We could use some help on cleaning any sea gunk that blew in from the storm. Getting it out of the animal pen was a priority but we still have some scattered about and the smell is horrid at times. Its not a pleasant job, so I understand if you rather split wood or help Ma inside while you leave it to me.”

Gardio: *rolls up his sleaves and smiles at Donovan* You got it. *starts gathering a bunch of the debris that blew in, especially the really large stuff*

Donovan: (Smiles back, grateful he’s getting help because he’s bone tired and there’s still other things to do later on)

Joyce: (Lifts her head and stares up at Teshteal, still smirking at him. She points to the med room nearby) “There is a child in there with her father, you know. And judging by the fact that she is no longer screaming or crying, she is most likely sleeping.” (Rubs his back as she takes a deep breath to calm herself after that fit of laughter) “I’ll be honest with myself, I’m probably the one here who is making us go fast with this whole thing. I think it would be wise to keep it slowish until we get a better understanding of each other as again, we just met yesterday evening, although its common for people to start with this step after briefly meeting for the first time. But what is it that you want, Teshteal…?” (Goes back to gazing at him with her emerald green eyes that have both sweetness and concern on how he’s taking things. Is she going too fast? He’s the one with trauma, she should adjust to his speed as she is willing to dive in right away. Perhaps she should consult her mother first before doing anything, she has made the mistake of mixing up her own feelings and wants in the past)

Teshteal: *hides his face in her neck as he mutters yet another apology for forgetting where they are. Decides to answer her question* I don’t know. I don’t actually know how most of this is supposed to work anymore. All I know is that I don’t want to ruin this. *trembles a little in fear* I’m scared I’ll mess this up.

Joyce: (Pets his hair with one hand while the other holds him tighter when she feels him trembling) “You’re not ruining anything at all… And I’m honestly not too sure how this goes either. I’m used to guys jumping at me with intent to go straight into the lovey stuff before even hearing my name.” (Sighs heavy when she remembers what happened to her after escaping the Institute) “I’m used to being pressured into giving in, luckily nothing horrible has happened to me…” (Kisses his head again, thinking it over) “We can just keep cuddling. There’s no rush.”

@lucilleandherrobots

[peterman-spideyparker]

In Suspense (Matt Murdock x Fem!Reader)

Author’s Note: Hey lovelies! Because I was indecisive and didn’t know what fic to post first, I let a Tumblr poll decide out of three, and this one was the winner! I admit, it’s a bit self-serving, but good gravy I love this man. Enjoy! :)

Summary: Matt’s riding a high from a good day in court, and you’ve had a crappy day—your only perk having been being able to work from home. When Matt finally gets to the loft and you catch a glimpse of a particular piece of attire, you just can’t help yourself.

Warnings: Domestic fluff, established relationship, smut (oral—m and f receiving, needy and a bit rough, unprotected p in v sex, praise/Matt bring flirty and cocky, creampie), swearing/dirty talk

Other Characters: None

Word Count: 1,937

“Hey sweetheart,” you hear Matt call as he enters the loft. 

“Matt!” you say surprised, putting your laptop on the table and moving over to meet him halfway. His glasses, briefcase, and cane have all been discarded by the door, and he begins to loosen his tie. “Court let out early?”

“Yep,” he smiles, placing his hands gently on your waist as he pulls you in for a sweet kiss. “It also helps that it was a Friday afternoon and that I caught the prosecutions’s star witness in a lie during cross, got a confession on the stand, and saved my client from a wrongful imprisonment.”

“Matt, that’s amazing!” you cheer, wrapping him in a big hug. There’s a wonderful, prideful glow about him, feeling a strong sense of pride for what he was able to do for his clients. You mirror his joy, feeling nothing but admiration and amazement for him and how he helps the people who really need it. You press a sweet kiss to his cheek before you lean back and look at him, running your fingers through his hair as you cradle the back of his head. “You never cease to amaze me.”

“I do like the challenge of one-upping myself.”

You give him another kiss before you run your hands down his arms.

“I’m gonna clock out early and I’ll run down the the little market a couple of blocks over and I’ll get what I need to make your favorite for dinner. Tonight, we’re celebrating.”

“I think we can achieve that same level of celebration with some takeout. Now it’s just a matter of deciding the kind of cuisine.”

“Well, now, that’s something for the man of honor to decide.”

“Personally, I don’t think we can ever go wrong with Thai.”

“Then Thai it is,” you beam. “Usual?”

“Usual.”

“Now that you’ve heard about my day, how was yours, sweetheart?”

“Not nearly as eventful as yours,” you sigh. “Long. Stressful. Not things Fridays should be.”

“I’m sorry, angel. But the day is almost done, I’m home, and no one can give feel-better cuddles like me. Actually, Foggy probably could.”

“He is a master snuggle bear. But I have my cuddle devil on call whenever I need him.”

“Damn right, you do,” he confirms with a long, sweet kiss and a quick smack to your butt before you both move toward the kitchen. As you walk, he takes off his suit jacket, and you stop mid-movement when you catch what’s underneath. 

“Matty, are you wearing suspenders?” you ask, feeling a blush rush to your cheeks while you watch him roll up his sleeves to his elbows. 

“Yeah.”

“Aren’t suspenders more of a tuxedo piece of attire for you?”

Matt gives a little shrug and pout of his lips. “I just felt like mixing it up today.”

“Well,” you breathe, closing the space between Matt and you once more. “In the interest in mixing it up, I think we should continue with the theme.” Matt’s eyebrows arch in confusion and anticipation as that beautiful lopsided smirk graces his lips. Hooking your thumbs under the elastic, gently sliding them down the fabric and stopping at the middle of his pecs, barely an inch between your faces. “Dessert before dinner?”

The smile that curls on Matt’s lips and the mischievous glint in his eye speaks louder than words as he pulls you in for a panty-soaking kiss. You moan into his mouth and pull his body impossibly close to yours by the textured fabric of his suspenders. 

“This really does something for you, huh?” Matt chuckles against your lips.

“Oh, yeah, Matty,” you hum, running your hands up and over his shoulders. “You have no idea what this does for me.”

Feeling the soft locks of his hair, you cup the back of his head and pull him back into you the short distance for another deep kiss, causing your bodies to fall onto the couch. With the solid flop on the couch making squeaky leather sounds, you both giggle into the kiss as you continue to embrace. As Matt’s hands cradle your face, he chases your lips, planting big, quick, open kisses on you that make your lips tingle. You move to unbutton his crisp white shirt, feeling his soft scarred skin underneath the soft cotton fabric.

“Fuck, you’re so hot,” you murmur into his mouth before he pulls back and sucks on your neck, marking you up for all to see. 

“I guess I should wear suspenders more often,” he nips at your earlobe. 

“Then we’d be doing this all the time.”

“I’m not opposed to that, angel—don’t put the idea in my head.”

You smile and giggle as you move in for more kisses, moaning as his hands glide up your body and his tongue explores your mouth. 

“Mmm,” you whimper as you grind against him. His grip tightens on your hips, pushing the fabric of your shirt up on your skin. You pull your lips from his and suck marks into his neck, sucking at his earlobe occasionally. “Wanna suck you off. Wanna bounce on your cock, too.”

Matt slides his hands over your body, squeezing your breasts before running his fingers through your hair, holding you incredibly close as he kisses you, letting you sneak down between his legs, freeing him just enough from his pants and boxers where you can give him a few pumps and swallow him whole—the fact that he’s still relatively soft making the entire thing easier. Matt moans in delight as you drag your lips up and down his shaft, tracing the prominent vein in his cock with the tip of your tongue, further using it to your advantage as you lick the underside of the mushroom head before kissing the tip of his cock slowly, your lips wrapping around the hot, pink flesh. 

Your time on your knees with Matt down your throat doesn’t last long, as he pulls you up and leans your body backward on the sofa so you’re completely at his mercy. He pulls his lips from yours and presses kisses down your neck and exposed collarbone before pulling your shirt off of your body. 

“No bra, sweetheart?” he chuckles as his hands settle on your exposed ribcage, his thumbs brushing just under your breasts. 

“No need—perks from working at home,” you smile as you run your hand through his hair. 

“Works great for me,” he says with a lick of his lips, dipping his face down, taking one of your breasts into his mouth while his hand grabs at the other one. Your back arches as you moan loudly into the apartment, Matt sucking at your nipple and licking at the supple flesh. You feel him roll your other nipple between his thumb and forefinger, getting it nice and pebbled before putting his mouth on it, mimicking the motion with the other nipple. 

“Fuck, sweetheart, your tits are so perfect,” he pants as he kisses you right above your racing heart. Taking your breasts in his large hands, he pushes your breasts together, burying his face right into them and moaning into the skin. 

“Matty,” you whine. “Fu . . . Ooh. Matty, eat me out. Please, Matty, need your mouth on me.”

Matt kisses your neck again before pulling off, making quick work of your pants. You lean up, pulling his shirt off and throwing it somewhere in the living room before he guides you back down and spreads your legs wide, grazing his hands over your aching core before sliding two fingers into you, pumping them just so.

“You’re so tight, baby,” he coos. “Shit . . . So fucking wet f’me, too.”

Dipping down, he wraps his lips around your clit and you moan, arching your back and tossing your head to the side as he eats you out and stretches you wide. 

“Matt!” you cry. “Matty! Fuck . . . Fuck, baby, I need your cock.”

“Thought you wanted my mouth?” he hums into your core. 

“Matt, please! ‘M gonna cum. Wanna do it on your cock.”

He slowly pulls his fingers from you and kisses up your body. “Of course, baby. You’re such a good girl. I’ll give you what you want, sweetheart, I’ll give you my cock.”

Completely ridding himself of his suspenders and slacks, the fabric blend joins the rest of your clothes on the floor. He pumps himself in one hand while he uses his other to adjust you on the couch, pinning you in a pocket of the cushions that creates the most comfort for the both of you. Tapping your pussy with his dick a few times, he gathers up the slick dripping from between your legs and slowly pushes all the way in, your moans harmonizing in the apartment as he moves to completely bottom out. His lips move against yours in a passionate kiss, the both of you doing your darnedest to chase your desires. As you go back and forth, Matt starts fast, shallow thrusts, hitting everything just right.

“Feel so good like this,” he breathes against your neck. “Perfect, angel. Made for me.”

“Right there!” you squeak as you try to hold onto his back, your nails scratching at his soft, scarred skin. “Right there, Matty! Just like that!”

The leather of the cushions squeak as the feet of the sofa scratch against the old hardwood of the loft with each of Matt’s thrusts. Your moans and cries of pleasure come out of you on their own volition as Matt ruts into you over and over. You hold onto him as you feel your orgasm build, and you cling to him as if your life depends on it when you finally feel your release wash over you. He holds onto you and gives you the support you need as you experience nothing but pleasure, his hips keeping a relatively steady pace as he cums inside of you shortly after you clench around his length, pushing the hot ropes of his release deep inside of you. 

“Mm, congrats on your win, counselor,” you hum, completely blissed out as you kiss his forehead, temple, cheek, and finally his lips.

Matt gives you a happy-hazy smile as he kisses the expanse of skin from your shoulders up to your neck.

“Sorry you had a crappy day, angel,” he says with a kiss to your sweet spot.

“It’s been less crappy since you got home.” That’s when it hits you, and you can’t help but laugh. “Oops.”

“What?” Matt chuckles into your neck, pressing a kiss into one of the hickies he left on your skin.

“I didn’t clock out—I just had sex and got paid.”

“Like a prostitute?” he offers, only making the pair of you laugh harder.

“Oh my—not funny!”

“Objection—it’s hilarious. Can you imagine?”

“Okay, sustained,” you laugh as you roll into him, resting your head on his muscly arm, the image he put in your head truly too ridiculous to not be funny. 

“C’mon. Clock out so when this happens again later—.”

“‘Again later’?”

“Yeah. I’m still in a celebratory mood, and I’ve gotta make sure my girl forgets all about her crappy day.”

You hum in agreement as Matt kisses your forehead once more, adjusting you so you can get cozy on the couch together in his arms. Moving as little as you can from him, you grab your phone and clock out, kissing along the lines of a red angry scratches you left in his skin as he holds you close, making sure you both recharge for round after round tonight.

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[munsonslove]

Now that’s it’s officially October, I would like to request Eddie seeing his best friend (who he has a crush on and who never really wears skirts or dresses) in a spooky short Halloween costume with thigh highs or something and it drives him wild. Turns out she also has a crush on him and softdom!reader x sub!Eddie smut ensues (but no mommy kink pls lol) 🎃 tysm

Her Angel, His Devil

(18+ only)

a/n: thank you for the request!! i hope you like it <3 & happy spooky season everyone!

summary: It's Halloween, and you and Eddie have plans to attend a friend's party. When he sees that your costume is a little more revealing than you usually wear, the plans for the night change.

wordcount: 3.6k

tags/warnings: fem!softdom!reader, sub!eddie, fluff, smut, friends to lovers, praise kink, teasing, use of pet names (baby, babe, sweetheart), p in v penetration, L bomb dropped, no use of y/n

Eddie likes Halloween just fine, but he’s more interested in eating candy while watching scary movies (and maybe playing a prank or two on the kids) than he is in dressing up. He hasn’t been trick-or-treating since moving in with his uncle, and his friends were never the type to throw costume parties. Knowing this doesn’t stop you from asking him to accompany you to your friend’s Halloween party, and as always he agrees to your wishes. You met this girl through your job, and you know she’s only working until her dad agrees to unfreeze her inheritance. Her family is loaded, her parents just let her know they won’t be home the night of the 31st, and she is not to have anyone over. So basically, it’s going to be a rager.

Due to the party being so short notice and the fact that you and Eddie were not originally planning on doing anything in particular for the holiday, your costumes were forced to be very last minute. The stores were wiped clean of anything good, so it looked like simple and homemade was the way to go. Luckily, your friend came in clutch by offering some leftover pieces from a couple’s costume she did with her ex, but the only parts left were a headband with devil horns and some angel wings that can be worn like a backpack. Obviously, your first instinct is to let Eddie be the devil, but when you two are ransacking her closet to try and figure out what you’re going to wear, she comes across a tiny little red dress. You usually opted for a more modest look, but seeing as this would be your first Halloween since moving out, you decided to abuse the freedom of not having to hear any remarks from your family about the amount of skin showing.

You didn’t wear dresses or skirts often. In fact, although he’s been your best friend for years you don’t think Eddie has ever really seen you in a dress. And this particular one doesn’t have very much fabric. Those concerns didn’t deter your friend though, as she practically forced you to try it on right then and there. It fell just below the swell of your butt cheeks, and you had to be very careful not to flash her when stepping out of the bathroom. Feeling insecure, you tried to protest and said you would just wear all white and be the angel, but she was already shoving red accessories into your hands. The devil horns, red thigh high stockings, and red heels. Indulging her, you put everything on and turn to face the full length mirror. Admittedly, you looked incredibly sexy. The dress accentuated all of your favorite parts of yourself, and a fantasy of Eddie ripping the dress off of you in a frenzy flashed through your head.

“Don’t worry if anything gets damaged,” your friend says with a wink, and you wonder if she has mind reading powers. “I doubt Eddie’ll be able to keep his paws off you when you show up in this little number,” she finishes with a giggle, smacking you gently on the ass.

Returning the laugh, a sudden surge of confidence comes to you. Maybe you would actually finally make your move after crushing on your best friend for so many years. You call Eddie from her phone and let him know that you handled the costume situation, and to pick you up at 9:00pm the next night wearing a white t-shirt. He doesn’t ask any follow up questions, just agrees and tells you he’ll be there.

Tomorrow, the night of Halloween, he arrives at 9 o’clock on the dot and knocks on your apartment door. Your roommate was actually just leaving as he arrived, so she let him in and told him you were getting ready.

“Look who came exactly on time, in exactly what they were told to wear, only for their date to be running late,” he shouts through your door, smile apparent in his voice.

“Sorry!” you call out in response, “I’m not used to putting on makeup, so it’s taking longer than I expected it to.”

“Makeup?” he asks, thinking back to when he last saw you wearing any. It had to be years ago, maybe before high school. “Like face paint? What’re our costumes?”

“No, not face paint. Eyeliner and blush and stuff. My friend I told you about lent it to me,” you explain. “The rest of your costume is on the kitchen table.”

You hear a short “‘Kay,” then him walking away from your door. After finishing up with the lipstick, you apply one last coat of mascara and give yourself a final glance over. The dress has spaghetti straps with a low cut sweetheart neckline, and is tight up top but flares at the bottom. While it covers all the important bits, the dress is still short no matter what way you look at it, and tugging the fabric down doesn’t help much. Your legs are covered, but only barely, by sheer red stockings that come up to your mid thigh and connect to a garter belt. Dark eye makeup enhances the devilish look, and the added touch of a blood red lip really completes it. You put on the horns with care not to mess up your hair and slip into the pointed pumps (that you’ve spent all day practicing walking in) before exiting the room and sneaking behind Eddie.

He hears you, but doesn’t turn around. In his hands are the fake wings, along with a halo headband that you fashioned out of yellow pipe cleaner. It was very resourceful, if you do say so yourself.

“You know, when all you told me was ‘wear a white t-shirt’ I was expecting a greaser thing. Maybe a little Sandy and Zuko action, since I know I forgot my leather jacket here the last time I was over” he starts, clearly amused by your choice. “But this is really funny. What about me screams ang-”

His joking comes to a halt midway through his sentence when he turns around and finally sees you for the first time that night. His gaze immediately drops to your cleavage, then to your hips, then thighs, then back up to your cleavage. You try to keep the smugness you feel from being overt, but you aren’t sure he’d notice either way.

“Whaddya think?” you ask, holding your arms out by your sides and giving him a little twirl.

He’s silent for a moment, still looking you up and down with his jaw dropped. Eventually, he speaks up. “You look… uh… really nice,” he says, and your face warms at his emphasis on the word ‘really’.

“Are you sure?” you ask, feigning modesty. You can tell from the heat in his expression that he thinks you look a little bit better than ‘nice’. “I feel kinda silly, I don’t usually dress up like this.”

Eddie scoffs, like what you’re saying is ridiculous. “Babe, you look fucking incredible,” he assures you. “I mean- don’t get me wrong- you’re drop dead gorgeous when you’re in sweats and one of my band shirts. But this…” he trails off, once again blatantly checking you out.

A scheme hatches in your brain, and you have a suspicion that it’s already halfway to succeeding. You’ll have to call your coworker later and apologize about never making it to her party, but the result will be so rewarding. Stepping forward, you take the halo and he releases it from his grip without objection. After placing it on his head- the actual band piece being obstructed from view thanks to his curls- you take either of his cheeks in your freshly manicured hands and smile coyly at him.

“My angel,” you whisper, reveling in the way his eyes glued themselves to your lips.

“My devil,” he replies in an almost growl, dropping the wings to the floor before caving and meeting your mouth with his.

This has been a long time coming, and you mentally berated yourself for not pushing him sooner. After years of knowing each other, you might have guessed that he fell around the same time you did, but there was always the doubt and fear of ruining what was already a good thing. If friendship was all you could get with Eddie, then the long nights of wanting more after spending all day with him were worth it just to have him in your life. Now that he’s in your grasp, however, you were never letting go.

“Baby,” he whines against your lips, “Wanted this for so long. You have no idea.”

“I have an inkling,” you say, chuckling as he’s desperately trying to kiss you while simultaneously speaking. It’s cute how needy he became so quickly, and you plan to have fun with that. After only a short kiss and a little peek of skin, you could feel him beginning to harden. Hooking your finger into one of the belt loops on his jeans, you drag him to the open door of your bedroom and he follows wordlessly, smiling dopily the whole way there. His grin grows wider and more sure when you open the drawer to your bedside table and pull out a little foil square.

“Do you want this, baby?” you ask, your own voice surprising you with its sultry tone.

“Yes,” he answers instantly, “So bad, please.” He sounds wrecked already, and you haven’t even touched him. You can already tell he’ll be deliciously pliant under your command.

You smirk before closing the drawer and say one word. “Strip.” 

Biting into the packaging and pulling out the condom, he hurriedly does as you tell him to, starting with the t-shirt then barely avoiding tripping as he kicks off his jeans and boxers. His cock springs up and rests by his belly button the second the elastic passes over it. Something about being fully clothed while he stood before you completely nude (minus the guitar pick necklace, the silly angel halo, and those rings that drive you crazy) made you feel powerful, which made you want to ruin him all the more. You step forward and ready the rubber to be rolled onto him. The latex slides down easily- something both his and your impatience is thankful for- and your hand closes around the base of his cock firmly. You just hold there for a second, enjoying the way he attempts to buck up to receive even a minor amount of friction. His tiny whimpers get somewhat louder until he snaps out of his trance and quiets down, shy about the noises escaping him.

“Don’t hold back those pretty sounds,” you order, kissing up his jaw before taking his earlobe between your teeth.

“It’s embarrassing,” he complains, still biting back moans while trying to fuck himself into your fist.

“It’s not. You wouldn’t be so shy if you knew the effect you had on me,” you whisper into his ear. “My pretty boy makes me feel so loved with his sounds, don’t you wanna make me feel loved?”

“Y- yeah…” he breathes out. His voice is broken and scratchy, and the little gasps of air shoot straight to your core. He’s moaning now- not fully unabashedly, but beautifully nonetheless. “I do, I love you.”

It wasn’t the first time he told you he loved you. After all, you had been best friends for many years, and while you were too scared to be completely open you did make sure to let him know how much he meant to you and how much you cared. However, this declaration of love felt different, for undeniable reasons. The weight of his last statement hung in the air, but he didn’t seem to notice, he was too preoccupied by his desperation for you.

“So perfect for me. My perfect, sweet boy,” you coo at him, and his face brightens. The praise is light and bubbly in his chest, and heightens his sensitivity substantially.

“Please, I need you baby,” he says, his tone as serious as if this were life and death. You briefly consider going easy on him, but the fun of toying with him is too tempting.

“Beg,” you reply simply.

A long, uninterrupted groan leaves him as he throws his head back in frustration. “Please,” he tries again, “Please let me fuck you. I’m dying here.”

“So dramatic,” you chuckle lightly, “I’m gonna give you what you need, baby. Just let me take care of you.”

His disdain at having to wait is obvious, but you know he’ll do as you say anyway. You let go of his dick, causing his eyebrows to upturn in disappointment, but his excitement returns when he follows your instructions to get on the bed. Practically belly flopping onto it, he quickly turns around and lies with his legs spread wide. The sight makes your mouth water and you have to resist devouring him right then and there, still wanting to torture him by going slow.

“Look so pretty doing as you’re told,” you murmur before biting your bottom lip. Eddie squirms, messing up the sheets tautly tucked under the mattress.

“You look beautiful,” he compliments back, tone heavy with the truth he pours into it. Your heart aches at the desire you feel emanating from him. “So beautiful, everything I’ve ever wanted.”

“Who knew you’d be such a sweet talker in bed,” you joke. His flattery makes you giddy, but you want to retain the upper hand in this dynamic, so you try to play it off like it’s not affecting you that much.

“Sorry,” he apologizes, “Just wanted this for so long. Wanted you for so long.”

“It’s okay,” you say, crawling onto the bed and into his lap, “Me too.”

Your clothed pussy makes contact with his thigh. The damp cotton slickens his skin and his nails dig into your sides over the thin fabric of your dress. It doesn’t seem to register to him that his hold is almost too tight, but you’re sure there’ll be light bruises in the shape of his hands on your waist tomorrow (not that you mind at all, the physical reminder will actually be nice). His cock twitches as you softly trail the nail of your pointer finger down his chest. Even through the condom you can tell that it’s an angry shade of red, and the slit is leaking precum. It looks sort of uncomfortable, but that doesn’t stop this view from being the best thing you’ve ever seen. Undoing the hooks on your garter belt, the elastics snap up slightly while your stockings droop a little, still mostly being held in place by the thickness of your thigh. With those out of the way, you’re able to sit up and slide your panties down your legs, and Eddie assists you in pulling them the rest of the way off when you have to fall back on your butt to get them over your knees. He takes advantage of your new position, using it to hover over you as he parts your legs. With your skirt folded up over your stomach, your cunt is on full display to him.

“Such a pretty pussy,” he says, his words slurred with lust. The pad of his thumb presses onto your clit and you sigh as he rubs it curiously, his eyes never leaving your blissed out face.

As he circles the tender nub, your need to act out your many years worth of sexual fantasies on him grows stronger. “Eddie, lay down. I wanna ride you.”

Instantly obeying, he lies on his back with his head supported by your many pillows, and untangles his hair from the pipe cleaner halo before tossing it to the side. You swing a leg over his lap to kneel above him, and his cock stands up straight, begging for attention. You can’t wait any longer. Wrapping your fingers around the base once more, you hold as close to his balls as you can manage, and position it at your soaked entrance. The sound he makes when the head comes into contact with your burning hot center is euphoric, and he’s not even inside you yet. You sink onto him slowly, forcing yourself to continue this little act of control that you have going on, despite how badly you just want to take from him what you need. Eddie, on the other hand, is not capable of practicing any discipline and begins thrusting up into you with no warning.

You push down onto him as hard as you can, then pin him there, effectively ceasing his movements. “I didn’t tell you that you could do that,” you say, ignoring his cries of protest. “Don’t you want to be good for me, baby?”

“Y- yes!” he calls out, beads of liquid pooling in the lashes of his closed eyes. “But you feel so fucking good, baby. So good.” Clearly, all of his focus is being used on staying still. His face is scrunched up, and the show of determination is rather adorable. 

“I know, sweet boy, I know,” you whisper comfortingly as you lean forward, his cock fully sheathed inside of you. “It’s good for me too.”

You kiss away his tears before moving on to his pouting lips, then at their corner, then his cheek and down his jaw, until you end up sucking on his neck. The red marks left behind by your lipstick look so cute covering his face and throat, you make a mental note to snap a polaroid before falling asleep. And to be honest, it was really good. The girth and length were the perfect size, and you swear you can feel the little ridges and divots massaging your insides with each shift. Your hips begin softly rocking against him, too slow to grant any real satisfaction.

“Please, please go faster sweetheart. I’m begging. Begging just like you told me to, please,” he whines. It’s bordering on pathetic, which is why how much more it turns you on confuses you. “Stop teasing, baby, please.”

“Teasing?” you say humorously, giggling into his neck. “Is that what I’m doing? I guess you’re right. I’m sorry, baby.”

He and you both know you’re not really all that sorry, but he doesn’t dare call you out on the lie in fear that you’ll prolong the buildup even more. Taking pity, you grind on him harder and faster, before sitting up and placing your hands on his chest. You’re now fully bouncing up and down, and he groans in relief.

“Ffffffuck, sweetheart, thank you,” he sobs. “Thank you, baby, thank you. That’s so good.”

The horned headband starts to slip off from the fast motions, so you rip it from your head and fling it across the room, ignoring the sound of it hitting and knocking over some of the hair care products lent to you from your work friend. Your fingers curl inward and drag down to his ribs, scratching white lines and contorting the images of his tattoos. 

“You feel so good, Eddie,” you moan, “Oh my god. You’re so good.”

“I am?” he asks, and you see the hope and admiration on his face.

“Yes, sweet boy,” you say, and his toothy smile nearly has you tearing up as well. There’s a lot of meaning behind these words for him, and for you as well. “You’re so good. So perfect for me.”

Eddie tries to pull one of the straps of your dress down your arm, but it rips off and swings between the two of you. He tears the other one in the same way, showing no respect for the garment despite knowing it didn’t belong to you, then pulls the top down to reveal your bra. It was a strapless quarter cup to align with the low cut of the neckline while still offering some support, and its red satin matched the color of the dress fabric. His hands massage your chest, and the metal of his rings is cool on your flushed skin.

“Just for you, baby. Only for you,” he whines, his head thrown back and his throat now exposed. A vein on his neck protrudes from his straining, and you fall forward to flatten your tongue against it.

“Don’t hold back, baby,” you demand between licks. “I want to see my perfect boy cum. Can you do that? Can you show me how pretty you are when you cum for me?”

Before you even finish talking, his hips are stuttering beneath you, and you can feel his dick twitching inside you as he orgasms. You follow shortly behind, biting down on his neck and sucking a hickey right next to his Adam’s apple as you continue fucking him through his climax. He softens inside you, but you want to be mean a tiny bit longer, so you keep riding him until he’s shaking from overstimulation. It’s a lot for you to handle as well, but his whimpers from the pleasure that’s quickly becoming too much to bear are too beautiful to stop.

“Babe, baby, I can’t take anymore,” he cries. “It’s- shit- it’s too good.”

After a couple more pumps, you collapse on his chest and bury your head in his neck. His hair- damp with sweat- tickles your nose, and you rise and fall with him as he catches his breath, inhaling and exhaling. He winds his arms around your middle and squeezes you tight, rubbing one of his hands up and down for a moment before drawing patterns on your back above your bra. You both melt into the bed, and into each other.

“Wow,” he hums into the quietness after you start to feel yourself give into exhaustion, “You are a devil.”

[isabunbun]

'Wishing On Everyone That'd You'd Be Mine' | Bucky Barnes Fluff Oneshot

Sumarry: You waking up and asking the whole team for your morning hugs but had trouble asking one from Bucky. You were the youngest and the whole team's baby and everyone took care of you, but Bucky starts feeling selfish over you and wanted you all for himself.

Pairings: Bucky Barnes x F!Little!Reader

Warnings: dd/lg themes, age regression, caregiver!bucky, little!reader, age gap- Reader is in her early to late 20's (your choice ig), curse words, fluff

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Your eyes open to meet your Wanda plushie laying beside you. The plush given to you by Wanda as one of her many gifts.

You sit up on the bed and rub your eyes, hands stopping you while doing so, startling you a bit.

"Don't rub your eyes, sweetie." Nat tells you.

You smile softly seeing her as you move closer to her and giving her a hug.

"Good morning, my best girl." she says hugging you tight and giving you a kiss on your cheek.

Heading to the bathroom as you just finished brushing your teeth, Steve comes in sight, Natasha leaving the room.

"Hey, sweetheart." you turn to see Steve opening his arms to you with a smile, you immediately accepting his hug already feeling awake from the love you were receiving so early in the morning.

Steve helps you wash your face as you share to him what your dreams were for the night. He listens attentively to your dream about finally meeting a unicorn with Sam helping you out in the magical forest.

You walk down the hallway to see Sam's back walking in front of you. Speaking of the devil.

