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zooophagous · 8 months

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(This entry of Wayward Souls contains a sex scene, viewer discretion is advised)

“I told you I’m fine.” Ursula grumbled and sipped her watery coffee at the breakfast nook. The table had been wiped down thrice. Why was it dusty? Why was everything so dusty? She swore she saw little wafts of lint fuzz on the surface of her creamer.

“You’re not fine. The reason you aren’t in incredible amounts of pain right now is probably because that burn on your leg went all the way through your skin and wrecked all the nerves in it.” Artemis replied in an annoyed tone. “It’s not as if we have any concrete plan anyways so what’s the hurry.”

“Well dear, two things. We need to find a way to clear both your name and Mr. Strauss, so long as the powers that be are convinced he’s a murderer, we have no allies and nowhere to run, and the house won’t stay hidden very long. Second and more importantly-” She said with an emphasis on ‘importantly’- “We need to find Troy before the Witchfinders do. He’s in mortal peril, and if he shifts again so is everyone else in a five mile radius. He’ll blow the lid off of our entire way of life, or blow off his own head, or BOTH in short order.”

She huffed and crossed her arms. “And I don’t know about you but I cannot coordinate a lycan hunt with zero staff from a damn hospital bed. Besides. I hate jello.” She slurped her coffee and managed to spill some of it, then furiously blotted it up with a scowl.

Artemis sighed. “You’re right, you’re right. As always, of course.”

“You sound unconvinced.”

“It’s just… if we do find him, we have nowhere to house him. We don’t have a safe bolt hole for him anymore. What if looking for him just makes both him and us a bigger target anyway? Maybe he’s safer as is.”

“As much as I wish I could believe that, Artie, there haven’t been any sightings reported of him, and he hasn’t self-reported either. Neither I nor the two or three remaining staff members has been in contact with him. His silence does not bode well.”

She stared blankly into her coffee with a thin lipped seriousness. “If it is too late for him, I still would like to find him. Give him a Christian burial. Keep him out of some skull collection.”

“The skull collections never seemed to be an objection before.”

A deep voice came from the room behind them. Mr. Strauss had risen, and slowly shuffled into the kitchen with a wide, ugly yawn that showed the full length of his fangs.

“Believe me Strauss, Troy deserves a better end than anyone you bumped into in the research library. If it makes you feel better, I’m sure they’re all nicely cremated now along with my rare books and my research and my files and all of my payroll- oh God.” Ursula dragged her hands down her face.

“Tax season is going to be AWFUL after this. Ugh.”

“Chin up, Frau Harker. The photos in the news show that the library was only partially burnt. All you have to do is hunt down the looters who no doubt are sharing their newly unearthed secrets on the information superhighway.”

“This injury isn’t making me want Dilaudad, Strauss, but you are.” Ursula finally caved and wrenched open her pill bottle full of some prescription pain killer.

“I am surprised the hospital let you go, looking like that.”

“You aren’t the only one who hates hospitals, Strauss.”

“Yes. I do agree with you, however. Troy must be found, and found soon. If he is still alive it is likely he is injured, lost or captured. They may be tormenting him as we speak.”

“Alright, you win. I’m outvoted.” Artemis stood up and began to walk away. “But we’ll start tomorrow. We need at least one night’s rest, then tomorrow we’ll pack, and then hunt for Troy. Auntie, can you handle your own wound care for a bit?”

“I can handle it better than the good for nothing triage nurses. I’m in the best possible hands. My own.” She gulped down a handful of pills. “Still, if we’re going to take a night to rest, I’ll dip into these painkillers. It will at least force me to sleep.”

“If your leg continues to bother you, I will happily assist you in amputating it.” Strauss grinned and licked his teeth.

“Don’t threaten a member of the Van Helsing family on their home turf, Strauss. You’ll wake up the ghosts and piss them off.” She got up with a grunt.

“I’m going to get some rest. Artie, you should too. We’ll have plenty to think about on the drive into town.”

Artemis turned and walked stiffly down the hall. Ursula went her separate way to the guest room she’d claimed for herself. Strauss lingered alone in the hall. He tilted his head and stared at Artemis’ back as her shadow grew fainter further away.

He was unsure what it meant. Her emotions could only be conflicted, negative- but she was still difficult to parse. He hesitated a moment, then followed her. She made it up the stairs, to the master bedroom. She entered it silently, but left the door open behind her.

Strauss hesitated at the threshold. This was not a clear invitation. Or was it? Well. He did not wish to be alone all night long in the Van Helsing manor, so he resolved to be rude, and ask forgiveness if needed. He pushed his way into the dark space. A cool night breeze brushed past the gossamer curtains, lifting them in billows. Artemis’ dark silhouette stood among them, arms crossed, head down, apparently deep in thought. He quietly crept behind her and finally rested his head upon her shoulder. She startled slightly but instantly tamped it down.

“Mr. Strauss. There’s something I need to give you.”

“Oh?” He wrinkled his brow in confusion.

“Your freedom.” She pulled a folded paper from her pocket and handed it to him. “That is a signed form of relinquishment from the Institute. Only blank one I could find in storage. It hereby, and henceforth, deems that you are no longer the property of the Van Helsing Institute.”

“I don’t understand.”

“You’re free to go, Strauss. Even if the chase was called off now, I don’t have the facility to adequately care for you anyway. It was stupid and clueless and heartless and just… cruel to even capture you in the first place. I’m giving you my word that if you leave and save yourself now, nobody from my side will hunt you down.”

“Artemis.”

“I should have done it a long time ago. I’ve been meaning to all along, you know? That was the end goal. To release you back into the wild at the end of the project. Well, the project is over now. So we can skip to that step.”

“It does not work that way, Van Helsing.” He hooked his claws over her shoulders and held her firmly while whispering directly into her ear. His cold, stale breath made the hairs on her neck rise.

“You have caught the tiger, Frau Van Helsing, and you have tamed it. Have you not read The Little Prince? You are responsible forever, for what you have tamed.”

She pulled out of his grip and spun to face him, only for him to catch her by the wrists.

“Get off.”

“What was it you said to me before? Once a vampire is invited in, it is hard to convince them to leave?”

“Don’t make me knee you in the groin.”

“Troy is my friend too Artemis.” He let go of her and backed off. “Believe it or not, so is Ursula.”

“I don’t know if you can call your gaolor a friend, Strauss.”

“No, I cannot. You are my captor, yes. But you are not my friend. You are something else. You, Van Helsing, are my mate. You own more of me than you can relinquish with a piece of paper.” He took the form and let it fly out the window on the breeze.

“If you attempt to leave me behind, I shall declare you my rival and hunt you. I would become a quarry too tempting for the seasoned slayer to resist. I will stalk you like a wild beast if you dare put me out.”

“You’re only in the line of fire any time you’re close to me.”

“Then let me die happily, for once. I have already died miserable before.”

He put his hands back on her shoulders, this time more of a caress and less of a grip. “There is also, to be considered… the ‘little death’ as well.” He licked his lips.

“That’s what you’re thinking about? At a time like this?”

“And what better time. One more evening of rest, and then tomorrow? We do not know if we will live or die. If I am to be captured and slain like a predatory animal, I should like to go to my grave with a pleasant memory to warm my bones.”

She rested her hands on his chest and looked him up and down before finally looking him in the eye. “I wish it wasn’t like this. I wish we had a little more time.” She smiled sadly. “Best to make the most of it while we can. Memento Mori.”

Strauss dove in quickly for a kiss, quickly enough that his fang caught her lip and made her bleed. She gasped, but grabbed him by the head and ears, controlling his advance. He backed off long enough to lick her blood from his lips and continue, gently threatening with the tips of his fangs.

She grabbed his shirt and began to steer him towards the bed. He continued his onslaught of bite-feints, using his height to loom over her until she lay flat on the bed beneath them. He folded his body over her own like a cloak.

While he kissed and groped, she popped open the buttons of her blouse, and freed herself awkwardly from her bra. She felt her way down Strauss’ torso to his pants, trying to find and open his fly. He wasn’t holding still. Finally she had a handle on him and slid her hand into his pants to hold his arousal.

He stopped his barrage of kissing and stared fixedly at her. She stared back with a confused look of concern.

“What’s wrong?”

“Van Helsing.” He slowly backed off of her. “I very much desire to bite you.”

“Like actually bite me?”

“Yes.”

“Ah.” She breathed heavily and looked away. “Excuse me a minute.”

She rolled out from under him and left the bed. Strauss sat down on the edge of the bed and put his head in his hands with a frustrated groan. Embarrassing. Complete failure as a lover, but was that surprising?”

“Here.”

He looked up. Artemis had returned, holding something.

“Was ist das?”

“It’s fine. We just need to use a little protection.” She smirked. The item dangling from her hand had straps. She approached and fitted it over his face, obscuring his mouth- and strapped it tightly into place.

“A muzzle.” She stated matter of factly. “An old type of vampire management tool. Inhumane by our standards… but maybe it will do for this.”

Strauss reached up and felt the thing on his face. It was uncomfortable. It conjured up memories of a film about Silent Lambs he’d watched with Troy. “You would muzzle your loyal lap dog, Van Helsing?” He teased though muffled.

“I’m responsible for you, remember? That means you’re allowed to bite when I say you can. If you’re staying, you’ll have to be good.”

She did not have a well practiced authoritarian voice. Still, being made to obey gave him a thrill, a thrill that ran down his leg to his groin and quickly lured him back to bed. She took the strap near his ear and steered his head down to her chest and pulled him over her like a blanket.

He had already managed to escape from his pants, and his anatomy was now craning outward, begging to be touched. She would make him wait. One knee held him up and off of her for the moment, and she took his hand and guided it to her skirt. Her underwear was quickly discarded.

His hands were cold, and his claws left a distinct pinching sensation on her more tender places. She didn’t care, and didn’t stop him. The physical pain was like a shock that jolted her brain away from the emotional agony of the past few days. Strauss’ free hand had found one of her breasts, and he rested his head near it, listening to the pounding of her heart to excite himself.

Artemis relaxed beneath him and allowed him to lavish his pleasures on her. She felt an awkward piece against her leg, and opened her eyes to see Strauss trying and failing not to grind against her in desperation. She took pity on him and took him into her hand and pulled him down into the crease of her body.

There was a pinching sensation again as he mounted her and began to chase his own release. He wanted to be rough, but cognizant of his own strength, instead gripped the sheets until they ripped beneath his claws to spare her soft skin the abuse.

She wrapped her legs around him, easy to do with one so thin, and held and massaged his ears as his desire rocked the bed. He burrowed his face into her neck. She could feel his teeth against the other side of the muzzle, trying and failing to find purchase on her artery.

The denial of the bite seemed to frustrate him, and his pace increased as he looked for satisfaction one way or another. Artemis felt her breathing grow shallow and her muscles tight, as Strauss carried her to the finish.

He had done his job. Now he sought his own reward. He settled into a steady rhythm and a nearly trancelike stare. He had called her his mate, yes, and she got the sense that this strange being, this creature was truly more ‘mating’ than he was making love. For all the sense that made.

She held onto him tightly as he braced for his crescendo, and with a shudder and a grunt she felt the uncomfortable wetness of his release in her embrace. He ground to a stop, and slowly deflated off of her to fall by her side, still clinging to her in a possessive embrace.

“We’ll need to get up and get cleaned up early before Ursula sees us.”

“Don’t think about her right now. Let us sleep. May I stay here with you Van Helsing? Please?”

“Of course.” She nestled in next to him. “Strauss? Do you love me?”

“Yes.”

“That’s too bad.” She mumbled, nearly dozing. “After all of this, you really shouldn’t.”

“Do you love me, Van Helsing?”

“I do.”

“Then that will cover a multitude of sins.”

#wayward souls #writing

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shizuedayo · 1 year

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Random Thought

We repeatedly saw "Seele" trying to impersonate Seele, but never have we seen Seele impersonate "Seele"...

It would be fun to see them impersonate each other as a prank during April Fool's It would probably be something like this: --5 days before April Fools--

"Seele": "Hey Seele, are you planning something for April Fools?" Seele shakes her head Seele: "Nope, why the question?" "Seele": "I saw the Twins buy balloons and paint the other day, probably to make paint balloons and throw it to everyone's faces, and I think that dumb bird's planning something... scammy." Seele: "I can see the professors and the staff having a hard time cleaning the mess..." Seele mumbled, already imagining the paint-splattered walls the twins would bring upon them that day, and the angry screams of a certain lobster-head "Seele": "So why not join them? Since there's going to be chaos and all of us would be inevitably affected. Besides, it's been a while ever since we did something together." Seele fell into deep thought In one hand, she believes that they shouldn't contribute to the chaos considering that everyone (well, except the perpetrators) would have a hard time dealing with it afterwards, on the other hand though... "Seele" is right. It's really been a while ever since they did something together. The two of them are always busy training, completing missions, and helping those in need. There are even days where the only moments they see each other is at the start and at the end of the day. Hmmmm... I think this would be a nice change of pace. Besides, seeing "Seele" be excited on doing something is quite rare. Even if it's meant to cause more chaos...

So.... Seele eventually agreed. Seele: "Sure, it's really been a while ever since we did something together, that day is also a weekend so we have the day to ourselves. The question though... What should we do that day?" The two of them fell into silence "Seele": "Swap canned foods for expired ones?" Seele: "NO! We don't want people to get food poisoning and get hospitalized just for a simple prank..." "Seele": "How about stealing lobster-head's latest invention and go guns ablazing?" Seele: " 'Seele'... We're gonna cause property damage if we do that... Preferably something harmless, please."

Harmless... something... harmless... hm? This can do. "Seele": "How about you act like me and I'll act like you for a day? It's something only we can do and it won't hurt anyone, right?" Besides, I wanna see how you would impersonate me hm~ Seele: "Ah, like that one time you-" "Seele": "Ahem. We don't need to bring up the past." Seele: "Sure, we can do that, but 'Seele'..." "Seele": "What? Don't tell me we can't do this too?" Seele: "Nono, it's just that... are you fine with this?" "Seele": "Well, do you have any other ideas?" Seele: "...Okay then. But I have to prepare, I don't really have any experience acting as you like you do." "Seele": "I'm sure you'd do fine" And indeed she did. Too perfectly may I add. too lazy to write more since I have to draw but basically During the 5 days of preparation, Seele keeps staring and taking notes of "Seele's" habits (much to "Seele's" embarrassment). Being the hardworking girl she is, she also researched about how to act www All in all, she's taking this way too seriously wwwwwwww Then when the big day came, Seele acted as her other self so well and so perfectly to the point her other self had existential crisis :"DDD

Heck her performance was so stellar to the point that when Seele was offered spicy food she ate it like no problem, maintaining her act flawlessly (even complaining it's not spicy enough for her taste), while "Seele's" struggling to eat sweet foods, her facade slipping from time to time wwww Bronya even believed the two's prank (although she had some suspicions of "Seele" (who is impersonating Seele) because she's acting weirdly www). But Bronya for sure didn't even doubt Seele's "Seele" act www In the end, "Seele" herself stopped the whole prank because she died a thousand times internally when she witnessed Seele's "Seele" tsundere act :"DDDD "Seele" asked how tf did she manage to do it so perfectly and Seele listed three reasons: 1. The both of them know each other for a long time; 2. She researched a LOT so she won't embarrass "Seele" (though it had the opposite effect); and 3. She took pointers from Senti xD The last point basically gave "Seele" a target to take out her embarrassment but then she would be bullied by Senti and her mind-reading teasings wwwwwwwww

#seele vollerei #seele #honkai impact #LOOK #I CAN WRITE FLUFF TOO #I'll probably draw this for April Fools next year w #let's see wwww #Total Seele count: 52.