You run to him to hug him on his back, him immediately turning to hug you back, greeting you a lovely morning with tickles.

Your room was in the same hallways as Wanda's as well so you giddily walk up to her door. As you were about to knock, the door already opened, red magical waves present as it seemed she sensed you were about to knock and opened the door herself.

"Good morning, my baby!" she welcomes you sitting up from her bed, you immediately running to her arms.

After spending a few minutes with her and receiving kisses, you started visiting everyone else in the team.

Visiting Tony and Bruce next at the lab to claim your hugs.

"Good Morning, to my little angel." Tony greets you lifting you tight in a hug.

Bruce giving you a big smile opening his arms for you without saying anything, him kissing you on top of your head.

Deciding to head down to get breakfast you run into Vision and Thor near the elevator and claimed your hug from them as well, Vision spinning you in the hug as he lifts you up with him, and Thor lifting you up in his arms as well with kisses.

Elevators opening, you see Clint walking from the dining area, you call out to him.

"Heyyy, you finally awake?" he greets you with open arms lifting you up a bit, also him telling you he'll teach you archery tricks later. Oh you were excited for it.

Everyone trained you, they all took turns.

Then you turn to the kitchen seeing Bucky sitting beside the kitchen counter, preparing to pour himself the newly brewed black coffee.

You excitedly walk up to him.

Compared to everyone else on the team, you knew Bucky the least. It had only been exactly a year and a couple months since he joined the team and you both had trouble interacting at first.

He was immediately told by Steve that you were a little, explaining what it meant and Bucky eventually grew curious about you.

The team except Steve didn't really want you going near him. As it looked like he wouldn't be the type to "baby" or give someone affection. Or he might unintentionally hurt you in some way.

But he didn't actually. And it didn't take much long for you to get close since he got in the compound. He immediately gained your trust with the help of Steve and Sam.

You were the only other one besides Steve and Sam who was nice to him. But compared to the two, you were his favourite.

Your giggles made Bucky aware that you were now present.

But he weirdly didn't look up at you or welcome you.

Unbeknownst to you he had a plan to tease you.

You pout a bit when you see he didn't welcome you.

You move to his side and slightly jump up and down playfully waving your arms, wanting his attention.

"Bucky, Bucky, Bucky" you cutely whisper chanting his name, him cracking a smile but continued to drink his coffee to hide it.

You go to his other side as you pat his shoulder, him now turning to look at you.

Ignoring the butterflies you felt when he turned to you, you raise your arms with a cute smile, opening your arms for him wordlessy asking for a hug.

But he bites his smile down and turns his head back again to his coffee.

You pout and poke him, but still got no response.

"You suck." you cutely say and that broke him. you saying he sucked with that cute voice of yours? He couldn't take it anymore.

You smile seeing him smile as he turns his body to you and opened his arms.

"Yayyy" you giggle hugging him, him circling and wrapping his big arms over your body, rubbing your back as he sniffs your hair when you snuggled closer to his neck.

"Good Morning, doll." he whispers to your ear, you break the hug giving him a kiss on his cheek.

He pulls a chair beside him to make you sit as he pulls a plate in front of you, him actually already cooking you pancakes for breakfast.

He was about to feed you when Steve comes in the kitchen smiling.

He takes the fork and fed you himself, Bucky silently sighing in disappointment as he wanted to feed you himself.

But you weren't his, he wasn't your caregiver, not your boyfriend, so all he could do was watch everyone else share your attention.

A few days since that day, he planned on talking privately to Steve. Planning to tell him about his feelings for you and how he plans on asking you to be your caregiver as well.

Steve was fortunately on board, he loves you and Bucky was his long trusted friend. He knew you'd be treated well in his arms.

The others on the other hand didn't quite like the idea. They each all had different opinions about it.

Clint, Bruce, Thor and Vision were hesitant but were open to the idea. They weren't really close with Bucky but they didn't have any hard feelings towards him. And they see how he is with you.

You deserve a relationship kind of love and they wouldn't dare take that from you. They want you to find your own happiness.

Sam was the same as Steve, actually. He bickers a lot with the man but he's been a good friend to Steve and him. And to you? he'd honestly never thought you'd be close with each other and make Bucky grow soft for you.

He kinda found the thought of the two of you dating great. You both match well together in looks, in personalities you were opposites and it was cute and you both would make a great couple all in all.

Tony, well. Of course, Tony was against the idea. Cringing at the thought of Bucky having feelings for you. He doesn't approve. You were like a daughter to him. He even watches over Peter when the two of you hang out, afraid there might be some "young love" blooming.

But after some talk with Steve and Bruce, he eventually approves. It's not like he had the right to say who you should or shouldn't date, but he could atleast protect you. He just doesn't want you getting hurt. He cares.

Now the two ladies, they're worse than Tony. Nat fought with the guy and never again acknowledged each other. Wanda not even caring about Bucky's existence as well.

They were all just worried about you.

What about your feelings? Do you even want to be in a relationship? Do you even like Bucky that way?

Thoughts crowd their minds.

It all eventually led down to you and at the end of the day it was your decision. Whatever your decision was, even if some were against it being Bucky, they will support the two of you.

Bucky didn't really ask for their permission. He doesn't give a fuck. He was just letting them know that he plans on making you his.

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You had just finished taking a bath, Wanda helping you bathe.

She left you to take the good night's rest as you watched cartoons to help you fall asleep and keep you calm.

Then you heard a knock on the door.

You softly say "Come in" to the person behind, loud enough for them to hear.

The door softly creaked revealing Bucky.

He practically cooed at the sight of you snuggling your pillows and plushies and your body hugged by the soft comforter.

"Hey, baby. Sorry to disturb you on your quiet time.." he says as he walks up to your side kneeling down in front of you.

"Can we talk?" he asks you and you nod, sitting up, him sitting down beside you.

He smiles at you, caressing your cheek, admiring your beauty. You were really beautiful. The prettiest girl he'd ever seen.

"What do you think about me being your caregiver?" he finally asks.

Your eyes slowly dart down to look at his chest, thinking.

You then looked back up to his eyes, "I like the idea."

You like Bucky, you feel safe and protected by him more than anyone else. Out of everyone else, you liked his attention.

He softly smiles at you, nodding in understandment.

He chose not to confess his feelings for you yet. This was already a huge success for him.

He then officially became your caregiver after that night, and eventually he did confess his feelings for you. Luckily, you reciprocated his feelings and that became the start of a road to a happy ending with you.

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i hope you guys liked this! i'd like to think this was like,, how my Readers and Bucky's story started out? from my fic 'Birthday Surprise' i think! please leave out your thoughts and all. Thank You for reading !! < 3

[fific7]

Dangerous and Divine - Part 9

Billy Russo x Reader

Summary: Billy Russo is an itch you don’t want to scratch. But he’s all over you like a rash.

A/N: This does not follow canon, it’s mainly fluff & lemon zest 🍋 The GIF is from Exposed, unreleased pilot show in case you’re wondering 😌... Billy vibes.

Warnings: 18+ NSFW due to sexual content including oral and unprotected* sex between consenting adults. Someone loses the plot and makes a bad decision. Some drinking & swearing.

*Irl, please don’t go wild in the country without protection.

(My GIF)

You FaceTimed him, but it rang out unanswered. Shrugging, you sent him a text, just asking him to call you as soon as he could. Then you shoved your phone onto the coffee table, turned your attention to the TV and continued sipping your wine.

Billy could hear his phone buzzing, and then the ting of a text arriving. But he wasn’t anywhere near his desk right at that moment.

He was currently pinned up against the glass wall in his office by Dinah Madani, who seemed to have shape-shifted into an octopus, complete with all the tentacles. She’d almost managed to wrap herself around him, pushing her body against his. He was trying to grab her hands but she kept managing to pull them out of his grip. He was starting to get angry, yelling her name and “What the fuck!” in her face, but she was totally ignoring him - it was like she’d gone feral. He was trying his best not to use his full strength against her, but he was about two seconds away from completely losing his temper.

She managed to get her mouth onto his at one point while he was busy trying to grab her hands, but he twisted his head away. His shirt was hanging half-open, mostly untucked from his trousers, tie loose and pulled askew round his neck, then he felt her hand against his stomach, fumbling for his trouser button. A moment later, she’d managed to get it undone and began pulling his zip down, trying to slip her fingers inside the top of his boxer briefs. That was it for Billy, he was seriously not into this. He bared his teeth in a snarl and grabbed her wrist, twisting it up and around quite viciously into an armlock.

Grasping her other hand, which had been inside his shirt stroking his chest, he shoved her away from him and she lost her balance, tumbling onto her ass on the floor. Billy still stood against the window, getting his breath back and his temper in check, then he walked round her and into his en-suite.

He stripped off his wrecked shirt and dumped it on the floor, grabbing an Anvil hoodie from a drawer in the unit next to the sink and pulling it on over his head. He exchanged his trousers and shoes for tracksuit bottoms and trainers, took a deep breath and walked back out into the main office.

Madani was sitting on one of the chairs, head in hands, her fingers carding through her hair. She looked up and glared at him as she heard him walk through, but didn’t say anything. Billy had something to say though.

“I can’t believe what you just did, Dinah!!! What the fuck is wrong with you? If it was the other way round, you’d slap me with a sexual harassment charge so fast I’d get a nosebleed!”

Her eyes teared up, but she blinked them back fiercely. “What is wrong with me? Ask yourself the same question! You lead me on, make me think it was going somewhere, then drop me like a hot potato the minute you meet your little coffee queen? And now you’ve humiliated me. You’re such a bastard, Russo!”

He perched on the edge of his desk, looking over at her, “I humiliated you? How? - cos I wouldn’t fuck you when you just threw yourself at me?” He folded his arms over his chest.

“And I already apologised for maybe sending mixed messages. But you also carry some of the blame, Dinah, you assumed things based on a couple of lunches and a drink one night in a bar.” “And a kiss after that drink!” she bit back at him. He scoffed, “Fuck! Are you in junior high or somethin’?” Putting on a high-pitched voice, “He kissed me, mommy, so now we’re gettin’ married!”

He continued, back to his normal voice, “You’re being ridiculous and you know it. Listen, I’ll forget this whole thing ever happened if you get your damn head back on straight and focus your attention back onto the fucking case, instead of what I got inside my trousers!”

She stood up, “Fuck you, Russo! You know what, yes! Let’s get this case closed, then I won’t have to see your sorry ass ever again!” Looking around for her bag, she grabbed it off the floor and headed to the door. Billy, meanwhile, chuckled, “Now, Dinah... you’ve never seen my ass.”

She flipped him the finger with real feeling, and left.

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Billy was driving over to her place, and he dropped her a text saying he was nearly there. He hadn’t called her back, because he wanted to tell her face-to-face about what happened earlier with Dinah. It wasn’t something you talked about on the phone. He still couldn’t quite get his head round how desperate Madani had been, clawing at his clothes and her hands and mouth all over him. Now he guessed he knew what it felt like to be treated like a piece of meat, and at least had the decency to feel some personal guilt.

It was pretty much how he’d treated women all his life, if he was being honest. He wondered if not having a mother around, someone who would’ve loved and nurtured and cared for him, had contributed to his “fuck ‘em and leave ‘em” attitude to women. Who knew?

He sighed, knowing his girl was going to be really fucked off when he told her about it, and he only hoped that - coming so soon after the lunch date thing - she believed him when he said he’d shut her down as quickly as he could. Should he stop and buy her some flowers or something? Nah. That might just make him look guilty.

As he drove, the thought came unbidden into his mind that the Dinah thing was something that Previous Billy Russo would’ve just sat back and let happen. And enjoyed it. He started quietly laughing at himself, shit... he was screwed.

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You’d just poured yourself another glass of wine when your phone chimed.

Picking it up, you saw it was a text from Billy... “Nearly at your place, angel. Any food going? ;) 😘”

You laughed, he really was a cheeky big devil. But, nah, no home cooking tonight Russo, you thought, I’m too frazzled after today. So you grabbed a menu from your local Thai and called them with an order of two portions of green curry, fragrant rice and some sides to be delivered in about twenty minutes.

Opening the door to Billy a few minutes later, you grabbed him into a bear hug and just rested your head on his chest. Not that he wasn’t enjoying it, but Billy knew this wasn’t ‘you’. You’d told him you didn’t ever want to be seen as ‘too clingy’ with your men. He’d told you at the time that you could cling to any part of his body you wanted to, for as long as you wanted to.

Taking hold of your arms, he gently moved you back so he could see you properly, “Hey, hey... you OK, angel?” You gulped a bit and nodded, then headed away to get a wine glass for him. Now he was here, you actually felt quite weepy, but you weren’t about to start blubbering like a big adult baby in front of him.

Billy closed your apartment door behind him, and followed you to the kitchen area. You saw him looking past you at the cooker and you laughed, instantly cheered up. “Sorry, Billy. No food, couldn’t be bothered.” His ‘disappointed puppy’ face was something to see. You poured him some wine, “Don’t worry darling, some Thai is on its way to us, should be here in about 15.” “Thank fuck for that, sweetheart, I’m absolutely starvin’!” he smiled down at you. Handing him the glass, you moved back to the sofa, collapsing onto it with a sigh.

Billy joined you, putting his glass on the coffee table and reaching down to take his trainers and socks off. He swung his legs up and his bare feet landed in your lap. You started tugging at his toes a little, and he picked his wine glass back up and took a sip. “Mmhm, that is a good red wine. And that,” he wiggled his toes against your fingers as you stroked them, “...is heavenly.” “It’s all the nerve endings. There’s so many of them in your feet.” He nodded, smirking, “But not as many as in another part of me.”

You laughed, untangling your fingers from his toes and reaching over to run them through his hair, “Food first, tiger.” He laid his hand over yours as you rested it on the back of his neck, sighing, “Yeah, okayyy... I won’t argue with you about it this time.”

Your buzzer sounded just then, and you collected the food from the delivery guy, then took it all over to the coffee table. Picking up cutlery and napkins from the kitchen, you and Billy proceeded to demolish the delicious Thai meal and then both collapsed back against the sofa. “That was...” Billy groaned and stretched, “...wonderful.” He reached for you, pulling you against him, kissing you lazily, softly. “Mmm. You know you didn’t kiss me when I got here? But I’ll let you off,” he smiled at you, but the smile faded almost immediately . He suddenly sat up, as if he was going to make a break for the door.

You felt a bit spooked by this - you’d just decided that second you were going to tell him about your ‘stalker’ - and it was almost as if he’d guessed you had something uncomfortable to say.

Looking across at him, you cleared your throat, feeling nervous for some reason. You noticed Billy had the same nervous look on his face you were sure you had on yours.

“Billy...” he was staring at you, “Madani came to the café today. Twice in fact.” His mouth dropped. You carried on quickly, “The first time she just had a coffee and left. In fact I wasn’t even 100% sure it was her. It was though, she came back later under the pretence of interviewing me to find out how us knowing each other would ‘impact’ her case.” You reached over and took his hand, he was still staring at you, amazed look on his face. “Then she just couldn’t help herself, she told me you two were seeing each other - dating, she said!”

He was shaking his head, “Nuh-uh, no! We were never....” You interrupted him, “I know. Look, Billy, I set her straight. Told her that was before you met me, and... and all that stuff with her was in the past.” A small grin appeared on his face, and you continued, “I hope I wasn’t out of line saying that.” He stroked your hand, “You definitely weren’t.” “But I didn’t tell her why you’d been... so friendly... with her. She wasn’t happy, Billy, like really not happy. Stormed off without saying another word.”

Billy was nodding to himself, “All makes sense now.” He looked over at you, eyes wide, “Got a visit from her too, must’ve been after she’d been to see you.” He took a deep breath, “Look, you’re not gonna like this, but please just hear me out.”

Your stomach dropped, you really didn’t like where this was heading. What had that crazy woman got up to with Billy?

“She came to Anvil, and... and, well she basically jumped me. Just walked in, didn’t say a word, tryin’ to get my clothes off, hands everywhere. I tried to grab her hands but didn’t wanna go over the top.” You were still holding hands, and he intertwined his fingers with yours, gazing deep into your eyes. “She went for my zip and that was it, got her in an armlock and threw her off me. She fell over on her ass.”

He was surprised when you burst out laughing. That was a much better reaction than he’d been expecting. “Oh I’d’ve paid good money to see that,” you said, trying to catch your breath, “Billy, I think she’s lost it. Gone a bit nuts with jealousy over you. Your male ego must be totally preening right now.” He smirked, but then got serious again. “No, actually it’s not... it’s just made me feel guilty. About how I had a “one and done” approach with women up till now. Got a dose of my own medicine, angel.”

“Treating people like sex objects, you mean? I’m sure most of us have done that at some point. Maybe you more than most,” you shrugged. “But have you turned over a new leaf, Billy Russo?” you asked, hand going to his bristly cheek. He nodded slowly, “ Yes I have, ma’am. Ever since I met you,” leaning in and kissing you. Your arms went round his neck, and you kissed him back hard. He whispered, “I was really afraid to tell you about it. Thought you wouldn’t believe me.”

You whispered back, “I don’t really know why, but I trust you, Billy. Don’t make me regret it.” “I promise you I won’t.”

You slid your hands under the hem of his hoodie, “Moving right along, Russo... I hope you don’t mind if I treat you like a sex object for the rest of the night.” His eyes twinkled at you as he said, “Oh, well, gee I might need to get my union rep involved.”

You slid your hands further up his chest, and reached up to kiss that sensual mouth of his. Then you sat up and took your bra off from under your t-shirt, dropping it on the floor before climbing onto him. You shimmied your leggings down your thighs slightly, and rubbed your body along his. Bill’s eyes were as wide as the moon, watching to see what you were going to do to him.

One of your hands went to the waistband of his tracksuit but then you paused, “D’you want me to stop, Billy?” Despite your earlier joke, you were aware that Madani had just invaded his personal space and not in a good way. His dark chocolate eyes were gazing into yours, and shaking his head he stuttered, “N-no.”

So your hand continued its journey southward underneath his boxer briefs, and soon it was happily wrapped around his velvety length. He gave a deep groan, one hand going to your hip, the other to your clit. You really weren’t in the mood for foreplay. After the events of the day you just wanted to feel Billy inside you, making you feel good and driving away any remaining thoughts or insecurities you might have about Madani.

The fact that you both still had your clothes on was exciting you as it made it seem like you two were having an illicit encounter. You pushed Billy’s tracksuit and briefs down to mid-thigh, revealing him in all his glory. Knowing you were more than ready for him, you gave him a couple of firm strokes and then guided his cock between your legs and put his tip straight inside you.

Billy gave a surprised gasp, but then thrust up into you as you rode him. “Uhh...” he groaned, then managed to say, “...no condom.” “Fuck it,” you whispered back, “...it’s fine, don’t worry.” You loved the view you had of him, hair in disarray where you’d been running one hand through it and those dark eyes of his on you, always on you. You felt him deep inside you and clenched around him, making his eyes close in pleasure and a long low groan escape his lips. His hand gripped your hip, his other hand massaging your breast and palming your nipple, making you gasp.

You stepped up your pace, riding him like you were about to ride off into the sunset. He was making a lot of noise you noticed, crying out and groaning, almost whimpering, so you leant over and whispered “Puppy” into his ear. As expected he laughed but then smacked your behind, quite hard, making you yell “Ow!!!” You gripped him extra firmly in retaliation and he howled, “Okay, okay, I surrender! I can’t last much longer anyhow....” and he did come shortly after that, huffing out a big breath, fingers digging into your hips and his own thrusting up to meet yours. He then made sure you climaxed, staying inside you, stroking your pussy before moving his thumb to your clit and pleasuring you until you came.

You lay in each other’s arms, in that post-sex blissful state. Billy’s nose was buried in your hair as it lay against your shoulder, and you could feel him rubbing it back and forward, tangling up in your hair and gliding across your skin too.

You heard a massive sigh, his chest rising and falling. “Billy?” you murmured, “You OK?” He sat up a bit and propped his head up on his elbow, gazing at you. He gave a quiet laugh, “No, I’m not. In fact, I’m really fucked.” You sat up too. “Well, yes so am I, if you recall!” you laughed. Reaching out, you stroked the hair on his chest, between his pecs.

“But, seriously, what d’you mean, Billy?”

His eyes looked huge as he gazed at you, “I, uh... think I’ve fallen in love with you.” He stroked your cheek, “And it scares the shit out of me.”

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Additional A/N: In case you hadn’t guessed, this my imaginary ‘Real Love for Russo’ AU ☺️

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@blackbirddaredevil23 @galaxyjane

[ciggylungz]

Birthday girl

Birthday girl-

Warning: literally all smut, like an actual porno

Summary: it’s Y/n’s birthday, and Harry has a gift in mind

*doing some one shots till I’m ready to post the next part of Butterflies and Bandaids*

••

Y/n got an immediate shot of adrenaline as she stepped into the party. For a house party, she was pretty impressed with the turn out and all the bells and whistles the host pulled out.

Strobe lights, good speakers, booze and decorations. Her favorite part, was that this party was for her.

A loud “happy birthday!” rang out as the girl walked through the door. Smiles, cheers, clapping all overwhelmed her senses as she crossed the threshold.

Her smile was big and surprised giggles were drowned out by the music, but everyone could tell it was a good reaction. Especially a boy who helped plan the surprise party for the girl, Harry couldn’t help but get giddy seeing the girl react the way she did.

Harry has had a couple interactions with the girl, he first met her in their shared English class when they got paired up for a project. They had mutual friends and just sort of clicked. They weren’t close friends by any means, but he wanted to change that. He wanted to go a step further since he pretty quickly from their first meeting, developed a pretty big crush on her.

So of course, the second he heard their mutual friends talking about planning her a surprise party he jumped in and made sure he did everything he could to make it as big as possible. He even convinced his uncle to let them use his mansion for it, promising they’d clean everything up and promising to babysit his cousins for him for 6 months.

Y/n was quickly handed a red cup with some mixed drink her friend Alexis poured her, giving her a nudge encouraging her to go mingle and enjoy her party.

••

Harry kept his eyes on the girl for the majority of the time of the party so far. He watched as she danced with different people, sang along to certain songs, nursed her drink and made a point to talk to and thank as many guests as she could.

He watched out of the corner of his eye as their friend Matt, who knew of Harry’s little crush talk to Y/n, pointing in Harry’s direction before he saw the girl start advancing towards him.

“Hi! I heard you put together my party, i really love it Harry. It’s really sweet and I really appreciate it, you’re the best!”

He couldn’t help but smile big and shrug shyly

“Was nothing really..wanted to make your birthday special. You’re cool you deserve a nice birthday.”

The girl couldn’t help but notice his nervous nature and the look in his eye, and she couldn’t explain the urge she had to keep talking to him as long as she could.

“How about we go out back, so we can talk? Little hard to hear you over the music”

She offered with a gentle smile getting an instant nod from her eager classmate.

“Yea! Yea, there’s a pool out back we can go sit by the pool?”

She found it cute how he nervously messed with his hair as he spoke

“Sounds perfect, lead the way”

••

The pair of teens soon found themselves on the pool deck, sitting on deck chairs at a glass table. Both of them sipping their drinks as they talk.

“Can’t believe you went through all that and promising 6 months of babysitting, what sounds like devil children, just to throw a party for me. Any reason why?”

She was putting out subtle bait for him, hoping he’d grab it and feed into her flirty attitude. And of course, he couldn’t help himself. His dimple showing as he gently wet his lips and smirked a little, resting back in his chair looking her head to toe quickly.

“Why not? Isn’t part of high school taking any chance we get to party? Plus...how could I not plan something big for such a pretty girl?”

He studied her face as she hummed, a sly smile on her face matching his as she fluttered her eyelashes at him.

“Sounds reasonable...I think you did a pretty good job, bonus points for the compliment. I would argue you’re cuter than me Styles.”

He let out a short chuckle and smiled at her

“Hmm, maybe but I’ll let you take the prize since it’s your birthday.”

Y/n snorted before lightly slapping his knee

“Confident are we? Can’t blame you when you look like that. Tall...fit...pretty eyes and dimples...those nice lips...I think you definitely win.”

Harry playfully raised his eyebrow and deepened his smirk, leaning forward slightly flicking his eyes up the length of her body all the way back to meet her eyes again.

“Careful doll...don’t talk yourself into something you can’t handle.”

Y/n smiled at him, licking the sugary drink off her plump lips before popping them, tilting her head quizzically.

“And what would that be pretty boy?”

She leaned forward a bit more, not breaking eye contact with her classmate.

“Depends...keep sweet talking and giving me those pretty eyes I might just have to fuck you in that pool...as a birthday present of course.”

He watched her carefully as she hummed and looked from his lips to his eyes a few times.

“Doesn’t sound like a very good reason to stop...sounds more like a reward...but I think I want a party favor first of seeing if pretty boy can kiss as good as he can flirt with those lips.”

Harry could almost feel his pupils dilate as her words sunk into his head. A muted groan coming from the bottom of his throat before bringing a hand up, running his thumb over her bottom lip while holding her chin still.

“I think I can swing that..”

He felt his heart pump harder as she opened her plump lips to lick his thumb gently before lightly sucking on it. Almost not able to stop a moan from vibrating through his chest just at the image, wasting no time in replacing his thumb with his lips.

The pair shifted to one chair, Y/n In his lap as their lips locked. Their breathing was more erratic as their lips sped up, the pressure and suction increasing enough to where they both knew they’d have swollen red lips by the end of it, and neither of them cared.

Harry let his hands wander from her hips to lower back before cupping her ass with both of his large palms, giving a firm squeeze and receiving her body pressing into his further and a hum in reward.

He pulled away just enough to whisper against her shiny swollen lips

“Liked that huh doll? God you’re so fucking cute.”

Their lips attached once again, both of them becoming even more frantic.

Hips rolling onto each other’s, hands groping at any part of each other they could reach. He was moving back and fourth between grabbing her ass and tits, labored breaths forcing their way out of his nose as she grabbed his bulge now feeling a bit too tight in the confines of his black jeans.

Y/n couldn’t help but smile when she felt his hips buck into her hold, pulling her mouth from his to sponge kisses down his jaw and neck, still rolling her hips on his while she muttered things to the boy who was living out his wet dreams in present time.

“You feel big...not even out of your pants but I can feel you have a big..-“

She placed a lick over the mark she just sucked right on his right collar bone before continuing her sentence.

“...-thick fucking cock.”

Harry genuinely thought he was gonna pass out. The girl he’s had a crush on, fantasized about more than once when his hand wandered under his covers or down between his legs while he was showering, who’s been on his mind for weeks, was now in his lap talking about how big his cock feels while sucking hickeys all over his neck.

Harry was in heaven.

A low grunt escaped his wet lips as she squeezed again

“Christ doll...you’re driving me crazy..”

“What are you gonna do about it? Because I think for my birthday I wanna know how big your cock is...and how well you know how to use it.”

Y/n could feel heat pooling between her legs as she became just as euphoric as Harry was, they were completely at each other’s mercy and they fucking loved it.

“Yea? You wanna play with my cock birthday girl? What do you want me to do, tell me sweetheart. Tell me what you want.”

His thumb and pointer finger held her chin in place making her look into his eyes, getting a sultry smile from her and he swears he saw her eyes almost roll back just hearing his words.

“Want you to let me see it..want you to let me play with it. I want you to put it in me, make my birthday special.”

He couldn’t help the little desperate noise that came from him as she finished talking, he swore he will never forget the way her voice sounded as she begged for all the dirty things he’s ever wanted to do with her.

“Play with what? I wanna hear you say it. Say what you wanna feel angel.”

“I wanna play with your cock...I want you to put your big fucking cock inside me. I want you to fuck me for my birthday, pretty boy.”

She ran her hands down his chest, loving how he was assertive and he loved how she didn’t back down. They had each other’s hormones on overdrive and need for touch between both of their legs through the roof.

••

The pair went into the pool house, a luxury Harry’s bougie uncle had that he was definitely grateful for in this moment.

Y/n wasted no time in locking the door and pushing the boy back, Harry smiling as his back gently hit the wall before their mouths connected again.

He definitely had a thing for feisty women.

Somehow in the frantic moving of lips and shoving of each other they managed to get themselves both stripped down to their underwear, Harry’s mouth currently busy sucking hickeys all over Y/n’s exposed breasts while she let out the hottest moans he’d ever gotten out of a girl.

His lips wrapped around one of her perked nipples while his right hand toyed with her other breast, he took a second to pull off just long enough to make a request

“Pull m’ hair love”

No sooner did he finish the request did she comply. Her hands twisting in his chocolate locks tugging from the roots as he gently bit down on her now saliva covered nipple.

He let out a almost pitiful whine as her hands abandoned his curls, he missed her harsh tugs on his roots immediately but he was definitely on board again as he felt Y/n making quick work of his boxers, pulling them down his thighs.

Y/n wasn’t bashful in the slightest as she shamelessly stared at his now exposed cock, smiling and licking over her swollen lips meeting the boys green eyes again.

“It is big..I was right, god you’re so thick...and veiny. Fuck Harry...”

His ego got a nice stroking from her words and his smirk grew with his lust.

“Go ahead doll, can touch. Wanted to play with m’ cock right birthday girl?”

Y/n tipped her head back and let out a dirty moan as he spoke, moving off his lap to the floor. She got herself down between his knees, hand wrapping around his shaft as she licked a stripe from the base of his balls all the way to his swollen leaking tip.

“Ah fuck...atta girl. Look fucking great on your knees doll.”

She smiled as she repeated the action, dribbling spit down his length before stroking him, making eye contact with him.

“Tell me how big it is, how big is your cock H?” Her hand maintained its speed as she flicked her wrist right as his tip.

“9 and a half sweetheart. Think you can take it?”

Y/n had to stop her eyes from rolling back and nodded

“Mhm, gonna make it fit.”

••

Soon enough Y/n was on her back on the day bed that sat against one of the walls, decorated with beach themed sheets and pillow cases, ‘very cliche’ was her first thought, but quickly that thought was run out of her head by a warm tongue splitting her labia.

The tip of his tongue teased her opening as the length of his tongue ran over the entirety of her dripping cunt. They both let out moans, her from the pleasure, him from her taste.

He swears he has a fetish for eating pussy. He could never seem to get enough of that tangy,heady,sweetness that girls were so lucky to have slicking their peaches.

“God fuck! Christ, you’re a good little cunt licker aren’t you Harry? God damn.”

She tugged harshly at his hair, using her grip to move his head up and down against her, using his tongue as her personal massager.

“S-shit Harry fuck!”

The girl felt her toes curl and knees tremble as he started tongue fucking her while thumbing at her clit. He refused to let a single drop of her sugar go anywhere but his tongue.

“I’m gonna fucking cum! Ha-Harry fuck I’m cumming I’m fucking OH GOD-“

Y/n felt her body tremble and thighs close on his head as she came. Stars dotted her vision as her stomach clenched, cunt quivering under his still moving tongue making sure he gets all he can, feeling her hands shove his face away and drag him up her body.

“You...you’re fucking amazing. Never came from getting licked before, you’re a fucking god.”

She let out a breathy laugh trying to compose herself while Harry stared down at her, loving her breath fanning against his face rapidly as she started to come down.

••

Harry was kneeling on the mattress as the girl laid under him, looking up at his looming figure and bobbing erection as he opened the foil package and slid the rubber on quickly, pupils blown as big as they go while he watched the girl anxiously watch his hands roll the magnum over himself.

“Safety first, even on birthdays.”

The boy snorted at her little playful comment as he moved back between his legs, lifting her hips up a bit to make sure he can get the best angle for both of them.

He bit his lip as he slipped his tip in, her walls snug on his head. Her cunt seemed to hug his cock perfectly as he got as much as he could in, he could feel how warm and soft her walls were even through the condom.

He felt like it was his fucking birthday too.

The pair were a mess of moans and dirty words as their bodies moved together. She swears she can feel him all the way in her chest when he gives a particularly harsh thrust, and god does she love it.

“Fuck, tight little cunt innit? God you’re like a vice on me doll.”

He took his hand and pressed his hand onto her lower stomach getting a wet gasp out of her as he felt the pressure of his own cock fucking as deep as he can into the girl.

“Feel that? Bloody deep aren’t I? Shit baby, you gonna cum? That why you’re squeezing me like that?”

All Y/n could manage was a frantic nod and a almost deafening moan as her body tipped over the edge the second time that night, her world spinning as chemicals surged through her brain. Her body was tingling, she felt like she was floating as Harry quite literally rocked her fucking world.

“Christ cumming hard pet, squeezing me fucking crazy shit yanking the rubber off love.”

Harry couldn’t believe how good she felt in this moment, he swears he saw the light to heavens gate as his balls contracted and he filled the condom with everything his body had to offer.

His body fell onto hers as they panted in each other’s ears, kissing each other’s faces and heads. A sweaty mess of fucked out bodies.

“Well, one things for sure Harry. This definitely was the best birthday gift I’ve ever gotten.”

[chayacat]

Devil’s Sweet Star (32)

Fandom: Dead by Daylight

Ghostface x Female Reader  

Rated M for Violence, Language and Smut  

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When you make a deal, you have to make sure that both parties respect their share. usually that’s the case, but sometimes some people decide to... play differently. And when it starts to play differently, to play personal ... The finality is never good. Often, the one who wants to betray the other ends badly, sometimes it’s the one who respects who ends badly and sometimes both suffer. In Danny's case, he knows that the deal will be respected between the two of you.

He knows perfectly well that you will respect your share of the deal. And he's going to respect his own. He would have liked to wait a little longer before revealing everything to you but... it seems that fate has speed things up. It doesn't bother him that much, it's just a shame that it happens so early. With what he told you once your deal was made... You will not dare to betray him.

* I didn't have, and I don't really want to know YOUR world. * You said with disgust.  

* No one wants to enter in it sweetheart. But one day or another, you end up getting into it, one way or another. But on the other hand, if I may say so, it would be better for both of us if Jed were not aware of it. Imagine the disappointment he would have, if he learned that his little treasure collaborated with a murderer! Me in addition, the assassin of Roseville. * Danny said tragically ironic.

* He'll know! I cannot lie to him and betray all the trust he has in me! He knows it when I'm not well, he...*

*Listen, Honey. You have an interest, that your nerdy boyfriend doesn’t know anything about what’s happening between us. Because if he ever learns it, not only does your little couple stop before it has really started... but in addition your two lives will stop too. For I would no longer keep my promise to leave him alive. And so do you. Did I make myself understood correctly? * Replied Danny, taking your face by the chin with one hand. He released you when you nod. *Good. You have all the cards in hand, and two lives. Let's see if you get to the end of the game. *

If with this you dare not keep your word, either you be stupid or suicidal. Or both. Today, you will both visit the apartment that is above yours. The perspective to share the same roof with you, delights him and annoys him a little. He is delighted to be able to live with you, to no longer be forced to go to your apartment, even if you are right next door, to see you. And at least, no more problem knowing who will end up in the other's bed, you will have your room for both of you.

But it also annoys him because necessarily, who says to live together ... means that you could, driven by curiosity, enter his office, and discover everything. Oh of course you'll know, when he will tell you everything, when he will finally show his face, but if you could wait until Hoggins is dead... it would suit him. He's going to have to work out a couple of things with you. Just like you will surely do with him! But apart from leave you a little privacy and don’t dig into your wardrobe ... He doesn’t know what you could ask him.

He was waiting for you outside the door of the apartment, Mr Lawson having given the keys to visit while waiting for him to arrive. The poor man had to take care of his wife who was bedridden because of a flu. Poor woman. She was always kind to Danny, always worried about whether he had everything he needed to not get sick, and to treat himself if needed. She was a kind of maternal figure for Danny involuntarily. The mom he wished he had... When he saw you arrive, he displayed his angelic smile, and took you in his arms to kiss you.

“Mr Lawson will be there in a few minutes, his wife is sick so he takes care of her a little, but he gave me the keys to visit the apartment already. We'll see for the work after when he’ll be there.” he said, looking at you softly.  

“Poor woman...I hope she’ll be better soon.” you simply said.  

“Is everything alright?”

“Yeah! It’s just... I'm a little stressed with everything that's happening to me right now... the festival, the fact that we move in together. I feel like I'm going to have a hard time managing all of this all at once.”

“That’s why I'm here, sweety. think of the festival, I will take care of the apartment. And don't worry, it doesn't bother me. Ready?”

You nod and Danny opened the door to the apartment. He let you pass so that you would not see the sneaky little smile that was looming on his lips. When you want, you know how to lie. Just give you some motivation for. The apartment was rather comfortable, it will be even more so when the furniture will be there, but it’s comfortable. There were quite a few pieces, including one that could serve as an office for Danny. That he will lock of course. He will have to think about scotching his boxes well too... The bedroom was a little larger than the others, two wardrobes being on either side of the wall where the bed will be.  

“It's pretty here... I don’t see any particular problem at the level of the works apart from redoing the paintings to our tastes.” You said, looking all around the room.  

“For now. But it’s better to look carefully. You never know, there can be electrical problems... or water leaks.” responds Danny, before noticing a few holes in the wall of one of the wardrobes. “See?”  

“OK. we're going to do each room and we're going to write down what's wrong.”

Together you inspect all the rooms of the apartment and gradually write down everything that was wrong. There were the holes in one of the wardrobes in the bedroom, a plug that does not work in the living room and another in the kitchen, a slight water leak in the bathroom at the sink and finally a slightly damaged floor in Danny's future office. Mr. Lawson arrived a few minutes later, his wife took a nap after eating a little. Danny explained all the problems there were, the old man assuring him that every problem will be solved and that you can move in safely.

You all leave the apartment and Mr. Lawson warns Danny that he will start work as soon as his wife is better. Danny replied that if he had to, he would take care of the work, he would just need the equipment. Once Mr. Lawson left, Danny turned to you to take you in his arms.

“Do you have something planned for today? We could take the opportunity to take a little tour …" asks Danny.

“We could... But I had planned to see with Corey and Amy to start making this cake for the city festival.” you respond.

“You’ve got two weeks for that...”

“And I've got all my life for you.”  

Danny smiled before hearing his phone ringing. It was Wilhelm. What did he want from him?

“Inspector?” said Danny.

“Olsen. We caught the man who was talking with Hoggins. It’s better for you if you’re there for the interrogation. That way, you will have the info directly at the source.” responds Wilhelm.  

“I arrive immediately inspector.” replied Danny before hanging up. “Sorry love. I've to go. Wilhelm stopped the man who was with Hoggins three days before his argument with McKellan. He wants me to be there to record the news.”

“Good luck then. This kind of guy doesn't speak so easily. And there's a good chance he'll say anything.” you said with a smile.  

“You know Wilhelm is maybe an asshole... but he is very good at making someone speak during an interrogation. He has.... very good arguments. See you later honey.”

Danny set out for the police station. It’s still surprising that Wilhelm called him. In a sense, it will actually be able to collect the information directly at the source. And in the other, Wilhelm will not have to tell him. Surely that’s why he called. So that he doesn't bother repeating everything to Danny. What a lazy ass. Danny arrived at the police station, presented himself to the policeman of the reception who pointed to him the interrogation room where Wilhelm and the man were. He knocked on the door and entered when the inspector gave him permission.

“Wilhelm.” said Danny.

“Olsen." Responds Wilhelm.

“He said something?”

“We haven’t started the interrogation. But you can already take notes on his file. We know him. This is not the first time he has been arrested.”

“it's surprising that you called me by the way. Knowing that we can't stand each other.”

“True. But it's... urgh, it’s thanks to you that we managed to catch this guy. So, I give you back the device by allowing you to attend the interrogation for your newspaper article. But I warn you Olsen. This is the first and last time. Don’t hope that this happens again.”

“You are too kind. I can't wait to see what I can get out of it.”

Wilhelm sighed before heading to the other part of the interrogation room, where the man was. He had everything from a notorious drug dealer. He looked elsewhere, swinging a little back and forth, a typical symptom of a slight lack of drugs.

“Devon. What a surprise. It’s...the fifth time maybe from the beginning of the month? You try to beat a record?” said Wilhelm, sitting in front of the man.

“Shut up Wilhelm.” Responds Devon.  

“Oh. Usually, you are more... aggressive with me from the start. Sometimes I don't even have time to sit down that I'm already on the verge of breaking your mouth. What happens to you, are you sick?”

“Go straight to the point, dirty cop asshole, why am I here? I have not sold any drugs today. And I made no one shit.”

“Ah, there I find my Devon.” replied Wilhelm before showing the picture Danny took. “Surely you're aware that Horace McKellan is dead huh? You surely also know that Hoggins threatened him 3 days before his death. Well, this little picture was taken a few days before the threats. You're very photogenic tell me, I love your profile face.”

“What’s the report?” asks coldly Devon.  

“I want to know what you were talking about with Hoggins on the day of this photo. And I advise you not to play asshole with me. Because if I ever find the slightest trace of your passage at McKellan's house, it’s life imprisonment that you will take as a sentence. I am sure that your mother will be heartbroken.”

“Leave my mom f***ing alone!”  

“So tell me everything you know! And I assure you that we will try to arrange your sentence according to your participation in this crime.”  

Devon looks at the photo, slightly biting his tongue before blowing and facing Wilhelm.

“Hoggins was furious on the phone. He asked me to come and see him that day. He thought that his associate had betrayed him in relation to this scandal to save himself the balls. He wanted... He wanted to hire me to take care of him. He said to me, and I quote: This bastard is going to fuck everything up! He MUST disappear! and YOU will take care of it. He was willing to pay me $2,000,000 for it. I refused. ” he explains.

“With such a price you refused to kill? You will understand that I find it hard to believe.” said Wilhelm looking at Danny on the other side of the tinted glass.

“You may think what you want from me Wilhelm, drugged, failed, waste of society, but I'm not a f***ing killer. I left, telling him that I couldn’t kill a man who did nothing to me. He told me nothing. And 6 days later I learn that McKellan is dead. I told myself that he had finally found a guy crazy enough to do the job.”

Danny carefully noted everything Devon was saying, holding back from smiling. That's exactly what he needed to hear. And this will make the rest of his plan even more delectable. Hoggins is good for prison... unless Danny kills him before. Which, of course, is going to be the case in 2 weeks. Your name is going to be cursed over several generations Hoggins, you're screwed.

“He contacted you again after that?” asks Wilhelm.

“No. I didn't hear from him... until recently. He contacted me because he wanted to offer me another job. But when I arrived, he was irritated.” responds Devon.  

“Why?”  

“Two journalists from the Roseville Gazette, including one whose name was...how did he tell me already? Olsen, I think, came to interview him in relation to all this.”

Danny suddenly raised his head. Devon was therefore the famous important appointment that Hoggins had and that pushed him to shorten the interview. Why strangely it didn't shock him?

“What did he say?” Continues Wilhelm.

“At first, when I got him on the phone, he wanted us to discuss the drug business. But when I arrived, he got upset because this Olsen had provoked him on a bunch of stuff. I told him that it was the journalists, that it was normal for them to do this kind of practice. But he was so irritated that he didn't even hear that. What he made him shit the most was that this guy, Olsen, was dating a girl that Hoggins called "his bird of paradise". That it was out of the question for a "parasite" like Olsen to put his dirty paws on her. He told me that the girl in question was the boss of Nebula, the café that opened recently.”

Danny's blood only made one turn. Being called parasite, he didn’t care completely. But this dirty big pig, dares to consider you as HIS property? It's too much. You are only HIS and His ALONE.

“He told you something else?” Wilhelm said.

“He wanted me to go and scare this girl to leave Olsen. Nothing very nasty in itself. But here too I refused. I just want to do my business quietly, that's all.”

Wilhelm nod and leave the room to discuss with the other officers. Danny had stood back, pretending to reread his notes. With rage in his stomach, he thought of only one thing; Kill Hoggins. And it could happen faster than he had anticipated.

If Hoggins wants to play this game, if Hoggins is looking for war... He found it.

Unfortunately for him, he attacks the wrong person.

And he’s gonna pay for it.  

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(And it’s done! Summer Vacation is coming and I hope you’ll enjoy it as much as you can! In this period of pandemic which unfortunately forced us to deprive ourselves of some things such as outings with friends and others, it’s time for all of us to enjoy this summer while remaining alert, hoping that it is finally over. I hope you’ll like this chapter like the others ones! Well, it's time for my brain to rest! Have a great weekend to you all!  See ya!)

[omgrachwrites]

Tell a Tale of You and Me - Chapter Fifteen

Pairing: Sirius Black x Reader

Summary: You knew that making a bet with Sirius Black was like making a deal with the devil but you just couldn’t help yourself. You had never been a heavenly woman.

Warnings: mentions of sex, fluff, angst

Words: 2263

Disclaimer: These gifs don’t belong to me!

A/N: I would say that I’m sorry for the angst but I’m not 😂 I hope you guys enjoy this part, please let me know what you think and if you would like to be tagged! I love you all! xxx

Chapter Fifteen

Y/N’s musical laughter filled Sirius’ ears as he pulled her down the corridor in the dead of night, they were using James’ invisibility cloak – with his permission of course – Sirius smiled at the sound of her laugh, it was quickly becoming his favourite sound. They had been seeing each other for a few weeks now and Sirius was so scared that it would end soon so they agreed to take risks together. The couple didn’t want to regret the time that they could have been spending together.

What alarmed Sirius was the fact that he didn’t even feel bad for his brother, even though Sirius was essentially sneaking around with Regulus’ future wife. Sirius had gotten so used to holding her in his arms as the morning light shined through the sheer linen curtains of the boy’s dormitory.

“I can’t believe Remus gave us the key to the Prefect’s bathroom!” she giggled, whispering excitedly into his ear.

“I think that he’s just tired of us having sex in the dormitories all the time,” he chuckled and turned his head to kiss Y/N’s lips. He smiled as he tasted her strawberry lip balm.

Finally, they reached the Prefect’s bathroom without getting into any incidents, well, they had narrowly avoided Peeves who was singing and cackling maniacally to himself. Sirius had to cover Y/N’s mouth to stifle her nervous laughter. Y/N gasped in awe as they stepped into the cathedral sized room and she began taking off her clothes.

Sirius sighed happily as he watched her, she was a vision, beautiful to behold and Sirius would be happy if she walked around naked 24/7. Y/N smirked as she caught his eye and removed her clothes even slower as she raised an eyebrow at him, she didn’t seem the least bit shy, “you’d better get that bath filled, lover boy.”

Sirius chuckled, shaking his head and licking his bottom lip as he carded a hand through his tangled hair, “but, why would I do that when I can spend my time gazing at you, angel?” he winked and was pleased when Y/N’s cheeks flushed and she rolled her eyes. As Sirius began to fill the huge bath with hot water he made sure to fill it with the multi coloured bubbles that he knew Y/N would simply love to see.

When the bath was half full, Sirius helped Y/N down the slippery steps, “oh what a gentleman!” Y/N cooed jokingly as she rewarded him with a kiss, and she looked him up and down appreciatively, enough to make Sirius flush.

“Only for you my darling,” he smiled and sighed happily as the hot water enveloped him and he watched his girl swim a couple of lengths before she swam up to him, splashing him lightly. He grinned as she settled herself in his lap and kissed him so gently that it was just a whisper of a kiss.

Their love making during the past few weeks had been quick and passionate, like they didn’t have enough time together. However, this time it was different, it was like they had all the time in the world to explore and caress each other’s bodies. It was loving and slow, and perfect, Sirius wished that it could always be like this.

Y/N huffed out a happy sigh as she smiled at him as her fingers trailed across his hollowed cheekbones and over his plump lips, it was like she was trying to remember every inch of his body. One of her hands was in his hair and the other one was running down his neck, soft fingers running over that circular scar on his collarbone. He had received that when his dear mother had decided to use him as an ash tray.

Y/N was gazing at him with such beautiful intensity that it almost made Sirius shy away from her, “Merlin,” she breathed, “you are so breath taking, you’re so beautiful Sirius.”

Sirius shivered and almost gasped at her words, whenever they were together he felt so loved. He hid his blushing face in her neck, kissing the skin he found there, “Y/N, I,” he swallowed, he couldn’t quite articulate what he was trying to say but he didn’t need to.

“I know sweetheart, I know,” she cooed in his ear as she held him close. In that moment, they both knew that words didn’t have to be spoken. No words could ever articulate what they felt.

The following day, Sirius was in Defence against the Dark Arts, nervously fiddling with his fingers as he stood next to James. They would be reviewing the spell needed to get rid of a Boggart and to make things worse, they’d be performing it in front of the whole class. A Boggart would take the form of whatever the victim was afraid of and the spell transformed it into something funny.

Sirius knew what form his Boggart would take – his mother – but now there was a new fear and he was terrified that the Boggart would take that shape instead. He pushed the fear right into the back of his mind and he hoped that it would stay there. Unfortunately, Sirius was the first of his classmates to perform the spell and he stepped up to face his Boggart.

Thankfully – he never thought he would be thankful - the Boggart turned into his mother and as she reached a clawed hand out towards his face, Sirius raised his wand. Before he could utter the spell, his Boggart transformed with a crack. Sirius’ mouth went dry as he fought the urge to cry.

It was a woman, in a gorgeous champagne coloured wedding dress with a snow white veil cascading from her elegantly styled hair. Even though the shape of the woman had her back to him, Sirius knew that it was supposed to be Y/N. The shape was the same height as her and it had the same hair colour. Blood rushed and pounded in his ears, and he forgot why he was there.

The Boggart began stepping backwards in jerky motions, like something from a muggle horror film. Someone – it sounded like James – cleared their throat and he remembered what he was meant to be doing.

“Riddikulus!” he shouted in a shaky voice and the shape suddenly stumbled on its wedding dress before it fell over and the next person stepped forward to tackle their Boggart.

Sirius scurried to the back of the classroom, not daring to look at Y/N. He stood in silence as he watched his friends face their Boggarts with much more grace than Sirius had. He still couldn’t believe that James was scared of mermaids. Sirius tried to ignore all the strange looks that his classmates were giving him but it was easier said than done. Especially when people looked sorry for him.

At the end of the lesson, the Professor gave Sirius a worried look – which he ignored – as she dismissed the class. He managed to quickly escape from the room with his friends before Y/N could corner him. There was deafening silence as the marauders walked down the corridor but out of the corner of his eye, Sirius could see Remus glancing at him every so often.

“So,” Remus started delicately, “that Boggart was wild, I’ve never seen one shift like that before. I’m really sorry Sirius.”

Sirius shrugged as he stuffed his hands into his pockets, “it wasn’t just a Boggart though was it?” he mumbled, he hated to be such a downer but maybe he would feel better when his feelings were all out in the open, “in a few months, she’ll actually be getting married. To my baby brother, and I don’t think that I’ll be able to go,” he was beginning to panic but James and Remus nodded understandingly.

However, Peter’s face twisted and he looked very confused, “but Regulus is your brother! Won’t you regret it if you refuse to go to his wedding?”

Sirius knew that he meant well but it was so hard to hear right now, he scowled over at his friend as they entered The Great Hall, “no. I don’t have to go, not when he’s getting married to the girl I care about, and besides, my mother will be there,” he chuckled trying to lighten the mood.

Though, his words would surely betray him and he’d probably end up going, to support Y/N. No matter how bad it would make him feel, he had promised that he’d be there for her.

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All the way through dinner that evening, Sirius refused to look at you, let alone talk to you – it was like you were right back to square one – even though Peter was the only person who separated the two of you. You knew exactly why Sirius refused to interact with you, he didn’t want to see the blatant sympathy in your eyes after what you – and half of your classmates – had witnessed earlier that day.

However, you weren’t going to give him sympathy, for one you knew how much he hated it and second, what he feared was going to come to pass, it wasn’t going to be just an irrational fear of his, it was real. It was going to happen, no matter how much it hurt the two of you. You didn’t want to give him the sympathy he hated, you wanted to give him the affection he craved, you wanted to talk to the beautiful young man.

You wanted to be real with him and tell him how much he meant to you. Until you could tell him all of that you knew that your heart would hurt.

Peter stood up to talk to one of his other friends so you took your chance and held Sirius’ bigger hand under the table, squeezing it gently. Still, he didn’t even grace you with a look but when you glanced at his profile you thought that you saw a flicker of a smile. You grinned to yourself as you played with your food, he was still holding your hand.

About ten minutes later, James kissed Lily goodbye and the boys stood from the table. Sirius slowly let go of your hand and walked right out of the hall without so much as a backwards glance. You sighed sadly as you watched his retreating back and Lily gave you a worried look.

“Is everything okay between you two?” she asked gently as her soft fingers fiddled with the ends of your hair.

You smiled at your best friend as you shook your head, you didn’t want to lie to her, “not really but I’m working on it,” you just hoped that he’d listen.

When you had decided that you had given your lover his space, you swallowed back your nerves as you crossed the common room where he was talking with the boys. They all laughed as they finalised the plans for their latest prank and you took a deep breath as you gathered your courage.

“Sirius, can I please talk to you?” you started and he looked up at you, his pretty grey eyes were wide, he looked like a lost little boy. You were sure that he was going to say no, “it’s important,” you added and he nodded, though a muscle fluttered in his jaw.

“Sure,” he shrugged and led you up to the boy’s dormitory. You perched on the end of his bed, trying to figure out how to start the conversation but before you could even open your mouth, he was talking, “don’t feel sorry for me Y/N, if that’s what this is then I don’t want to know.”

You bit into your bottom lip as you considered his words, “I just want to know why your Boggart changed, I didn’t even know it could do that,” you wrapped your arms around yourself and Sirius rolled his eyes though he didn’t look angry, he just looked scared. He looked so scared.

“Oh, I don’t know Y/N, maybe it’s got something to do with the fact that I’m so scared about you getting married to my brother. Merlin, Y/N!” he snapped and you winced at his words, causing him to sigh and cup your cheek, moving closer to you on the comfortable bed, “no, I’m sorry darling. None of this is your fault. I’m so terrified to lose you because I know it’s only a matter of time. Wherever you go, you’ll always have my heart, forever. But I can never have yours. I never expected to feel this strongly about you” his eyes dropped to his hands.

His words broke your heart and you gently tilted his chin so he could look up at you. There were so many emotions swimming in his eyes, guilt, vulnerability and sadness, “oh sweetheart,” you stroked his hair, “don’t you see? If I hold your heart then you’ll never lose me, I might be getting married to Regulus, but it’s you who I really want. Sirius, I-“you began but trailed off as his face grew angry and he shook his head.

“No, Y/N don’t! Don’t you dare say it,” he huffed, his eyes growing glassy, “please don’t say it. I don’t want to hear you say because I know that I can’t keep you.”

You wished that he would let you say it, you leaned forward to kiss him so passionately that he’d remember it in years to come, he’d remember it when he was grew and old, “okay, I won’t say it. But that will never change how I feel. It’s you Sirius. It will always be you.”

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The Roommate

(KunTen Threesome)

Kun X Ten X Reader

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You had no idea how you ended up in this situation, but God did it feel good.  

It had been so long since you felt this dirty, this... filled up. You were exhausted and yet you wanted more, you needed more. You never wanted this feeling to end. It was like you and Kun had been visited by an angel, or maybe devil would be more accurate. What used to be dull was now exciting and sexy. You couldn’t even imagine going back to what sex was like, what life was like before he showed you, and not just you, both of you were blessed by his presence. Others wouldn’t understand it, but that was their loss. They couldn’t understand the intensity of the pleasure you felt. 

You and Kun had only been together for two months now, but you knew that he was the one. He was everything that you could ask for and more. He was protective, reliable, caring, considerate, generous, the list went on and on, not to mention the fact that he had an ass that wouldn’t quit. In the short amount of time you two had gotten to know each other, you were already inseparable. There was only one problem, the sex.

You were far from a virgin, but you had just broken up with your ex when you first met Kun, so you wanted to take things slow. Your ex was a cheating son of a bitch and you had just felt used by him which is why you wanted to make sure that the next guy would love you for you, not just your body. Kun was actually there the night you had caught your ex, Xiaojun, cheating on you. Xiaojun was a club promoter at one of the biggest clubs in the city, Neo Zone. You knew that his job involved light flirting, but when you had tried to surprise him by visiting him one night, you ended up seeing something you wish you hadn’t, Xiaojun making out with some random girl. You had walked up to him and once he noticed you, he had the fucking audacity to just say “Oh. Hey,” causing you to run out of the club with tears in your eyes.  

With mascara running down your face, you ran past a line of people trying to get into the club you wanted so desperately to get away from. You wanted to avoid their stares and just when you thought that you had successfully avoided anyone and everyone, you ran straight into someone, falling flat on your ass.

“Are you okay? I’m so sorry. I should have looked where I was going,” the man apologized offering you his hand.

“Don’t be stupid. It was me who ran into you,” you coldly replied, making a point to get up without the man’s help.

“Are you okay?” he asked again after retracting his hand.

“Oh, I’m just peachy,” you snapped.

The man stepped back, obviously shocked by the tone of your voice, yet he continued to press on.  

“You’ve been crying,” he commented.

“So what?” you barked before starting to walk away.

You hadn’t taken more than a couple steps before the overly curious man grabbed your arm, halting you.

You turned back towards him with a glare that could intimidate even the bravest of men. He reacted by looking down at the hand that was grabbing onto your arm, then quickly releasing it.

“Sorry. I’m just... you seem... sorry... do you wanna talk about it?” he seemed unsure of himself in every way so why was he still... trying?

“I’m not drunk so don’t think that you can ‘get’ me,” you scowled.

“No! I’m not... I’m not trying to hit on you. I’m just concerned. You seem really upset. Can I take you somewhere?  Like... to get a coffee or something? I know it’s late, but I’m sure we could get coffee at like a convenience store or something.”

You took notice of the man’s appearance for the first time. You had wanted to feel him out to see if his concern was really genuine, but instead you found yourself admiring his features.

His bleached blonde locks were swept to the side in a style that showed off his shaved sides. His eyebrows were straight, and his lips had a slight pout to them. His jaw was stronger than what you were used to, and you couldn’t help but notice the single gold earring that dangled from his ear as he spoke. It was strange actually. Normally a face like this would be considered intimidating, but the string of stutters and “I’m sorry”s made the man in front of you anything but.

Remembering that the subways wouldn’t start running for another few hours led you to accept his invitation for convenient store coffee. You ended up telling him everything about what had happened that night, about Xiaojun, everything. He listened carefully and didn’t make any moves on you whatsoever. It felt nice knowing that someone was being kind to you without trying to get laid in the process, which is why when he drove you home, you initiated the kiss. He gave you his number and you started seeing each other. It was really perfect actually. He respected your wishes and waited for over a month before you both had sex for the first time. He was perfect in every way... except one.  

The sex...was horrible. Okay, so it wasn’t the worst, but despite being compatible in every other way, you weren’t sexually compatible in the least. It wasn’t that he wasn’t gifted, God knows that he was more than blessed in that department. It was just that he was... gentle, too gentle.  

He was beyond attractive, but during sex, it was like he doubted himself in every way not that you were any better. For some reason you couldn’t preform either. Neither of you could understand it.  

He felt horrible that he hadn’t managed to make you cum even once, but the moment you faked it, he called you out immediately. It was a blow to his confidence to say the least.  

You weren’t the only one who was struggling to reach their climax. With him, there was a fifty-fifty percent chance that he would cum. Trying to comfort you, he would swear that he had never had this problem before, but of course that only made you feel worse about yourself.

You loved Kun and you wanted to make it work, but you had no idea where to start. You never had this problem before.  

Kun had invited you over to his place, so you were sure that sex was on the table. In an attempt to spice things up, you put on your sexiest lingerie before putting on a nice summer dress along with a cardigan to keep you warm. You were hoping to jump into his arms as soon as he opened the door, but you were not expecting him to have company. After knocking, a man that was definitely not Kun had answered the door.  

He was short. That was the first thing you noticed about him. He might have even been shorter than you, but you couldn’t focus on his height for long because he was absolutely breathtaking. He had very feminine features, but they didn’t take away from his masculinity at all. His eyes were large and round and his jawline was way better than yours, probably even better than Kun’s as well, but to compare the two would have seemed impossible. If Kun looked like an angel, then this boy definitely looked like a demon.  

His hair was raven black and styled so that his bangs were swept to the side. His skin was both tan and pale, which you didn’t know was even possible, but there were a lot of things about the man’s features that didn’t seem possible.  

He was wearing leather pants that were tight around his legs and.... well, everywhere else too. He wore a chain that draped from one of his belt loops, yet no belt, which probably made sense given how tight his pants were. He had on an oversized black t shirt that was ripped at the neck, allowing his protruding collar bones to peek out. His shoes were combat boots, because... well, of course they were. Everything about his outfit screamed intimidation right down to the myriad of piercings that adorned his ears.  

“Look who it is, the infamous Y/N,” the man teased.

You were caught off guard by his higher than expected voice.