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bisexualpositivity · 2 months

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Hi! I'm submitting an ask mostly to... Maybe seek some validation for how I'm feeling and out of curiosity if anyone feels similarly.

So, I am a bisexual woman, that much I'm certain of. I've only ever had romantic relationships and been intimate with men, not due to lack of wanting to, more due to lack of queer femmes I was attracted to and that were also attracted to me. I'm in a long term relationship with a man - although he is very accepting and has said he doesn't mind if I want to sleep with other women (and not because he thinks it would be hot either, just because he doesn't want to stand in my way if I want to explore the "other side" of my sexuality) but I'm not really a casual hookup kind of person, so I have no plans of actually doing that. I'm mostly pretty confident in my identity even without having the experience. Anyways, all that is besides the point but maybe it's relevant. Idk.

If I had to define my identity more specifically, I guess I would describe myself as biromantic and demisexual, but it's a bit more complicated than that still.

Basically, I feel like I am demisexual only when it comes to my relationships with men. I am not/only very rarely sexually attracted to men when I have no romantic interest in them. It's very rare for me to see a man in the street that I am immediately sexually attracted to. I may have an aesthetic attraction to them, but it's not sexual at all, it's more like looking at a flower or a beautiful sunset. However, it's different with women. It's much more frequent for me to be immediately not just aesthetically but sexually attracted to a woman I see, even without any romantic interest. As for folks in between, I generally tend to be attracted to androgyny and femininity more than masculinity, on average.

Part of me wonders if it's because as a woman, I subconsciously feel more "intimidated" when it comes to being intimate with men, so I need a certain level of connection to feel safe enough to even consider getting to that point, whereas another woman feels more "safe" and less likely to hurt me?

And another part of me feels some sort of guilt about it, like I'm unfairly sexualizing women the way society likes to do to us. I don't approach the people I feel this way about, of course, I just wonder if there's a societal conditioning aspect to how I feel, like I've seen women be sexualized more throughout my life while men were the romantic interest, so is that why I inherently think of women as more sexual/physically attractive than men? Because that's how I've been taught to see women? I wanna think I don't objectify anyone, and it's not inherently objectifying to be physically attracted to someone, right? But what if this is me subconsciously doing that thing where some people don't value f/f relationships the same as m/f ones, and don't take it seriously, reduce it down to "it's hot" and that's all?

That's the point where some doubts creep into my identity, I guess. Since I have no romantic relationships with women under my belt, can I really know? (The old familiar questions we and other people constantly ask ourselves! Which I hate!!) I've had some crushes, but due to lack of any possibility of pursuing (most of my girl crushes were very much straight) they always ended up being kinda surface level. So... what if I only see women sexually, not romantically? Like if I were to try and date a woman, what if I realised that romantic part just wasn't there? And if that was the case, would that be wrong?

Basically, I know I'm bisexual, for sure, but sometimes I wonder if I'm somehow bi for the wrong REASONS if that makes any sense. It's like bi imposter syndrome or something.

Okay I'll wrap up this wall of text- sorry for using the ask box to have my little identity crisis lol

I'll try to respond to individual parts of what you've said here.

what if I only see women sexually, not romantically?

Are you familiar with the split attraction model? It's definitely not perfect, but what you're describing would definitely resonate with a lot of the people who use it. The SAM was originally created to better explain how someone can be asexual but not aromantic and vice versa. You may have heard terms like "biromantic asexual" and "aromantic pansexual" - those terms make use of the split attraction model.

(In fact, you yourself used "biromantic" and "demisexual" to describe the way you currently identify ^^)

if I were to try and date a woman, what if I realised that romantic part just wasn't there?

If that's a description that best fits your personal experience, I don't see a problem with it at all. While it's possible you might be suffering from internalized homophobia and/or your feelings might change someday to include romantic attraction to women, there's really no rush to figure out these things for sure.

Some gay men will meet a woman they're attracted to and no longer identify as gay, vice versa with lesbians. Plenty of gay people in that exact situation will choose to see those men/women as exceptions to the general rule of their lack of attraction to that gender. Neither of these groups are in the wrong.

Point being, you're the one who decides which labels fit you best, imposter syndrome be damned. Nobody else can make the decision for you, and that's one of the most beautiful things about being queer 💗

#asks #anons #advice #questioning advice #bisexualpositivity

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forcebookish · 1 year

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ok so just some thoughts i need to get off my chest...but does anyone else find the "mew is secretly an evil manipulator" theories kind of cartoonish? 😭 like i just bust out laughing whenever i picture it bc i can't take it seriously. and call me boring but i would much prefer mew to be the "constant" of the friend group (bc let's face it in a show like this you need one) and it's gonna be earth shatteringly heartbreaking when he falls in love with top, has sex with him, and then realizes he just experienced the ultimate betrayal. idk that to me is way more interesting than "haha i was playing you all along." not saying he's not a flawed character (and i hope we see more of his flaws as the series goes on) but i really don't think it's in the way people think. but with that being said i will still be hoping for him to m*rder boston 🙏 (anyway thank you for allowing me to vent in here. i really appreciate all your theories/takes on the series so far!)

(thank u and ur welcome!!🥰 I'M GONNA WRITE A LOT AGAIN)

oh it's totally cartoonish! every time i see it i'm like, "...you guys know that they're, like, good writers, right?"😅😂

the whole point of mew as a character is his not being the stereotypical, wilting flower virgin but someone who is sexy and knows his worth. (and i'm not going to rehash everything else that tells us mew is definitely a virgin.) i agree, that is so much more interesting and smarter than 'actually, everyone's lying except boston, the character we've established is a pathological liar' lmao. the fact that BOSTON "confirms" their suspicion makes it even funnier that they're sticking to their guns.

i mean,

"or maybe?" he's just making stuff up as he goes along. this isn't just an obvious lie, we see boston earlier tell ray to go after mew because they haven't been sleeping together, to make top jealous:

and if they insist it's just to "secure" or "play" top for whatever reason, then what the heckadoodle-do is this about?

side-note: notice how boston rarely speaks in absolutes when he's weaving his web? "maybe," "might," "probably," etc. he preys on everyone's preestablished doubts and insecurities, making his lies even more believable to them. little pokes and prods, like he's just helping them work through a problem - a problem he's creating. he can say, 'hey, i'm just saying it could be true.' fucking diabolical. he also has this smug, devious smile on his face - something that true deceivers who revel in the lie do. (and people have the audacity to say that top is smug? please.)

why would mew go out of his way to vet top after he was already his boyfriend? and then dump him? (which could have easily backfired. top could have said no; mew knew that.) why would he care if top is his "type" and checks off his checklist? he wants to make sure that top is boyfriend material before he sleeps with him so he doesn't get his heart broken, which is NORMAL. even if he weren't a virgin that's a perfectly normal way to navigate a relationship with someone you don't know very well yet, especially after what boston said. all the "implications" and "foreshadowing" that i've seen the fandom bring up are literally just him... flirting lol

re: mew's flaws, mew's definitely got more going on than we've seen, especially since we know how perceptive and intuitive he is (and that, by his admission, he gets snoopy and obsessive when he's really into someone). of the boys, i think mew's the character we know the least about because most of what we see of him, he's reacting to other characters and he doesn't always say a lot. besides the "interview" shots and maybe one or two other fleeting, superficial moments, i can only think of one scene where he's actually left alone with his thoughts:

and it's him feeling bad about making top sleep on the couch and deciding to get up to check on him/invite him to bed - not something a "manipulator" would do when no one is looking.

it is really ominous that production has hinted at nick and mew being "helpers." i could see mew going off the deep end and join in nick's, uh, colorful approach to relationships fjdlskjgjm but i just think he's going to snap or something, that won't have been his master plan all along lol (maybe they have to hide the body together) (haha jk... unless?)

yikes, i really did write a lot. thank you for enabling me, anon!💕

#anonymous #asked and answered #ofs liveblog #my caps

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izzy-b-hands · 2 years

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Kraken Era Blackhands that tumbles into the promise of Steddyhands? why not. it happens here anyway lmao

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"Don't make it weird," Ed mutters, shifting Izzy onto his back. "You're lighter than I remember."

"I doubt that," Izzy says, letting his head loll forward over Ed's shoulder. His arms wrap around Ed's chest, and his legs at Ed's waist.

"No, you are," Ed grunts. "Frenchie?"

"Yeah?" Frenchie jogs up from behind them. "Raid over?"

"Absolutely not," Ed scoffs. "Go get Fang and Ivan from the ship. I should have brought them and Jim instead."

"I'm here at least," Jim interjects. "Hey, his foot is still bl-"

"I'm aware," Ed snaps. "I need to carry Izzy back while you lot get started."

"Uh," Frenchie frowns. "Not to have Fang or Ivan carry Izzy back?"

"Don't question me," Ed continues. "Not now, not ever."

"Are you just mad because you stepped on Izzy's foot accidentally and now-"

"Move, both of you," Ed charges past them back down the path, head down like a battering ram.

They step aside, and Izzy fights off a giggle. What else can he do with all of it but laugh? It's that or cry, and that wouldn't be taken very well by anyone.

"Stop wiggling," Ed commands. "Izzy. Iz! Israel!"

He drops off of Ed's back into the dirt, cackling.

"Stop," Ed says sternly, but his lip wobbles.

"I'm trying," Izzy gasps.

"You aren't," Ed bites his bottom lip, but a giggle escapes. "Stop it!"

Izzy gives in and rolls nearly face down on the path, stomach aching from laughing.

"Fine then, I'll haul you back like this!"

Ed's hands grab his ankles, rolling him onto his back before dragging him.

"Fuck," Ed snorts. "I'm gonna crack your skull open on a rock."

He drops to the ground, covers his hands, and laughs.

"Thank you for stopping," Izzy pants, barely fighting off another giggle fit. "This takes me back though."

Ed lifts his head and nods. "Fuck. I'll get you back."

Izzy pats the dirt beside him. "Let the rest of them find us. Either Jim and Frenchie will wind up back here, or Fang and Ivan will come looking."

"Yeah," Ed sighs and lays by him. "But we were gonna go raid that small encampment on the other-"

"Ed," Izzy interrupts. "It's abandoned. I'm almost certain. The Kraken has done well to earn the fear of everyone and everything near here. If they can find a way to head elsewhere, they have. It's been like that for a good while now..."

Ed sighs, then scoffs, then grumbles which turns into a scream muffled in his hands.

"Ed?"

"How did I do this again?!" Ed says miserably. "I speed ran it this time too! Even faster than when I was Blackbeard. Now there's nothing going on, nothing exciting, nothing new or different, AGAIN!"

He wants to say something, but he doesn't know what would be best.

"Iz," Ed sits up. "I don't. I don't think I want to die."

"That's good to hear," Izzy drags himself up despite a persistent dizziness. "I don't think I want to die either. Not right now, at least."

"I want him back," Ed continues. "And I want our crew again, and-"

Ed turns to him. "I know you and Stede hate each other. I know."

"I'd hate him less if he took any of it seriously," Izzy says. "He knows he could die, right? Because despite having nearly died more than once now, he seems to not get it. It's concerning, and it effects everyone-"

"I know," Ed interrupts. "I'm. Going to ask something of you. I'm banking on your loyalty."

"I'll help you find fucking Bonnet," Izzy grumbles. "I'm tired, Ed. If he makes you happy, we'll find him. You want another party to go to? We'll find one. If you want it, I will do my damnedest to find it. Besides, rarely have I had reason to say no to you or question you if it didn't also affect the crew, so..."

"Really?" Ed asks. "And you'll stay, after?"

"What is your obsession with keeping both of us?" Izzy scoffs.

"I don't want to 'keep' either of you," Ed scoffs back. "Why wouldn't I want you both around if I like both of you, if I lo-"

Ed pauses. "Oh. Oh fuck."

"Oh no," Izzy says. "Not now. Ed-"

But then he's in Ed's lap, gently pulled over and helped to sit comfortably despite his foot still bleeding away, and maybe what Ed's suggesting might not be so bad.

"They had this," Frenchie says, and sets their bounty down on the galley table.

"This is a piece of string," Ivan remarks, nudging it with a finger. "And three coins. That I'm fairly sure aren't in use anywhere anymore."

"They also had this scarf they didn't need," Jim lays the floral purple scarf down. "And some oranges."

"Boss might like the scarf," Fang says. "And we can always use more oranges. The string..."

"Never know when we might need some string," Frenchie offers.

"Exactly!" Fang smiles. "And the coins might be of interest to a collector. All in all not bad for-oh, how many did you kill?"

"None," Jim replies. "It's like, three families and a few single old people there. They made us lunch, actually."

"Then we told them who we were and what we were supposed to be doing," Frenchie says. "And we came to the agreement, once Ed and Izzy didn't come back, to just have lunch and they'd offer up what they could if we'd leave them alone."

"Diplomatic," Fang says. "Where are Ed and Izzy then?"

"They aren't here?" Jim asks.

"No," Ivan replies slowly. "Fuck."

"I think we ought to put away the loot first," Frenchie says hesitantly, watching for reactions. "Find out where to put the string. Eat an orange or two. The scarf and coins we can set aside for Ed."

"A nap would be good too," Fang says. "So we don't get tired looking for them. Easier to get hurt that way."

"Rum will help us sleep better," Ivan adds. "Jim, shall we-"

"Fuck yes," Jim grins and leads the way to the pantry.

"They'll come back," Izzy yawns. "You're cold, let me give you my vest..."

"I'm fine," Ed mumbles. "I could put my shirt back on if I wanted."

"Hm. Yeah," Izzy snuggles into his bare chest. "I figured they'd walk in on us midway through."

"Me too," Ed sighs. "Ah well. More time to plan out things, figure out where to start looking for Stede..."

A fingertip traces the length of his jaw. "And to enjoy this. I missed this, Iz. I missed..."

"Don't worry about putting words too it," Izzy says. "Not now. It fucked us up the last time, doing that, remember?"

"Things are different now," Ed replies. "We're different now. That could be different too."

He'll already be sharing Ed with Stede. That's already a huge difference.

The emotions feel too huge to tackle now though, as the sun sets and they huddle into the brush near the path.

"I'm not good at any of this," Izzy keeps his eyes shut, face half pressed against Ed. "You know that."

"I know," Ed says. "But you'll try?"

"I want to be better."

The words are barely audible, even to him, but Ed hears it. He knows when Ed pulls him closer and tighter.

"I know you do. Me too."

"We were supposed to go find something," Frenchie says, bumping into Jim. "Shit, Ed and Izzy."

"Those are someones," Fang corrects, grabbing a new rum bottle from the latest box. "Here, you're nearly empty."

"Hey," Jim slings an arm over Frenchie's shoulders. "I'm gonna tell Ivan how cute Olu is. You wanna join us?"

Frenchie nods. "Hang on, I needed to-ah, there we go. More rum!"

"More rum!"

#text post #spoiler alert no they will not remember to go find ed and izzy but that's ok bc they're fine #i mean they spent a good few hours making out and talking and frotting on a public path and have some scrapes #and Izzy's foot has...well. probably stopped bleeding on its own or the dirt has stifled it so they're fine!#long post

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cosmosoracle · 1 year

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"The book is gone."

Zinnya gets straight to the point once we're all comfortable around our room. Hoyt has returned to his very gloomy attitude, absolutely infuriated at the situation, but keeping it all in. The half elf seems to have the most pragmatic and realistic approach to it all, swinging her legs as her eyes move between the goblin and me; in the meantime, I have taken a hold of the seashell I sleep in, the cosmic influence on me still way too strong to keep in check to just float.

I give a sad but knowing sigh in return. "I thought so... the Man in Red informed me about his friend being here to deal with you..." I'm surprised that none of the Generals had anything to say or suspect about us - especially Opak, who seems to have been there throughout the whole scene. My eyelids partially drop over my glowing gaze. "I was ready to give it up as well. I had no other choice; when I realized that the tattoo was gone, I just couldn't give up and leave you guys to face this alone. It is my fault if you got into this situation. I'm so sorry, and I promise I'll make it up to you for it."

"You have to make up for nothing, just don't do it again," Hoyt intervenes, direct and imperative as usual. It's one of the rare occasions in which Zinnya also agrees.

"Yeah, Lia, seriously. Don't get eaten, don't challenge huge crocodile men out of the blue, don't get stabbed in the heart! I knew that would have been the best reminder to carve on your locket, but it sounded weird back then. And now I regret it. Don't die again."

She pokes my chest with a finger, and I feel my cheeks warm up in borderline shame. I poke her hand back, then I free the locket from the folds of my scarf and open it again. It is heart shaped, but it's decorated so that it resembles one of the smooth seashells I so much love. It can be read on the inside: 'Don't lose your heart'. I won't tell it to her right now, but I honestly like it more this way instead. Especially after everything that happened with the brothers, with the small seed of painful doubt planted in, it's absolutely needed to have some support...

And speaking about support, only now I realize that I don't feel any presence behind my back watching over me. The Status spell that Echo placed on me after I found Arshea, few hours before Hoyt would return to Deadbridge and the group would be reunited after the break... got broken. We weren't on the same plane of existence anymore, my death cut our connection. I feel my chest clench, he must have certainly been aware of it when it happened... I need to contact him as soon as this is over, but silent tears escape me regardless. I close the locket in my hand and take a moment, then I return to look at my friends in the eye.

"I really don't plan to. Besides... when I died again, I returned in the same spot of the line that I left when it happened the first time. There were only four people in front of me, and once the Man in Red tricked me and left me alone, I had a direct exchange with Pharasma herself."

"Wait... wasn't the Man in Red the one who brought you back? Wasn't it our deal that saved you?"

Zinnya gets a confused look from me. "Um... no, he left me there to be judged. It was someone else who spoke to Pharasma, which I couldn't hear nor see..."

"That. Is. Fucked!"

The witch is absolutely outraged. Hoyt doesn't have an open reaction. I frown, then look elsewhere to pick up the memories again, trying to make sense of them.

"...I doubt it could be him or anyone else tied to a devilish pact. She said that it can be friendship, luck and love intervening with something like this, and that this isn't a gift granted to just anyone. She said that the next time that it happens she'll be right there waiting for me, so I suppose I won't have another chance at returning..." I take a small break and bring a hand to my face, closing my eyes. "I had the most absurd experience this time. I think I also had an exchange with the brothers before going to Pharasma... they also said I'm some kind of anomaly. I don't understand."

"What I understand is that we got involved in something so much bigger than us... fucking gods, having to mess with us mortals for their own deals."

It sounds so familiar it hurts. A flash of Igris' face appears in front of my eyes for a single moment... and just like when I spoke to him, I share the same answer, bitterly, as I see his figure turning away from me and fading. "If anything, this proves that we really are chosen... it's me and you now, Hoyt." And history seems to be repeating itself: the older brother faltered with his faith according to the story, while the young one was devoted to the cause of the gods... just like us.

"Well then, in that case you may want to find a good protection for us when we get the book back," Hoyt raises his chin and looks back at me with a harsh look. "We cannot rely on Rasmia's tattoo anymore. I would do the research myself, but I'm the least well versed in this, so I'll leave it up to you."

I nod; Zinnya tilts her head. "I'm pretty sure that was a kind of ward that she invented herself; now that we don't even have it anymore, it's going to be difficult to find anything about it... honestly, I should have studied it every day since I got it, damn it."

"It doesn't matter; I have a mean to hold researches in a way that goes beyond physical availability of books and texts that may come in handy right now."

"Oh, you mean our miniature library? That's where I keep my cauldron, but I'm pretty sure that if we wanted to use it more, we should have also worked to fill it in with tomes by ourselves..."

"Well, that too to an extent, but I'm actually speaking of a spell of mine." I explain briefly to her how the Pocket Library works: while searching for something, I can conjure a tome from anywhere in the world about the topic and try my luck. Between that and attempting to attune to the collective knowledge of the Divine, maybe I can get a good chance...

"...but, Hoyt... forgive the question, but is there a reason why you want the book back?"

"They came here to us and bullied us into giving them something that isn't theirs just because they had the upper hand. That is something I cannot let slide."

"But that book brought you so many problems," Zinnya also took part in the conversation. "Why is it so important that we keep it?"

Hoyt glares at her in return; it has become such a common occurrence that Zinnya doesn't seem to even notice it anymore. "It is a book with a soul in it, and now it's in the hands of a devil. Do you know what he wants to do with it?"

"No, do you?"

"No, that's why I'm worried and I want it back - that specific one."

"And I want it back too," I add myself back in the conversation. I give a complicit look at Hoyt. "And that book will be specifically recognized by my Zegarek on the back of its cover."

"In any case, at this point I don't think that we have to stay in Outsea for all of this anymore... I like it, but maybe it's going to be best to start heading to the lake Prophyrian and its Vault of Tears. The first week of this month has almost come to an end, and we should take around two weeks from here to reach it if we move fast - just in time for whatever is going to happen there." Our discussion shifts to our travel planning for a bit. Between the chance to make a fast detour to Torch before the New Moon in three days, so that Hoyt can get back his reforged sword Malorak that stabbed me by Notak's hand, going by ship and using my newfound Control Water ability, or having Zinnya conjure for us flying horses, some time passes by, until Hoyt concludes the conversation.

"Then it is decided: we're leaving. It's around midday now, but... you just died. Get some rest; we resurface tomorrow."

We nod in agreement, then we watch him exit our room to return to his. We hear silence for a little bit... then something breaks, and something else after that too. I and Zinnya glance at each other. She's rolling her eyes, talking to herself: "Boys." I hold the edge of the shell a little tighter instead. I will have to go talk go him too before we leave... but, first things first, I start looking for the Missive Stone in my backpack while resuming the conversation with the younger girl.

"You never got to learn the Resurrection ritual from Echo in the end, did you?"

"Oh, no I didn't. He promised to teach me a bunch of stuff, and then he never did. I'm mad at your boyfriend! When you contact him, scare him with the new you died. Make him feel bad, for my revenge."

I'm not in the mood for this kind of jokes. "I'm sure he already knows..." I'm not even protesting to her calling him my boyfriend. "But in any case, I hope I can fix it a tiny bit. I am no teacher like he is, but he taught me that ritual before we left, so now I'd be really glad if you could learn it too. If I fall, someone's got to take care of Hoyt..."

"Hey! I told you not to do it again! Did you even hear me?"

"Yes, yes, I did! This is just in case! I'll be there in a second..."

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iyumeu · 3 years

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i can be your angle or yuor demon

summary: [takes place right after the angelic demons event] in front of you stands an angel and a demon. which would you choose?

characters featured: lucifer, mammon, leviathan (aka older brother trio)

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It had been a few days since the party that had taken place in the celestial realm. Your demonic housemates were now back to their normal, devilish selves but you notice that they seemed a little... odd. Subdued, even.

Today was no different; the brothers had been quiet during dinner, either picking at their food or simply straight up not attending dinner. You had gone to bed feeling off-kilter and worried. That was it, you decided, it was time to stage an intervention. You were going to confront your demonic housemates tomorrow and they weren't going to be able to do anything about it!

With determination in your heart, you closed your eyes... and then immediately found yourself in a strange white room with...

Lucifer

After the party

> He had immediately thrown himself back into a mountain of paperwork.

> You knew that Lucifer was the embodiment of overworking but even this was too much. He hadn't been present for dinner since all of you had returned to the Devildom and if it weren't for the incredibly rare times you caught him out in the hallway, you would have come to the conclusion that he simply decided to start living in his study room

> Alas, even when he was outside he was short-tempered, snapping at anyone who was around him and was generally just a little more forceful than usual.

> There was a moment where you brushed past him in the hallway and he had grabbed your wrist, tugging you towards him. You had jumped and whirled around, startled at the sudden action, and you weren't quite sure what your expression had been like but you knew that it prompted Lucifer to immediately let go of your wrist as if he had been burnt. He then retreated back into his office, slamming the door shut without even saying a word to you.

> He had kept his distance after that and the two of you hadn't spoken to each other since.

In the white space

Two Lucifers stood before you, one clad in his angelic costume while the other wearing his demonic form.

> They seemed to be talking to one another, the Lucifer you were familiar with getting more and more agitated by the second while the Lucifer dressed in angelic garb was crossing his arms, looking at the demonic Lucifer with a placid expression on his face.

> When you step closer to them, they turn to look at you in tandem.

> "MC."

> It's strange how your name can be spoken in such different ways. Lucifer spoke your name in his usual commanding tone while the angel said it with such gentleness and cheer it gave you goosebumps.

> "Luci... fer?"

> "Yes?"

> The both of them answered together once again. It was seriously freaking you out. Were they both really Lucifer? Or was one of them a clone?

> You quickly made your way closer to them.

> Once you were closer you could see that Lucifer looked tenser than usual.

> "Where are we?" You couldn't help but glance at angel Lucifer too when you asked that question. From the corner of your eye, you see Lucifer's hand clench into a fist.

> "It doesn't matter where we are," Lucifer replied brusquely. You hadn't seen him this upset before, not even when he tried to kill you for harboring Luke in the House of Lamentation.

> "Is this how he talks to you all the time?" Instead of answering you, angel Lucifer asked you another question. It was a question that confused you. What did that have to do with anything?

> "Um... not really? He's just a little bit frustrated," you reply, eyeing the angel Lucifer warily. Something about him made you feel... something. It was a negative something. You didn't like him one bit.

> "I see." Angel Lucifer reaches out towards you. Before you can flinch back, Lucifer's hand was already painfully gripping your shoulder, tugging you to his side in an almost violent manner.

> "You are not to touch them," he said. Angel Lucifer's gaze slowly slid from you to him and you were able to see it frost over in real time.

> "Neither are you," he said, "if you're going to be so forceful. Look at them, they're hurt."

> Lucifer turned to look at you. You were frozen in the middle of rubbing at your shoulder and his eyes darkened.

> He stepped away from you.

> "You believe that everyone around you will bend to your whim," the angel said. "And if you don't, you force them to. You carry out your actions uncaring about the way it affects others and how they may think... Tell me," the angel was looking at you now, "how does it feel to live with someone so full of themselves?"

> Beside you, you can tell that Lucifer has stopped breathing. His red gaze was boring a hole through you, his wings twitching as he fought the urge to block your view of his angelic doppelganger.

> You lick your lips, gathering your thoughts. The angel too your silence as agreement and a smile spread across his face.

> "Don't you see, demon? They're afraid of you. Your overbearing, domineering treatment of them has rendered them too afraid to dare speak up in your presence."

> Lucifer flinched at the angel's words. You suddenly had a very vivid fantasy of pouncing forward and violently ripping handfuls of feathers out of the angel's wings.

> "They'll be much happier with me, don't you think?" the angel asked. You glanced at Lucifer and was absolutely shocked to see him considering the angel's words.

> "No!" The word was out of your mouth before you could even think.

> The angel raised an eyebrow. "No?"

> "No." You dug in your heels, glaring at this... oversized avian who dared to don the face of your beloved demon. Who dared to make him doubt himself like that. "No, I'm not scared of him. No, I do dare to speak up. No, I absolutely would not be happier with you!"

> You turned to Lucifer, not wanting to look at that... thing for even a second longer. He was staring at you, a rare look of surprise on his face. You stepped towards him, poking a finger at his chest.

> "You!" you started, "You may be absolutely full of yourself, but you do care! You care for Diavolo! You're always taking care of him even when it comes at the cost of your own health! You care for your brothers! You protected them when all of you first entered the Devildom and you protect them even now, even if you try to hide it. You care for me! You give me food when you notice I've been staying up late to study and you constantly ensure that my time at R.A.D. is safe and enjoyable! Do you think I don't notice this? Do you think no one notices this? Why are you believing that thing's lies?!"

> With every jab of your finger, Lucifer's eyes grow wider.

> "And you!" You whirled around to glare at the angel. "You're sitting there running your mouth when you're the one who's acting so full of yourself! I'm sick of your holier than thou attitude! Lucifer is caring, he is thoughtful, and he is so much more than what you accuse him of!” You pause for a moment to take a breath. The angel is examining you like you were a particularly interesting specimen slotted under a microscope. You’ve reached your limit. It was time to resort to violence.

> You were stopped before your feet left the ground by a pair of arms wrapping around your shoulders. It was soon followed by a curtain of dark feathers, blocking the angel from your sight, and you from his.

> “That’s enough,” Lucifer said. His voice was filled with the same confidence and pride that you know and love. “That thing is not worth your time.” A pause and then, softly, almost inaudibly, “Thank you.”

> And then,

> You wake up.

After the dream

> You were happy to see that Lucifer was no longer locking himself up his office again.

> He was also, strangely, a little more affectionate to you?

> He was also around a lot more often; not hovering per se, but just... there. A comforting presence, him by your side.

> His texts to you are more often now too.

> You start receiving gifts from him, packaged and pretty hanging on your doorknob, charmed with a powerful spell that curses everyone but you if they touch it. He still pretends he doesn't send them but you know and he knows you know.

> One day, over a dinner at the Ristorante Six, he'll finally tell you, in words, that he wants you to stay by his side; but until then, you enjoy his non-verbal affirmations of love.

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Mammon

After the party

> He became a shut in on par with Leviathan.

> However you notice that he has a lot of akuzon deliveries brought to his door, definitely more than what he could afford.

> When you try to talk to him he only shouts at you from behind his door. When you try to enter, you almost get squashed by the amount of piled up akuzon boxes and haphazardly piled up items.

> You knew Mammon was inside but you couldn't see him at all. You'd genuinely think that he got suffocated under the mess of his purchases if he hadn't been talking to you through the mess.

> But he still refused to come out to see you and you didn't know how to navigate his room, so you decided to leave him be for now.

In the white space

> There were two Mammons in front of you, one dressed in his angelic costume and the other in his demonic form. They seemed to be discussing something but you paid them no mind.

> Mammon had been your reliable protector since the start of your time in the Devildom and hence you had grown to associate safety with his presence.

> That was why you literally all but teleported to his side when you caught sight of him.

> However, the words coming out of the angel made you freeze in your tracks.

> "Shameless, greedy scum," the angel said. Mammon's body language finally registered in your head. Slightly hunched over, head turned to a side, wings curling in on himself, fists clenched and shaking... You hadn't seen him this bad before.

> "You know that they're too good for you, but you can't let them go. You'd rather chain them to you forever rather than allow them happiness. Your greed truly knows no bounds, even for someone you lo—"

> You skitter to a stop between the two. It was unnerving how much he looked like Mammon. Apart from the attire, the only difference you could tell was his eyes; Mammon's eyes were open and expressive while the angel's eyes did not give away his emotions at all. Controlled, you would call them.

> "MC," the angel greeted you with a smile.

> "MC, what're you doing here?!" In contrast to the angel, Mammon seemed aghast to see you here.

> "You want their attention and affection but you are reluctant to give yours," the angel said. "Greedy, greedy, greedy. The Avatar of Greed, do you really think you're worthy enough to stand by their side?"

> Oh, the angel was talking about you.

> Well if you weren't already angry before, you were now.

> You turn to look at Mammon only to see him shaking slightly. He refused to meet your eyes.

> "You actually hate it, don't you?" the angel said. The angel was looking at you now. "How unreliable he is. How selfish he is, always putting his own desires and needs above others. A nightmare to live with, much less be with."

> With every word out of the angel's mouth, you see Mammon flinch. You reach out to soothe him but he flinches away from you. He looked like he regretted it the moment he did it, but he had no chance to apologize before the stupid angel was opening their mouth to yap on.