“In-infamous?” you stuttered.

The man chuckled.

“Don’t worry about it sweetheart, I’m just kidding. I was wondering when I would get to meet Kun’s girlfriend,” he cooed, opening the door wider to let you in.  

You tried to collect yourself after the sudden shock of meeting the man who’s name and exact relation to Kun you were still unaware of.  

Walking through the door, your arm accidentally brushed past the man’s, but you figured that apologizing would only make you sound more awkward than you already felt.  

“May I take your sweater?”

You shot a glance towards him in a brief bout of confusion before he opened the coat closet and took out a hanger.  

“Oh, um... Sure,” you complied as you started to take your cardigan off.  

As the sleeves fell off your shoulders, so did one of your dress’ straps, revealing the lacey lingerie you were wearing underneath.  

You hadn’t even noticed your wardrobe malfunction until you realized that Ten was watching you as though you were doing something far more suggestive than just hanging your sweater on the closet rack. You quickly readjusted your dress strap unable to control the heat that suddenly rose to your cheeks, earning a chuckle from the strange man.

“Don’t worry, princess. I see what’s happening, what you’re trying to do,” he taunted.

“What? What do you mean? I’m not trying to do anything,” you started waving your hands erratically at his accusation, only to make him laugh even more.  

“I said don’t worry. It’s cute to see that Kun’s girlfriend isn’t as innocent as I had originally thought she would be. Although... you do get flustered just as easily.”

You continued to stare at the man in embarrassment.

“I’ll be leaving in just a few minutes, so you won’t have to worry about me when you make your move on my friend, here,” he mocked as Kun mad his appearance.  

The sight of your boyfriend was more than enough to send your mind into a panic.

Oh god, what were I thinking? The fact that the thought that this guy was suggesting that the sudden exposure of my lingerie was on purpose, had even crossed my mind proved how much of a pervert I really am. Of course, he was talking about how I was wearing it for my boyfriend.  

“Oh, hey Y/N,” Kun greeted, causing you to jump out of your skin a little in reaction to the sudden interruption of your thoughts.  

“H-hey, Kun!” you shouted a little too loud as you basically jumped into his embrace.    

“I see you’ve already met my roommate, Ten,” Kun continued.

You looked back at the raven-haired man who was simply watching you hug your boyfriend in amusement.

“R-roommate?” you stuttered as you released yourself from your boyfriend’s arms.

“No actually, we haven’t gotten to that part yet,” the man walked over to you, his hand extending towards yours.  

“I’m Chittaphon, but please call me Ten.”

“It’s nice to meet you,” you said as you turned back to Kun cutting off the introduction.

“I didn’t know you had a roommate.”

“Well I’m normally not here most nights, so I’m pretty sure he forgets he has a roommate himself sometimes,” Ten answered for him.

“Anyways, I’m about to head out, so don’t worry about me interrupting anything,” Ten winked as he grabbed a worn-down leather jacket from the closet you had just hung up your sweater in.  

Both you and Kun started blushing which earned yet another chuckle from Ten.  

“I told you,” he teased before walking out the door.

“Told you what?” Kun questioned.

“Um.. Nothing, I don’t remember. Haha,” you responded, kicking yourself for your awkwardness.  

Kun curiously quirked his head to the side but didn’t pry any further.  

Once you were sure that Kun’s roommate was gone your lips attacked Kun’s. Your hands travelled to the back of his head keeping his mouth pressed against yours, but he managed to push you away.

“Hey, hey, you just got here, don’t you wanna hang out and talk first?”

You looked up at him with a glint of defeat in your eyes. Your disappointment not going unnoticed.

“It’s not that I don’t want to! It’s just that I haven’t seen you in a few days and I wanna catch up, that’s all.”

“Kun, we text a thousand times a day and you call me every night, even when we do see each other,” you scoffed, slightly irritated.

“Babe, you know it’s not the same. I love it when we get to talk in person.”

Kun’s use of the pet name gave you a slight shiver, making you heed your boyfriend’s request.

You both walked over to the couch to sit down.

“So, what do you wanna talk about?” he asked.

“I don’t know. You’re the one who was so insistent on ‘catching up,’” you smirked using air quotes to emphasize your point.

Kun looked down at his feet.

“Well you could tell me about the roommate I didn’t know you had,” you coolly mentioned, not wanting your boyfriend to see the intense curiosity you held regarding the raven-haired man.

“Oh, Ten? Ten’s cool. We’ve actually gotten a lot closer lately. At first we never really saw each other.”

“Oh yeah?” you motioned for him to go on.  

“Yeah well, I couldn’t afford to stay at my last apartment since my old roommate moved out, so while searching for a new place, I came across a flyer for this place,” Kun continued.  

“It was a typical roommate wanted poster, but I remember thinking that it was a little odd,”

“Why?” you asked, curiosity taking over.  

“Well the flyer said that the renter was a night owl and that he was looking for a roommate who was quiet during the day.”

“Huh,” you commented.

“Yeah, but the rent was so cheap that I gave him a call the next day. We met up here and he gave me a tour and everything. He told me that he worked at night so I wouldn’t have to worry about him being loud while I was sleeping,” Kun relayed, chuckling at the memory.  

“I remember being so curious as to what he did for a living, yet for some reason I didn’t have the courage to ask him. I figured that he was probably a bartender or something.”

You kept looking at Kun as he recalled the events, but you remained silent, not wanting to interrupt his story,

“I ended up moving in later that week. At first, we never really saw each other. I was taking morning classes, so I was typically in bed before he left for work. Sometimes he would leave notes asking me to take out the garbage or telling me that the garbage disposal was broken, but not to worry about it since a plumber would be coming by to fix it. It wasn’t until I finished up the semester that we started interacting. I didn’t have to wake up as early, so I would stay up later. It was actually pretty nice. We mostly just did small talk, but it was nice to be able to actually see my roommate. Although... after a while, I noticed that Ten would dress up in some very unusual clothing. Sometimes it was casual, but sometimes he would wear all leather. either way it he wore mostly black. At first, I wondered if he was just going out before work, but he never brought a change of clothing as far as I could tell.”

“Those were his work clothes?” you inquired.

“Yeah, I know right? I still hadn’t asked him what he did for a living at that point, and honestly I think that I was too afraid to find out.”

“So, you don’t know what he does?”  

“Well, actually, it’s kind of a funny story,“ Kun started, as though the story hadn’t already been weird up to this point.

“One Friday night, Ten didn't have to work, so he invited me to drink with him at home. I was a little hesitant at first but Ten was being so kind about it, insisting that roommates should get to know each other over at least one drink, so I agreed and well, one drink turned into six and next thing you know, we’re telling each other our life stories. Ten is actually a pretty interesting guy, not to mention generous. Even though the rent for this place is 1,600,000 won, he only charges me 600,000. His reasoning was that he had the larger of the rooms. He seemed so well off that I even wondered why he needed a roommate in the first place. When I asked him, he told me that he was saving up to expand his business, which is when I finally asked him about it.”

You were completely captivated by Kun’s story, the suspense was almost eating away at you. What kind of job allowed you to wear leather and chains? Was Kun living with a prostitute? Or perhaps Ten was a dominatrix. Maybe his business was a sex club. It was crazy to think about but was it really that farfetched of an idea? It wasn’t like it would be unbelievable to think that a man who oozed sex appeal wouldn’t be capable of having chosen either one of said professions.  

“What did he say?” you asked mentally preparing yourself for Kun’s answer.  

“He’s a sex therapist,” Kun stated matter of factly.

Your eyebrows raised.

“A sex therapist? Just a sex therapist?”

“I know right? I thought for sure that he was a dominatrix of some sort, but no, he’s just a sex therapist.”

“So, the clothes-”

“He just likes them,” Kun answered already knowing what you were going to ask.  

“He own’s his own business so he doesn’t have to worry about a dress code,” he continued.

“But his clients, wouldn’t they feel uncomfortable-”

“Well get this,” Kun interjected once more.

“Ten isn’t your typical sex therapist.”

“What do you mean?”

“He watches them,” Kun hummed.

“What?”

“His clients, he watches them have sex.”

“Most sex therapists have an office where their clients come to talk about their sex lives and the problems that they have, but Ten does things differently. Of course, he does have an office and his clients do come in to talk about their sex lives, but Ten does house calls as well,” Kun explained.

“Did he tell you this?” you questioned.  

“He told me everything. He wouldn’t tell me his clients names, but he told me about how sometimes, if he felt the couple needed extra assistance, he would literally guide them.”

You felt a small tinge of guilt as the thought of you and Kun possibly needing Ten’s guidance crossed your mind.  

“So, he’s a prostitute sex therapist?”  

“No, he doesn’t join in, he just tells them what to do. Although.... he did hint that he sometimes he does other things like teaching them how to tie silk ropes or umm...” Kun suddenly coughed out of awkwardness.

“Sometimes he’ll what?” you demanded, on the edge of your seat.

“Nothing, I don’t know where I was going with that,” Kun said as he reached his hand to your shoulder.

Your strap had fallen down again, revealing your lingerie for the second time that day.  

“What’s this?” Kun playfully teased, trying to change the subject.

“Oh no you don’t. You’re the one who told me you wanted to ‘catch up.’ What did he say?”

Kun’s flirty façade suddenly faltered.  

“Can we talk about something else?” he pleaded.

“Kun, I wanna know,” you softly protested, your eyes widened in the hopes of charming the answer out of him.

“I just don’t feel comfortable talking about Ten’s personal stuff,” Kun defended.

“Baby, you literally just told me that your roommate watches people have sex for a living. How bad could it be?”

Kun sighed.

“I don’t know exactly what he meant by this because we were both pretty drunk, but he told me that when he makes a house call, it’s like he becomes a part of it, even though he isn’t physically participating. It’s like he does everything except have sex with the couple.”

Your earlier thoughts of wanting to ask Ten for advice on how to improve you and Kun’s sex life quickly dissipated as this new information on just how uncomfortable and violative Ten’s methods revealed themselves to be. Except now your thoughts were filled with images of Ten and what he could have possibly meant when he told Kun how he would sexually engage with his clients.  

Your guilt increased tenfold when an image of you and Ten crossed your mind. You wondered what sex with him would be like. Besides the fact that he was mouth wateringly attractive and was dripping in sex appeal, he had this aura to him that felt almost androgynous, something you didn’t often get to see in your everyday life. He was a man and yet his confidence in his femininity excited you. Not to mention the fact that a sex therapist had to be skilled in ways that Kun just wasn’t.

“Baby?”  

Your thoughts were interrupted when Kun called you by one of your many pet names.

You looked over to your boyfriend who was slowly inching his way towards you on the couch.  

“Wasn’t there something you wanted to do?” he playfully taunted.

“Maybe,” you teased back, softly biting your lower lip.  

“I mean, why else would you be wearing something so naughty underneath such an innocent looking dress?”

You chuckled at his boldness and he quickly grabbed at your waist.

“Why don’t you find out?”

You gasped as Kun’s lips made their way to your neck, immediately finding your sweet spot.  

His hands moved under your dress. You lifted up your arms allowing him to lift the dress off of your frame.

“You look so beautiful,” Kun complimented, gazing upon you in your lingerie  

You were extremely turned on and you didn’t know if it was because your boyfriend was starting to act more confident or if it was because of Ten...

You brushed away your thoughts so that you could enjoy your boyfriend’s touch, easing into it.  

You lifted his shirt off of him, exposing his upper body and soon enough you were both just grabbing at each other in a desperate attempt to remove yourselves from your remaining clothes.  

Once you both were completely undressed, Kun was on top of you. His hands gently caressed your body, sending shivers down your spine as he kissed your lips.  

Your hands found themselves traveling down Kun’s happy trail (Yeah he has one, we all saw it), only to find something not so happy.  

“You’re soft.”  

“What?”  

Kun looked down at his member.  

“Just give it a second,” Kun commented before his lips returned to yours.  

In your peripheral vision, you could see Kun’s arms moving as they pumped his length,  

“Ummm...” you started.

“No baby, I’m fine. This is really hot,” he promised, starting to sound a little panicked.

“Not if you have to try this hard to get hard,”  

You were filled with hurt when you’d much rather be filled with something else.  

“Are you okay? Do you need anything?” you asked.

“I don’t know. Maybe you could suck it?”  

That was the least sexy request for a blow job you had ever heard, but at this point, you just wanted to get back to how you were feeling only moments prior.  

You did everything you could think of. You made eye contact, you played with yourself, you slapped the head of his cock against your perky tits, but all to no avail, he wasn’t even close to being hard.  

You felt like you could cry.

“Is it me?”

“What?”

“Is it me? Am I not attractive or-”

Kun’s face went from panicked, to even more panicked. He quickly kneeled down so that he was at eye level with you.

“No! Of course not! You’re perfect. I’m just-”

“Just what, Kun?” you nearly shouted.

You felt bad because you knew that he was probably just as unhappy with the situation as you were, but you couldn’t stand it anymore. Things weren’t getting better; they were getting worse. At first, he couldn’t make you cum, then neither of you could cum and now he couldn’t even get hard.  

You both felt pathetic.  

“I think I should just go home.”  

You started to put your dress back on. Kun wanted to stop you, but he didn’t know what he could do to make things better, so he just watched you get dressed. He followed you as you made your way back to the closet to retrieve your cardigan. He wanted to say something, anything to make what just happened a little less mortifying, but what could he say?

“I’ll text you when I get home,”  

“Oh, okay,” he meekly responded as you closed the door behind you.

<><><><><><>

“Hey, how did it go?” Ten asked as he closed the front door and walked into the living room where Kun was lying on the couch.  

Kun sat up and sighed, not intending to be as loud as he was.  

“That bad, huh?” Ten sat down on the couch and lifted his feet onto the low table that sat in front of them.  

“You have no idea,” Kun groaned.  

“What do you mean? Her dress strap accidentally fell down while I was taking her coat, so I assumed that you both were gonna.... you know,” Ten winked at his roommate.  

Ten looked down at the table his feet were resting on and spotted a half empty bottle of soju and several empty bottles of Cass beer.  

“Dude, are you okay? Did you two break up or something?”  

Kun drunkenly rolled his head so that he could look at Ten.  

“Why are you here? I thought you wouldn’t get back until the morning.”  

“Kun, it’s 4 am,” Ten responded.  

“Can I tell you something?” Kun asked, ignoring Ten’s declaration of the time.  

“Sure?” Ten cocked his head slightly.  

“How are you so confident?”  

“Could you elaborate?” Ten suggested, not understanding Kun’s inquiry.  

“I mean.... after... well... I mean... after a guy... you know... does that to you,” Kun tried to explain his thoughts, but despite his dramatic hand motions, he wasn’t able to express what he was trying to say.  

“Do you mean after bottoming?”  

Kun leaned forward and rubbed his temples.  

“Yeah... after that,” Kun confirmed.  

Now it was Ten’s turn to sigh.  

“Do you wanna talk about it? What happened tonight?”  

Kun looked back at Ten, eyes watery but not quite near tears.  

“You know how I was telling you about how Y/N and I were having troubles in the.... sex department?”  

Ten couldn’t help but let out a laugh at drunk Kun’s wording.  

“Yeah?”  

“Well, tonight... it was worse.”  

“How could it have been worse?  

Kun dragged his hands down his face.  

“I couldn’t even --------” Kun muffled the last part of his sentence.  

“You couldn’t even what?”  

“I couldn’t even get-------” Kun muffled again.  

“I’m sorry, what?”  

“I couldn’t get it up! Okay?!” Kun yelled.  

Ten sighed again.  

“Kun, first of all, bottoming doesn’t make you any less of a man. Second of all, you were exploring your sexuality. Everyone goes through shit like that when they’re.... discovering themselves.”  

Ten moved closer to Kun.  

“And third of all,”  

Ten slapped the back of Kun’s head.  

“You can bottom and still be a top,” Ten laughed.  

Kun slapped away Ten’s hands.  

“I’m serious, man.” Kun asserted.  

“I’m serious too,” Ten retorted.  

Ten patted Kun’s back.  

“I’m just not... as confident as I was before... Sicheng. Hell, even ignoring the whole Sicheng situation, I’m still not confident about... you know... being attracted to both women.... and men,” Kun took his time as he spoke.  

“Like what if she thinks it’s weird? What if she thinks I’m just a gay man who’s not ready to fully come out yet?”  

“Bisexual men exist, Kun. I’m sure Y/N is more open minded than you’re giving her credit for,” Ten commented.  

Kun suddenly turned his entire body on the couch so that he was facing Ten.  

“Help us,” Kun pleaded.  

“What?” Ten asked, knowing exactly what Kun was trying to say, but still hoping he wasn’t.  

“I love her, man. She’s the one, I just know it, but I’m gonna lose her if I can’t get my shit together,” Kun blabbered on.  

“Don’t worry, I have no problem giving you advice Kun,” Ten reassured.  

“No,” Kun boomed. “I- hiccup I mean we need you Ten. What you do for your clients... We need you to do that for us.”  

“You’re drunk, Kun. You aren’t serious. You’re just freaked out right now,” Ten laughed but the humor was absent from his voice.  

“I’m serious, man!” Kun grabbed Ten’s face and pulled it close to his so that they were only inches apart.  

Even though Kun was drunk, he quickly realized his actions when Ten shot him a smirk causing Kun to turn away more than a little flustered.  

“Not so confident now, huh?” Ten muttered running a hand through his raven black locks.

“You can’t even handle having your face be that close to mine without becoming a blushing mess, how are you gonna handle having me intrude on your sex life?” Ten continued.

In that moment, Ten’s words lit a fire in Kun, causing him to pull Ten’s face back into his.

“You don’t understand man, I’d do anything for her,” Kun mouthed as he stared intensely into his roommate’s eyes. “Anything.”

Now it was Ten’s turn to get flustered. He pushed Kun away, causing him to fall back onto the couch. Kun instinctively grabbed onto Ten’s arm, pulling him down with him. Ten hovered over Kun’s body, having used his free arm to prevent himself from falling onto the larger male. They stayed like that for a brief second before realizing the awkwardness of the situation.  

“Sorry,” Kun mumbled.

Ten lifted himself back up into a sitting position, Kun quickly doing the same.

Ten’s hand reached for the back of his own neck, not understanding why he was even trying to convince his roommate out of anything while he was in such a drunken state.  

In one last attempt to get Kun to recognize the weight of what he was asking, Ten brought up another concern.

“Even if you’re serious, would Y/N even agree to something like that?”

“I don’t know. Her reaction to your job wasn’t very readable. I mean she didn’t exactly react to it nonchalantly, but she didn’t seem disgusted either,” Kun responded.

“Oh great. I’m glad your girlfriend isn’t disgusted by me,” Ten sarcastically spat out as he stood up and made his way to the kitchen.

“I didn’t mean it like that,” Kun retreated.  

He watched as his roommate poured himself a glass of water.  

“I’ll ask her real quick.”  

Kun took out his phone and started typing something causing Ten to choke on his water.  

“You’ll what?” Ten exclaimed.

Kun ignored his roommate’s inquiry as he continued to type into his phone. Ten quickly ran back into the living room and grabbed Kun’s phone, hoping to save him from making such a huge mistake, but it was too late.

“Fuck, you sent it?” Ten gasped, staring at the message on the dimly lit screen.

Kun only nodded in response.

“Maybe you can pass it off as a joke or something,” Ten hurriedly handed the phone back to Kun.

“Why? Your clients don’t seem to think it’s that weird,” Kun contested.

“My clients know what they’re getting into when they call me. Not to mention that I’m a professional, not one of their roommates.”  

“Quick! You can write something like ‘Haha I got you, didn’t I?’ or maybe-”

Ten’s ramblings were interrupted by a small pinging noise.  

“Shit, she saw it,” Ten sputtered, seeing the phone screen light up.

“You’re so screwed, dude. Your only option is to leave the country and start a new life.”

“She agreed,” Kun blurted out.

Ten’s eyes bulged.

“She what?” Ten sat down beside Kun in disbelief, but after looking at Kun’s phone, his brief moment of denial ended.

Ten and Kun just sat there on the couch staring off into space, neither one saying a word to the other.  

Although Kun was the one who brought the topic up, he couldn’t help but feel hurt that Y/N agreed so quickly. He knew things were bad, but he had kind of hoped that she would try to talk him out of it and tell him that you both just had to try again. Your agreement just confirmed that the situation was as bad as he had thought it was.

The silence was interrupted when Kun’s phone let out another ping sound.  

Kun lifted up his phone to read the message.

“So….what now?” the message read.  

Ten looked over Kun’s shoulder at the message.

“Well, I guess we should start with me getting to know my new clients,” Ten sighed comically.

<><><><><>

You walked through the front doors of BDLI, a soju room where Ten instructed you all meet to talk about the details regarding the upcoming events of the night. It seemed like a popular place since there was no shortage of people wandering around the halls, but it also seemed a little peculiar. You noticed that the other customers were dressed very similarly to Ten, wearing lots of chains and leather. For a second, you worried that Ten might have invited you and Kun to some sort of sex club. The fact that Ten had instructed you to tell the host/hostess that your room reservation was under the name “KItten” did not help to ease your worries. The host was a black-haired man with a name tag that read Hendery on it. At first you thought it was a typo, seeing as the name was so odd, but you quickly brushed it off and told him your reservation name.  

“Nervous?” the man asked, smiling at you.

You looked up at him feeling exposed. Did Ten bring all of his clients here? Did this random man know exactly why you were here?

You nodded slightly, your cheeks beginning to flush.

“Don’t be,” the man continued.  

“Ten is a miracle worker, trust me. My husband and I were clients of his for years.”

“Years?”

The host could sense the panic in your voice.

“Don’t worry, it didn’t take that long. Ten basically fixed our sex life in the first session we had with him. We just liked him so much that my husband, Yangyang, and I kept going every so often just to rekindle our sex life.”

“Oh. That’s nice,” you replied, not knowing what else to say as the man wrote down your room number on a slip of paper and handed it to you.

You had purposely arrived a few minutes late in the hopes that you would be the last to arrive as to avoid any awkwardness between you and either Ten or your loving boyfriend, yet when you arrived at your room number, you opened the door to see that Ten was also running late. You sat down next to your boyfriend. The awkwardness you wanted to avoid ended up being worse than you had originally imagined. Neither of you greeted each other, instead opting to sit in silence. You wondered if talking would ease the tension or increase it.  

Finally, Kun broke the silence.

“Are you still sure about this? We can back out now if you want.”

“I’m sure, Kun, but if you don’t feel comfortable…. I love you and I’m okay with things being the way that they are as long as you’re still in my life,”

Kun, who had been avoiding your gaze up to this point, smiled at you.  

“I love you too,” he spoke softly.

“Well, wasn’t that cute?” Ten remarked as he entered the soju room.  

“Sorry I’m late.”

“You could hear us outside the door?” you asked, concerned that this might not be the best place to discuss such personal matters.  

“Yeah, but only because this entire section is empty except for us,” Ten explained, putting you at ease.

“I always request a more private room when I’m meeting with my clients.”

Ten was wearing an outfit that, although still very dramatic, was a lot more toned down than what he wore the first time you met him. He wore black jeans that were ripped at the knees and a button-down shirt with a black, white, and gray design that resembled a granite countertop. He had a chain that ran down his belt loop and into his back pocket, probably attached to his wallet, along with a simple black leather belt. Compared to your boyfriend, who was wearing a simple white shirt, denim jacket, and black jeans, Ten looked like a model for one of those online stores that sell gothic clothing.

You wanted to ask Ten more about why he chose this place to meet clients at, but a part of you just wanted to get this over with.

“We aren’t doing this here, are we?” you asked.

Ten let out a warm comforting laugh.

“Of course not. If you two decide to move forward with this session, then we’ll move to a nearby motel that’s especially made for couples.”

“You mean a love motel?” Kun asked.

“Whatever you wanna call it,” Ten shrugged.as he reached into his bag.

“I’d like for you to fill these out,” Ten instructed as he pulled two sheets of paper out from his bag and handed them to you and Kun along with two pens.

“What are these?” Kun Inquired.

“Consent forms,” Ten stated as if it were the most normal thing in the world.  

“You mean like waivers?” you asked.  

“Hmmmm, not exactly. These are lists of things that you might be interesting in incorporating into your sex life.”

You gasped.

“Anal beads?!”  

While Ten couldn’t refrain from laughing at your sudden outburst, Kun looked mortified.  

“Listen, it’s just a list. I’m not saying you should try everything on this list tonight, it’s just a list of possible things to try, whether tonight or in the future,” Ten explained as he grabbed the list from you.

“You see these boxes next to each thing listed?”

Ten turned the paper so you could see.

“I want you both to go over this list and put a check mark next to everything you’d be interested in trying tonight, a circle around each thing you might be open to and an X next to anything you definitely do not want to do. This way, we can see which ways your lists overlap and make sure everything done tonight is consensual, understand?”

Both you and Kun nodded and started to fill out the forms.

“We should also come up with a safe word so that either one of you can revoke consent at any point you start to feel uncomfortable with something that’s happening. My personal fave is ‘cactus.’” Ten suggested.

“Why cactus? Why not just say ‘safe word’ or stop?” Kun asked.

“Some people like to taunt each other, you know? Like daring the other to say the safe word. It’s a whole kink in itself. Also, there are several times in which a person may say stop and not want the person to stop, the obvious example being ‘don’t stop,’”

“Okay but why cactus?”  

“Simple,” Ten smiled.

“There is no faster way to kill the mood without ruining it for the while night like thinking about a prickly cactus.”

The three of you couldn’t help but laugh at such a stupid joke.

“So, let’s get started with the details. Since every case is different, instead of explaining how the process works, I’d rather go over your questions and concerns.”

Ten looked at you and Kun.

Neither of you said anything.

Ten’s eyes moved to yours and smirked slightly. You had felt even more nervous than when you two had first met and yet it didn’t seem like Ten was teasing you. Instead, he seemed curious.

“Okay, it’s normal to be stand-offish at first. Maybe we should have a few drinks to ease into it,” Ten offered as he started preparing three somaek glasses.

“Just try to limit yourselves to two drinks each, we don’t want to deal with any issues regarding proper consent or whisky dick, do we?”

“Can’t you tell us a little bit about the process?” Kun asked, ignoring Ten’s whisky dick comment.

Ten sighed softly as he handed each of us a drink. Without cheersing, we all started sipping on our drinks.  

“Basically, what I’ll be doing if you decide to go through with it, is instructing you two on what to do, without really instructing you to do it.”

“What does that mean exactly?” Kun asked.  

You were glad that he was taking the lead on this, so you didn’t have to.

“It’ll be more like encouragement from the sidelines or showing you new techniques to try out and stuff like that. To be honest, it’ll probably be better if it’s more of a surprise.”

Kun looked uneasy.

“So, what are your biggest concerns?”

Kun and you looked at each other. Several concerns crossed both of your minds, but neither one of you knew where to start or even how to phrase them.

“Come on, I’m not going to be able to help you guys if I don’t know what I can and can’t do.”

“About that-” you started. “What you can’t do… I wanted to ask. You don’t actually have sex with your clients, do you?”

“I’m a professional, so no.”

“But we aren’t technically your clients,” you pointed out.

Kun’s eyes bulged and he shot you a concerned look.

“Baby, what are you-”

“I’m just wondering. Kun told me over text that you were doing this as a favor. I know that he’s paying for this room, the soju, and probably for the hotel room as well, but you aren’t charging us for your services, so we aren’t your clients,” you continued.  

“I guess you’re right,” Ten responded. “And I’m sure that Kun has at least hinted that I’m more sexually open in my own personal life than most.”

“Wait-” Kun tried to speak before he was cut off once more.

“If you two wanted me to join in, I suppose I legally could do so, but don’t worry. I know that isn’t why you both asked for my help, so I won’t overstep.”

You couldn’t help but feel a tinge of disappointment at his response. You looked over at Kun, who seemed relieved.

“Any other concerns?” Ten asked.

Silence.

“Okay then, ready to go?”

“What about the consent forms? Aren’t we going to go over them?”

“We’ll save that for when we’re actually in the hotel.”

<><><><>

All three of you made your way out of the building. No one was spared from the awkward tension between you three. Ten hailed a cab, choosing to get into the passenger side so that you and Kun could share the back. You could see Ten mouth words to the driver, but none of them registered in your mind. You were too anxious. Your heart was racing but your mind was blank. You could feel the panic building up, but then you felt a hand grab yours.  

You looked up to see Kun smiling at you. He could sense your uneasiness and despite his own anxiety, he couldn’t bear to see you in such a state.  

“It’s going to be okay,” he whispered over and over again until your breathing slowed.

He flashed you another smile and you nodded, resting your head on his shoulder.  

The cab ride couldn’t have lasted longer than 6 minutes, but the anticipation made every minute feel like an eternity.

Ten thanked the cab driver and handed him more than the due cab fare before turning to you and Kun, motioning that it was time for you to make your exits.  

After that, everything felt like a blur. Ten handled everything just like he had been, and next thing you know, you were already walking into the hotel room.  

The room was bigger than you had expected. You imagined a typical hotel room, full sized bed, dresser, maybe a tv, but this was so much more. The bed was huge. You didn’t know that a bed could be so big and yet it didn’t even take up most of the room. You were on the 12th floor as made obvious by the ceiling to floor length windows that made up the corner of the room. The curtains didn’t seem that useful since they were made of a sheer grey fabric, not that privacy wasn’t already guaranteed by the height your room was at. The bed sheets, which had to have been satin or even silk, along with the mountain of pillows that rested on top of them were a tone of grey similar to that of the curtains. You wondered how soft they would feel. The hardwood floor was a colored a deep black that easily reflected any light that touched it. There was no TV, which surprised you since in every other way, the room screamed that no expense was spared, but this was still a love hotel, so that there was no use for a television.  

You were in shock.  

How could Kun even afford a night in a room like this? How much could it have cost?

Your thoughts were interrupted when Ten asked, “Would anyone like another drink?”

You and Kun, who had also been taking in the motel room, turned to see Ten opening a fridge next to a bar counter you hadn’t noticed until just now.  

You both raised your hands in unison earning yet another chuckle from Ten.

“Remember, the goal here isn’t to get drunk, but to get comfortable.”

Ten waved for you and Kun to join him at the bar as he started making three gin and tonics.

After getting yourselves situated with your drinks, Ten cleared his throat.

“We should talk about everything that’s been going on with your relationship lately before we get started.”

“There isn’t anything to talk about,” Kun spoke up.

Ten turned towards Kun.

“We’re perfect for each other, it’s just about the sex.”

You kept your eyes glued to your drink.  

“I’m not saying there’s anything wrong with your relationship, I’m just saying that we should do some actual therapy before we jump into things,” Ten explained.

“Kun, is there anything you want to share with Y/N?”  

Ten gave Kun a strange look.

Kun shook his head.  

“I don’t.”

Ten looked like he wanted to probe further but decided against it.  

“What about you Y/N? Do you have anything you want to say?”

“Yes actually, I do.”

Your words caused elicited a panicked look from Kun.  

“I just want to say that I love you, Kun, and I’m going to do my best tonight.”

Kun’s face softened at your words. He took your hands in his.

“I love you too, baby girl. Are you sure about this?”

“I’m sure, Kun.”

Ten just watched as you two stared into each other’s eyes for a brief moment.  

You were the first to break eye contact as you looked at Ten.

“So, what do we need to do?”

“Why don’t you both start off by telling me what you wish to see more of in your sex lives? You can share what you marked on your consent forms as well.”

You looked at your boyfriend. It was his turn to stare at his drink.

Taking the hint, Ten motioned for you to go first.  

“I guess.... I guess I wish Kun was more dominating during sex.”

Kun’s head lifted slightly.

“It’s like he’s too careful with me, you know? It’s like he’s afraid he’ll break me. When we’re out together, he’s romantic and flirty, but during sex, it’s like his confidence disappears. I’m not asking for him to go into full BDSM mode, but it would be nice if he could push me around a little more.”

Ten nods as you explain.

“Was there anything that you marked on your consent form that you’re especially interested in trying?”

“I guess the thing that stood out the most to me was the...pain play, specifically the light spanking and slapping, I guess.”

“How about you Kun?”

“Huh?” Kun seemed to have been contemplating your words.  

“What would you like to see more of when you’re having sex with Y/N?”  

A hint of panic painted Kun’s features as Ten directed the question towards him.

“No-nothing! I mean... not nothing... just... I mean... what I’m trying to say is... No... Y/N is perfect. She doesn’t need to change anything.”  Kun stuttered.

“It’s okay Kun. You can tell me. I know that I need to change too.”

“No, that’s not it.”

Kun brings his hands to your face.  

“You’re perfect. This... this is all my fault. You don’t have to change anything. I don’t want you to change anything.”

“But Kun that’s not true. I’m at fault here too. I just hope that it’s something that I can fix.”

Kun’s panicked expression morphed into a pained one.  

“What do you mean?” Ten interjected.

You took Kun’s hands off of your face and rested them onto his lap.  

“Kun struggles to... stay hard with me sometimes.”  

You were answering Ten, but you never took your eyes off your boyfriend’s.

“I see,” Ten commented.

“I try everything I can to make him feel good, but sometimes... I wonder if it has less to do with what I’m doing and more to do with... me.”

“Baby girl, of course not.” Kun wrapped his arms around you awkwardly pulling you into his chest.

“You’re perfect in every single way,” he comforted.

“But am I sexy?” You pushed him away.

“I know you love me, but are you attracted to me?”

You could feel the tears welling up in your eyes.

Kun stared into your eyes as he calculated how he should respond. After what felt like minutes, Kun broke the silence.

“I’m ready.”

“Huh?” Ten gawked.

“I said I’m ready,” Kun repeated as he got up from the barstool.

“I’m going to show you just how sexy you are, baby girl.”

You didn’t have time to feel nervous about the whole thing because next thing you knew, Kun had quite literally swept you off your feet. A small yelp of surprise shot past your lips as you instinctively wrapped your arms around Kun’s neck for security. He carried you over to the bed and laid your body down across the grey satin sheets.  

“Guys hold up. I don’t think we’ve quite covered everything we need to cover,” Ten insisted as he hurried over to you two.

“She said she wanted me to be more dominate in bed. I can do that. We can try the pain play too. What else is there to cover?”

“That’s not how it works, Kun.”

“Oh yeah?”  

Kun turned to face Ten, their vast height difference had suddenly become more apparent. You sat up and watched the two men in front of you. If you didn’t know better, it almost seemed as if Ten was intimidated by Kun.

Kun cocked his head slightly to the side.  

“Are you sure about that?” Kun growled.

You had no idea what was happening. Ten’s eyes were opened wider than you had ever thought was humanly possible. There was no mistake about it, Ten was nervous.

Kun turned back towards the bed. You couldn’t move. You were too stunned to do anything but gulp.  

Who was this man towering over you and what had he done to your boyfriend?

“K-kun,” Ten stuttered.

“Let’s get started, shall we?” Kun's almost raspy voice went straight to your core.

“Kun I-”

“What’s wrong, baby girl?” Kun cut you off.

“We came here to play, didn’t we?” he smirked.

Your stomach was in knots. You knew that this was what you had asked for and yet you couldn’t help but feel conflicted. If it was really this easy, then why did you have to drag Ten into your sex life? Your doubts about your boyfriend’s drastic change in character only clouded your mind for a brief moment before your body was suddenly being pinned to the mattress. Kun’s face hovered just above yours. His lustful eyes stared deeply into yours, taking in the view of you completely at his mercy.

You had never seen this side of him before. It felt like Kun had been possessed, by what, you didn’t know but you couldn’t ignore the aching feeling in the pit of your stomach.  

You turned your head towards the other man in the room. It was like you were asking permission with your eyes, something that hadn’t gone unnoticed by Kun. Kun released one of his hands that held your arm above your head and grabbed your chin, forcing you to look up at him.  

“He’s not the one you need to ask, darling,” Kun instructed, reading your mind.

Every nerve in your body was on fire, the sensitivity was only heightened by Kun’s gruff and commanding voice.

“I-I...” you were too overwhelmed to say anything substantive.  

“What’s wrong, baby girl?” Kun chuckled.

You weren’t the only one who was caught off guard by Kun’s surge of dominance. Ten could only watch as Kun taunted you. He had no idea what was going on with his usually shy roommate, but he couldn’t decide whether intervening would be a smart idea or not.  

Kun released his grasp on your chin to free himself from his shirt, revealing his muscular torso.  

Despite having seen much more scandalous acts, Ten couldn’t help but stare at his roommate as he stripped. Ten felt conflicted as he debated whether it was okay for him to be there or not. Although he had done this countless times, it seemed as though the realization that you and Kun weren’t like his regular clientele had just now hit him. His breathing was hitched, and his skin had become noticeably flushed.

Was this okay?

Ten’s feelings for his roommate had been nothing but a bother to him since the beginning. When he first saw Kun standing in his doorway, he was more than a little surprised. He had been expecting a college student to come by for a house tour, but he never expected that his potential new suite mate would be this fucking hot.  

Despite his best judgement, Ten agreed to let Kun move in. Ten wasn’t the type to admit when he had fallen for someone and he figured that his schoolboy crush would disappear as quickly as it had manifested, but he was so wrong.  

When he had left for work for the first time, he walked into the living room to find a shirtless Kun similar to the one who was currently sucking on his girlfriend’s neck. After finding himself too flustered for comfort, Ten started leaving later and getting home earlier hoping to avoid his new tenant.  

Once Kun’s classes ended, Ten could no longer wait for his roommate to fall asleep before leaving for work, so he surrendered and realized that the only way to alleviate the awkwardness was to actually get to know the guy. What Ten didn’t know though, was that getting to know his roommate would only deepen his infatuation.  

Kun was probably the most uncool person Ten had ever held a conversation with and yet he was a loser in the most heart wrenchingly charming way possible. Ten couldn’t help but tease him.  

When Kun drunkenly admitted to Ten that he was bisexual, Ten knew he had to make his move, but before anything could happen, Kun went on to talk about how his sexuality was causing problems with his new girlfriend, putting a stop to any hopes Ten might have had.

Ten didn’t want to like you. In fact, he wanted nothing more than to despise you, but once he saw you in your flustered state standing in the same doorway where he had first met Kun, he couldn’t help but see how perfect you two were for each other. He also found himself being drawn to you in the same way that he had been drawn to Kun. It was like you and Kun were different versions of the same person. Ten could find no humor in the situation, only finding the urge to kick himself for his poor taste.  

And now here he was, watching you both kiss each other passionately.

Ten had only agreed to this arrangement thinking that seeing you two together would extinguish the feelings he had for Kun and the attraction he felt for you both, but even Ten had to admit that his reasoning was flawed in every sense. If anything, Ten’s feelings were increasing tenfold. As strange as It was, despite literally watching you both claw at each other, Ten’s desire to be a part of your relationship seemed almost like a realistic goal. He was literally only a few feet away from you both, after all. He knew that he couldn’t expect you both to accept him, but in this moment, Ten felt closer to that fantasy than he had ever thought possible.

Acting against his feelings, Ten continued to watch, not allowing himself to insert himself into the situation unless he absolutely had to.  

Kun had stripped both you and him of almost all your remaining clothes, not once allowing you to help. The only thing that was left were his boxers. You tried to pull those off too, but Kun wouldn’t have it. He pulled you further down the bed by your legs, causing your upper body to fall flat against the bed. Kun’s eyes never left yours for a second. Every time you broke eye contact to glance at Ten, Kun would respond by landing a sharp slap to your thighs. The slaps weren’t too painful. If anything, they only added to the circus of sensations that were going through your body.  

It felt like you were the only one who was aware of Ten’s presence. It wasn’t too uncomfortable having Ten there, but it definitely added a whole new level of kinkiness to the situation.

Kun slowly inched himself down your body, kissing it along the way. Every once in a while, his teeth would graze at your subtle skin leaving small purple marks.  

Once he had reached your core, he wrapped his arms around your thighs, keeping them in place. His lips hovered over your folds not yet giving you the pleasure of feeling his tongue glide across them. He wanted to see just how badly you wanted him and oh god, did you want him. He couldn’t believe that it had taken him this long to see you squirming under his touch. Your face was flushed a beautiful shade of red, your uneven breathing only furthered his unquenchable thirst for your wetness. He knew that your blushing skin was probably intensified just by having a third party see you in such a vulnerable state, but he didn’t mind. He enjoyed having someone there to witness the intense amount of pleasure he was about to give you. He could tell that you were getting impatient, but he could also sense your hesitation due to the third pair of eyes in the room.

Kun gave his lips one last lick before finally diving into your folds. Your hips instinctively buckled into his touch. Kun had eaten you out several times before but never like this. It was like he had been starved and eating you out was the only sustenance he had in days. The pleasure came in waves, taking over your entire body and yet you still couldn’t focus on the man whose tongue was dipping inside of you at an ungodly speed. For some reason, you were distracted by a hungry looking Ten.  

You couldn’t understand it. With Ten’s line of work, he must have seen countless couples getting it on, and yet for some reason Ten looked lustful. He was staring at you intensely as he bit his lips. If you didn’t know any better, you would think that he was actually enjoying watching instead of being there solely to guide the two of you. It made you feel self-conscious, but it also had another effect on you as well. You wanted him. You wanted both of them, at the same time and it killed you that you couldn’t have your way with them both.

Kun was too distracted to notice the longing stares you directed towards his roommate, and Ten was too captivated with watching you to destruct the meaning behind your eyes.  

Being watched by Ten did something to you. You could feel a familiar feeling starting to rise from the pit of your stomach. Something you hadn’t felt with Kun before, but you were definitely feeling it know. Your vision began to blur but you could still make out Ten as he watched Kun’s tongue take you over the edge. Your moans turned into squeals as you approached your high and Kun could tell that you were close. His fingers started to dip inside of your wetness as he pushed you past the point of overstimulation. Your hips tried to separate themselves from Kun’s skillful tongue, but he held you down as he pressed on. Your squeals were now screams of pleasure. The safe word had disappeared from your vocabulary and your mind was too far gone to even think of using it.  

Once your soul had returned to your twitching body and your mind was able to form coherent sentences again, you saw your boyfriend’s eyes staring into yours. They were lined with pride. You were surprised to find that you weren’t even close to tired. If anything, you wanted more. You started gripping at your boyfriend’s boxers begging for him to take them off. His prideful gaze turned into one of panic and you couldn’t understand why.

“What’s wrong?” you asked.

“N-nothing, I just want to do it again.”

“Kun, that was amazing in every single way, but I need to have you inside of me right now,” you begged.  

Kun looked over at Ten who appeared lost in thought. After noticing Kun’s eyes, he seemed to remember where he was and stood up a little straighter.  

“Are you shy because Ten is here?”  

Kun stayed silent.

“Kun, I’m sure Ten had seen it all before, and he’s watched us this far.”

“That’s not it...”

“Then what’s wrong?”

Your eyes traveled down Kun’s body, past his happy trail and saw what the problem was.  

“Oh my god.” you faltered.

“Baby girl, I-”

“Even after all that, you’re still not hard?”

“Baby I-”  

“So, it is me!”

If Ten were a cat, his ears would have perked up because that was definitely his que to cut in.  

“Y/N, listen,” Kun pleaded.

“No Kun, I can’t do this. You were able to change for me immediately and yet I still can’t even something as simple as turning you on. You’re not attracted to me!”

“Y/N, that’s enough.”  

Ten was standing at the foot of the bed, staring down at you and Kun.

His voice was gruff and dominating but not flirtatious in the same way that Kun’s had been earlier. It immediately shut both of you up.

Ten’s stern face only lasted for a few seconds before turning into one of exhaustion. He sighed before turning to Kun.

“Kun, it’s time to tell her,” he urged.

“Tell me what?”  

“Ten, I have no idea-”

Ten didn’t say anything, he merely scowled at Kun, but that was enough to cut him off.

“What’s going on?” you demanded, wrapping the duvet around your naked frame.

Kun flashed Ten a pleading look. The confident Kun had disappeared once again.  

“You know what, Kun? You say that you love Y/N and that you’d do anything for her, but you won’t consider opening up to her even if it might be the only way to save her the pain of blaming herself?” Ten snapped, earning a surprised look from both Kun and you.

Ten sighed in annoyance.  

“Ok, last chance. Either we are going to have an actual therapy session or you’re on your own, Kun. I should have never given you special treatment. Nobody gets to just skip out on the therapy part of sex therapy!” Ten shouted.

Kun and you looked at each other.  

“Um... what is he talking about, Kun? What’s going on here?”  

Kun looked back at Ten, then back at you, trying to think of a way out of the situation. You could see the panic in his eyes but before he could say anything, you took his hands in yours.  

“Kun, please,” you begged.  

Now it was Kun’s turn to sigh.  

“Okay, but let’s get dressed first,” he finally agreed.

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After putting your clothes back on and accepting the almost humiliating situation you were in, Ten invited you both to meet him back at the bar counter.  

Despite being fully clothed, you couldn’t look Ten in the eyes, yet for some reason it felt like he couldn’t do it either.  

Kun was just staring at his hands as he twiddled his thumbs.

“Let’s hop right in, shall we?” Ten suggested.

Kun and you stayed silent while Ten continued.

“Kun, I think you should tell y/n about what happened the night you two met.”

Your head lifted up, curious about what Ten meant.  

Kun took a deep breath and looked up at both Ten and you.  

“Take your time,” Ten instructed.  

“We have all the time in the world.”

Kun’s gaze left yours and returned back to his hands.  

Taking one last breath, Kun began relaying the events of that night.

“The night we met, before you had run into me, I had just left a hotel.”

You did your best to hold back any surprise from showing. You could tell that whatever Kun was about to tell you would be hard for him, so you didn’t want any judgement to show in your features.  

“I started questioning my sexuality a few months before that night and I didn’t really understand what was going on with me. I had always known I liked women, but I had started noticing these feelings of attraction whenever I was around a certain kind of guy. I didn’t really understand what these feelings were because no one ever really talked about how bisexuality was a thing, so I was afraid that I was turning gay.”

You nodded as Kun explained.

“One night, a friend of mine told me that if I really wanted to understand these feelings, I should go out and explore them, so I went to a gay bar. At the bar, I met this guy who told me his name was Winwin because he’d always ‘win win.’ It was a horrible line, but I recognized that he was Chinese from his accent, so I kept talking to him. It comforting having someone who I could talk to in Chinese, especially given how foreign everything else in that bar felt. I guess I also got a little carried away and had a few too many drinks hoping they would calm my nerves. I wasn’t drunk, but I was definitely not sober which is probably why when Winwin asked me to go to a hotel with him, I said yes.”

Kun looked back up at you, checking your reaction before going on.  

“When we got to the room, I didn’t know what to expect, but I didn’t really have time to think about it before Winwin started kissing me and taking his clothes off. It wasn’t until we were both naked that I had the guts to tell him that I had never had sex with a man before. I remember that when I told him, he took a step back. After a few seconds of awkward silence, he told me that he would be extra gentle with stretching me out and that he would go slowly until I got used to it. Of course, I was confused but when I asked what he meant, he just told me that he had never topped an anal virgin before but that he would try to make it as painless as possible. That was when I realized that Winwin expected me to be the bottom, something I definitely was not comfortable with, but Winwin had told me that he was solely a top. I didn’t know what to do at that point and looking back, Winwin probably would have understood if I had just told him I wasn’t comfortable being the bottom, but in that moment, I felt like had to do whatever it took to figure out what my feelings towards men were... so I agreed.”

Kun was trembling slightly but his continued his story. You wanted to reach out towards him, but it didn’t feel right to interrupt his story at this point.  

“It was painful, but that wasn’t what made it so horrible. It was like my masculinity was being taken from me and I didn’t know how I was supposed to feel. I left the hotel room as soon as Winwin fell asleep and was planning to go home when I ran into you. I know I should have felt bad for you since you had obviously been crying, but if I’m being honest, I was comforted by the fact that someone else was having a night just as bad as mine, which is why I invited you to coffee.”

The room stayed silent for minutes after Kun finished his story. Neither Ten nor you felt comfortable having the first word after hearing Kun go over the events from that night.

“I guess I didn’t want to tell you because I didn’t know how you would react to hearing about my sexuality and also... I haven’t really been able to feel confident in myself as a man after what happened with Winwin.”

“You see Y/N? It’s not that Kun isn’t attracted to you, it’s that Kun has been doubting himself ever since that night, not just sexually but he’s been doubting everything about himself in general,” Ten explained.  

You had felt horrible. After all this time, you thought that you were to blame for your sex life but really, your boyfriend was going through something and you had no idea whatsoever. You had to say something.

“Kun, I don’t care that you’re bisexual. I love you.”

“I know it’s stupid because being bisexual/gay or bottoming doesn’t make anyone less of a man, but it’s different when it’s yourself, you know?” Kun sighed.  

You took a deep breath before responding.  

“Yeah, you’re right... It took years before I felt comfortable enough to admit that I was bisexual, even to myself.”

Kun’s gaze shot towards yours.  

“What?”  

“I’m bisexual, Kun. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you, but I was worried that you wouldn’t accept me if you knew.”

Kun got off of his chair and embraced you in his arms.

“What are you talking about? Of course, that wouldn’t change how I felt towards you!”

“Ahem,” Ten coughed.  

Kun released his hold on you to look at Ten.

“So, you’re saying that Y/N being bisexual doesn’t change how you feel about her, and I know for a fact that my bisexuality doesn’t bug you either, so why would your being bisexual change how she sees you?” Ten pointed out.

“Wow, it really sounds stupid when you phrase it like that,” Kun commented.

“It’s not stupid, Kun. Everyone goes through it. Insecurities don’t have to be logical, but you do.” Ten responded.  

“Now that Y/N knows and accepts you, you need to work on getting over your fears about how people will respond to you being bi or having bottomed. Oh, and by the way, you can be a bottom and still be a top,” Ten lectured.  

“Although you are 100% a top,” he added.

“How can you tell?” you asked.

Ten turned to Kun, looking him up and down.

“Oh, I can just tell,” he chuckled.  

“I don’t know if that was an insult or a compliment,” Kun muttered.

“And what are you?” you asked.

“Wouldn’t you like to know?” Ten winked.  

Kun laughed before turning back to you.

“How could I have not noticed that you were bi?” he asked.  

“Same way that I couldn’t tell that you were,” you shrugged.

“How long have you known?” Kun inquired.

“Since I was a teenager. I’ve always known that I was attracted to feminine qualities, but I wasn’t able to admit that I liked women until I was in college. If I’m being honest, when I first saw Ten, I kind of thought he was a bisexual’s wet dream.”

Kun and Ten shot glances at each other.

“What do you mean?” Kun hesitated.

“Kun, I love you and I will always be loyal to you, but Ten is so pretty and so androgynous looking that I didn’t know whether I was jealous of him or wanted to fuck him.”

I turned to Ten.

“No offense.”

“No offense taken,” He smirked.

“I know I should probably feel jealous hearing that my girlfriend thought my roommate was hot, but... since we’re being honest...” Kun started,

“What? No way!” you raved, watching your boyfriend rub the back of his neck in embarrassment.  

Kun smiled awkwardly in response while Ten looked like he was in the middle of a mental breakdown.

“What can I say? You’re a good-looking guy. Some might even say a bisexual’s wet dream,” Kun offered.

Ten’s eyes were bulged, and he tried to look anywhere but at you or Kun.  

“Well then, I guess you both are going to be alright after all,” Ten coughed still avoiding eye contact.  

“You know Kun, I wouldn’t mind you exploring your sexuality while we’re together,” you commented.

“What? Really?” Kun exclaimed.

“Yeah, as long as you’re happy and honest with me, I wouldn’t mind you having sex with other people, as long as I get to meet them, and they understood what was going on.”

“What do you mean?” Kun asked.

“Well... this might be super inappropriate...” you explained turning towards Ten.

“but I really wouldn’t mind if Ten wanted to join us every once in a while.”

Ten’s eyes looked like they were about to pop out of his skull as the panic in him increased.  

“I-I umm....”

“Maybe I read it wrong, but it seemed as though you were watching us with something more than just psychological curiosity in your eyes,” you smirked, enjoying how the confident Ten, was panicking like a child who had been caught stealing a cookie from the cookie jar.  

Kun glanced at Ten who kept stuttering trying to come up with an excuse.  

“You know, looking back on it, you didn’t really give us that much direction. Wanna try again?” Kun teased having regained his confidence.  

After seeing both you and Kun smirking at him, Ten quickly realized what was going on.  

“Fine, I’m up for anything. You aren’t my clients after all, but are you sure that you both know what you’re getting yourselves into?” He taunted having suddenly lost all trace of the panic he had been drowning in only a moment ago.

You and Kun gulped in unison having suddenly lost your feelings of confidence.  

“Oh, come on now, you two. Cat got your tongues?” Ten challenged, lighting a fire in Kun.

“I’m ready if you are,” Kun told Ten in a voice too mischievous for your liking before they both turned to face you.

What had you gotten yourself into?

Kun quickly stood up and grabbed your chin with one hand, the other slowly moving down your back.  

“Hey, Ten?” Kun quirked, his eyes never leaving yours.

“Yes?”  

“What were the things that Y/N checked yes to on her consent form?”  

You didn’t need to see Ten to hear the smirk in his voice.

“Impact play, choking, gagging, punishment play, marking, bondage, being dominated, light humiliation, slight masochism, the list goes on. It looks like we have a little slut on our hands. Oh! And look at this. Exhibitionism? Tsk tsk tsk. No wonder she was so open to having me here tonight,” Ten cooed.

“I-I um, AH!” Before you could explain yourself, Kun had lifted you into his arms and was carrying you back to the bed.  

Ten slowly strutted towards you both, only drawing further attention to his catlike walk.  

“Do you want this, Y/N?” Ten asked, slowly licking his lips.

You found yourself struggling to answer. You were so caught off guard by this sudden change in power dynamics but that only excited you. The thought of having both of them together seemed so unreal but you couldn’t imagine letting this opportunity pass you by.  

You nodded.

“Y-ye-”

“Use your words, baby girl,” Kun instructed.  

“Y-yes, I want it.”

“Wow, Kun. I knew your girlfriend was kinky from the way she screamed your name earlier, but I had no idea she’d be this... Well, this excited,” Ten taunted.

“I know. Such a dirty girl, wanting to be with two men at the same time.”

“What do you think we should do first?” Ten pondered, tapping his fingers on his cheek in a thinking gesture.

“What would the professional suggest we do? It’s only fair that we follow the expert’s instruction.”  

“Hmmm...” Ten hummed as he took the spot next to you on the bed.

“Well, we can’t do much fully clothed, now can we?” he laughed.

“I was thinking the same thing,” Kun growled as he pinned you onto the bed.  

Ten stayed seated as he watched Kun do everything but rip your clothes off.  

As soon as the cool air hit your skin, your body trembled under the eyes of the two men. It wasn’t the first time either of them had seen you naked, but this time felt different. You tried to cover your breasts with the satin duvet, only for Kun to pull you out from underneath it by your legs. You let out a small gasp as your upper body hit the bed.  

“Don’t be rude baby girl, I went through all of that trouble to undress you just so you could hide that beautiful body of yours from our guest?”

“Isn’t it time you teach your girlfriend some manners, Kun?” Ten suggested, biting his bottom lip.

He couldn’t help but wear a hungry expression as his eyes grazed over your exposed frame.  

“You’re right.”

Kun lifted his own shirt over his head and there wasn’t much that you could do to stop yourself from staring and by the looks of it, neither could Ten.  

“You don’t mind if Y/N and I test out the therapy you’ve given us, right?” Kun asked, more flirtatious than serious.  

“Please do,” Ten answered, amused by the scene unfolding in front of him.

“Don’t worry, you’ll get your turn with both of us,” Kun assured, taking off his jeans.

He was calm yet he was barely able to hold back his excitement and so were his boxers from the looks of it.

You didn’t have time to feel any relief from seeing the tent in your boyfriend’s boxers since all you could think about was how good his hands felt as his fingers dug into the flesh of your thighs. You let a squeal fall past your mouth.  

“What’s wrong baby girl? We haven’t even gotten started and yet you’re already squealing under my touch?”

Kun loved seeing you wriggle underneath him as he trapped your body underneath his. His hands moved from your thighs up your stomach, past your breasts and stopped when they reached yours. His fingers interlocked with yours as he lowered himself onto you. His face hovered above yours for a brief second, his eyes staring into yours. The thought, “he looks hungry” was the only thing that crossed your mind before he dived into the crook of your neck.  

His lips caressed your skin, and nothing could take away the pleasure of having his teeth sink into your sweet spot.  

“K-kun,” you half whimpered half moaned his name.  

You opened your eyes to see Ten looking down at you as Kun attacked your neck with his mouth. He watched in amusement knowing fully well that you didn’t have the power to turn away from him. You could only close your eyes, but you didn’t even know if you could do that. Ten’s eyes were hypnotic. They locked with yours and although you were intimidated, you didn’t want him to look away.  

“Are you enjoying yourself Y/N?” he asked prompting Kun to remove his lips from your neck.  

Kun smiled in at the sight of your bruised neck. He could make out the outline of his teeth marks in your darkening skin. He wiped the saliva from his lips and brought his hand to your mouth.  

“If you’re not going to answer, then why don’t you use that mouth of yours for something more useful?” Kun growled as his thumb entered your mouth. He moved his index finger under your chin and pressed his thumb onto your tongue, forcing you to look up at him. You tried to turn away only for him to press harder.

Kun let out an amused chuckle. He didn’t mind if you fought back a little bit especially since he knew how willing you were.  

“How bad do you want him, Y/N? How bad do you want Kun’s cock in your mouth?” Ten taunted.

You tried to answer him, but your words came out muffled and gargled from the pressure on your tongue.

“Tho bag,” you tried.

“What did you say?” Ten quirked slyly.

“I wanit tho bag,” you repeated.

“I’m sorry, I can’t understand what the little slut is saying,” he continued.  

“Hmmm, well I guess she doesn’t want it,” Kun smirked.  

“Only good girls get to suck on daddy’s cock.”

“Daddy?” Ten laughed, almost ruining the mood.  

“What?” Kun demanded accusingly.

“What’s wrong?”

“Oh nothing, I just never pegged you for the daddy type,” Ten mocked.  

“I’m just doing it because it was on her sheet,” Kun explained.

“Umm, no it wasn’t,” Ten cracked up.

“Shut up. Yeah it was.”

“I’m pretty sure it wasn’t, daddy!”  

There was a teasing whine in Ten’s voice as he jokingly called Kun daddy.

Kun’s grip on your jaw stayed firm as his left hand shot towards Ten’s. Currently gripping both of your jawlines Kun flashed Ten a devious look.  

Ten had suddenly fallen silent and looked almost fearful as Kun stared into his soul.  

“Cat got your tongue?” Kun taunted, repeating the phrase Ten had used earlier that night.  

Ten looked down before returning to meet Kun’s almond shaped eyes with his big round ones.  

“Sorry, daddy,” he mused, having started cracking up again.  

Kun rolled his eyes and turned back to you.  

“How about you?” he asked, releasing his hold on your jawline.  

“No, daddy.”

Both Kun and Ten looked at you in surprise.

All humor had left Ten’s face and a grin had made its way onto Kun’s.

You didn’t know why, you had never thought about calling any man daddy, not even your actual father, but for some reason when the word fell past your lips... it felt... right. It was like the word was made for him and him alone.  

Kun stood up from the bed. That one little word was all it took to have him pulling you up by the arm and pushing you down in front of him. Falling to your knees, your hands found themselves grabbing his thighs in order to keep you from going too far forward. Finding your composure, you looked up at Kun and then towards Ten expecting words of approval.

“Ah ah ah,” Kun tsked, grabbing a fist full of your hair and turning your face away from the raven-haired man who was still sitting on the bed.  

“Don’t look to him for permission. I’m the one who daddy’s little girl needs to get permission from, got it?”  

You nodded in agreement only for the grip on your hair to get tighter.

“Ah! I mean, yes, daddy.”  

“Good girl. Now what did you need permission for?”  

“C-can I suck daddy’s cock?”  

Kun paused before answering.  

“Hmm. I don’t know. I don’t think you really deserve my cock. After all, you haven’t exactly been the most well-behaved little girl, now have you?”

“Please, daddy! Please let me suck your cock,” you pleaded starting to blush from being the only one in the room fully naked.

Kun bent down so that he was at your level before harshly pinching one of your breasts with his thumb and index finger.  

You let out a yelp.  

“What do you think, Ten? Has Y/N been good enough to deserve my cock?”

“Oh, she deserves it alright, but I don’t think it’s from being good,” Ten responded.

“I think that that she’s been acting too much like a whore this evening and deserves a big punishment.”

Kun grinned deviously at Ten’s suggestion. Standing back up, Kun slid his boxers down his built thighs.