> "How can anyone love something like him, much less you?" the angel asked and. Boy.

> You whirled around and threw a punch at the angel's face. It barely injured the angel and left you with a hurting fist, but the shock on the angel's face was worth it.

> "I love him," you declared loudly. "And so do his brothers."

> Mammon was staring at you with wide eyes and an open mouth.

> "And the things you've said? Utter horseshit. Mammon is one of most selfless demons I know." No one as powerful as him would allow himself to be a punching bag for his entire family without retaliation, no one but him. Mammon was the demon with the highest control, with the softest heart, and it showed with the interactions he had with his brothers... and you.

> He rarely said anything affectionate towards you, and the times he did were often rushed and unintelligible, but he didn't have to. Not when his love and affection shone through with every action he made.

> He was always giving love, only rarely ever receiving, And he never complained about it.

> And so hearing this angel spout such bullshit about Mammon, and Mammon believing it, really made you experience something.

> That something was an attempt to beat up the angel in front of you.

> You were quickly pulled off the angel, Mammon holding you tightly and firmly in his arms and you tried to continue with your punches and kicks.

> "That's enough." It was a rare occasion that his voice was so serious and it immediately calmed you down. Mammon shifted you to a more comfortable hold but did not let you go. "Ya ain't gonna hurt me with those dumb words," he told the angel, puffing out his chest. "I'm the great Mammon! I ain't gonna listen to your bullshit!"

> Warmth blossomed in your heart as you hear Mammon regain his confidence.

> "And MC is mine! No one's worthy of them but that doesn't mean I won't—"

> You wake up.

After the dream

> Mammon finally exited his room and the first person he went to was you.

> He swooped you up in a big hug, abruptly waking you from your slumber.

> He started becoming more honest and less shy as well, no longer putting on airs. His affection for you was as clear as day. It's a work in progress but Mammon is still able to convey his affection even if he ends up screaming it with a red face.

> You notice that he's been taking up more responsibility lately, even getting a steady part time job. He uses the money to take you out on nice dates and buy you nice gifts.

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Leviathan

After the party

> Leviathan had been making some headway in getting more comfortable in his own skin, cutting down on insults to himself. This party set him back a thousand years.

> Every word out of his mouth was self-derogatory and full of hate.

> He refused to answer your texts.

> He never left his room, even for mealtimes.

> In fact he didn't eat at all? Which was concerning. You even tried to bribe him with Ruri-chan, but all it resulted was a crash and a faint sob.

> It was after that that you decided to leave him be for a while.

In the white space

> There was nothing in the white space except a pond and Leviathan in his angel costume.

> Recalling Leviathan's reaction to you before, you carefully approached him and called out his name. To your surprise, he turned to look at you with a smile on his face.

> You were delighted at first but the delight quickly drained away when you recognized the bright but bland smile on his face, along with his calm, placid eyes.

> It was the Leviathan from the party looking at you now, not the Leviathan you were missing.

> "MC!" he said cheerily. "I'm so glad you're here!"

> "...hello." He didn't seem to noticed that you were being subdued, quickly stepping forward to grab your hands. You tried to suppress your flinch, fearing that Leviathan was actually in there somewhere. You scanned his body for the brainwash bangle but did not find it. Worry started to gnaw at your heart. How were you going to break this curse if you couldn't find its anchor?

> "I missed you," angel Leviathan continued. "Sorry for avoiding you, I was just throwing a temper tantrum. I won't be doing that again. As I've said before, I'll be giving up on anime, manga, and the like to forge closer connections with my brothers... and of course with you."

> You step back. The angel follows.

> "I was weak before, a no-good shut-in loser who'd rather lose himself in the 2D world rather than face reality." Unlike before, the words were spoken without an ounce of shame or even emotion. It was like angel Leviathan was stating facts rather than belittling himself. Somehow, that bothered you more.

> "You're not weak," you spoke. "You're not any of those at all. You've been putting in a lot of effort lately, and besides being interested in anime isn't a weakness. You're passionate about what you like and unafraid of showing it. Isn't that a strength?"

> Angel Leviathan shrugged, brushing your words aside. It was incredibly uncharacteristic of him.

> "I suppose," he said. "Either way, don't you prefer me like this? Outspoken, confident, unafraid? I can tell you how I feel. I love you, MC. Don't you love me?"

> There was something wrong. A nagging feeling in your heart had been present ever since you entered this strange place and right now it merely grew stronger.

> "Not like this," you said, pulling your hand away from his. "There's something wrong with you right now, Levi, you're not in your right mind."

> "I'm in my right mind. In fact, I can safely say that I've never been better. Say you love me, MC."

> Leviathan would never push you like this. He had always respected your boundaries, knowing how unpleasant it was like to have his own constantly prodded and pushed.

> "You're not Levi," you realized. Immediately you looked around, quickly moving away from angel Leviathan. "Where is he? What have you done to him?"

> Angel Leviathan looked so confused for a moment that you almost believed him. But then his expression turned to derision and your blood ran cold.

> "Why do you care about that disgusting otaku anyway? Aren't I better? Why don't you choose me?"

> The angel must have been out of his fucking mind if he thought that you were going to choose him after all this.

> You took another step back and—

> You plunge into the lake, the breath knocked out of you by the impact. Just as you started to panic, your eyes catch sight of something that made you freeze.

> There was Leviathan, the Leviathan you knew and loved, in his demon form staring back at you with wide eyes.

> What the fuck.

> Had he been here the entire time?!

> Instead of you, now Leviathan was the one panicking. He grabbed you and swam quickly to the surface, bringing you out of the lake. You gasped for air once you breached the surface, Leviathan's arm supporting you and keeping you upright.

> "Levi!" you said once you caught your breath. "Where were you? Why didn't you come up?"

> Leviathan was not looking at you. Once he had placed you back onto the shore, he suck back down into the water until only his eyes and the top of his head were visible. You put the pieces together.

> "...were you hiding?"

> "Of course that coward was hiding." Oh god. The angel was still not done. Now that you knew for a fact that he wasn't Leviathan, you felt an incandescent rage start boiling within you. You tamp it down. For now. "He didn't want to face the idea that you might choose me over him."

> Choosing again. It seemed important.

> "It's okay if you choose him instead," Leviathan was clearly lying through his teeth. "If... If it makes you happy. Who would want to be with a loser otaku like me who can't even tell the person he loves that he wants to hold their hand? Much less that he loves them?"

> Your heart was breaking and you pushed yourself into the water again. Leviathan yelped in surprise and quickly swam forward to catch you. You took the opportunity to put your hands on either side of his face.

> "Levi, there's no way I'd choose anyone over you," you told him. "You are my Lord of the Shadows and no one else can take your place."

> You feel Leviathan's cheeks heat up under your palms.

> "Do you mean it?" It was said in a whisper but you managed to catch it. You nod and a brilliant smile spread across his face.

> He looked up at the angel and maneuvered you around so that he was in between you and the angel. His tail had found its way to you and it was now curling around you in a possessive manner you had long grown familiar with.

> "MC is m... MC is my Henry! Not yours!" Leviathan declared. His tail squeezed a little tighter but you still felt no discomfort. "And I am their Lord of the Shadows. I'll protect them, so there's no way you'll ever get your hands on them!"

> You tried to cheer Leviathan on but then,

> You wake up.

After the dream

> Leviathan sent you a message to meet him in his room and you went there immediately. There, he apologized for ignoring you, saying that he hadn't been feeling well but was better now.

> The tip of his tail was subconsciously curled around your ankle but you didn't point it out to him, not wanting him to be self-conscious.

> After that you notice that Leviathan was a lot more open with his words. He still stuttered and turned red, but he was trying. Even if he ended up running away afterwards sometimes.

> Soon, he even grew brave enough to ask you to h*ld his h*nd! Once the first barrier had been breached, however, the two of you started holding hands all the time.

> If his hands were busy with gaming, expect his tail to seek you out.

> One day, he'll muster up the courage to tell you how he feels. But until then, you're happy to wait. ⭒☆━━━━━━～>º˵)ニニニニ>━━━━━━☆⭒

#obey me x reader #obey me #obey me fanfic #iyumeu writes om #angelic demons event #bullet fic #sigh here comes the tags #lucifer x reader #mammon x reader #leviathan x reader #obey me shall we date #obey me x mc #lucifer x mc #mammon x mc #leviathan x mc #im part of mammon protection squad. are you?#anyway the lore (yes there's lore) is that if you choose the angel the angel will take over the body and the demon will like... die or sth #or be imprisoned in a mind cage for all eternity. probably that. good thing u didn't choose the angel right #sorry if ur mc is not violent... if i hear anyone talking shit abt my demon dudes like that i'll legit start throwing hands #and no one will be able to stop me #hmm should i do younger brother edition...#anyway i headcanon levi as someone who respects your boundaries a lot because #of his character song and the unit song... in the unit song he's the only one who doesn't make a demand #he only makes a request: for you to hold his hand #does MC remember the contents of the dream? who knows. up to you.#your demon boyos def do though

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norangeyyy · 3 years

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Late Night HCs

Bucci Gang Edition

TW: nothing too extreme, just a little bit of hurt/comfort stuff sprinkled right here and there.

Bruno Bucciarati

► Bucciarati typically doesn't stay up late at night, he has work and would squeeze all the amount of sleep he can get on his free time.

► Unless he has a lot of things in mind.

► It doesn't matter whether it's a work-related problem, his past, a random thought, or just generally his worries about his future. It will keep him up.

► He'll definitely need someone to be an outlet but if no one's available, he'll just stare at the night sky and distract himself with the moving clouds or finish some of his work until he's too tired to think of anything.

► If you happen to be in the same situation and same place that night though, then make sure that you take care of the trust he has for you when he was at most vulnerable and he will do same with you.

► I personally headcannon Bucciarati to be the type to like those kind of conversations since i highly doubt that he has been so vulnerable in front of anyone besides Abbachio ever since he joined the mafia.

► And even then, he's mostly the one who lifts the spirits up and not the other way around since he's the leader.

► So expect to hear things and words you wouldn't expect to come from the Bucciarati you see everyday come spilling out of his mouth, it'll be a lot.

► Pat his back or better yet, give him a hug and brush his hair while doing so. He needs it a lot since he hasn't really got one after his family fell apart.

► "I feel so much better now, thank you. I'll make sure not to forget about this night. "

Leone Abbachio

► The night owl of the gang.

► Staying up until 3AM is nothing new to this man, hell, he could even go on a whole day without sleep if he has a lot of things that's bothering him.

► He's the opposite of Bucciarati, he prefers to shoulder his intrusive thoughts alone. It'd take some great amount of effort and trust to make him talk and let it out.

► What he does during those times is either using his stand to replay certain memories that could either worsen his guilt or put him at ease, or just drink until he passes out but most of the time, he does both.

► He could also be listening to some music while he does so but if he's feeling guilty for making Bucciarati concerned about his frequent drinking, then he'll just listen to music and hope that he'll fall asleep and not just keep his eyes closed until the sun rises.

► It works, kind of, but even without alcohol driving him to sleep, he'll always be tired. His sleeping schedule is seriously messed up because he never really cared about it in the first place.

► Would sometimes go out for a walk. Leone is fond of the city's peacefulness when everyone is asleep, with the only thing keeping him accompany is the cold air and the dim light of the lampposts.

► Secretly still has his police uniform and would occasionally take it out just to stare at it or talk to it in a not-so-kind of way as he sees his younger self in it.

► Gets dragged in whatever shit Narancia and the others are up to if he gets spotted. Mostly it's just for a movie night behind Bucciarati's back but Abbachio knows better and expects the unexpected when it comes to the gang.

► Knows what everyone does in late night if they're still up and has seen a lot of ungodly sights.

► Whether it be seeing a sleepy Mista and the pistols chanting a weird prayer to a bowl of cereals or Fugo being dragged out of his room by Narancia, Leone knows it.

Pannacotta Fugo

► Just like Bucciarati, Fugo rarely stays up late at night and if he does, it's usually just because he's busy.

► Fugo has hobbies like painting and reading, everyone in the gang knows that. It's just that he gets carried way too far sometimes and loses track of time.

► Who could blame him though when the book he's reading is just too interesting or the painting he's currently working on is almost done, right?

► On extremely rare occasions where something unpleasant enough to keep Fugo up at night happens, he'll bundle himself in his fluffy blanket like a butterfly in its cocoon.

► He always does this back when he's still living with his parents, it makes him feel safe from anything that's haunting him.

► And if it's neither his hobbies or problems that's keeping him up, he'll just hear Narancia whispering outside his door or Mista throwing pebbles at his window.

► For the first few times the duo did this, Fugo was still able to resist until he just can't anymore knowing that they wouldn't leave him alone all night.

► "Well, this isn't so bad. "

► He says as he enthusiastically tosses a popcorn into his mouth with his eyes glued all over the lit screen of the TV.

► Movie nights, along with sneaking out to go the nearest convenience store, became a common thing between the Torture Dance Trio™ ever since then.

Narancia Ghirga

► The type to wake up in the middle of the night and think "Hmm... Everyone's asleep, let's commit robbery tonight!"

► Fugo's sleep paralysis demon.

► Would literally not hesitate to steal chocolate bars with Mista and probably does 3AM challenges with him too.

► Never runs out of ideas to keep himself up at night and is the one who comes up with everything but what he does still depends on his mood.

► If Narancia's feeling a little too lazy then he'll just sleep and most of the time, with music keeping him accompany. But unlike Abbachio, he purposely doesn't wear headphones just to annoy Fugo whose room is right next to his.

► If he's feeling like it, he'll straight up just invite the others to watch a movie or play videogames even though Bruno has already made it clear not to use the TV after 11PM.

► But just as he likes staying up at night doing crazy things with the boys, he also uses his energy left and free time to self-study, as surprising that may sound.

► He may hate reading but he takes advantage of the fact that his brain is much active at night and he doesn't want to depend on Fugo too much. After all, he dreams on going back to school and he's more than willing to be capable enough to do so alone and pass without the other teen's help.

► Will cuddle anything that's near him while he studies but if you give him a plushie, it'll be instantly his favorite and he would definitely use it as a study buddy.

Guido Mista

► Alright, let's be honest here, this dude wouldn't even stay up if it weren't for his bros.

► 5 seconds lying on the bed and he's already knocked out for a good 10 hours if there's no work he has to do for the day. Make it 8 at weekdays thanks to his mafia-related responsibilities.

► He sleeps like a log so only a combination of shaking him up awake with Fugo and Narancia can make him rise from what seems like a two year coma but is really just a normal tuesday night.

► Will pretty much join Narancia at anything he does but since his last three brain cells are obviously still as half asleep as him, he won't be able to remember that much the next day.

► And once he's out of the room and is already sitting on the couch with the guys, Mista's the type to fall asleep halfway through the movie.

► You can't blame him though, it's 12AM and it seems that Fugo got to choose what movie they'll watch since Narancia already got to choose the other night.

► Unless they're playing videogames or are going out then he won't be acting like a slow ass PVZ zombie with a fried brain. Actually, he'll be hella active if that's the case.

► Active at grabbing every snack each second, that is.

► Actually, it's the pistols who does that but oh well, it's not like Mista's innocent too.

► "I swear it's not me who ate all of our groceries for this month! Right, guys?! It's the pistols! "

► And that, everyone, is how Guido blew their little rendezvous without even trying.

Giorno Giovanna

► There's not much to be said about this boy since just like Mista, Giorno goes to bed early as he makes sure he still gets the proper amount of sleep.

► He already has a lot of things to deal with at day so of course, by the end of it, he'll be exhausted.

► Nights before exams are excluded because although he may seem like he skips class sometimes, Giorno still knows his priorities.

► Only when he became the head of the mafia did he really started to lose sleep as great power comes with great responsibilities.

► It took a LONG time for Giorno to adjust to a lot of things cause come on, he maybe resilient but he's still a 15 year old teen.

► Not only does he have towers after towers of work but i like to imagine that he still continued his education and used some of the things he learns in class in the mafia, specifically in classes like history or geography class since as a boss, he has to know every nook and cranny of Italy.

► Not to mention that emergencies happen and he always has to be ready to give out orders, even if it means being woken up at 1AM.

► God, help this child because all the things mentioned above are just an understatement of what happens on the first few months of being in charge of Passione.

► "So this is why Diavolo looks like he's about to explode whenever something goes wrong huh. "

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gubler-me-up · 3 years

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Not That Kind of Tie

Request(s): Pls write me some smutty Hotch if that’s okay w you 🥺

heyy baby, could you write a smut one shot, with aaron hotchner, where he is a dom and the reader is a sub with a lot of degradation and him calling the reader names and just being mean?

if your not comfortable with it, that’s completely fine!! i love your writing and i hope you have a wonderful day xx

A/N: Thank you for the requests, anons! I know I said I would post this on the weekend but I’ve never written a Hotch fic so it was hard to make a concept. Had to take several breaks to ask myself if I was even writing this properly??? Hopefully it’s good and you like it! Idk if I’ll write another Hotch fic tho i dont think is for me unfortunately 🤟🏾😔 but this was a good change of character to write for. I hope you enjoy and happy reading!

Couple: Dom!Hotch/Sub!reader

Category: Smut (NSFW 18+)

Content warning: Penetrative sex, unprotected sex, rough sex, degradation, fingering, spanking, swearing, male ejaculation (in mouth), slight blowjob, slight bondage

Word count: 3k

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You knocked on Hotch’s office door to give him the files you stayed behind to finish up. You had slacked off a bit on your paperwork for Hotch and didn’t want to leave him waiting any longer. You had no idea why he had given you so much paperwork to do but you weren’t upset about it. He liked your work and must have trusted you enough to work diligently on them. Besides, you weren’t mad about spending a few extra hours with Hotch.

“Come in,” Hotch said.

You opened the door. You greeted Hotch with a gentle smile before you walked in. He only peaked up to see who it was before he looked back down to carry on with his work. Typical behaviour for him.

You slowly approached his desk and dropped the files on it, deeply hoping he would look up at you. Something about him simultaneously ignoring you but favouring you enough to keep you around longer than the rest made you curious. You wanted to look into his eyes to see if the answers laid there.

He didn’t look up again. He diligently worked through his own paperwork, not giving you the attention your curiosity craved. However, your curiosity would just have to wait.

You pivoted around to leave his office. You walked towards the door faster than you walked towards his desk. You doubted your speed would cause him to look up. If your slow, eye-catching walk up to his desk didn’t pique his interest, you doubted anything would.

“Y/N.”

You turned around surprised to hear him utter your name. He rarely called you by your first name. It sounded monotone, as usual, but there was something in it that sparked a fire in you. It didn’t sound as if he needed you for any reason in particular. It seemed he just called you to call your name. You turned around to flash a smile his way.

“Yes, sir?” You asked.

“Close the door and take a seat,” he said.

You would have questioned him further but he immediately looked back down at his paperwork to continue filling it out. You didn’t mind his demands since any time in his presence was a good time to you. You were happy to be so close to him in his office even if it was just to hear him talk to you for a few seconds.

You closed the door as he instructed and made your way over to the chair in front of his desk. As soon as you did he looked up at you. There was no-out-of-the-ordinary expression on his face. Then again he was the master of hiding any visible emotions.

“Y/N, I want to talk to you about your work,” he said.

You looked at him worried. It didn’t seem as if he was upset about your work. Then again even when he was upset he sounded calm. However, after working with him for five years you knew him well enough to know he would have addressed any concerns he had earlier. He would never push off talking to you about your work for so long.

“I don’t think that’s what you want to talk about,” you said.

Hotch broke his usual calm, neutral demeanour when you made your bold statement. He raised his eyebrows in surprise at what you had said. You looked at him with a smirk as you shrugged your shoulders.

“I’ve known you for far too long to know you wouldn’t want to talk to me about my paperwork if there was something wrong with it,” you said.

“I don’t want to criticize your work. Your paperwork is always perfect,” he said.

A smile appeared on your face but you quickly pressed your lips together to refrain it. He had praised you for your work before which was always music to your ears. His words had such a way with you. His words could wrap around you like a nice bow or like his hands around your neck. His large, strong hands probably capable of bringing you to your knees.

“Y/N?” He asked.

You blinked twice as you snapped out of your inappropriate thoughts. You were pretty sure the fact you two were the only ones left in the bureau was getting to you. You smiled at him to show him you were all there. With his level of profiling skills, you doubted he believed your mind was on track with the conversation at hand.

“Yes, sir,” you said.

“As I was saying, your paperwork is perfect but sometimes I feel as if your mind wanders other places leaving you to do your paperwork past the end of the day,” he said.

“I’m not distracted. I like staying behind to do my paperwork late,” you said.

“You stay as late as me some nights,” he said.

That was a true fact he stated. You would stay behind as late as he would on some nights to do your paperwork. You both would leave at the same time which meant you got to witness Hotch after hours more than anyone else on the team did. It always felt so intimate between you two whenever you were in the elevator leaving the office.

Every time you two would stand next to each other and talk about whatever came to mind. When your hands brushed against each other, you could feel yourself holding back from holding it. He would never move away from you either. He would stand with high confidence next to you as he talked with fire in his voice. It was hard resisting a man like him.

One time your resistance was at an all-time low. You had to have him. You needed him to indulge in you in depths he never knew you had. He gazed at you a second too long in the elevator once and you leaned towards him. He didn’t move or flinch in the slightest.

He let your lips land on his as you embraced him in a desperate kiss. He grabbed your ass and squeezed it as he indulged in your kiss. It ended as soon as the elevator doors opened but you were hooked. The feeling of his lips, his tongue, his hands. You craved it again.

“Is that an issue? It’s just a preference of mine to get my paperwork out during after-work hours. You know, get to let my hair down and loosen up,” you said.

“I can tell,” he said.

His eyes gazed down at your halfway unbuttoned blouse before they looked back up at you. You hadn’t forgotten you had unbuttoned your blouse. You had gotten hot while working so you unbuttoned it. You were going to button it up before going into his office but you decided to leave it as it was, hoping he’d noticed. You were glad he finally did.

“Are you going to say this goes against dress code?”

“You’re not on the clock, so it doesn’t. Anyway, please don’t make it a habit to stay late so frequently to complete paperwork,” he said.

“I understand, sir. I won’t distract you any further,” you said.

“Distract me?” He asked.

You smirked. “Yeah, your eyes seemed unfocused for a second.”

He stared at you for a second before he shook his head with a small smirk on his face. He looked down at his case file and closed it. You watched as he shuffled all his files together to put them in a pile. You guessed it was time for him to leave the office for the night. However, you weren’t quite ready to go.

“Sorry for inappropriately looking at you. It was unprofessional of me,” he said as he stood up.

“No, it’s okay,” you said as you shot up from your seat.

He raised an eyebrow at your eager ejection from your seat. To say you were excited to be in an elevator again with him was an understatement.

You were curious what would happen if you went just a little further this time. Would he deny you or entice you?

You wanted to know what could happen before you two entered the elevator. You leaned over his desk to get close enough to his tie. You watched him watch you grab it out of where it was tucked behind his suit jacket. He didn’t move or flinch at your touch. He let you carry on.

You looked down at his tie and caressed your thumb on it. Quality silk for a quality man. A flood of thoughts passed by your mind you just had to voice aloud. You looked up at him as you bit your lip.

“Would you use this to tie my hands together?” You asked.

His face almost broke when you said that. He had to press his lips together to hold his smirk back. You could already see past his stone-cold demeanour.

“It’s not that kind of tie,” he said.

You let go of his tie to lean back. You placed your hands out in front of him with your wrists touching. He looked at them long as if you had presented the greatest temptation to him. He then looked back up at you to see the sensuality in your eyes.

“It can be,” you said.

“Y/N-“

“Don’t tell me you’re against punishing me for going against the dress code,” you said.

You said all the words you knew would tempt him to his core. His alpha male personality mixed with his sex drive wouldn’t dare give up the opportunity to punish you for breaking a rule.

“Are you begging?” He asked.

“You could say so. Would you take me more seriously if I begged on my knees?” You asked.

He didn’t answer you. He just stuck his index finger up and twirled it. You understood your cue and turned around. You sat on the edge of his desk with your hands behind you.

No words were exchanged between you two. Just the feeling of his tie wrapping around your wrists and your heart pounding against your chest. You felt the last pull of his tie on your wrists as he tightened it.

“Turn around,” he demanded.

You turned back around to look him directly in his eyes. You could see the full control on his face. His eyes pierced through your core. You enjoyed the way his look could even make you submit. You would have let him fuck you in the elevator but his office would do.

Hotch shoved his thumb in your mouth. He cupped your chin and pulled you close to him. He leaned in close to examine your desperate face. You smirked around his thumb.

“I never knew you’d submit to being a whore so easily. I would have done this sooner if I knew,” he said.

He removed his thumb from your mouth before grabbing you by your face. He pulled you towards him but your face was the only part of you that could reach that far. Your hips hit his desk hard as the top of you was slightly bent forward.

He placed a quick, aggressive kiss on your lips before he pulled away to look at you. You breathed heavily as you stared at him. If his kiss could knock the wind out of you, you were positive you were going to be breathless after what he had planned for you.

He let go of your face to make his way behind you. His hand caressed down your back. It curved over your ass and slipped under your skirt. You yelped as soon as you felt his fingers dig into your skin. He squeezed it even harder when he heard you yelp.

“I thought you were begging to be a whore,” he said as he lifted your skirt.

“I am,” you said.

He spanked your ass. “That’s not begging, whore.”

“Please treat me like a whore,” you begged.

He spanked your ass again. “Beg to be fucked like a whore.”

“Fuck me like a whore,” you begged.

He spanked your ass again. “Again.”

“Fuck me like the whore I am,” you begged.

He spanked your ass one last time before he moved your underwear to the side. You bit your bottom lip in excitement. The area of your ass where he had spanked you stung immensely but it was a little taste of how he’d treat you.

You craved everything he had to offer you. The caress of his hand. The hair pulling. The fucking. You wanted to experience it all. And you would get exactly what you wished for.

He grabbed a bundle of your hair in his hand and pulled you halfway up. His other hand was up to no good between your legs. You moaned aloud as you felt him rapidly flicking your clit.

Your legs started to shake the more he flicked. He then slapped your pussy with a brass harshness. You yelped at the feeling but it wasn’t in a bad way. It sent a shock through you that you had never felt before.

“Why the fuck are you shaking?” He asked.

“Because you’re-“

He cut you off by shoving two fingers in you. He pumped in and out of you with speed as he indulged in the sound of you shrieking. He placed his lips against your ear.

“I don’t want a whore like you to answer. I just need you to take whatever I give you. Understood?” He said.

“Yes,” you shrieked.

“Yes fucking who?” He asked.

“Yes, sir,” you shrieked.

He pulled his fingers out of you. You heard him fumble around with his belt and soon his pants zipper. You gasped when you felt his hard dick hit your ass as it popped out of his underwear.

You couldn’t see it but you knew you were about to take a lot of dick. Your heart raced immensely at the thought of him repeatedly pounding into you. You bit your bottom lip just fantasizing about it.

“Your whore pussy better be able to take my whole cock,” he hissed in your ear.

You felt yourself throbbing down below at his words. You were more than ready to take him whole. You wouldn’t have it any other way.

“Yes, sir,” you said.

He did just what he said and shoved his whole cock into you. You screamed as he pounded into you over and over again, giving you no breaks. He shoved you down onto his desk to get you into a 90-degree angle. You definitely felt how deep he could go in the position you were in.

“That’s right, fucking take it like a disgusting whore,” he said.

You did as he asked. You let him rearrange your guts with no questions asked. You knew from the moment he kissed you and grabbed your ass in the elevator a few days back he wanted to do this to you.

The way he rammed his dick into you made you think the desk would tumble over. The force he had was remarkable. You couldn’t imagine getting fucked better than what he was giving you.

“Does your disgusting mouth want my cum?” He asked.

“Of course, sir,” you moaned.

He pulled out of you and immediately grabbed your arm. He yanked you off the desk to stand you upright. He pulled you down to the ground. You didn’t hesitate to go on your knees for him.

You looked at his dick and saw it glistening with your juices that coated it. You licked your lips as you looked up at him with excitement in your eyes. You opened your mouth to show him just how eager you were for him to cum in your mouth.

He grabbed your hair to hold your head in place. He used his other hand to stroke his dick to shoot his cum in your mouth. His dominant look sent chills down your spine. You don’t think you could ever look at him again without craving that look.

“You better not waste a fucking drop, whore,” he said.

“Yes, sir,” you said.

He then stuck his dick into your mouth and you felt his warm cum drip down your throat. You made sure not a single drop went to waste by giving his dick a slight suck. He looked at you pleased that you followed his instructions, even did a little more for him.

“That’s how I treat desperate whores,” he said.

You took your mouth off his dick. You smirked up at him. You could just imagine yourself being his whore day in and day out. Now that you got a taste, you wanted more.

“Then let me be your desperate whore more often,” you said.

He smirked as he let go of your hair. He pulled up his pants and underwear to fix himself up. He then turned his attention to you. He pulled you up by your arm and turned you around.

You could feel him untying your hands to set you free. You sighed to yourself because you wanted more of him. You could only hope the feeling was mutual.

You turned back around to see him shining his tie around his neck to tie it. You smirked as you stopped his hands from tying it. He looked at you with a questionable look in his eyes but his smile still remained.

“I guess it is that kind of tie,” you chuckled.

He smirked. “Only for you.”

“Doe this mean I can be your whore frequently?” You asked.

“Of course,” he said.

“Can we start in the elevator?” You asked.

He chuckled before leaning in to give you a kiss that you desperately wanted to feel again. You felt his hands wrap around you as he embraced you deeper into the kiss. As much as you loved experiencing his dominant side, experiencing the softer side of Hotch was the best reward you could ever crave.

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amayaonly1 · 3 years

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Diavolo's Cousin from Hell - Lesson 3 (Obey Me! x Female!MC/Reader)

@strawberry-moonpies So sorry for the delay! These past few days had been tough for me. The hostel I'm residing not only had water disruption for a few days but then suddenly there was a blackout in the middle of the night. On top of that, I had to deal with one of the most unreliable managements who's been very lackadaisical in following us up on our concerns. Anyway, hopefully, this chapter can make up for the delay. Take care!

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Diavolo's Cousin from Hell mini-series:

Belphegor couldn't recall when was the last time he ever felt so antagonised by a being's existence, let alone that of a demon, one that belonged to the royal family. Especially one that's been stuck to their beloved human since his arrival.

As soon as the so-called meeting adjourned, before any of the brothers could approach her, Balial stuck by MC's side merrily chatting away as the both of them exited the room. Whether that was intentional or not on the young Prince's part, no one would know- actually, scratch that. The contemptuous smirk he'd sent to the other demons over his shoulder was enough to provoke Mammon and Satan. Both needed to have Beelzebub grab them by the back of their collars before they could start a massacre, with Leviathan and Asmodeus at the side attempting to pacify them which only fell on deaf ears.

And as usual, dear oblivious MC didn't notice this exchange.

All of a sudden, Balial turned to the human beside him and blatantly asked, "Ah, Miss MC! Have you had the opportunity to ride a horse carriage in the human realm?"