“Open,” he commanded.

You did as you were told, not expecting it when Kun slammed his entire length down past your lips. You stifled a gag as he hit the back of your throat.  

Kun’s moans filled the room as he thrust himself into your mouth.  

“Oh god, Y/N,” he softly panted.

You had blown Kun several times before but tonight, with everything that had happened, Kun was fully hard and you struggled to keep your mouth opened wide enough to take him in all at once. You could feel the tears starting to well up in your eyes as he started to thrust faster. You weren’t able to react when a pair of hands grabbed yours and held them behind your back.  

A pair of lips found themselves tracing your shoulders. Ten had managed to keep your hands restrained with one hand while the other explored your body. The soft caresses were more than enough to bring your attention to the building wetness that had started dripping down your folds. Once his teeth buried themselves into your nape the vibrations from your whines only worked to bring Kun closer to the edge.  

“Ah, god! Fuck!"  

A string of curses fell past Kun’s plump lips as thick ropes of cum poured down your throat. You struggled to swallow it all especially as Kun continued to shakily thrust down your abused throat.  

Removing himself from your mouth, Kun admired the strings of saliva and cum that still connected his cock to your lips. Seeing your fucked-out face made him worry about having maybe been too rough with his little princess but the way you licked your lips and stuck out your tongue, revealing to him that you managed to swallow every bit of his seed only made him want to be even rougher. He would also be the first to admit that he loved watching his roommate restrain his girlfriend’s hands as he fucked her face. Just the thought of it made him hard again.

Kun gave you little time to rest before he hoisted you back up onto the bed.  

You prepared yourself for what was coming next, but you were surprised when Kun had listed Ten up as well. Kun desperately smashed his lips onto Ten’s. Their first kiss was a sloppy mess of teeth and tongue but that didn’t stop them. Kun lifted Ten’s shirt over his head and arms revealing the soft but toned muscles underneath. He looked exactly like how you would have expected him to, fit but still feminine. He wasn’t as muscular as Kun in the least, but he didn’t have to be. His body was alluring in its own way. You had the insatiable urge to touch it, to feel his skin’s softness for your own but Kun was already engulfing his petite frame, leaving a trail of marks from him neck to where Kun was currently struggling to unfasten Ten’s belt.  

You watched as Kun practically tore Ten’s jeans from his lower body. Ten smirked almost sassily as Kun reached his boxers. You were actually surprised to see Ten’s length, you expected it to be smaller than Kun’s massiveness, but to say he wasn’t gifted would be far from the truth.  

Kun didn’t hesitate in touching Ten’s body in the slightest which was relieving to see, but you couldn’t focus on the progress your boyfriend had made in only one night since what was happening in front of you was way too hot to think about anything else.  

Kun licked a long strip going from the base of Ten’s cock to the head before taking the tip into his mouth. Kun swirled his tongue around knowing that in the past, he always enjoyed it when you did the same to him.  

Ten groaned softly, letting Kun know that he was enjoying the action. Before Kun could take Ten’s length further into his mouth, Ten brushed his hand over his cheek.  

“Small steps, okay?” Ten whispered.

Kun nodded before Ten sat up against the bed frame.  

They both turned to you, their shared smirks informing you that your short break had come to an end.  

“Uh oh,” you gulped almost afraid of the inherent lust that filled their gazes.  

Their eyes drifted over your nervous figure. Your disheveled state only added to their wanting.  

Ten couldn’t help but think of this as one of the most beautiful sights he had ever laid eyes on. He could only Imagine what you would look like bouncing on Kun’s thick cock, but Kun had his own plans.

Kun grabs your waist and instructs you to turn over. With your arms keeping your body steady and your ass up, Kun positions himself at your entrance. Soft mewls escape your mouth as he rubs the head of his cock against your clit only dipping far enough past your folds to wet the tip.  

You whine in frustration at his teasing actions only to earn a harsh slap on your ass.

“Aaahhh,” you hissed, feeling a mixture of pain and pleasure.

The stinging sensations that lingered only added to the aching you felt. The need to be filled was almost overwhelming, yet you knew complaining would only prolong your feelings of emptiness.

“Please, Kun,” you whimper.  

“Please what?”

“Please fuck me,” you begged.

Kun paused, reveling in your needy state.

“Please Kun. I need you. I need you inside of me. I want to feel you. I’ll do anything. Please!”

“Hmmm. I don’t know,” he mused.

Desperate to feel any form of relief, your hand snaked its way to your twitching womanhood, only for Ten to pull both of your arms out from under you, your face now pressed into the pillow. Kun lands yet another slap onto your ass, this one stinging more than the first.  

“Wanna try that again sweetheart?” Kun asked, almost daring you to defy him, to see what would happen if you did.  

“Your breathing was uneven. The frustration was starting to take over.

“Please, Kun. Please!” you cried, tears starting to fall down your cheeks.  

Kun felt conflicted. One on hand, he hated to see his baby girl cry, but on the other, he had never seen you this needy for his cock before.  

Without any warning, Kun slammed his entire length into your tight cunt. Your mind, which had been going crazy out of frustration, was now more fragmented and useless than you had ever thought possible.

Kun’s nails dug into the bright red marks that were covering your ass cheeks. Ten groaned at the sight of you turning into a moaning mess as Kun fucked you in front of him, your tits bouncing wildly with each thrust. It was all too much for him, he had seen some kinky shit, but just the thought of getting to have a turn with you both made everything feel so much more elated. He couldn’t help himself.

“Come on Kun, is that all you got?” Ten teased.  

“I thought you were daddy Kun, not mommy Kun!”

Motivated by Ten’s playful words, Kun picked you up by your arms and moved both of your bodies so that you were lying on top of Kun while he continued to thrust into you even harder. Your moans which had not been quiet in the least had suddenly turned into a mixture of whimpers and screams.

“How does it feel, Y/N?” Ten asked, now focusing on you.  

His voice was innocent but the look on his face could have gone come from a demon.

“How does it feel being fucked by daddy’s cock?”

“I-it... it feels.”

“He asked you a question, baby girl. Answer it,” Kun ordered, increasing intensity.  

The sound of his skin slapping into yours should have been enough to wake any possible neighbors even with the soundproof walls, but you didn’t care. Your mind was gone at this point, but your voice was anything but. Fireworks filled the pit of your stomach and your arousal was dripping down your thighs, covering Kun’s cock with your essence. Nothing could you stop you from reaching your high except Kun stopping. You knew you needed to answer him, but you didn’t know if you were even capable of doing so. The closer you got to your release the farther gone you felt. Even if it took all of your energy, you knew what you had to do.  

That was.. until Ten had positioned himself in between your and Kun’s legs. You were unaware of this sudden change in position until Ten’s tongue met your clit. An electric shock moved through you as Ten started bobbing his head so that he could lick both you and Kun simultaneously.  

“IT FEELS.... SO G-”

The insane amounts of pleasure clouded your mind and you swore you could see stars. You couldn’t tell if you were screaming or silent and you didn’t care. Let the neighbors hear. Let the whole world hear how amazing you feel.  

The last sensations you remembered was the uncontrollable shaking of your body and the black dots that filled your vision.  

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"Y/N? Y/N? Are you okay? Can you hear me?”

Your eyes opened to see both Kun and Ten staring down at you.  

“W-what happened?”  

“You passed out,” Ten answered matter of factly.

Kun, who looked significantly more worried than Ten, took you in for a hug.  

“Oh thank god, you’re alright.”

“I told you she would be fine. This kind of thing happens all the time. You know, you should really be more proud and less worried,” Ten sighed, handing you a bottle of water from the bar fridge.  

“Thank you,” you mouthed to Ten.  

“Are you sure you’re okay baby girl? I’ll take you to the hospital, just say the word.”

“I’m fine, Kun. I’m just tired. What happened after I passed out?”

“This one freaked out,” Ten relayed, pointing at Kun.

“He was so worried, he though he broke you with his dick even though, if anything, I broke you with my tongue.”

“You didn’t finish without me?”

Ten and Kun shared a smile before turning back to me.

“Of course not,” Kun assured.

“Yeah to be honest, it would be kind of weird if we kept going with you passed out on the bed,” Ten joked.

“I’m so sorry,” you apologized.

“Don’t be,” Ten laughed.

“We made a lot of progress tonight and besides, anything we didn’t do tonight we can explore next time.”

“Next time?” you and Kun asked in unison.

Ten’s smile faltered slightly.

“Oh, sorry. I guess I just assumed.”

“No!” Kun and you shouted.

“We would love for there to be a next time,” Kun mumbled, having suddenly become shy.

“That is... if you’ll have us,” you finished.  

Ten put his hand to his chin as if he were seriously thinking about it.

Neither you nor Kun could help but feel anxiety awaiting his response.  

“Yeah sure, why not?” Ten answered finally.  

You wrapped your arms around Ten and pulled him back onto the bed with you and Kun.  

“I mean it wasn’t that bad, I guess. Kun could have performed a bit better,” Ten taunted as Kun punched him in the arm.

“Ow! What was that for?”

“Nothing,” Kun smirked before wrapping his arms around the two most important people in his life.  

[thekillingjoke-haha]

Did You Purr?!

- Supernatural & Marvel Bingo, Spnquotebingo

Squares: Wing/Grace Kink and Quote-GoodOmens

Paring: Jack Kline x Reader

Warnings?: Fluff, Father Son bonding, Lucifer being fatherly, Wing/Grace Kink, Soulmates(mentioned), me trying to flirt.

A/n: Reader doesn’t live at the bunker all the time[She lives off campus of her collage]. This one-shot is shorter then the others,but respecting the rules of the bingo card there won’t be any nsfw content.

Annoying pain or a itch that couldn't be scratched is how Jack described it. He asked Sam and Dean about it,but they were no help. Planning to ask Cas and he was unavailable. Jack had one final option go to his father to ask him what's wrong with his body.

Lucifer met his son a state over in a retro fashioned dinner. Together they sat in a both a milkshake in front of the young nephilim. "So you said you had a problem with your body?" The archangel said not quite ready for the 'Your going through changes talk'. "Yes. There’s been this unbearable pain in my back that's just been getting worse each time I "'teleport'" as Dean put it." He said as he slipped the cold dairy beverage.

"Oh thank you father!" He said with a sigh as he held his chest. "It's just your wings. When was the last time you groomed them?" Lucifer asked his son. "They need to be groomed?" The boy asked confused. The devil ran a hand down his face that stupid angel that's watching over his son couldn't even teach him basic knowledge. "Yes you need someone to groom them every two weeks."

Jack looked up at his father. "Can you do it?" He asked making the pour fallen angel choke on the air he didn't need to breath. After calming the coughing fit. "No! That's a very intimate thing. Only specialized angels or Soulmates are allowed to do that." He said. "So like Y/n?" The boy said, his father's eyebrows raised and a smirk played on his lips. "Y/n,Y/n Winchester? Is your soulmate?!" He asked with interest. Jack nodded his head his father. "She said she was the only one that could see my wings and Cas told me that we were soulmates." Jack stated. "Well why are you still sitting around here for got to her!" Lucifer said raising his arms. "She's across country on a solo hunt and I don’t think I can fly that far like this." The nephilim said. Lucifer stood up and grabbed his son by the arm dragging him outside. "Hold on tight don’t want to drop you in a random state." With that they were gone only think left was the milkshake and a couple Bill's.

They appeared outside a motel where a F/c '67 Shelby sat outside. The father and son duo walked to the motel room that radiated with her presence. Lucifer rises his sons hand and high fives him patting his shoulder. "Have fun. Heard that Winchester's are quite dominant in the bedroom." The man hummed. Jack turned to ask what he meant,but his father was gone. Knocking on the door it only took a minute for the door to creak open before it was open completely. The youngest Winchester stood in a large flannel that could be a hammy down and short sleep shorts covered by the button up. Her hair was frizzy and her eyes were drowsy,but her body was tense and her hand held on tightly to the demon blade. Y/n relaxed when she realized who was in font of her. "Jack what are you doing here?" She asked as she let him in rubbing her eyes. "And what's wrong with your wings ?!" Her voice held shock as her eyes widened at the sight the normally golden wings were a dark brown,patches of hard leather like skin were exposed and shedding feathers fell all over the floor.

"That's what I wanted to talk about." The young nephilim said as he stood in front of her pain etched on his face. "I need help grooming my wings." Jack said bluntly. The youngest Winchester just starred at him confused before nodding. "Yeah? Yeah. Of course just sit on the bed." She told him as she went to lock the door again. "Do you know how to do this?" Y/n asked as he shook his head with a sigh she went to grab her phone to search up how to groom bird wings. Close enough right? Going around the motel room she got the supplies she needed and sat behind Jack placing the warm water and towel aside. “If it hurts tell me,babe.” She said as she uses the now moist towel to clean the wings as feathers fell on the bed, the grim was thick,but after awhile the now with a dirty bowel of water and washed wings things were looking better. “How you feel?” Y/n asked her boyfriend. “They feel lighter,but still a bit heavy.” Jack said shacking his wings out.

Reaching forward she ran her hand through a patch of large wings causing him to stiffen and the once slicked wings to fluff out. Combing her fingers the lose and decaying dirt brown feathers fell out and Y/n went to the base in in between his shoulder blades and she froze when a unexpected sound  came out of Jack that shocked them both.”D-did you just purr?” She asked confused and blushing. He didn’t respond as his flushed face looked straight ahead. Not slowing down her movement she continued as her angel purred silently trying to stiffly it as much as possible. Y/n was finished within half a hour,but Jack didn’t seem to notice as she got of the bed and started to clean up. “Jack?” She said snapping her fingers pulling him from his sleepy daze. “All done,sweetheart.” He stood up and wrapped his arms around her waist his face resting in the crook of her neck. “Guess Ill get out of your hair and let you finish the hunt.” He said as he was about to fly off when she held onto his forearm stopping him in his tracks.

“I’m actually almost wrapped up with this hunt and I’ll be heading back to my apartment. So after I’m done here you can stay at my place, if you like.” She with a smile leading him to the door. He stepped over the threshold as she kissed him goodbye leaning to his ear to whisper something. “By the way...I like it when you purred might have to find out what other sounds you can make.” With a signature Winchester smirk she closed the door leaving the poor nephilim shell shock and a blushing mess. Turning around he saw his father standing there with a cheesy grin as he gave his son a thumbs up. “Sounds like a date?” He teased his son as they both left the dingy motel with out a trace.

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Almost done! Just need to come up with ideas!!!

[writingtoforgetreality]

Another angel on earth (Lucifer Morningstar x Daughter!Reader)

[Lucifer-Masterlist]

Summary: You were the daughter of Lucifer but had never met him. God decided to keep you in heaven but your birthday was approaching which meant that you were finally able to make your own decisions. You had always dreamed of visiting earth & that was exactly what you were going to do.

Words: 3,386

Warnings: language (what’s new), God being an asshole (no offense), naïve reader but pls accept it for the sake of this story, fluff, (Y/A) = your age, (Y/F/O) = your favorite outfit, (Y/E) = your eye color

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You were (Y/N), an angel in heaven, the daughter of Lucifer. You had never seen your father, though, because God told you that it would not be convenient. Honestly, you had never been too eager about meeting your actual dad. He was the devil, to say the least. God & a lot of other angels had told you the story about why he got casted out of heaven. Did you really believe that story? You were not sure either. All you knew was that, no matter how much of a paradise heaven was, you hated being there.

“You know, (Y/N), it’s nothing new that someone tells me they don’t like heaven but trust me when I tell you: You’re not ready to face the harsh reality.” God managed to put that into your head from the very beginning on. Yet, you hated staying in heaven, you hated most of the angels there & most of all, you hated God. Yes, the oh so mighty God himself. You just did not understand how he wanted to keep you with him & the others at all costs. So you did all you could do at the moment: you stayed silent, watched humanity and waited. Humanity had always been fascinating to you. How they lived so freely without any restrictions whatsoever. You were jealous of them, wanting to live as carefree as most of them seemed.

There was one rule in heaven, one God decided was necessary for his followers. As soon as someone turned (Y/A), you were able to leave heaven, without having anyone to tell you any differently. You would reach that age in 2 days. Two more days until you were finally free. You could not wait anymore, it had been so long. God knew nothing about your plan yet. He assumed that, after everything, you would be staying up there your entire life. But because you were sick of all his rules, you decided you would be leaving right after your birthday. Would God hate you for doing so? Definitely. Did you care? Absolutely not.

You had always been a little different compared to the other angels. And while none of them ever said it to your face, you had overheard them saying it was because of your father. How the hell were you supposed to be like your dad when you had not even met him yet? You probably will never meet him. The devil himself was in hell, obviously, & you had no desire to pay hell a visit. The stories you had heard about that place were not exactly pleasing.

Finally, the time had come. A few more minutes & you would be able to leave heaven & start over. What city would you visit first? Paris seemed nice. Maybe London. Or maybe you would take a look around LA. Something had always felt right about LA, something you could not quite understand. Maybe you would after staying there for a couple days. Being an angel was nice, especially when you teleported yourself from one place to another. Suddenly, three angels & God stormed into your chambers. They scared you, they only ever rushed when it was something very important.

“You’re leaving?” God locked at you, shock written over his features.

“How do you know? It’s not like I ever talked about it…” you were so confused. You did not say anything purposely so how did he find out?

“I’m God, (Y/N).” he stated matter of factly. To that, you rolled your eyes.

“So? What do you wanna do? I’m (Y/A) now. You can’t tell me shit, big guy.” you were crazy for talking to THE God like that but on the other side, he knew your personality, he knew how you acted when you were mad. Yes, you were an asshole but you were totally fine with that.

“I thought you’d stay after everything. Where do you wanna go? There’s no other place for you, (Y/N), you belong here.” he pleaded. Why did he want you to stay so badly? Over the years, there had been quite a lot angels who decided to leave heaven. Why was it different with you?

“You & I both know that I don’t owe you an answer anymore. Why do you care anyway? Just let me leave for fuck’s sake.” the anger flashed through your eyes. Maybe they turned a tiny bit red but you were not sure. Your eyes only turned red when you were mad, REALLY mad.

“Language.” he mumbled. He did not like your use of words but that was something he never got out of you, it was part of you. “Yes, but you & I both know that I am God so I am going to find out.”

“I don’t give a shit. You can’t tell me anything anymore. I’m finally free & nobody will be able to stop me from going.” you stated confidently.

“Sure, go ahead. I know you’re going to come back on your knees, begging to live in heaven again & you know what? I will let you in. Tell you I knew better. Go, try it. See you soon then.” and with that, he and the other angels were gone.

“Asshole.” you whispered. You knew you were ready & God did not scare you with his words. It was time, your mind was set. The adventure was about to begin.

 ~arriving in LA~

The city was massive. Watching from up there & actually being there were two completely different things. So many people, huge buildings, so much to see. You absolutely loved it. The first thing you did after arriving was going shopping. Heaven’s attire was not really fitting for LA. In the shop, you had asked an employee to help you find the most basic outfit for this city. After about an hour, you left the shop with (Y/F/O) & you felt amazing. If this was what you had missed all this time then you truly had to curse God. Your gut feeling told you that this was the right decision & you spent the entire day just walking around, watching everything & everyone. Your advantage was that you had always been a bit more like humans than angels. Why? You had no idea but it came in handy, right now.

The sun started setting & that was when you realized that you still did not have any place to sleep for the night. Money was not a problem, heaven always had money. No one cared about it so you took a good amount before starting your trip. A hotel would do just fine. The only problem was that you did not have an idea where the next one was located. A phone would be nice but that was something that had not bothered you until now. The city was huge & there were tons of hotels but it was getting darker & darker & you had to admit that LA is quite scary late at night. There were more important things to think of right now, so back to the topic. You started walking further & further into the city, hoping a hotel would be near. Unfortunately, fate was not on your side. The streets became darker, the buildings terrifying. It was pitch black & it felt like you had been walking for hours. Wherever you were, it did not feel safe at all.

A few minutes later, you saw headlights approaching. They blinded your vision, only being used to the dark. Maybe you should ask the driver about a nearby hotel. What if the driver wanted to kill you, though? Your questions got answered by the black car, that got to a halt right in front of you. Your heart started racing. Yes, you were an angel but you were not sure if you could defend yourself. Your strength was not that good.

“Well, hello sweetheart. Aren’t you a bit young to walk these streets by your own at this time?” you were met with a man with dark hair who had a smirk on his face. Usually, you would run away but something about this stranger felt familiar so you just kept staying at the side walk.

“I’m (Y/A) & honestly, it wasn’t my intention to walk around here. I’m actually looking for a hotel nearby. Do you know where the next one is?” hearing your voice, you were kind of shocked. You sounded very uncertain, a bit nervous even. Your usual goofy & sarcastic self was gone.

“What’s your name, sweetie?” his voice was calming. It made you trust him without really knowing him. Weird.

“(Y/N).”

“(Y/N), hm, pretty name.” he hesitated for a bit, his face unreadable, before he spoke up again. “The next hotel is quite far away, you won’t be able to walk all the way. But I have an alternative. Hop in?” he looked at me suggestive. His dark eyes looked right into mine. Something about these eyes felt like…home? Maybe it was too late to think straight but you actually got inside his car. Tired of walking, tired of everything, you just wanted to get into a bed as soon as possible.

“Thank you. Hey, I never asked for your name.” your confidence started growing again, now that you were in this stranger’s car. To your defense, you genuinely did not feel like he was a stranger to you.

He darted his eyes from the road to take a look at you before he answered. “I’m Lucifer. Lucifer Morningstar.”

That made you snap your gaze toward him. People were weird. Why would anyone name their child Lucifer, like the devil? Okay, maybe his parents were responsible & it was just a stage name? But still, who would be okay with being called like the devil? Maybe he was just joking & wanted to make you laugh. So you did.

“The devil, huh? Funny enough, I’m actually the daughter of the devil.” you smirked. That was fun. It was hilarious when you could talk to a human being, tell them the truth & them just being clueless. You expected to hear him laugh, too, only to be met with an awkward silence. That made you look over to him. His face showed an emotion you could not quite read. Nothing else was said during the drive.

About 10 minutes later, we came to a halt in front of a very luxurious building. It looked like a night club. The hotels you knew definitely did not look like this but you left it uncommented. Without saying anything, the man exited the car, waiting for you to do the same. You actually felt bad for making him uncomfortable. It was not you intention, at all.

“Hey…Um, about earlier…I’m sorry, I guess I shouldn’t have said this. It was meant to be a joke. Sorry if I crossed a line.” you looked at him only to be faced with his back. He then turned around.

“It’s nothing, really. Just…got me thinking. It’s stupid, I shouldn’t have reacted that way. It was probably very weird & scary to be in a car with a stranger who doesn’t say a thing.” his smile looked forced but you still managed to shoot him back a real one.

“Thanks for driving. Where’s the hotel?”

“Actually, right here.” he turned toward the big neon sign that showed the letters “LUX”.

“Not to be rude but it looks more like a strip club.”

“That’s because it is one.” he smiled at you, this time a real smile.

“Now’s the time where I run for my life or what?” you laughed. Every normal human being would be scared as shit but not you. As you said, you felt safe in Lucifer’s presence. Maybe it was the fact that you always imagined your dad to be like that. Maybe it was the fact that he had the same name, you were not sure.

Entering the building, you were met with darkness everywhere. For a strip club, it sure was empty. Suddenly, someone grabbed you from behind & you could feel cold metal against your throat. Before you even had time to process what was happening you heard someone shout.

“STOP IT MAZIKEEN!.” for a second, you thought you could sport two red dots in the darkness but there was a knife attached to your throat. You clearly were not thinking straight. Light surrounded you & the grip on you loosened. Turning around, you saw a woman who looked badass (you had to give her that) & freaking scary.

“Who’s this? Isn’t she a bit too young for you?” she quirked an eyebrow.

“This girl was lost & on the search for a hotel & I didn’t wanna let her wander around alone, Maze.” Lucifer was more serious now.

“So you decided it would be a great idea to bring her here?” Maze definitely did not like you.

“Maybe I should go…” your voice was small.

“No! You’re not going out there alone again. Do you have an idea how dangerous LA can be for someone like you?” protecting you was not his job yet he felt the need to do so.

The three of you moved over to the bar where Maze offered you some sort of alcohol.

“I’m actually fine with water, thanks.” you smiled slightly.

“Boring.” she muttered.

Bringing you your water, she put a scotch in front of Lucifer. After that, she left the two of us alone.

“Tell me, what brings you here? Where are your parents?” he almost sounded concerned but maybe you were imagining things.

“Well, I ran away from home. I wasn’t really happy with my living conditions & with my…family. I decided it was time to explore the world a bit. LA is my first stop.” you took your words carefully. Not wanting to spill too much.

“So you’re telling me that you left your family behind, at (Y/A)? Without anything?”

“They were assholes. They wanted to keep me locked up for my entire life. I saw a chance & took it. It’s not that big of a deal.”

“It actually is but who am I to judge, right?” he let out a short laugh. “You know, my family threw me out so I think I kinda know how it feels like.” he took a big sip of his scotch, his face grimacing just slighty.

“Sorry to hear that. I don’t know if you can really say family because I have never met my dad, neither my mom. I just lived with a couple of people, assholes to be exact.” that made him laugh out loud. Why were you even telling him so much about yourself? He was a stranger, he did not feel like one but he was one still.

Your conversation went on for a little longer until you yawned & Lucifer realized that you must feel incredibly tired. He took you the elevator & after a short ride, you walked into an apartment that looked like a billionaire lived there. Lucifer led you to a sperate room, a guest room you assumed & told you he would be just a few rooms away if you needed him. He closed the door & you were alone again. Walking over to the bed, you noticed that you were not even tired anymore. Thinking Lucifer already went to sleep, you silently opened the door to the rest of the apartment. This place was huge & you wanted to take a look at it. That was until you saw the big terrace attached to the apartment. Walking over, your thoughts started wandering off. The cool breeze hit you & you started thinking about everything that had happened today. The conversation you had with Lucifer in his car was repeating itself over & over. What a coincidence that he was actually named Lucifer. He promised you that this was his real name & frankly, you believed him. Imagine he would be your dad, haha. Too bad that your father was in hell. Today, you realized that you were not unhappy in heaven, you were just desperate for a father figure. Why had God never let you meet him? Why had everyone always told you he was the bad guy? Even if he was…he was your dad.

Suddenly, a figure appeared right next to you & you were startled.

“Sorry, didn’t mean to scare you. What are you doing out here? Didn’t you say you were tired, sweetheart?” he looked at view. LA was pretty at night, at least from up here.

“Yeah, I was. Guess my mind is just a bit fucked up, you know?” you forced a small smile. Lucifer looked at you & waited until your eyes met his.

“Tell me, (Y/N), what is it that you desire?” he flashed you a smile, only to be met by your confusion.

“What, are you a therapist now?” laughing, you slowly shook your head. Lucifer looked at you like you were an alien. Techincally, you were. Just, another sort of alien.

“What did you just say?” usually his techniques worked on everyone. Why not on you?

“I don’t think I stuttered, did I?

“Who are you?” his eyes grew wider & wider. You just stared at him like he was completely insane. Inbetween laughter you said.

“Funny, really funny. Too much to drink? Drugs? Too long without sex?” you raised an eyebrow while saying the last part, messing with him. But he was completely petrified still. As far as Lucifer knew, his gift did not work on angels only. You were not an angel, were you? An angel who had the same name as his daughter he never met. No, this could not be.

“Are you an angel?” his voice was low, serious.

“I get that a lot actually.” your sarcastic personality becoming the best of you. “Usually the men are a bit younger, though, but I take it as a compliment.” you giggled.

“I wasn’t joking.” his dark eyes searched for your (Y/E) ones. You were met with absolute honesty, curiosity. Two people could play this game.

“Are you the devil?” not expecting anything from him, you were shocked that he answered almost too quickly.

“I am.” before you had time to respond, you saw his eyes turning red (so you did not imagine this earlier) & his face turning into his true form. Others would probably be terrified but to you, this was the best thing you had seen in your entire life. Tears started forming in your eyes. You hoped this was not a dream you would wake up from. When he turned back to normal, one of his hands moved to cup your cheek.

“Dad? Is that you? Is that really you?” you hiccuped.

“(Y/N)? Bloody hell…” & with that you went in for a hug. Now it made sense. Of course he felt familiar. You had not met him before but you were an angel, your gut feeling was never wrong.

A few moments later, he examined your face. His daughter, you, found him.

“How?” was all he could say.

“I turned (Y/A). The moment I did, I left heaven. God wanted to keep me, wanted to keep me from you. You have no idea how many people told me stories about you. I thought you were in hell?”

“Left it a while ago. Vacation in LA sounded more inviting.” he grinned & you let out a laugh.

“I can’t believe I found you. I wasn’t even looking for you, something told me that LA was the right choice.”

“You’re here now & you’re not leaving, are you?”

“Never. If you don’t mind me staying in your strip club of a hotel?”

“Not at all.”

You sure did not think your first day out of heaven would go like that but on the other hand, it was meant to be. Your dad, the big bad Lucifer, who definitely was an asshole (but so were you), was not the bad guy everybody had warned you about. He was everything you had ever imagined, dreamed of. You were his angel, literally, & you were finally with him. You were ready to start your new life, finally reunited with the only family you ever had: your dad, Lucifer Morningstar.

Published (06/01/2020) by Cathy

Tags: @malena-stark

[puckyeahobx]

in the middle of the party b*tch get off of me

a/n: here’s some jj for you guys....this is a personal favorite of mine and very much so inspired by the one tik tok he posted where he had handcuffs O.o

summary: y/n and jj go to college together and celebrate halloween at his frat house <3 sexiness ensues

warnings: nsfw duh 

It wasn’t that you thought JJ was dumb, but it was moreso that you thought JJ was focused on other things like fixing cars, finding the best weed in a fifty mile radius, and taking care of his friends. His criminal record also didn’t necessarily lend itself to an academic lifestyle either, now that you thought about it...but JJ had never ceased to amaze you as long as you had known him, so I guess you really should not have been shocked when he showed up on your doorstep with an acceptance letter to North Carolina State. He said it had nothing to do with you thinking of going there too, but you knew better. 

High school ending had really been freaking him out even if he had tried not to show it. His friends were the one thing that had kept him grounded all of these years and he wasn’t sure what would become of him once you all went your separate ways. Luckily, though, you ended up choosing NC State. They had the best program for your major out of everywhere you applied and had offered you a decent chunk of cash. It had nothing to do with JJ going there...obviously. 