"No," was her honest answer. "I've always found them fascinating, but never really felt desperate to ride on one. After all, it's quite a rare sight to see one in my hometown."

"Well, as a matter of fact, I humbly came here with my own horse carriage. The coachman did a splendid job driving two of our horses - Arion and Kelpie - as the journey was swift and smooth. I'm proud to say that he's trained them well as they're both well-behaved; if I do say so myself. If you like, I shall extend an invitation to you to ride my horse carriage to your abode; just the two of us."

And as usual, MC - oblivious to the simmering angry demons behind - excitedly replied, "I'd love to! I'll show the way to where we're staying also."

There he goes again, scoffed Belphegor in his mind, shaking his head disapprovingly as he watched MC happily leaving with the young demon.

"Seriously," grumbled Mammon once the two left the meeting room. "Who da heck does he think he is? Waltzing in here stuck to MC like a baby? And why's MC so dense to even notice that he's doing all that to rub it in our faces?"

"MC's always been a bit too nice to say no," noted Asmodeus sympathetically. "On top of that, from the way Balial has been acting around her, I would understand why MC wouldn't notice what he's actually doing. But, that's not to say that he doesn't like MC."

"Don't tell me he likes her," sighed Leviathan dreadfully.

Belphegor observed his brothers' expressions, silently. It's already a headache hearing that Balial will be dropping by here for a visit after their last experience with him, but the youngest demon brother didn't think that the young prince's obnoxious ostentatious flaunting would be taken to another degree. He took a sudden liking to MC - although, to give him the benefit of the doubt, it's rather understandable for one to gradually fall for her charm, just not this instant - and knowing that the Seven Demon Lords had a soft spot for her, he took advantage of that and went all out in hogging her attention. And knowing his persistence and obstinacy in getting what he wants, Balial's greed would put the current Avatar of Greed to shame.

But the youngest of the demon brothers is the Avatar of Sloth. So it's no secret that he hates anything that takes effort. That's why, he thought, as long as Balial didn't bother him or interfere with his routine, then these two weeks might not be as bad as he thought.

When he returned to the House of Lamentation with his brothers, Belphegor thought he'd take a nap in the attic room. It had been a long day for him, after all, having to attend a meeting so suddenly right after class. So there he was, climbing up the staircase that would lead him to the attic where he used to stay. He was thinking; if he happened to meet MC along the way, then he might ask her to join her. Dealing with the young Prince of the Underworld was tedious, so what better way to relax than to nap and forget all the young demon's shenanigans?

However - how very, unfortunately - standing inside the attic room was none other than the said demon. Right next to him was the elderly butler named Merihem, one of the rare demons Belphegor knew who had yet to use his powers to obscure his age, as he kept his grey hair and mustache. Like a typical butler, he sported a black suit, a pair of white gloves, and a gold monocle hanging from the right breast pocket of his coat.

The attic room, in no time at all, was starting to be filled with Balial's belongings. The sheets were replaced with the finest silk, dark orange drapes were taken down and substituted with ivory voile. The bear rug was no longer found and, instead, occupying the wooden floor was a large oriental rug. A clothing rack was set up near the full-length mirror, fully occupied by Balial's clothing. Empty leather suit cases were splayed at the side, with a few unopened ones just a foot away from him ready to be opened by him and his butler.

"Hello, Merihem," Belphegor greeted with a curt nod towards the said demon.

"Good evening to you too, Mr. Belphegor," responded the butler in a modulated voice, placing a hand over his chest as he bowed.

But the Avatar of Sloth then looked over to the Prince and glared. "And what are you doing here?" he demanded. The tone and his facial expression clearly emanated annoyance towards the Prince.

"What am I doing here, you ask," Balial repeated mockingly. "Well, I guess it can't be helped that you're a forgetful one. So allow me to remind you why I'm here - I'm staying here."

"I know that. I'm asking - why are you staying inside this room? There are a few guest rooms for you to occupy, so why this place?"

"Actually, this place has only one available guest room," retorted the young demon. "One is already occupied by Miss MC, so it's considerably rude of me to just bunk in when she deserves her privacy. Then there's one with furniture covered with white cloth, but MC suggested I occupy another room. That leaves us with one guest room which Merihem humbly occupies. At first, he wished for me to take that room, but it seemed that this room is nearer to Miss MC's room. So I chose this room, in the end.

"Judging by that scowl, I assume that this room is yours, even though you're already sharing one with your brother. Well, Belphegor, I'm terribly sorry for occupying your room. Alas, nothing is fair; but as long as an opportunity tilts my way, I shall seize it as resolve my indignation. So run along now. I'm sure you have plenty of resting spots in this lovely home of yours."

Just as he turned back round to continue unpacking with his butler, Balial added, "And while you rest, I ought to join MC in the kitchen. I heard that it is her turn to prepare tonight's meal; thus, I've volunteered to aid her. That sounds like music to your ears, doesn't it? Since you detest endeavouring in general, even if it involves her."

Perhaps Belphegor ought to take back everything he said about giving Balial the benefit of the doubt.

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whorangdan · 3 years

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tease

request! for 🌚 anon, thank you for the request and for being so understanding and patient💓 im sorry this took so long. it's not exactly what you asked for but i did my best to include what you wanted and i hope you enjoy it regardless, thank you so much<3

around 2k words, mingyu’s a tease and reader punishes him, mingyu’s shy with his wants, reader is v understanding, overstimulation, service top!mingyu, very light degradation, praising, light crying, pretty soft i’d say, aftercare, pls excuse any typos

“what in the world are you trying to pull, mingyu?” you look over at your boyfriend and he puts his hands up defensively.

“i’m not doing anything, i swear!” he backs away from you and you roll your eyes. he’s been acting excessively clingy these past few days. regardless of the time and place, mingyu would find ways to sneak light touches on your body, teasingly stroking your inner thighs or resting his hand a tad lower than usual on your back. he was very obviously trying to get a specific reaction out of you yet whenever you questioned him, the boy would feign innocence. still, you allow him to wrap his arms around your waist and lean his head on your shoulder. “am i bothering you?”

letting out an exasperated sigh you turn around in his arms, now facing him. he glances down at you cutely, the corners of his lips curling when he tilts his head.

“of course you aren’t,” you reassure, “just wondering why you’ve been so touchy lately, not that i mind or anything but you can’t possibly think i haven’t noticed.” mingyu doesn’t respond, instead choosing to take your hand and lead you to your room. you can already infer what he wants and when he motions for you to lean against the headboard you obey. he straddles your thighs and pulls you into a kiss, bringing one of your hands to his hair. you pull on the hair at the back of his head and deepen the kiss.

mingyu pulls away from the kiss to tug at your shirt, glancing up at you for permission. you wordlessly nod and once mingyu’s unclasped your bra you take the chance to remove his shirt as well. leaning forward you attach your lips to his jaw, trailing wet kisses down his neck. you bask in the high-pitched whimpers mingyu lets slip past his lips, groaning against his skin. at this mingyu only whines louder.

“you’re so pretty for me, puppy,” the pet name has mingyu shivering, and you feel his hips grind against yours ever so slightly. you shuffle out of your bottoms, now laying completely naked under him. you untie the drawstring on mingyu’s sweats and help him out of them, smirking at the dark patch already present on his underwear. “desperate, aren’t we?”

mingyu nods pathetically, his frame shaking above you. you slip his underwear off and grip his cock, watching as whines escape his lips at the feeling. your hand pumps his length, toying with the head and using the precum as lube. by now your poor boy is withering above you, his hands shaking and struggling to hold his body up.

“please...i need more…” his voice is shaky when he speaks and you smirk at his begging.

“aw, poor little puppy is so desperate he can’t even speak.” deciding to take pity on him, you guide his cock to your folds, teasingly rubbing his head against your core. the sensation has you moaning as well but you bite your lip, holding back your noises.

mingyu whines from above you. “no, don’t do that,” your eyebrow quirks, “please, i want to hear you.” your eyes widen the slightest bit at his words. mingyu rarely voiced out his wants. of course, he let you know what he liked but besides the basics he usually followed your lead, doing what you asked and only ever saying anything when he didn’t feel comfortable (which wasn't often, he was always on board with your plans). it’s not that you didn’t allow him to, and he does like what you two do now, mingyu was just shy. you look up at him and he flushes, averting eye contact. “or don’t. it’s okay, you don’t have t-” you cut him off with a kiss, using your free hand to pull him closer to you.

“hey, gyu, it’s alright. you don’t have to apologize. does puppy like to hear how good he’s making me feel? Is that it?’ he whimpers at your words, now rutting his hips against your core. you moan, not holding back this time. you guide his cock inside you, the two of you sighing when his hips are flush against yours.

“no cumming without my permission, you know that right?” you warn. he nods desperately, his hold on your hips tightening as he tries not to fuck himself into you. “good boy, you can move now.” with your permission he thrusts his hips up, immediately hitting your sweet spot. you muffle your moans into his shoulder before you remember what he said and pull back, your moans and his whines filling the room.

you grip onto his shoulders, “harder, is that really all you can do? how pathetic.” with the way you stuttered through the sentence anyone would be able to tell you were lying, but you knew mingyu would be too far gone to even notice. and you were right. mingyu had his face buried into your neck, nipping at the skin and whimpering with every thrust. at your words he mewled, his hold on your hips tightening and his pace quickening.

you were shameless with your moaning, releasing every sweet sound against his ear. mingyu wasn’t lying when he said he liked your noises, somehow fucking deeper into you the more you moaned.

his thrusts quickly became sloppier and his whines became higher, and his trembling thighs were a dead giveaway that he was close.

“is pup gonna cum? does my sweet puppy want to cum?” mingyu finds himself nodding again, begging and pleading to please let me cum, i’m so close please. “make me cum first then maybe i’ll think about letting you cum too.” mingyu immediately moves one of his hands down between your legs, circling your clit with his thumb as he moves in and out of you. the feeling has your toes curling, your nails digging into his shoulder blades. mingyu’s thrusts don’t falter as he works you to your orgasm. you cum with a loud gasp, wrapping your legs around his waist and clenching around him. he works you through your orgasm and when you catch your breath you force him to pull out.

“what was that for?” he stops whining when you push him down onto his back, straddling his legs and gripping his cock.

“cum whenever you need to, puppy.” he nods and you rub his head with your palm, your other hand stroking his shaft. mingyu throws his head back, beautiful and drawn-out moans leaving his lips. he grips the sheets when he orgasms, his lips shaping into a quiet moan. you keep pumping him and he looks down at you when you don’t stop, his eyes confused and worried as he tries to connect the puzzle pieces in his brain.

“did you seriously think i was going to let all of that go? really, mingyu?” his eyes widen when he realizes what you’re referring to and he goes to explain himself but you beat him to it. “no, mingyu. you knew exactly what you were doing. this entire week you’ve been nothing but a tease and had the nerve to act as if you weren’t doing anything! such a little slut.”

your palm is still rubbing his head and you dig your thumb into his slit lightly, watching as mingyu thrashes against the pillow at the overstimulation.

“please, i’m sorry okay. i really am,” he interrupts himself with a loud moan, “i won’t do it again. just no more. too sensitive.”

you shrug at him, “you remember your safeword, right baby?” he nods defeatedly and recites it, making you smile. “good boy, puppy. say it if you need to.” your wrist makes quick work to pleasure him, your grip tightening.

It’s not long before mingyu’s toes are curling and his thighs are trembling. he cums for the second time, his eyes teary and nothing but a gasp leaving his lips. he pants, expecting you to be done but whimpers pitifully when your strokes don’t slow. he’s staring down at you with hazy eyes, shaking his head and thrashing his body, doing his best to get away from your touch.

you slow your hand. “just one more puppy, just one more and it’s done, okay? It’s okay to say your safeword if you need to,” you lean up to kiss his cheek, “you’re doing so good for me.” he nods, leaning into your touch when you kiss away the stray tears that fall from his eyes.

once mingyu’s calmed down your pace goes back to normal. his hips are thrusting up into your hand, hands gripping the pillow above him tightly. you press a kiss to his thigh and rub your palm against his head again. a strangled moan rips out of his throat when he cums for the third time that night, his back arching off the mattress.

his eyes are closed when you look at him again and you would’ve believed he was sleeping if it weren’t for his hand weakly reaching out for yours. you coo, intertwining your fingers and kissing his knuckles. “oh, puppy. you were so good for me,” you go to pull away to clean up and mingyu whines sadly, his grip on your hand tightening. “okay, baby, okay. i’m right here, i’m not leaving.”

you’re still straddling his thighs so you’re grateful you only have to lean down slightly to pick up your shirt from earlier. you use the shirt to clean yourself then move to clean mingyu. it’s difficult with one hand but you manage to wipe mingyu’s stomach and soft cock quickly, shushing him with kisses when he whimpers at the fabric rubbing against his sensitive member.

you mindlessly toss the shirt across the room before repositioning the two of you so you’re under the covers, mingyu’s head tucked under your chin. his eyelids are heavy, no doubt exhausted after the three back-to-back orgasms, but you can tell that he has something to say. you hum and stroke his hair, waiting. it comes after a moment. “i'm sorry for teasing you this week…i just didn’t know how to approach you with what i wanted.”

“it’s okay, baby, i understand,” and you mean it. the two of you have been dating for a couple of months now and while you weren’t ashamed of vocalizing your wants, you knew mingyu was just naturally shy, especially when it came to topics like these. “which is why i’m proud of you for telling me what you told me earlier, i’ll be sure to keep it in mind and be more vocal for you in the future,” your tone is playful and teasing, and mingyu whines and nuzzles his head further into your shoulder in response. “no need to be embarrassed, puppy. you can tell me anything, alright? even if it’s just something you want to try,” he opens his mouth to say something and you answer his question before it’s even out, “don’t worry, if i’m uncomfortable with it i’ll tell you, and we can stop whenever we need to. we have a safeword for a reason.” you reassure. mingyu nods gratefully and brushes his lips against your neck before drifting off to sleep, holding you closer to him.

after that night mingyu became more open about his interests and wants in bed. you tried multiple new things together and while some were misses (like the time he tried domming - per his request - and immediately after cuddled into you and explained, “i can’t do it! It just feels weird, definitely not for me,” you laughed at that and kissed his forehead before adding on, “i prefer domming, anyway.”), most of them weren’t and they added to your sex life greatly (not that it wasn’t good before, it was just different when they were ideas mingyu chose to dive into). none of his requests were ever denied by you either, not because you forced yourself to do it or anything, but because they were all things you had been interested in as well, and you couldn't be more glad that you got to explore such things with your sweet boy.

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wiypt-writes · 4 years

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You Cut A Mean Rug, Doll Face

Bucky Barnes One Shot

Summary: It’s no secret that Bucky Barnes has women falling at his feet, but it’s very rarely the other way round. He’s the love ‘em and leave ‘em type, well according to Steve anyway. So, when you find him hiding to avoid a certain Private’s advances, it amuses you no end…until she shows up and you find yourself offering to be his ‘Fake Date’ for Stark’s upcoming USO Gala Dance.

Fake Dating in the middle of a war…what could possibly go wrong?

Warnings: Bad language words. Smut. (NSFW 18+)

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

A/N: So this is written as part of @anika-ann’s 1111 Follower Challenge. Congratulations darling! My prompt was Fake Dating.

Disclaimer: This is a pure work of fiction and classified as 18+. Please respect this and do not read if you are underage. I do not own any characters in this series bar reader and any other OCs that may or may not be mentioned. By reading beyond this point you understand and accept the terms of this disclaimer.

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“Hey, Steve.” You greeted the blonde super soldier as you walked into the little make-shift kitchen, deep in the underground London SSR HQ.

“Afternoon, Agent.” He nodded and you rolled your eyes, picking a piece of fluff off your khaki green uniform jacket.

“Seriously, after everything we’ve pulled together we’re still at agent?” You raised an eyebrow drawing a soft chuckle from the man in front of you as he poured a coffee into one of the tin mugs on offer, holding it out to you.

“Sorry, force of habit. Y/N. That better?”

“Much.” You nodded, taking the mug with a thanks, pulling a face as you took a sip. “God, all the technology we have and I still can’t get a decent cup of Joe.”

“Maybe you should have a word with Stark.” Steve shrugged. “He seems to be able to lay his hands on most things, rationing be dammed.”

“Well, you’re the man with the plan and he’s the man that can.” A smirk pulled at your face as you watched Steve fight the urge to roll his eyes. “Anyway, where’s Barnes? Colonel Phillips is riding my ass about a report he hasn’t filed. Keeps moaning on about us being unable to run strategic operations if we don’t actually do any strategizing.”

At that Steve’s face broke into a grin. “He’s hiding.”

“Hiding?” You frowned. “Chester isn’t that scary, he’s a pussy cat if you figure out how to make him purr.”

“Okay there are so many things wrong with what you just said that I’m not even going to go into.” Steve snorted and you flashed him a grin as he continued. “He ain’t hiding from Phillips, he’s hiding from Private Lorraine.”

“Why?” You paused, mug hovering an inch or so from your mouth.

“Well according to Stark who heard from Jones who heard from-“

“Yeah, yeah, skip to the interesting bit about why Barnes his hiding like the cowardly lion” You cut him off and he raised his eyebrows, his smirk growing wider.

“She wants him to ask her to that USO dance gala thing Stark is hosting.”

At that you felt the heat in your neck, jealousy, at the thought of the blue-eyed solider you’d been harbouring a crush on for months, like some love sick teenager, dancing with someone else. You carefully held Steve’s eyes and licked your lips, hoping you hadn’t given yourself away too much.

“Of course she does.” You shrugged, clearing your throat. “But that doesn’t answer my question. Why is he hiding?”

“He doesn’t want to go with her.” Steve shrugged, taking another sip of his drink and this time you did absolutely nothing to stop the grin that spread across your face.

“How come?”

At that Steve hesitated for a moment before he popped a shoulder again, slightly avoiding your eye line. "No idea."

You knew he was lying, he was notoriously bad at it, but before you could call him out, a deep voice spoke from the doorway.

"Sure your Ma told you it was rude to talk about people behind their backs, Stevie." Bucky grumbled as he walked into the room.

"Yeah, and I'm sure yours told you it was rude to do a lot of things that you still do anyway." Steve shot back and Bucky merely rolled his eyes, walking to the coffee pot and helping himself.

"Well, I’m astounded." You looked at Bucky as he turned around, leaning slightly against the small units that lined the room. "James Buchanan Barnes is fanning a woman away."

"Yeah, I don’t make a habit of it, Doll Face." He eyed you shrewdly over his mug.

"Still, never thought I'd see the day." You hummed, sipping your drink.

Bucky rolled his eyes and gestured with his mug towards Steve. "Now you sound like him."

"So, humour me, Barnes. What is it about her that’s making you run for the hills?"

Bucky hesitated for a moment before he winkled his nose and answered you. "She’s not my type."

"Really? I thought every woman was your type."

At that, Steve gave a chuckle. "She's got you there, Buck. I don't think I saw you without one before you shipped off."

"Shut up, Steve." Bucky bit back before he gave a low groan. "She's just..."

"Just what?" You scoffed. "Tall, blonde with big, come-to-bed eyes and pouty red lips? What's not to fall over? Dum Dum follows her around like a dog."

"Sweetheart, Dum Dum would probably chase a pig wearing lipstick if he thought he had a chance." Bucky looked at you his eyebrow raised and you heard Steve give a little snort of laughter. You turned slowly to him, and his eyes widened a little as you narrowed your eyes.

"What's your excuse?"

"His excuse?" Bucky paused, mug poised at his lips as Steve began to flounder over his words, a pink flush spreading into his cheeks.

“Yeah, he kissed her.” You informed and Buck gave a loud groan, placing his mug down on the side. "Peggy caught them, big time."

"She kissed me." Steve protested and at that Bucky sighed.

"What has my life become? Seriously?" He shook his head, his eyes flicking between you and Steve. "I’m hiding because I don’t wanna go dancing with some broad whilst this punks beating ‘em off with a stick."

"Shield." You corrected as Steve made an exasperated noise in his throat.

"I’m in a nightmare, right?" Bucky finished.

"’Fraid not, Buckaroo." You placed your now empty mug besides his on the wooden counter. "But I suggest that you get your report to me on the Dresden raid or you really will be in a bad dream. Colonel Phillips wants them pronto and I'm not taking the flack because you're too lazy to do it."

Bucky groaned. "How am I supposed to think about that with all this other shit going on?"

"Nice to see you have your priorities straight." Steve scoffed and Bucky glared at him but before he could reply, a loud girly laugh filled the kitchen and you saw Bucky still.

"There you are!" Private Lorraine spoke and you exchanged a glance with Steve, a look of utter glee spreading across his face at his friend's discomfort. "I was beginning to think you were avoiding me, Sergeant Barnes."

"Now what on Earth would give you that idea?" You quipped. As usual, she completely ignored you and watched as Bucky turned to look at her.

"Well, you found me." He nodded, a false smile spreading across his face.

"Yeah, I did. So, err, this dance, do you have a date or..."

Bucky took a deep breath, "well, the thing is..."

"Yes, he does." You blurted out, before you could stop yourself. You stepped forward and slipped your hand into his, ignoring the shocked look he gave you as you stood by his side. "He's going with me."

"You?" Lorraine looked at you, her eyebrows shooting up so high they almost disappeared into her hairline.

"Yes, me." You smiled. "So, you'll have to find someone else to go with. I think Duggan might be free."

"Well, suppose there's no accounting for taste." The blonde woman in front of you looked you up and down and you bristled under her glare, your nostrils flaring angrily. Sure, you might not have her model looks, hell, you might not even be conventionally pretty in some eyes, but you sure weren’t going to make her let you feel like shit. You'd been brought up by a loving family who made you realise your worth and that despite what anyone else said, you were just as good as them. You continued to hold her gaze and eventually she licked her lips and looked away.

"Well, erm, that's..." she clicked her tongue against her cheek, before deciding to cut her losses and she left the room.

The three of you stood in silence before Bucky turned to look at you, a smirk spreading across his face. "You, are a genius!" He pressed a kiss to your cheek and you swallowed slightly, feeling the heat in your neck. "I owe you, big time."

"Yeah, you do." You shrugged. "You can start by doing that damned report. And then you’re buying me a drink at the Gala, seeing as we're, you know, fake dating."

"You got it, Doll." Bucky saluted, flashing you a wink.

"Fake dating?" Steve muttered, and you turned to look at him as he shook his head, looking up at the ceiling. "I've heard it all now."

You cleared you throat, and removed your hand from where it was still in Bucky’s and swallowed. "I need to get going. That report, Barnes. Don’t forget."

"Anything for you, Darlin'." Bucky grinned.

You gave him a last little smile, and then turned leaving the room letting out an inward groan.

What the hell had you just got yourself into?

****

“Why did I do this?” You sighed, looking at your reflection in the mirror, shaking your head.

“Because you’re sweet on him.” Peggy matter of factly replied and you shot her a look in the mirror. She gave you a knowing smirk and you sighed.

“I just felt sorry for him, okay?”

“Sorry for him?”

“Yeah, you know what she’s like, she wouldn’t leave him alone.”

“Admirable.” Peggy nodded, stepping forward so she was behind you, reaching up to fix another pin into your up do. “So what’s your master plan? Act the part tonight and break up tomorrow?”

You shrugged. “Haven’t thought that far.”

“I doubt you’ve thought at all.” The brunette looked at you, her perfectly shaped eyebrow raising slightly.

“You know, you and Steve really are a match made in heaven.” You scoffed, stepping to the side as you smoothed down the dress you were wearing. It wasn’t anything fancy, but it traced your curves perfectly and made a nice change from the uniform you spent every day wearing. “Go take your righteous indignation and discuss it with him. That is if you’re speaking to him this week, I can never keep up.”

At that Peggy pursed her lips. “We’re not discussing me and Steve, we’re discussing you and how you’re going to get through the next however long pretending to date someone you actually want to date.”

“Well, it could be worse.” You shrugged.

“How?”

“I could be about to spend however long pretending to date someone I don’t like.”

Peggy looked at you for a second and you held her gaze, challenging her to say anything more on the matter. Eventually she merely raised her eyebrows before she turned and looked at the clock.

“We should go.”

With a deep breath you took one last glance at your reflection, grabbed the small clutch from the cot in your room and followed her out.

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The small dancehall in London's Soho District was packed with soldiers and civilian staff alike, and you accepted the drink offered to you by a waiter as you entered the main room, the Big Band already playing a bluesy-jazz number as background music, whilst people stood around the room, chatting. It didn’t take you long to locate Bucky. He was stood with Steve and the rest of the Howlies by the bar, all of them dressed in their best uniforms. Taking a deep breath, those pesky butterflies fluttering away in your stomach, you made your way over with Peggy and she let out an annoyed sigh as the men all blatantly looked the pair of you up and down.

“You’d think they’d never seen a woman before.” She mumbled and you scoffed out a laugh.

“Well, we’ve been running missions with them for that long maybe they’ve forgotten that we actually have boobs and a vagina.”

At that Peggy stopped to look at you, and the pair of you started to laugh.

“You are so uncouth.” She shook her head at you, as you linked your arm through hers and continued your path towards your team.

“Like I said, I’ve been in the field with these bozos for over a year, guess their bad habits are rubbing off on me.”

“Well, as long as that’s all that’s rubbing off on you.”

“Agent Carter!” Your mouth fell open in mock horror, turning to look at her as she continued facing forward, her lips quirked up at one side in a barely there smirk. “Now who’s being uncouth?”

“Ladies.” Dum-Dum greeted you with a tip of his bowler as you approached and you nodded to him, smiling before you turned to look at Bucky.

“Wow.” His eyes flicked up and down your form again, and you swallowed, a warm feeling spreading over you as his eyes took in your outfit and when his eyes finally met yours he cleared his throat and you gave him a small smile. “You err, look great. I mean, compared to how you usually look.”

At that Falsworth, Dum-Dum, Dernier, Jones and Morita all snorted as Steve let out a groan.

“Thanks. I think.” You frowned.

“No, I err…I didn’t mean it like that.” Bucky hastily began to back track as Dernier mumbled something in French, of which you caught the words ‘stupid idiot’, Jones hastily agreeing. “I just, well, it’s different to how I’ve seen you before.”

“Well a tight dress and courts ain’t exactly practical for hiking through woods and mounting stealth operations.” You shrugged, taking a sip of your drink. “But for the record, you look exactly the same as you usually do.”

At that the men all roared with laughter as Bucky sighed, dropping his head. “Guess I asked for that.”

Bucky watched as you gave him a small grin, before you turned to talk to Jones, and he took the chance to observe you properly. You looked good. You always did in his eyes but tonight, you were a knock out. Your dress hugged the curves of your thighs and hips, nipping in at the waist with a neckline that showed him just enough skin to leave him imagining what it would feel like to pepper your collarbone with kisses. Your hair was set in a perfect style, your lips rouged, you looked effortlessly stylish. He swallowed, sliding his finger in between the collar of his shirt and neck in an attempt to loosen the starched material as he suddenly flushed very, very warm. He felt timid, awkward, and that in itself made him feel a strange juxtaposition of irritated and amused. Bucky Barnes didn’t get nervous around women, that was Steve’s speciality. But here he was, flapping over how best to ask you if you wanted to get a drink whilst that punk was laughing away with Agent Carter hanging off his every word.

No, this wouldn’t do.

With a small cough, Bucky cleared his throat and dropped his hand to the base of your back. “You want a drink, Doll Face?”

You smiled up at him, blinking and nodded. “Yeah, thanks Buck. A gin would be great.”

Bucky waved over the bartender, placed your orders and had just turned back to you when he spotted the woman who’d thrown him into this mess in the first place, Private Lorraine arriving with some other poor, unsuspecting soldier from the unit. Bucky didn’t know his name, not that he cared.

“Hey,” he nudged you and you turned to face him and he jerked his head, “guess this fake date worked.”

You followed his eye-line and visibly bristled a little bit before you shook your head and shrugged. “Poor bastard.”

“You really don’t like her, do you?”

“Whatever gave you that idea?”

“Just a hunch.” Bucky smirked, passing you your drink, before he gestured with his arm for you to follow the group who were now moving away from the bar to find a table. “After you, Darlin’.”

*****

You had to admit, you’d had your reservations but as it turned out, the night was pretty fun. Whilst you’d been hyper aware of Bucky besides you, you felt reasonably relaxed. His arm had dropped round your shoulder at one point, pulling you in for a friendly hug, the way he often did out in the field, and you’d simply enjoyed being as close to him as you were.

Because, fake or not, a chance to date Bucky Barnes didn’t come along that often.

It was a couple of hours later when you both found yourself at the table with Steve who made an excuse he needed the bathroom and left. Bucky snorted as Steve headed across the room and shook his head.

“Bathroom, he must think we’re stupid. He’s gone to find Peggy.”

“Aww, don’t. I think it’s cute.” You smiled, turning to look at Bucky. “Don’t you? I mean we’re fighting a war and in the middle of all this bloodshed and horror, he’s found someone who…” you trailed off as Bucky was watching you, a strange expression on his face. “Or not…am I talking nonsense?”

“No, it’s not that.” Bucky shook his head. “I just, guess I never thought about it that way. But you’re right. Suppose none of us know how long we have left, especially at the moment.”

He trailed off, his eyes scanning yours for something, but what you weren’t sure. You felt your cheeks warm and you glanced down at your hands, before you turned to watch the dancing going on around you. It was crazy when you stopped to contemplate that, in the midst of all the devastation and destruction, life was still going on. Bucky was right, your time could be up in a flash at any point.

“Well, seeing as you put it so eloquently,” you looked at Bucky, jerking your head to the dance floor. “Wanna show me how it’s done in Brooklyn?”

“Do you mind if we don’t?” Bucky shook his head and your heart sank. “I just…well, I…”

“No, you don’t need to explain.” You hastily back tracked. “I just thought it might keep up appearances, that’s all.”

There was an awkward silence, Bucky studying you for a moment with an expression you really couldn’t place and then, well, it all became too much.

“I’m gonna go to the bathroom.” You made the same excuse Steve had given moments ago, and before Bucky could say anything, you rose from your seat and walked away, as dignified as you could, trying not to let the tears that were stinging your eyes fall down your face.

*****

Bucky watched you walk away from him, your movements graceful as you headed round the tables placed around the edge of the dance floor, taking care to avoid the groups of guests as you went. He let out a heavy sigh and shook his head. This was a mess. It had started out as a bit of fun, you helping him out, because that's what you did, but he'd been a wreck all night. Frankly, being in such close proximity to you was making his head swim.

He'd wanted to dance with you, he'd really wanted to dance with you, but he didn’t trust himself because the truth was he liked you. A lot and he had done so for a while. He wasn’t sure he could trust himself to hold you on the dance floor without trying to kiss the life out of you. So he’d said no, and let you walk away, and the look of hurt on your face was now burnt into his mind. With an angry snort he stood up and stalked to the bar, signalling for another drink.

He stood there, nursing his glass for what felt like an age, seething at his own stupidity until a familiar voice cut through his murderous thoughts.

"Did HYDRA scramble your brain or something, Buck?"

"What?" Bucky's brow furrowed as he turned to look at Steve.

"You’re missing a girl's signals."

"Signals, what are you..."

"Y/N, you dolt." Steve rolled his eyes.