Kie was at UNC Chapel Hill, Pope at Duke, and John B was on a gap year, trying to figure out what the hell he wanted to do, which left you and JJ to your own devices your freshman year. It was a big school and you both found groups of people you liked, JJ with his frat brothers (also a huge shock to you, but the guys in his frat were actually really cool and pretty pogue-like, he wouldn't be caught dead in a kook infested frat) and fellow social services majors, you with your roommates and friends from classes, but you two always ended up spending the most time with each other anyway. It didn’t take very long into your freshman year to realize that old habits really do die hard. Whether it was walking to class together, eating in the dining hall, studying in the library, you guys were always together. Sometimes your new friends joined you guys, but more often than not when you weren’t in your dorms you were alone together. This wasn’t an issue for you, of course. Just like the rest of the world, you had been into JJ since you first met him. And lately, through all the alone time and leaning on each other, it became clear that he might maybe feel the same way.

It was the small things like how his hand rested on your back when he walked up behind you or when his arm fell on your shoulders when you sat on your shitty dorm futon together or how anytime one of his friends flirted with you in front of you his jaw clenched and he suddenly was at a loss for his usual sarcastic banter. But you were getting ahead of yourself, right? You two were each other’s rocks at this time. It was probably all platonic like it had always been. But that didn’t mean you couldn’t push the limits of friendship and have a little fun from time to time, did it? No, no it didn’t. So when Halloween came creeping around the corner, you made sure you had your fun.

JJ’s frat was obviously throwing a party in celebration of the holiday, because if there’s one thing frat guys love it’s alcohol and almost-naked girls - the true nature of Halloween. It was a costume party but that was pretty much code for “Show as much skin as possible”, so you went for the classic angel look. A white bra, a white mini skirt you found at the back of your friend’s closet, and Party City wings. It was truly innovative. You tried to make it look like you actually tried by hot gluing some rhinestones on your bra and doing your hair and makeup all ethereal and sexy, but you knew that as soon as you stepped into that disgusting, sweaty frat house you would somehow go from an 11 to a solid 7 and that was just something you were going to have to be ok with. It was always dark anyway.

You didn’t arrive at the party until a little after ten because your friend went a little too hard at the pregame and had already vomited all over her devil lingerie, so you all had to deal with that mess before tucking her into bed and escaping out the door before things could get worse. But after many texts and snaps from JJ harassing you for keeping him waiting, you were finally there and your stomach was flipping with nerves. JJ refused to reveal what he was dressed up as, saying it was a surprise, and you just couldn’t wait to see him as someone else, hoping he’d see you as someone else tonight too. Someone he wanted to be with. 

The music was heard from the front lawn as you stepped out of the uber and up the steps, waving to the pledge from your Comp 101 class, thankful that JJ had somehow weaseled out of his pledge duties for the night. Once you stepped inside you and your friends immediately scoped out your surroundings. There was a party going on in the main entrance and living room, but there was also lights and music coming from the basement, meaning JJ could literally be anywhere. Luckily, the ratio of guys to girls was positively halting so being able to single out a 6 foot man amongst a sea of girls shouldn’t be that hard.

And then, you saw him.

You almost fell over at the look of him. You could tell he had already started drinking and was a little sweaty by the sheen covering his face and the way his hair was standing up on its own, like it always did after he ran his hands through it. He was leaning against the wall, PBR in hand, assessing the crowd and laughing with the guy on his left. Your eyes travelled down from his hair and glowing skin to his neck and chest, both completely uncovered. He was in a navy button up that was incredibly tight around his biceps but only buttoned on the bottom two buttons. A gold badge was pinned over his right breast, and then it dawned on you. 

“You’re a fucking cop!” You punched his arm as you snuck up on him.

Startled and rubbing his arm, he softened when he saw who had just assaulted him. “Never thought you’d see the day, huh?”

“What happened to ACAB? Looks like someone’s all talk…”

He scoffed and threw his arm around your shoulder, walking with you towards the bar, “It’s called irony sweetheart. I thought a genius like you would understand that?”

You rolled your eyes and shook his arm off you, laughing at his remark (and trying to not focus on the “sweetheart” of it all), “So, what branch of the police force is it that allows their officers to walk around half naked?” You teased as you walked up to the bar, asking the frat brother in nothing but a cowboy hat and too short cut off jean shorts for a cup of whatever the drink was tonight. 

“Um the one with all the sexy stripper cops. They even gave me these,” You turn back around with your drink against your lips and you nearly spat it out when you saw what he was talking about. He had a pair of what looked like actual handcuffs dangling off his pointer finger, “Fully functional,” he finished with a wink.

You gulped and hoped he didn’t notice, “Very impressive, does the rest of the force know about the stash of weed in the loose floorboard in your dorm room?”

His face, and the handcuffs, fell. “You’re no fun, Y/N. It’s Halloween! You can be anything you want! And tonight, I’m the only cop that isn’t a bastard.”

You laughed at his mini outburst and put your hand on his cheek sweetly, still laughing. “You’re right I’m sorry. You make a very non-bastard cop. It suits you.”

“I always have looked good in blue.”

Lightly smacking him you rolled your eyes again and brought your hand back to your cup, looking at him as you took a big drink. He was looking directly back at you. You finished off the cup and tossed it at the overflowing trash can, “Let’s dance. I love this song.” This was a lie, you had never heard this song before in your life, but you just wanted an excuse to grab his hand and drag him on the dance floor. 

Everyone around you was dancing ass to dick, going absolutely stupid in a true intoxicated fashion, but you weren’t nearly drunk enough for that yet. So, instead, you and JJ did what you always did was just jump and scream at each other, throwing in some limb flailing every now and then. If you were really lucky, he would throw in the sprinkler every now and then. This was all fine and dandy, a couple of songs deep, until you felt your elbow accidentally collide with something rock hard, immediately followed by something wet splashing all over your back.

“Oh my gosh I’m so sorry-” you said, spinning around, mortified. You were met with the biggest man you had ever seen in your life who did not look very happy to see you looking back at him. But, considering his eyes looked glazed over, you figured that had less to do with you and more to do with the fact that he was probably off something far out of your league. 

“Fucking watch where you’re going next time,” He gruffed at you as he jerked the arm you had hit away.

You were stunned by how aggressive he was, “I’m- I’m sor-”

But before you could stutter out an apology, JJ was pushing you behind him, puffing his chest out as he faced the roided-out gentleman giving you a death glare. “What the fuck did you just say to her?”

“She spilled my drink,” The giant said as if you had just murdered his dog.

“Yeah and this is a frat house, go turn on the faucet in the sink and I’m sure Captain Morgan will come out,” spat JJ.

Sasquatch scoffed and shook his head at JJ, “Just keep a better handle on your bitch, pledge. I don’t need some slut wasting all of our alc.”

“You son of a bitch.” You saw JJ’s arm wind back, his fist clenched ready to swing.

“JJ, no!” You grabbed his arm before he could do something seriously idiotic and didn’t let go of it until you had made your way off the dance floor and into the backyard. “What the fuck were you thinking, trying to throw a punch at that guy?! He looked like he eats whole goats for breakfast!”

His hands were running through his hair and he was pacing. You could tell he was trying not to punch the siding of the house - you had seen him worked up like this countless times over your near lifelong friendship. Loyalty was both his greatest strength as well as his greatest curse. “He called you a bitch, Y/N! And a slut! In the same breath!”

Looking at him now, his hair all messed up, his shirt still unbuttoned, and face as emotional as ever, you had never been more attracted to him. You closed the gap between the two of you and grabbed his face between your hands, “Thank you for trying to protect me, but I’d much rather be a bitch and a slut if it meant you weren’t pulverized by Bigfoot.”

At the feeling of your touch, his whole demeanor changed. You saw him swallow and take a breath, “Yeah, uh, well. You know. I’ll always protect you, Y/N. That’s what I’m here for, ya know. I live to serve and protect you know,” chuckling half-heartedly as he tapped the badge on his chest. 

You tried to laugh along with him, but you were too busy staring from his lips to his eyes and focusing on the dizzying feeling of being so close to him. He made no effort to move out of your personal space and having him here, his back against the siding of the house, your hands on his strong jaw, you felt like maybe now was the time to bring up what you had been feeling these last couple of months. But before you could open your mouth to spill your guts, something in him snapped and he sprung forward at you. 

Suddenly, your hands were in his hair and his hands were on your waist and now you were the one with your back against the giant brick building, the bricks scratching deliciously against your exposed skin. You whined against his lips as he pressed against you, the sound apparently shocking him out of his trance because just as suddenly as it had started, he was pulling away, leaving you completely dazed, lips still half puckered as your eyes fluttered open. 

He was back to pacing, not daring to look at you. “God that was fucking stupid, I’m so sorry Y/N. You were just yelled at by some heavyweight douchebag and all I could do was not throw a punch and then I just had to go and kiss you like a fucking jackass,” he paused his pacing and looked at you, his face all screwed up with guilt, “I’m so fucking sorry.”

For a moment you considered the situation and didn’t move a muscle or say a word but then you just laughed. An eruption of manic giggles fell from your lips as you watched him go from guilt to confusion. “You’re a real fucking idiot you know that,” you managed to spit out between laughs.

“I mean, yeah, jackass, idiot...they’re one in the same I guess,” he seemed hurt by your words so you stepped closer to him again.

“No, God, shut up. You’re not a jackass. But you are an idiot. I don’t care that you kissed me,” you paused, “That’s not true. I care a lot, actually, because I loved it and I wish you wouldn’t have stopped because I was really starting to get into it after the, like, 12 longest, most torturous years of build up ever.”

He couldn’t believe the words you were saying, “Wait...so you- you like me?”

“What, you think I come to the frat parties for the mystery booze and trap music?”

Now it was his turn to laugh, his face completely breaking open in elation, “And to think I just assumed you were a party girl...turns out I’m just irresistible.”

“Oh shut up,” you sighed as you slammed your mouth against his again, pulling him down to your height. Once again his hands found their firm grip on your hips, holding on for dear life. 

And then he pulled away again.

“Stop fucking doing that. Kiss now talk later,” you tried to lean back in.

“No, uh, I just,” he cleared his throat, “I was just wondering if you wanted to take this inside maybe?”

You smiled up at him before kissing up his neck and whispering in his ear, “Whatever you want.”

He shivered and groaned, breaking away from you, grabbing your hand and leading you back inside. You weren’t sure where he was taking you because, since he was a freshman, he didn’t live at the frat house or anything so it’s not like he had a bedroom. Not that it mattered. He could take you to a damn broom closet for all you cared. But he didn’t take you to a closet or even a vacant bathroom. You maneuvered around the sweaty crowd of people until you were back at the front of the house but this time going up the staircase where all the upperclassmen lived. 

“JJ what are we doing up here…” You asked with a slight edge of concern in your voice. 

His face was full of mischief as he looked back at you, smirk plastered across his lips. “Don’t worry about it baby, I’m just trying to find us somewhere a little more comfortable.” And with a wink, he was turning the knob on a door that definitely didn’t belong to him.

As far as frat boys went, you imagined this was a relatively well kept room. There were still some pizza boxes stacked on top of the desk and clothes spilling out of the closet but, all in all, it didn’t look infested or anything. 

“JJ, who’s room is this?” You asked as you saw him lock the door behind you. 

“Bigfoot’s,” he said with that same smirk on his face, complete and total pride practically bursting his seams. 

Your mouth dropped as you looked at him incredulously. JJ was always one for pranks and revenge, but this floored you. 

“You’re gonna get yourself killed,” You said in awe as he made his way back over to you.

“Maybe, but damn. What a way to go.” 

Then he was kissing you once more, but this time he had guided you back towards the bed and you were laying underneath him, his body hot and hard against yours, making it hard to breathe. His hands ventured from your hips to your hair and back down again, making sure to give your tits a squeeze on the way back down, pushing them back behind you to guide your ass up so he could get as close to you as possible. You were back to your gasping and whining as you felt the effect you had had on him through his pants, grinding against him in desperation. 

“Fuck you’re so fucking sexy, Y/N,” he moaned against your neck, leaving the slightest of nips along your jaw between kisses. “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted this or how many times I’ve thought of you exactly like this.”

“You can have me anyway you want. I’m yours,” You weren’t really thinking about what you were saying before the words left your mouth, but it didn’t make them any less true. 

He growled against your neck and grabbed you again, scooting you up towards the top of the mattress. His hands found yours wrapped around his neck and took them in his hands, pushing them above your head. 

“Anyway I want, huh?” He was sitting on his heels, looking down at you with hooded eyes. All you could do was nod. “Well, I do have these handcuffs, and it’d be a shame for them to go to waste.” You moaned at the implication and watched him unhook them from his shorts and attached them to your wrists, wrapping them around a bar of the headboard. “Told you they were fully functional,” he ended with a wink.

All you could do was whimper as he bent back down to kiss your lips and then your neck, taking a pit stop at your chest to move the cups of your bra aside enough for him to give plenty of kisses there as well, until he was finally trailing his tongue down your stomach. He looked up at you as he reached the waistband of your skirt. You nodded, “Please,” not even being mentally present enough to care about how desperate you sounded. 

“So polite,” he muttered as he pulled your skirt and panties down in one fluid motion, leaving you completely bare to him. “So damn beautiful.”

Then he was on you like a starved man. JJ had always been popular amongst the ladies on the island and while you always assumed his looks and bad boy nature had been enough to seal the deal, you now know why they kept coming back. He was a fucking machine. Between the way his fingers fucked you skillfully, knowing exactly where your g-spot was on the first try, and the masterful way he used his tongue on your clit, it was no wonder he had a body count in the double digits. You felt yourself catapult towards the finish line at an embarrassing speed. All you wanted as to grab onto his hair and grind yourself against his face. You were so close when he took his mouth off you and replaced it with his thumb, his fingers keeping their pace inside of you.

“That’s right baby, scream my fucking name. Maybe he’ll hear you from downstairs. He told me to control my bitch but I’m not quite sure this was what he meant.” He crawled back up your body, one hand bracing himself beside your face and the other inching you closer and closer with every second, “You look so fucking pretty, getting fucked by my fingers, Y/N. You’re so wet for me already and I know you want to cum. So just do it baby, cum for me.” You did not need to be told twice because suddenly your legs were clamped shut, and your body was arching so far off the bed that your wrists felt like they might break against the handcuffs. He kissed your neck as you came down, whispering sweet little praises in your ear. “That was so hot.” You smiled weakly as he looked at you from above.

“Please let me touch you,” You whined as you struggled against the handcuffs, desperate to get your hands on him. 

“God, yes, be my guest,” He laughed as he went to undo your handcuffs, kissing your wrists as he pulled them away. “Sorry, I guess I didn’t think about how these might hurt.”

“It was worth it,” You smirked as you grabbed his face, pulling him down to kiss you and then immediately pushing him onto his back. 

You mimicked his style from earlier, starting with the lips and moving down the neck before making your way slowly towards the waistband of his shorts. You unzipped his shorts as his hands went to your hair, making a makeshift ponytail. You both worked together to shimmy off his bottoms until you were face to face with him.

Immediately, you took him into your hand and marveled at the size of him and the way he instantly moaned and threw his hand back as you started to pump him. Needing more of those noises, you wasted no time in licking up his length and taking him into your mouth. He helped you set a pace by guiding your head with his hand in your hair, profanities falling out of his mouth. “You take my cock so good, baby. Your pretty fucking lips...driving me fucking crazy…”

He started shallowly pumping into your mouth before pulling out just when you felt like you were starting to get good. “You’re fucking amazing princess, but unless you don’t want me to fuck you we’re gonna have to try that again some other time.”

You moved your way back up his body, this time fully straddling him. “I’m an angel, not a princess.”

Smirking yet again, he grabbed your hips and grinded you against the length of him, “Sorry, but last time I checked angels don’t spend a lot of time taking dick in their mouths.”

“Well in that case I can just head out if you want me too-”

He flipped you over again before you could finish your teasing, “You’re not going anywhere.” And then his lips were back on you and his hands were everywhere all at once, guiding your legs to take their place at the side of his waist. Before long he was lining himself up at your entrance, teasing you against your clit, before he finally plunged into you hard and fast. You were still so worked out from his previous work that you didn’t need time to adjust, instead just able to focus on the feeling of him filling you completely. Before long you had your legs stretched over his shoulders, giving him even better access inside of you, making you scream his name over and over again as you felt yourself start to clench and flutter. 

“Your pussy is so fucking amazing, Y/N. So wet and tight for me. God you take it so good,” His eyes were screwed shut as he was trying so hard to focus on making you finish before he lost it. “Such a good girl for me, sucking my dick and fucking me like that. Oh, fuck.”

He leaned back, holding your legs in front of him, and started pounding you even harder. You grabbed a hold of the sheets next to you and screamed so hard your voice cracked in your throat as you came for the second time. You barely noticed him finishing after you, too far gone in your own bliss. When your soul came back to your body he was falling onto the mattress beside you and wrapping you up in his arms, both of you still panting. 

His hands found your hair as you rested your cheek against his chest, his heartbeat hard and loud in your ears. He lent down to kiss the crown of your head and he sighed against it. “Holy shit.”

“Yeah, holy shit is right,” You laughed as you rested your chin on his chest so you could look at him, “Well that was fun.”

“I don’t think fun really begins to describe it. I’d go with life changing.”

“Life changing? Wow, I’m honored. I think we should write Bigfoot a thank you letter for making this happen.”

JJ scoffed, “Pssh that guy? No thank you. No one gets to call my girl a slut and get a damn thank you note out of it. I don’t care how good the sex is after.”

You smile slightly and your voice softens, “Your girl?”

He looks down at you with a smile mirroring yours, his one little dimple making your stomach do backflips and his fingers tracing shapes on your back, “I mean yeah, I guess beating around the bush is a lost cause at this point. Is that ok with you?”

You laid your head back on his chest, reveling in the gentle way his fingertips were barely touching you, “That’s more than ok.”

Trying not to seem overeager he cleared his throat, “Cool.”

Laughing to yourself you responded, “Yeah. Cool.”

Unable to help himself he scooped you up in his arms tighter and pulled you even closer, his head resting in your neck trying to hide his smile. Your fingers danced along his scalp and you smiled to yourself. Yeah, you could get used to this.

[surveys-at-your-service]

Survey #376

“when the wind bends the branch to softly touch me  /  when the band plays your song  /  i feel strong enough to keep dreaming”

If your s/o smoked pot/did drugs would you care? Yes, but for pot that's only because it's illegal here. I also find smoking to be a turn-off, but I'd be able to look past that if it was for actual health reasons. Do people ever call you by your last name? No. Has the last person you dated/fell in love with ever seen you cry? Yes. Where are you going on your next vacation (or where do you WANT to go)? I've got none planned, nor do I know where I'd want to prioritize. Like there's South Africa, but I first need to get healthier before I could handle the heat and trudging through sand. I want to go to Yellowstone National Park to spread Teddy's ashes there (seeking permission of course), but again, I need to be in better shape before I go on a venture of photographing there, as well. I need to be healthier to do a lot of the things I want to... Do you own anything bought in another country? No. Who do you text the most? Sara. Four things you wish you had? Better health (including mental), financial stability, a job, and motivation to indulge more in my artistic hobbies. What was the last thing you cried about? Stress regarding this dog we're stuck with. What is your favorite Elvis song? Probably "You're The Devil In Disguise." Do you think you could be the next American Idol? Ha, absolutely not. Do you prefer reading fiction or non-fiction? Fiction, by a long shot. Does anybody send you money in the mail for your birthday? No. My grampa used to, but he's been dead a couple years. Who is one person you met and automatically didn’t like? I was not a fan of a doctor I once saw for my tremors. She was very rude and just threw the idea of me having Parkinson's or something at what, 17 years old or whatever? My psychiatrist knows her as well and knows she's a whackjob. Heard her name and was essentially like "ew" lmao. What monster would you be most afraid to have in your closet? A male one with a knife, I guess. I really hate knives. And men scare me anyway. Which Adam Sandler movie do you like the most? I don't know, he's in too many to possibly think of one right off the top of my head. Who was one of your first celebrity crushes? Jesse McCartney was my first true love, haha. Have you ever been hit on through text messages? Yes. Do you have to do any yard work? No. Have you ever mowed the lawn? No. Do you get an allowance? No. Did you ever know your great grandparents? I think I knew one? There was this woman from my childhood I knew as "GG" for "great grandma," but I have no recollection of who she was related to or even if she was directly related to me. I remember that I really really liked her, though. Do you like the taste of Tums? It's the texture I really don't like. The candy-like Tums though, y'know, not the chalky ones, I like more than someone should like medicine, haha. How about Pepto Bismol? Omfg no. Do you have a fast or slow metabolism? I have a slow metabolism, but thank Christ it's not as bad as when I was on Abilify. That stupid fucking medicine was the reason I gained so much weight that I haven't been able to lose. What’s your favorite onomatopoeia? (Crash, bang, zoom, meow) I dunno. Do you eat ramen? There's only one specific kind of ramen I've had that I like: Yakisoba's spicy chicken one. Sweet or regular pickles? Regular. I don't like sweet pickles. What kind of dreams do you have most often? Since my nightmares started, violent ones. I'm usually trying to defend myself or lashing out at someone myself. What do you do for personal growth? I try to be a deep thinker, for one. This can way too easily lead to overthinking, but I appreciate that I think it at least helps me learn from my mistakes and work towards making me a better person. I need to start challenging my anxiety more, as that would definitely be massive growth... If you could read anyone’s mind, who would be the first person you’d read? Jason's, only because all I want to know is if he thinks I was emotionally abusive after the breakup or not. But I also don't want to know. Do you have a makeup item or style trick that you feel improves your look significantly and that you feel like you couldn’t go without now that you have it? No. What’s your favourite cereal? Probably Cinnamon Toast Crunch, but I like a lot of cereals. Do you prefer red wine or white wine? I don't like wine. Way too bitter. Do you read Reddit? If so, how often and what subreddits do you like? I don't, but I've thought about lurking on a reptile husbandry one or something like that. Might learn some stuff. But at the same time, there are so many conflicting and very strong opinions amongst hobbyists to the point of awful toxicity that I'd rather not read. Have you recently broken up with a significant other or even just a friend? No. Have you ever eaten at a restaurant and left without paying? God no. When was the last time you played a board game? What did you play? Probably Scrabble back when Sara visited. Do you primarily use cash or card for your purchases? Why? Cash, because I don't have a debit or credit card. Do you believe sex should be mandatory in an ongoing dating relationship? Um, no? Some people don't care for it, and that's completely fine. Have you ever recorded yourself doing a cover of a song? No. Any secrets you’d never tell anyone? No matter how close they are to you? Yes. Do you like deviled eggs? NO. FUCK that yolk shit. What career are you most interested in? I still think my first career goal, a paleontologist, would be most interesting and exciting. Like just IMAGINE discovering a new dinosaur. And it's such a job of passion - you have to be so, SO careful and invest so much time in slowly recovering it from millions of years of rock and sand and time. I can only imagine the feeling of accomplishment when an excavation is complete. Have you ever seen a rooster? Yeah? What do you think about religion? Honestly, I personally wish it had never been a thing. It's brought with it so much hatred and bigotry, but I do acknowledge at the same time it's brought great comfort and hope to some people, and that's wonderful. But just all things considered, I feel it's done more harm than good. What’s your favorite sweetheart name (baby, honey, angel, dumpling) Probably "lovely." Has a little kid ever fallen asleep on your lap before? Yes, back when I babysat my neighbor's kid once. Have you ever thrown a grenade? Yikes, no. Have you ever talked face to face with someone famous before? No. Have you ever owned a rocking horse? I don't think so? If you could meet anyone in the world who would it be? HMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM Have you ever wished you were dead? Yes. Is it awkward when people start talking all deep around you? No, I actually like deep convos. Have you ever played the old school Pac Man arcade game? Possibly? Ever played Mario Karts on Nintendo 64? No. Have you ever been scuba diving? No. Can you surf/boogie board? No. Do you like Chinese food, Mexican food, or American food better? American. What’s your favorite thing to order from Taco Bell? Cheese quesadilla and fiesta potatos. Sometimes I get the cinnabon delight thingies, but I avoid 'em with how unhealthy they are. Do you like hot, cold, or lukewarm showers? Pretty hot. Do you like to swing? I LOVED swinging as a kid. I haven't done it in a very long time now. How about jumping on a trampoline? I loved that as a kiddo, too. I haven't done that in years. What are you favorite color eyes? Sapphire blue or like an emerald green. Do you have long arm hair? Nah, at least I don't think so. What third generation console is your favorite? PS3, Xbox 360, or Wii? I loved my PS3. I'm still so bummed mine broke. How often do you like to have sex? I'm not sexually active, but even when I was, I didn't care. Do you have a facial expression you seem to pull a lot? What is it? Not really. I think I look stoic most of the time. Do you always listen to music when you’re online? No; I usually have a let's play or something like that on that I can split my screen and watch while doing something else. If so, what are you currently listening to? I'm listening to "Love Goes On And On" by Lindsey Stirling and Amy Lee right now. Do you ever forget how to do really simple things? Like what? Yes, like how to control the laundry machine and other things like that. There's just so many options that I never, ever remember what to set it to, no matter how many times Mom shows me. That's how my memory is with most things these days, really... Were you born with naturally straight teeth? No; I needed braces. If you were the opposite gender, what name would you like to be called? Uhhh maybe Severin. Do you prefer original or sour Skittles? I love both, but sour wins. What about chocolate or peanut M&M’s? I also enjoy both, but the original are better. Your favourite band: Do you prefer their old or new stuff? That's like... impossible to answer, lol. I just love everything. Do you check to make sure your ear phones are going in the right ear? No. Do you secretly still listen to Ace of Base? I have no idea who that is. Have you ever broken someone else’s bone? No, thank goodness. I'd feel awful. Is it stupid to think you can write a book at thirteen? No?????????? There are incredibly talented writers out there at young ages. Hell, I remember as a kid, I wanted to be the youngest published author way before that age. Are you ever embarrassed about what you dream about? There've been some I wouldn't share. Have you ever had sex with someone as a favor? No, and I never would. Does your mom let you date? I'm 25, my dude. She let me when I felt ready, though. If you had the last person you kissed’s Facebook password, would you go snooping through their stuff? Why or why not? She doesn't have one, but hypothetically, fuck no. Because that's none of my damn business, and it still wouldn't be even if we were still dating. Have you ever fainted? If so, when was the last time? If not have you ever come close? I've fainted once when I was a teen and have come close many other times. Ever take a keyboarding class? Do you type using the skills you learned in class, or how you used to before you took the class? Yeah; it was mandatory for I think one year in middle school. I type how I was taught in there. Do you find your best friend’s significant other/crush attractive? She doesn't have an s/o, and idk who her "real" crush is, as much as she'd love Frieza to be real, haha. What do you do with your clothes that don’t fit anymore or just don’t want? Donate them. Do you cut out coupons? My mom will keep some fast food ones she gets in the mail sometimes. Did you ever breathe in helium and talk funny afterwards? I think I did once at a birthday party, but I'm unsure. Would you ever open your own business? If so, what kind of business could you imagine yourself having? I want to be a freelance photographer so, so badly. I want to specialize in nature and wildlife, but having a boudoir studio would be great to help keep me afloat, plus I adore the art of boudoir. I've shot it once for an old friend, and by god, I loved how empowered it made her feel, especially as a plus-sized woman. She adored the pictures, and I'd just love to help other clients feel like they're gorgeous in their unique body, too. Last type of candy you ate? I had a donut from Starbuck's yesterday. Did you decorate your house for Halloween? If so, how many decorations? Did you go all out, or just put up a few things? Mom and I don't really decorate anymore. :/

[gray-is-neutral]

Supernatural

a fan fiction pt.8 

Dean’s pov.

Sam and Jordan wouldn’t be home for about three days. Awfully long time for a ghost hunt, but I wasn’t going to complain. Cas and I were in the awkward stage in being a new couple. We weren’t sure yet. Perhaps awkward wasn’t the word. Shy, yeah, as stupid as that is. I was never this shy with women, but I have heard that dating different genders is a different experience. Plus, this was my best friend. Who knew less than I did about this. 

It was a lot of rambling and checking our reflections when we thought the other wasn’t looking. Sneaky hand holding and small kisses here and there. I would go to sleep on his chest on the couch, and I would  woke up next to him in my room. He would be sitting on the edge of the bed. We were still in a shy phase. after all, as gross as that sounds. We were like kids. Still figuring this out. Right now it was stealing a kiss every now and then, hugs, and just enjoying making each other blush. That seemed to be our favorite game. Cas took that to a new extreme. It was an odd place to be in, but we were happy. If we never got out of this shy phase, that would be okay with me. As long as he was with me.

One night we decided to talk about where this is gong to go. We were dating, that was obvious, but when should the rest of the world know? It would be a shock that I am bisexual. Do I just want to hit Sam with that all at once?

We walked into the lobby of the bunker and tried to figure out when to tell Sam. “Do you think that is a good idea Dean?” Cas asked. “Are you ready?” he asked. He looked down at his feet. This is new for us, and I understood that, but I didn’t want him to think I was ashamed of him. If he wanted, I’d scream it from the roof tops that I love him.

“I’m not ashamed of you, Cas. That isn’t why I never told you,” I said. “I know that Dean, but wouldn’t it be a little cruel for us to flaunt, and Sam just find out that Eileen doesn't love him?” he asked. “Oh so we’re flaunting now?” I said as he blushed a little. I could get used to this. “Shut up Dean, you know what I meant,” he said as he came in close and gave me a small kiss. I blushed a little. “Dean?” he said. “Yeah?” I said, our fore heads touching. “You’re blushing.” “Fuck you,” I said, pushing him a little

“Not in front of me please,” Jack said. “Jack!” He surprised us. “What’s up kid?” I said. “I wanted to visit. Where is Sam and your pretty friend?” he asked. “I think that they are sad, she prays a lot,” he said.

“Are they in trouble?” Dean asked. “No, but I thought they would be here by now?” Jack said. “Dean?” Jordan said. “Cas? Are you decent?” she called running down the stairs. “Dude, her sisters are awesome!” Sam said. walking in. “Iron knuckles to punch ghosts? Who would have thought of that?’ Sam said. “People with common sense?” Jordan said, rolling her eyes. “Hey,” she said, giving a sweet smile to Jack.

“Hello Jordan, hello Sam,” he said. “What do we owe the pleasure?” Sam asked. “Yeah what brings God himself at our door?”  “I wanted to see you guys. Have fun without having to worry about Gabriel or Micheal or Lucifer,” he said. “Because we don’t have to anymore,” he said.

“So Lucifer and Micheal they are still dead?” Sam asked. “Oh no, but I have it taken care of. Micheal and Adam wanted to be together, so I gave Micheal a body,” he said. I looked at him concerned. “Oh don’t worry, he was already dead.” “Thank you Jack, that is what we were worried about. What about Lucifer?” I said. “Oh! He has agreed to not be too bad,” Jack said with a proud smile.

“Not to be too bad?” I said. “Lucifer agreed not to be too bad and you said what? ‘Okay sounds good’?” I said. “Dean, don’t be mean,” Cas said. “I’m sorry, Lucifer? As in the Devil? The og fallen angel?” Jordan said in disbelief. “And that’s just no biggie?” “You get used to it,” Sam said, she gave him a side eyed look, but shrugged and said, “Okay.”

“Okay?” I said. “Two seconds ago you were on the verge of a freak out, but now you’re just, okay?” I asked her. “He’s a fucking angel. He fucked a demon,” she said pointing at Sam. “My ex boyfriend is currently possessed by an angel. Just yesterday I was performing surgery to remove flowers from people’s lungs because their crush didn’t like them back,” she said. “How did you know how to do that, by the way?” asked Cas. “Yeah, why were you and Damon the only ones who knew how to perform the surgery?” I asked.

She cocked her eyebrows and said, “I like to read BL on occasion. I happen to have read one about the disease,” she said then shrugged. “It worked,” she said as Sam looked at her with shock. “You performed a risky surgery with no idea if it would actually work?” he said. “Fuck off, it worked,” she said,

“Can we do something together?” Jack said. “Being God is boring a lot of time.  I would like to have fun,” he said. “Like a movie?” Cas asked. “Movies are a great time,” said Jordan. “I thought we were going to hang out with your sisters later tonight?” Sam said. “Dude, I get that my sisters are hot, but they aren’t that great,” said Jordan. “Where were you two going to go?” Dean asked. “It’s a bar that usually has professional musicians, but tonight is amateur night,” Jordan said.

“So drunk people who don’t know what they are doing embarrass themselves?” I said. Cas looked at me. “What asshole?” I asked impulsively, the intensity of his stare throwing me off.

“Jack what do you want to do?” he asked Jack. “I want to meet her sisters and have a good time. Then a movie,” he said. “Great!” said Sam. “Dean get your leggings on so we don’t have to pay for drinks!” Sam said, walking to his room. Jordan went in the same direction. “I’ll wait until you and Jordan get done braiding each other’s hair!” I called as she flipped me off and walked backwards. “Dean can I borrow your room to change?” she asked.

“Yeah just don’t make a mess!” I said. “How in Hell would I make a mess?” she said, disappearing behind my door. Leaving Cas and I alone with Jack. “When did you two start kissing?” Jack said. “Shhh!” Cas said. “We haven’t told anyone yet,” he said. “Is it a secret?” Jack asked. “No,” I said, standing a little too close to Cas on purpose. I wasn’t sure what that proved, but it made Cas smile.

“Okay? So when do you two plan to tell them?” Jack asked. “At a better time,” Dean said. Jack looked confused. “Why is now not a good time? Is it because Eileen doesn’t love Sam anymore?” Jack asked. “Really guys?” Sam said, he looked hurt and tired. “How do you know about that?” Sam asked Jack. “I’m God?” he said confused.

Sam sighed and said, “Why are you three talking about me and Eileen anyways?” Just then, as if Jack had willed it himself, Jordan came in half singing, half screaming, “Shot through the heart and your to blame! You give love a bad name!” Her phone’s speakers desperately tried to match her volume and enthusiasm, but failed. “Why do you all look so mad?” she said as she slipped on a shoe. “I thought we were going out to have fun?” she said. “Why so glum chums?” she asked in a fake British accent.

Sam tried to glare at her, but she poked him in the side. “C’mon Sammy boy, this was your idea.” He smiled despite himself. Sam may still love Eileen but maybe him having some sort of relationship with Jordan will help? She seems to work wonders. She had a way with people that I didn’t quite get. Maybe it’s because instead of dealing with her issues, she projects all her energy into helping others. I hate to admit that I have benefited from that. It makes her feel better, so I guess it’s not that big of an issue.

She looked at us all. “Well are we just going to stand around or are we going to go laugh at some poor drunk souls? C’mon the baby wants some fun,” she said, wrapping her arms around Jack as he smiled.

She had three personalities. Dr. Blake, cold and annoyed. Jordan, my friend, willing to do anything to help me. And this version, the one who just wants to be happy. I wondered which version her sisters knew. Or if they had a whole other version they kept to themselves?

Either way, Jordan Blake was a welcome, if not sudden friend. She was a bit of a mystery, but we all have a past. Now was a time to look towards the future.

The future where I watch as drunk girls sing off key to “I Want it That Way”. Cas was confused, but amused as Jack danced badly with Jordan. She motioned for Cas and me to join their merry band of idiots, but I declined and descreetly held Cas’ hand under a table.

Sam joined the two of them until they heard, “Jordan! Sam! You two came!” It was Jordan’s older sister, Elise, I think that’s her name. She was wearing a short, tight-fitting dress. It was cheata print and her hair was wild. She still looked pretty, though.

Then came Timothy. She was younger, much younger. Maybe mid 20’s. She was wearing a floural, collared shirt. She didn’t look like her sisters. She wasn’t as pale and Jordan, nor was she tall and slim like El. She had black hair and two different colored eyes. She had a personality of a lawer or a salesman. She was persuasive. She had quite the personality from what I have heard.

She came and sat with Cas and I. “You old enough to drink?” I asked her with a laugh. She had an oddly young look about her. “You young enough for this?” she said, kicking our hands under the table. “You’re not slick old man,” she said. “Hello Cas,” she said, smiling sweetly at him. “Hello Timmy,” he said.

She ordered herself a beer and watched as Jordan danced with Sam and El. “Why don’t you two show them how it’s done?” she asked. “I don’t dance sweetheart,” I said. “Me neither,” she said as Jack sat down. “The music is terrible here,” said Timmy. It was playing an Adel song while they waited for the next brave or drunk person to come up.

“I like it,” said Jack as he took a drink of his beer. “Who’s the kid?” she asked. Cas smiled a little and I let out a small laugh. “This kid,” Cas said. “Is God.” She laughed but then realized that we were serious. “You’re kidding right? This literal baby is God?” Jack nodded with enthusiasm. “Well damn, hallelujah,” she said, raising her beer and drinking the rest of it.

“Guess I can’t be surprised anymore, with Ben being an angel now,” she said. Ben was Jordan’s ex boyfriend. “Did the angel tell you their name?” Cas asked. “No, he never stays around for long. Says Jordan makes him sick,” she shrugged as Jordan squealed as Sam picked her up, upside down and spun her. “The bastard.” Timmy said.

She looked at her older sisters. She gave a smile as El yelled to her, “I love this song!” “Don’t be the youngest,” she said. “You’re the only one with brain cells.”

After a moment, a young server came up to Timmy. “Hello Princess,” he said. “Fuck off,” she said. He slammed his hand on the table, making the four of us jump. “I said ‘Hello Princess’,” he said. “And she said ‘Fuck off’,” Jack said. His eyes flashed black. Jack took his hand and removed the demon with ease.

It was then that Jack said, “It’s movie time now.” The next thing we all knew, we were at the bunker. El looked around confused. Jordan looked around. “What in Hell?” she asked. “Demons,” said Jack. “The place was full of them.” “Damn,” said Jordan. “So we just left all those humans to fall victim to them?” El said. “No they all left after I smiled the one after...” he trailed off. “Never mind that. Let’s have fun here,” said Jack.

I would argue, but Jordan plopped on the couch as El laid across her. “Where are we and ho am I supposed to get back to my car?” “They’re already here,” said Jack. El nodded. “How are you already drunk?” Jordan asked El. “How are you still stupid?” she asked. “Okay,” she said pushing her off. “I think I’d better get her back,” Timmy said. “What about the demons?” Jack asked. “With God on my side?” she asked, messing up his hair. “I don’t think I have much to worry about. Purse dog, Moose, Squirrel, would one of you tell me where our car is?” Timmy asked as my heart dropped.

“I’ll show you,” Jordan said, picking up her sister from the ground. “See you later boys,” she said. “Maybe we can have some real fun next time. Thanks for keeping my sister for me!”

Sam, Cas, and I looked at each other. “Moose and Squirrel?” Cas said. “Maybe it’s just a coincidence?” Sam said. “I hope so,” said Dean. “She isn’t possessed,” said Jack. “But she isn’t human. Not fully,” he said. “What about Jordan?” Cas asked. “She’s safe, and as far as I could tell, so are her sisters,” he said, finding a seat on the couch. 

“I think we should forget about that for now and watch a movie. I’ll have to go back to Heaven soon,” Jack said, giving us puppy eyes.

I was too tired to argue and so Cas and I sat on the couch as Jordan entered. “Can I pick?” Jack asked. “Go a head kid,” said Sam. “Go nuts,” I said. “Not too nuts. You know the blocked variety of movies,” said Cas. “Guys you do know you’re talking to God, right?” Jordan said as Jack looked for a movie.

He found a movie and about half way through, Jordan discreetly whispered something into Sam’s ear. He looked at me and gave a sly grin. Him and Jordan left the room. Jack had fallen asleep. I knew he didn’t need sleep or anything humans need, but I think he misses it. I think he hated being God. I saw him give what he calls “Googly eyes” at Timmy. He was God, but he was still Jack all the same.

Cas and I were close together on the couch, but it felt stiff. I didn’t want to go straight into holding his hand, and every time we, uhh cuddle, I’m the one who is being held, and I didn’t want that to be the norm.

God this is embarrassing. Why am I being such a pussy? That being said, I couldn’t just grab Cas up and yell at him to cuddle with me. So I did what every self respecting pussy would do. I did the cliche yawn arm thing.

At first, I didn’t know what Cas was going to do, but he soon leaned into it. I was stiff, but after my heart slowed and the burn in my cheeks cooled, I relaxed too. “Hey,” Cas said. “Yeah?” I said. “Why don’t we let Jack have the couch, and we go to bed?” he said. I kissed his forehead and nodded.

I woke up Jack and moved him to the couch. We went to bed. Cas was sitting at his usual spot at the end of my bed. “Uhh Cas?” I said. “Yes?” he said, taking off his shoes. “I’m about to change.” I said, heart pounding. “Okay?” Cas said, sitting cris cross on the bed. “Okay? So don’t look!” I said.

He smiled at me. “What?” I said. “You’re blushing,” he said. I threw my shoe at him while he laughed. “Seriously man,” I said. “I won’t,” he said turning around. I quickly changed into some sweat pants and told him he can turn around.

I crawled in bed. He sat at the foot of the bed. It was cool that night. I knew angels didn’t get cold, but I craved his touch. Gross right? I’m king of no chick flick moments but this felt like a chick flick moment to me. “Cas? If you wanna-I mean-you can-“ He seemed to get the message because he got under the blanket on the other side of me. We were nose to nose.

This was definitely a chick flick moment, but you know what? I kissed him as he ran his hands through my hair. “Dean,” he whispered in between kisses. “Cas.” This was perfect. He is beautiful. I was finally happy. I had my brother and my dog. I had Jack, and I had my new sense of self worth. But most of all I had Cas. I had my boyfriend. I had the love of my life.

I had all the night, our limbs intertwined, and our hearts in sync. Yep this was a chick flick moment, but maybe, I thought as sweat rolled off my forehead and I looked him in his perfect blue eyes. Maybe they weren’t so bad after all. But ugh that’s corny as hell.

[queen-of-deans-booty]

The Devil You Know: Part Two

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Word Count: 2,304

Warnings: typical supernatural violence, language, angst, blood, you know the usual

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The air is thick with tension, and no one has the nerve to say anything about anything. If the angels and other hunters know what you did, then surely Crowley must know. Plus, if he has been listening to what’s been going on in this car, then he knows about all the arguments you and Dean have when Sam isn’t around.

“Are we going to talk about it?” Crowley finally speaks up.

“Talk about what?” Dean gruffs.

“The baby.”

“Shut the fuck up.”

“No, Crowley’s right. We should talk about it,” you say and turn to face Crowley who is sitting in the back. “You see, I want to have a mature conversation with him about why I did what I did and why I kept it from him. He’s being a baby about it and whines whenever I bring it up like I don’t have any feelings.”

“No, Crowley, tell her if she had any feelings about it, then maybe she should have come to me. We should have made this decision together. Instead, she went behind my back and took away my child without letting me know I even had one!”

“We discussed this already Dean!” you shout and turn to Dean to face him head on. “Sure, I was wrong to do it behind your back, but we literally had this conversation weeks before I got pregnant! What, your decision changed in a blink of an eye?”

“I guess we’ll never know, now won’t we?” Dean shouts back.

“You’re both acting like children!” Crowley yells louder than you two, which gets you to shut up. “Maybe I should have brought Sam along. Look, can we focus on what’s in front of us?”

“Whatever,” you scoff and turn to the office building in front of you where the demon Brady was.

You look through your binoculars and see people in the lobby just talking to one another.

“Demons?” Dean ask.

“No, human shields,” you answer.

“Demons are on the twelfth floor. How did you know that?” Crowley asks you.

“I can see a black ring around their bodies if they are demons. A white one if they are angels.”

“Do you see one around me?”

“I’m surprised I can see what your vessel looks like at all. You’re practically covered with the stuff. Way to blend in,” you scoff.

“Regardless, we’ll have to find a way in through the back.”

“You Winchesters make everything so complicated,” Crowley groans and disappears from the car.

“Where did he go?” you ask Dean.

“Shit,” he mutters and looks through the binoculars.

You take one look to see the demon behind the security guard at the front desk. He waves and then slits his throat just like that.

“Shit!” you yell and scramble to get out of the car.

Dean follows you to the front of the building, and you tap on the glass door to let him know you’re here and he needs to unlock the door.

“It’s open!” he yells. You and Dean run inside to see him wiping the blade on the security guard’s jacket. You and Dean look at him like he just murdered innocent people, and he only shrugs. “What?”

“You fucking killed them?” you yell.

“We're on a tight schedule. Come on,” he taps your shoulder lightly and heads over to the elevator.

You and Dean get on, and Crowley reaches inside to press the button for the twelfth floor. He steps away from the doors with a smile.

“Go get ‘em, tiger.”

“You're not coming?” you ask as you stop the doors from closing.

“Oh, no. It's not safe up there. There's demons.”

“No shit Sherlock.”

“Look, just do what I told you, a-and try to be convincing. It'll work like a charm. Trust me,” he encourages and pushes you back into the elevator.

The doors close, and you’re trapped inside the metal box for twelve floors with Dean. The silence is intense, and it feels like hours until the doors open again. Brady is in the main office, but in order to get to him, you have to get past his demons.

They charge at you with hatred in their eyes, but you’re ready to take them on. Dean leaves your side to take care of two while the other two focus on you. There is one on either side of you, and they start charging at you as if they can take you down by doing so. Your right hand reaches out to the demon on your right, and blue magic shoots out of your hand to swirl around his neck. You do the same to the demon on your left, and now both are under your control.

They fight for breath, and you waste no time defeating them while you can. They follow your movements since your magic links them to you, so you move both arms in front of you which causes the demons to head slam into each other. You take a couple of steps towards them and place blue hands on their heads. Much like before with Pastor Gideon and his team of hunters, the demons in front of you began to seep from the pores of their vessels. The longer your hands are on their heads, the more they are being expelled. Only when they are completely out, do you take your hands away. The bodies drop to the floor as the smoke disappears back to hell, and you look at Dean who watches you.

“What? I told you I can do this now.”

“Come on,” he rolls his eyes and heads for Brady’s office.

It’s like the demon knows you’re out there, so he uses his demonic powers and opens the door for you.

“Dean Winchester and Y/N Singer. What, no appointment?”

“Like you’d accept ours,” you mutter and head inside.

Dean wipes Ruby’s knife on a jacket hanging by the door to clean it, and the doors behind you close on their own.

“Well, then, you're just on time. Have a seat. How's your brother?” Brady asks. Dean gives him a death glare, and you both take a seat in front of his desk. “Well, down to business, then. What can I do for you?”

“Actually, it's about what we can do for you.”

“Really?”

“Me, Sam, and Y/N dropped two of your jockeys. I think you know that.”

“Yes. I got the memo.”

“Well, we kept their, uh, secret power rings. Which is why we’re here. I hear some folks saying that you want them back, and you were willing to pay.”

“Hmm. Where are they?” he asks with his hand on his chin.

“Not here,” you answer. “But because you want them, you’ll come with us civilly out of this batcave here, and we can discuss a transaction.”

“Who says I want them?”

“Excuse me?”

“Who says I want them?” he repeats slowly.

You and Dean exchange looks of confusion, and he’s the one to speak next.

“You know… folks.”

“You see,” Brady clears his throat and gets up from his desk to circle around to the front, “with War and Famine, even if I could cram the rings back on their bony fingers, I doubt it would do much good. They're withered husks right now—fetal position on the floor—all thanks to you two. So, I don't want the rings. What I want is retribution, and I'm gonna rip it right out of your asses!”

“Look out!” you yell and lunge toward Dean to protect him, but Brady is much faster.

He holds out his hands in front of him and locks you and Dean in place. Your throat begins to close as much as Dean’s is, and the demon throws you out of his office and into the hall. You land right next to Dean with a groan and look up to see Brady walking slowly towards you two.

“This is so good,” he chuckles. “Therapeutic, for sure.”

He lifts his hand to do some more damage, but you’re quicker this time. Your magic forms a force field over you and Dean so that it blocks Brady’s powers temporarily. The demon grows frustrated, but because he is the Horseman’s right-hand man, he’s a lot stronger than he lets on.

“Come on, we have to go,” you groan in pain.

“I don’t think so,” Brady growls, and uses all of his strength to throw you across the room despite a force field.

You go flying into a small table, hitting your head on the corner. The room spins as things get blurry, and you’re seeing three of Dean and Brady. As much as you want to help, you can’t do it in this state. You groan and lay limp on the floor with nothing else to do but watch.

“You know, Dean, I really owe you one, buddy, 'cause I feel,” Brady kicks Dean in the stomach now that you’re out of the way, “so,” another kick, “much,” another kick to the stomach, “better!”

“No, Dean,” you mutter.

Despite him hating your guts, you can’t help but love the man. Your magic goes into overdrive as it tries to help you fight to stand up, but even as you try to stand on your own, you crumble to the ground.

“You’re going to be okay, sweetheart,” Dean says as he uses all his strength to hold you against his body.

He saw an out and took it, taking you with him along the way. The room is still spinning even as your magic courses through your veins. You mumble incoherently as you use Dean as a support system for your body.

“Dean, Y/N, where are you going? We're just getting started!” Brady yells.

Dean presses the buttons fast, and the doors close before Brady can get close to it. Without any distractions, you move away from him and use the handlebars on the back of the elevator as support.

“Are you okay?” you ask as you blink rapidly to make the blurriness go away.

“I’m fine,” he sighs.

The elevator reaches the lobby, and the doors open to reveal what you left behind: dead bodies. Crowley is nowhere to be found, but at the moment, you don’t seem to care. You exit the elevator cautiously because Brady can appear almost anywhere at any time. It’s eerily quiet—too quiet. Neither demon is anywhere to be found, so you leave the elevator as quick as possible.

Suddenly, you’re hit in the exact same spot as you were before, and you go crumbling to the ground. Dean is next, and Brady stands behind you two with a wicked smile.

“Good meeting, Dean and Y/N. You know, I'm excited,” he laughs.

You turn on your back and watch as Crowley comes up behind Brady with a burlap sack that has demonic symbols on it. He shoves it over his head and begins bashing his head with a crowbar. Brady falls to the ground in a bloody mess.

“Evening, Uncle,” he grins.

“What the hell was that?” Dean coughs and stands up.

He offers you his hand, and you take it to haul yourself up. Your vision is blurrier than before, and you press your hand to the tender spot.

“That was perfect.”

“Perfect? He didn’t want the fucking rings. He wanted us, you dick,” you spat.

“Imagine the surprise on your face,” Crowley laughs.

“What?”

“Your ignorance and misinformation. I mean it’s completely authentic. You can't fake that,” he says, and you and Dean give him the death glare. “What? I-it went like clockwork.”

“Not for us, you fucking bitch!” you yell then wince at the pain in your head.

“That's what you get for working with a demon,” he tsks.

“Oh wait till I get my hands on you,” you threaten.

“Not in that state, darling. Come on, we need to hit the road before more come back.”

You and Dean are in the front seat, and Crowley and Brady are in the back. Dean is driving while dabbing his head with a rag he found to stop the bleeding. Your head is throbbing, and you have one blue hand on the wound to heal it from within and without. Crowley is busy doing whatever he’s doing, but you’re not paying attention to him.

“Dean let me heal you,” you sigh.

“Yeah like you can in that state,” he scoffs.

“Stop being a dick for once and let me heal you god damn it!”

“Pass,” he says and throws the rag down by your feet.

You roll your eyes aggressively and look away from him to avoid another argument. Your head is feeling better by the second, and soon, you’re no longer in pain. You turn back to Dean to try and convince him to let you heal him when you hear something squishing in the back seat. You and Dean look behind you to see Crowley carving something in Brady’s chest.

“Hey, hot stuff, watch the upholstery!” Dean barks.

“Up yours, mate. This bit of carving will tie our friend here down. No zapping off and no smoking out. He’s locked in the meat suit. It’s an important piece of our bargaining strategy. Now, up here, we don't want I-50. Take 93 north.”

“What are you talking about?” you ask.

“Look, we can't take this guy back to Sam.”

“Why the hell not?” Dean demands. When he gets no response, he grows angrier. “Crowley!”

“They got history, alright?”

Dean doesn’t take this as an acceptable answer, and he slams on the brakes. The car screeches to a stop, and you have to put your hands on the dashboard to prevent yourself from going through the windshield.

“You want to go anywhere, you start talking. What history?”

Crowley takes a deep breath and begins his story.

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SPECIAL: “pirates + kidz: spotlight” [stray kids]

genre: misc. + mafia!au (mafia: violence, MORE hints of spice, foul language) + female reader

ficstyle: bulletpoints + long scenario + alternate versions + series [INTRO] [ATEEZ] [STRAY KIDS]

requested:  “detective y/n gets involved with two conflicting mafias and has the hearts of the leaders”

note: wanted to post something for Jisung’s birthday, but I got caught up with work! hope it’s what you all hoped for 

you took Jisung’s arm before he could initiate any form of physical assault towards Yunho, “please don’t...”

Jisung smiles as he pulls you into his body by your waist 

“guess height doesn’t get you everything,” he mockingly sticks his tongue out at Yunho 

Yunho shrugs as he takes one last look at you for the night and leans in close to you, “this won’t be the last time I’ll see you, sweetheart..”

Jisung shoves him, “she’s not interested in you, beanstalk”

“pipsqueak!”

you literally had to drag Jisung away from the childish quarrel; you realized that talking to young mafia men were like dealing with a bunch of high schoolers who were territorial 

“you said that the bars were more dangerous than the dance floor,” you slowly traced your hand down from his arm to his fingers

Jisung couldn’t believe how turned on he was by just this simple act of yours

“let’s go to the dance floor instead,” you tried to be as persuasively seductive as you could be

you thought it was too obvious and cheesy; but Jisung didn’t see through that act of yours 

he was too invested in you; anything about you

the way you moved your body to the blaring music

the way you looked back at him, making sure that his eyes were still on you

the way your eyes glistened under the dance floor’s spotlight

“you’re the main spotlight tonight..” Jisung stops you from getting too far into the crowd, “and I’m gonna make sure you’re the main star tonight..”

you got close to his face, you could smell the alcohol from him; he probably had been drinking way before he approached you

you took it into consideration that he might be a little too tipsy, “so prove it to me then...”

you were less than centimeters away from his face and just to tease him to the max, you turned around to press yourself against his body 

when you reached back for his arm, you grazed passed his gun holster, it seemed like both sides of the holster had occupied with a weapon; you proceeded with precaution 

he let you dance to the music on his body and he let you have a few moments of feeling yourself until he pulled you around to face him

you wanted to make him feel vulnerable to you; enough for him to trust you

the way your eyes glistened up at him

“I want to treat you to a drink or two...” he kisses the area under your ear, by your jawline, “will you let me?”

you nodded and let him lead you to the bars

you and Jisung started to connect over drinks; you had completely forgotten that you were on the job

the whole time you caught Jisung looking at your thighs, which made you shift everything 

Jisung leaned into closer to you

“there’s too many people here,” he smiled against your ear

Jisung pulls you from the crowd and takes you into the elevator

the people that were waiting to go up into the elevator saw Jisung and held the doors open for the two of you

once the two of you entered in the elevator, they left the lift 

“why did they leave?” you wondered why; no words were exchanged and yet it was like they knew him 

“first time at this club, babygirl?” Jisung kisses your shoulder as he fixes the strap that had fallen earlier on the dance floor 

you nodded as you batted your false lashes; Jisung thought you were the one he wanted in his life forever, even though he had just met you 

you could say he was head of heels for you 

he took out his gun; you were ready to un-arm him but you carefully watched is every move

he raised it to graze your jawline, “I’m apart of a group called KidZ.. you may have heard of us.. you may not.. either way..”

he continues to trace your body with his gun and it took everything in your power to not react, “I think you have...”

you cocked your brows at him; you didn’t realize that he pushed you up against the cold rails of the elevator hit the small of your back

“why do you think that?” you spoke softly

Jisung lifts your right leg; revealing your pistol garter, “you can’t tell me you have this just for protection.. and no civilian would just have a Glock 19; the standard police issue gun...”

you bit your lips as you lowered your eyes on him but you didn’t say anything

“my guess.. is that if I reach a little closer to your inner thigh, I’ll find your badge...”

you smirked as you gave a half-hearted chuckled and raised both of your hands, “you caught me.. what are you going to do with me now? I wouldn’t know what you would do with me... kill me? dispose of me? use me in exchange for large amounts of money?”

Jisung takes the handcuffs at were next to the your badge and cuffs your hands together and throws you over his shoulder 

you yelped in surprise; his strong grip on you made it hard for you to flail

“although that sounds like something the others would do, I got other plans..” 

the next thing you knew, you were thrown onto the plush bed

when you rolled your way to sit up, you saw him placing his gun down and unbuttoning a couple buttons from his shirt 

you don’t move when he crawls so that he’s face to face with you, “you don’t mind do you?”

“actually I do mind,” you tried to be stern and cold

you flinch a little when he brushes his hand up to your pistol garter

he leans his face to your garter and pulls it off with his teeth

Jisung chuckles as he shakes his head after he completely pulls it off of you 

“you say that... but your body says otherwise..” you tried to not roll your eyes back, trying to suppress your urges 

he pulls you by the handcuffs and connects it to the head post of the bed, “I could probably smell you from downstairs. completely. sopping. wet. just for me..”

you glared at him, knowing that what you were going to say next was going to change the pace of the situation, “then do something about it...”

“first, you tell me who you are.. and what you want.. and then, we’ll talk about doing something...”

you were fighting with the angel and devil that were perched on your shoulders; should you fight the urge? or kill two birds with one stone?

“wh-what do you want to know....” you managed to squeeze out 

Jisung pushes your dress up, “let’s start with who you are and what do you want from KidZ..”

you felt his breath near your heat but he pulls back a little, just to tease you, “oh.. and by the way, if you stop talking, I’ll stop too...”

he probably got more than enough out of you, but he wasn’t done yet 

he wanted to ravish you more and more

just the sight of you heaving for air made him want to take care of you

“is there anything I can do for you?” his voice went soft 

you nodded, “my wrists are feeling a little raw...”

without another word, he goes to unlock the cuffs around you 

but before Jisung could process the next thing that just happened

in one swift motion, you latched onto Jisung and pushed his arms up so that this time, he was in one in cuffs 

“you’re full of surprises.. Y/N.. are you going to be the one questioning me now?”

you tucked your hair behind your ears and hovered over him, “you ready, big boy?”

same rules applied; you would stop what you were doing if he stopped talking

by the end of it, the both of you were spent 

Jisung was going to say something to you about how you were probably the best thing that’s ever happened to him when he heard someone knocking on his door

“hey man, are we gonna crash here tonight or are we going to fly out tonight?” it was one of the members of KidZ 

you quickly turned to look at pistol but Jisung somehow broke through the cuffs and held you down, “I think we should spend the night.. I’m a little jetlagged..”

“alright man, see ya tomorrow..” you could hear the receding footsteps 

when you both heard nothing, Jisung lets go of you and wraps the blanket over you, “please stay.. at least for the night...”

maybe it was the alcohol 

maybe it was how tired you were

maybe it was because you actually wanted to be with him

but you nodded 

Jisung flashed a smile and went to get something for you to wear

he looked like a completely different person; he looked like an actual guy his age

you kept on looking around; trying to find more information than what he told you

“hey..” his low voice caught you off guard, “take a shower with me?”

you couldn’t look up at him but you nodded

he took your hand and led you to the bathroom

you were so surprised with how loving and gentle he was, after that rough session that ended 5 minutes ago 

he helped dried your hair

kissed your shoulders in the process

gave you his shirt to sleep in 

it was like he was your boyfriend 

you were about to sleep in the other bed by yourself but he jumped in without asking or anything

you just stood there, not knowing if you should sleep on this bed or the dirtied bed 

“join me~” he whines 

you couldn’t help but shake your head and smile in adoration 

you curled up next to him and it felt like everything was right

you could feel him shift his weight onto you, indicating that he fell asleep

that was when you remembered.. you were on a job

when morning came, you were gone

Jisung was frantically looked around; any indication of you were gone

vanished without a trace

there was a knocking on the door, he hoped that it was you

he dashed to the door, but his smile faltered when it was just housekeeping 

“a lady wanted to give these to you, sir”

it was a bouquet of forget-me-nots and a card

all the card had was, “forget me not~” with your number and a kiss mark 

Jisung could feel himself getting all giddy

“whatcha giggling about?” 

Jisung almost jerked from surprise, “Chan! dude you scared me..”

“you got flowers?” Chan asked, he was getting skeptical of Jisung

“from housekeeping...” Jisung knew that if he wanted to see you again, he had to keep you a secret 

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