"What about her?"

"She likes you, has for ages."

"I don’t think so, Steve" Bucky snorted.

Steve sighed and leaned against the bar as Bucky necked his scotch. "So explain the look she had on her face as she stalked passed me before.”

Bucky rolled his eyes. "She wanted a dance, dames love dancing. I said no.”

“And why did you do that?”

Bucky took a deep breath and didn’t answer. But he knew Steve could see right through him, the punk always could.

“Buck, what exactly did you think I meant that night at the bar when we first came to England a couple of months back? About Peggy having a friend? I meant Y/N."

Bucky blinked, his mouth dropping open. "What?"

"She's sweet on you. Falsworth told me. I was trying to give you a hint."

Utter frustration lanced through Bucky's entire body and he shook his head. "How in the name of Hitler’s left ball was I supposed to understand that?"

"Well, I thought it was obvious."

"No, no it wasn't, Steve!" Bucky groaned, his eyes flicking around, trying to locate you in the crowd but he felt his heart sink as there was no sign. "Oh, I fucked up, big time."

"Suggest you go fix it then." Steve shrugged, his voice a little slow as he himself was busy looking at Peggy as she walked towards him, smiling. He stood up straight and clapped Bucky on the shoulder, before he walked off, leaving his sergeant alone.

Bucky anxiously continued to search the room with his eyes, and felt his heart jump as he saw a flash of colour the same as your dress, and your familiar profile as you walked onto the dance floor, your hand in Howard’s as the man smiled at you, pulling you into a hold.

Oh, fuck you, Stark!

Without wasting another second, Bucky necked his scotch and moved, striding around the dancehall towards you, not watching where he was going which was why he collided straight into Dum-Dum.

"Woah, Barnes, where's the fire?"

"On the dance floor, I hope.” Bucky sidestepped round the broad man quickly, his eyes entirely fixed on you as he weaved his way round the various couples all in the middle of a reasonable slow dance until he reached the pair of you.

He cleared his throat, gently tapping Howard on the shoulder as your eyes fixed onto his, surprise etched across your face.

“Mind if I cut in?”

xxxx

“Did it work?” Peggy asked Steve as the pair of them stood to the side of the hall. Steve glanced over the dancefloor, just as Howard stepped away from you, kissing your hand in an over-the-top gesture before he turned and walked away. Bucky approached you tentatively, and Steve saw you give the faintest of nods, before his friend took you in a close dancing hold.

Grinning, Steve turned back to Peggy, jerking his head to the floor. “See for yourself.”

As the pair of them watched you and Bucky for a second, Steve’s eyes then fell on Howard who had paused to talk to someone. Almost as if he could sense the Captain’s eyes on him, Stark glanced over, a smug grin crossed his face, and he gave Steve the thumbs up sign.

Steve smiled into his glass, the irony at the fact that Bucky had tried and failed many times to fix him up with gals in the past yet he’d managed to turn the tables in a single try, wasn’t wasted on the Captain.

xxxx

“Funny looking bathroom.” Bucky cleared his throat as he steered the pair of you round in a gentle dance.

“Oh, well I got waylaid a little.” You replied. “And seeing as we’re not actually dating, I didn’t think it was an issue.”

“It’s not, I just…” He was quick to reply as he drew in another deep breath before he shook his head. “I’m sorry.”

“What for?”

“Before, saying no the way I did. It was rude.”

You took a deep breath, your heart racing as you glanced up at him. “So, is that the only reason you’ve come to dance now? To apologise?”

“Yes, I mean, no.” Bucky stumbled over his words as he shook his head. “No, I wanted to dance. More specifically I wanted to dance with you.”

His admission settled like a bubbling brook in your belly. You wondered why, so you asked, "why?"

Your mind began quickly doing the math, adding up the moments and signals between the two of you, wondering if what you dared to think was actually what he was thinking too. You were nervous but you remained close in your dance, your eyes flicking between his and his lips as he spoke, the words drowning in your ears, his voice sounding like your head was under water.

“Because I like you, Doll Face.”

Then, you felt it, your body leaning in just a smidge as you tilted your head upward as his moved just a pinch to look down at you. Your lips brushed his and the electricity took off as he pulled you in for a deeper, slightly less modest kiss, the hand that had been curled around your waist moved upwards at the same time his other released yours from his hold, and calloused palms and fingers cupped your jaw and cheeks. Despite the roughness of his skin, his warm hands felt soft against your face like the finest silk whilst his tongue dipped into your mouth, kissing you in a way that your Pappy certainly wouldn’t approve of.

But you approved, boy did you approve.

The sounds of the big band drowned out the mewl that bubbled from your delicate throat to those around you, but not to Bucky. He heard the elicit sound clear as day, and that was enough. He wanted to get you alone, away from prying eyes.

He pulled back, casting a quick glance around before he looked down at you, "let's get out of here."

It was a suggestion as much as an instruction, and he waited as you blinked, before you gave the slightest nod and he took your hand, turned, and led you from the dancefloor.

****

How the pair of you made it back to your quarters, you had no idea, but here you were, stumbling into the small room, heated kisses being shared as Bucky kicked the door shut, his lips still fiercely on yours. Your fingers were now deftly undoing the buttons of his jacket before you pulled it open with a flourish, shoving it down over his shoulders and arms as Bucky was quickly pulling off his tie and opening the collar of his shirt. Before long, that was also discarded somewhere on the floor and your hands slid up his strong biceps, down his chest, tracing the taught muscle before your fingers hooked into the front of his uniform pants and you turned your attention to his belt, breaking the kiss a little so you could look down.

“Eager, Doll?” Bucky mumbled as his nose nudged at your chin, pushing your head up. His lips trailed across your jaw line, and then down your neck and you tipped your head back, your eyes fluttered shut at the feel of his lips on your skin, relishing the feel of his soft mouth and the delectable gentle scratching of his five-o-clock shadow.

His hands slowly slid up your sides, before they moved round the back, his lips pressing to yours as you felt his fingers gently guiding the zip of your dress down. Once it was undone, you stepped back and allowed it to fall into a pool at your feet. Bucky glanced down and groaned as his blue eyes scanned the stockings, garter belt, lace panties and matching bra.

“Fuck, Sweetheart.” His lips crashed back to yours as he backed you towards the cot at the side of the room. As the back of your knees hit the metal side of the frame, he gently lowered you down, positioning himself over you, caging you with his arms and his legs as his mouth continued trailing soft kisses down your neck and her jawline.

You were powerless to stop the soft noises of pleasure you were making, try as you might, conscious of the fact the walls in the Quarter-Hall were thin, something you cursed on a daily basis as you could hear the squeak of the cot which belonged to the neighbour to your right as she turned over at night. Luckily for you, your springs were untested so to speak, therefore didn’t make a sound, unlike you at that moment in time.

“Are you sure you wanna do this?” Bucky suddenly stopped, his mouth hovering by your ear and you stilled, tilting your head to look at him. “I mean, this…well, it aint proper really, but…”

“Since when did you give a damned about being proper with a Dame?” You teased, fingers wrapping in the chain of his dog-tags, but there wasn’t a shred of humour in Bucky’s tone or on his face when he answered.

“When that dame was you.”

You blinked, and looked at his face, finding nothing there but a genuine softness and you were overcome with the emotions and sensations you were feeling and you yanked on the chain in your hands, pulling his head back down as you crashed your lips back to his.

“Yes, yes I do. I want this Bucky, I want it so much.” You mumbled against his mouth and he gave a groan, before he stood up, quickly, reaching for his wallet. He pulled out the small condom packet, one you recognised as the standard issued to all soldiers to avoid them catching anything when they were putting it about during furlough, so to speak, and he sat back down on the edge of the bed, bending down to unlace his boots.

Bucky was mentally cursing the damned things as he felt you stir behind him, the hard mattress of your bed dipping slightly, and he stilled as he felt your fingers gently brushing over the back of his shoulders. Your touch was feather light as your hands gently felt across his broad back and he gave a sigh, tipping his head back slightly to catch your lips in a deep kiss.

“Doll, if you want me to do anything to you tonight, I gotta get these boots off.”

“So take ‘em off.”

“Stop distractin’ me then.” His accent dripped from his tongue as he chuckled, and your lips curled into a smile against his.

“You saying you can’t handle a job with a little distraction?” You gave a tut, but pulled away a little to allow him to finally get the damned things off. “And Steve says you’re our best marksman.”

“Well, what does that Punk know?” Bucky tossed the boots to the floor with a thud, before he quickly raised his hips enough to allow him to slide off his pants. Then, in a flash he turned, pinning you back to the cot, smirking at the giggle that burst from your mouth. His hands trailed down your body, flicking open the clips on your garter straps without so much as a fumble, before the reached up and snapped the hooks at the front of your bra.

He took a moment to appreciate you, the soft, supple lines of your breasts a complete contrast to your toned shoulders and taught stomach, both the result of an extensive training regime.

“Fuck, you’re beautiful.” He leaned over, kissing you softly, his lips tracing a track down your sternum before he softly took a nipple in his mouth, his tongue gently teasing, eyes flicking to your face to watch your reaction.

You groaned at the sensation, rolling your head back on the pillow, hips bucking upwards as you let yourself go, barely daring to believe that his was happening, but just as you were questioning if you were in some elaborate dream, a low moan from above you caused your fluttering eyelids to jerk wide open. You could feel him hard, pushing against you and your hands moved round to his back. You dragged your fingers up his spine, as his hand moved down, sliding into the waistband of your panties making your gasp as his fingers slipped into your folds. As he teased you, your hips began to move in time with his motions, groans falling from your lips as the heat began to build in between your legs, deep in your belly.

“Good?” Bucky’s voice was a rasp, and it was all you could do to do whimper softly, your head falling back further as your mouth dropped open, your entire body shuddering as the pleasure lanced through you. You reached down, grabbing his wrist and his eyes moved to yours, waiting.

“Want you.” You whispered softly. Almost as if he’d been waiting for that final bit of permission, Bucky’s fingers hooked into the top of your panties, gently sliding them down your legs, gathering your stockings as he went, a movement he had clearly perfected through goodness knows however many other clandestine liaisons. Discarding them to the floor, he wriggled his way out of his own underwear before he sat back on his heels and you moved, grabbing the packet he’d placed on the small bedside unit before.

Bucky groaned softly as your hands gently wrapped around his cock, sliding the condom down. It really shouldn’t have been as arousing as it was but he was almost ready to blow before he’d even started. Once it was on, he crawled back over you, his thighs gently parting yours a little further and with a steady, slow motion he slid into you, the sensation caused both of you to groan, your head falling back against the pillows as Bucky stretched you, his girth and length filling you completely.

"Fuuucckkk.” Bucky breathed out as your tight heat gripped him, his word little more than a whisper. He moved his hands to snake his fingers through yours, gently pinning your hands by the side of your head as he began to move his hips. He went slowly at first, picking up the speed slightly as you keened underneath him, his dog tags sliding in the valley between your breasts, the metal cold against your heated skin.

Your hips bumped together with every thrust he made and, with each rock into you, he was rubbing against that soft spot deep inside you. Your soft cries stuck in your throat, your senses completely overwhelmed as the fire in your body was raging white hot.

“James,” you whispered his name, and Bucky let out a low groan, his fingers tightened around yours as he gave a particularly deep thrust, making you purr in delight. He raised his head to capture your lips, plunging his tongue into your mouth before he released your hands, his own cupping your face as he continued to move.

In that moment, you could have been anywhere. In a hotel, surrounded by the finest silk sheets that money could buy or on some far away beach in the corner of the world, but instead you were led on a hard mattress in a military base, knowing full well you were in for some serious reprimand if you were caught, but you didn’t care. All that mattered was the man who was currently undoing you piece by piece as the two of you were tangled in your own private dance.

The more Bucky gave, the more you wanted, and as he hiked your leg up round his waist, his fingers curling round the back of your knee you choked out another pant of his name, “James,” as you felt yourself nearing that point where you’d drop over that oh-so-steep cliff edge. The tips of your nails dug into the skin of his shoulders, causing him to groan loudly, his head tipping backwards.

“You feel so good.” His voice was nothing but a whine, and at his praise you gave another low, sultry gasp, your breath now coming in ragged gasps. “God, Y/N,” he moaned loudly as you titled your hips, pushing back up against him, his head dropping slightly. “You close?” he gasped and you nodded softly, your lips falling open and once again he kissed you, hard, his movements speeding up ever so slightly.

“Don’t stop.” You begged, shaking your head as you grasped at his back, “please, so good.”

Bucky felt you shudder underneath him and a few thrusts later your back arched and a soft cry escaped your mouth as your eyes fluttered shut and your head tilted back, mouth open in a now silent scream. He could feel you tightening, pulsing around him as you came and that was it, enough to tip him straight over the edge behind you, the surge and ecstasy of his relief causing his whole body to stiffen as his hips faltered. A groan burst from his mouth as he gave a few final, sloppy thrusts before he collapsed forward, his head burrowing into your neck.

You both lay still for a moment, before Bucky regained enough composure to prop himself up, placing a soft kiss to your lips and as he pulled away slightly, he found you looking up at him, lips swollen from his kisses, heavy lidded eyes blinking slowly in your sated state, and he smiled at the fact you wore that just fucked look so damned well.

“You okay?” He asked softly and you nodded, a smile playing on your lips before you kissed him again.

“More than okay.” You grinned, your nails gently scratching at the nape of his neck. “You got moves, Sergeant.”

Bucky let out a chuckle as he kissed you again, his lips hovering over yours. “Well you weren’t so bad yourself, Agent.”

*****

“Nice of you to show up.” Colonel Phillips looked at you as you walked into the briefing room. “Late night, was it?”

“Sorry, Sir. I didn’t get much sleep.” You mumbled, avoiding Bucky’s eyes as he looked down at the table, a grin on his face.

“Huh, I could have sworn I saw you leaving the dance early.” Dum-Dum quipped and you shot him a glare as you took up a seat next to Peggy who licked her lips, fighting a smirk.

“Whatever, I’m not interested.” Phillips sniffed before he tossed a file down on the table in front of Steve who reached over to take it. “We have word that HYDRA are intending to move Arnim Zola.”

“Do we know where to?” Steve asked, looking at the file before he glanced up and Peggy shook her head.

“No, this is hot off the press so to speak. Stark’s team intercepted their encrypted broadcast. All we know is that they’re nervous about moving, and that the route has been carefully planned to avoid any long, open distances.”

“They’re going through the Alps.” Phillips moved to a map at the side of the room. “Trying to maintain a cover so to speak. Our surveillance team still has Zola at his current location, but that could change at any time. Captain, I need you to co-ordinate and mount an operation to intercept that train and apprehend him.”

“If you know where he is why can’t we just bust in and get him now?” Bucky asked.

“Because you’ll never get there in time.” Phillips replied. “As we understand he’ll be moving out in a couple of hours. So we’re up against it. The window of opportunity lies about six hours into his trip where there’s a slight break in the mountain cover.”

“How do we know this is kosher?” Falsworth took the file from Steve. “They could be leaving a false trail.”

“We hacked a number of broadcasts, each saying a different thing.” Peggy answered. “But this one held the code words we know HYDRA are using today.”

“And our codebreakers have never let us down before, so I’m willing to take a punt.” Phillips nodded. “Get to it, we don’t have much time.”

There was a flurry of movement around the table as you all stood up, Steve barking instructions at you all to collect what you needed and head to the transportation hub immediately as Dum-Dum mentioned something about zip wires and ambushing the train from above. As you all sidled out of the room, a hand gently closed over your arm and you turned to see Bucky as he fell into step besides you.

“Just so you know, I don’t normally make habit of splitting before breakfast.”

“Oh, you normally eat first?”

“In a manner of speaking.” He smirked and you gave a chuckle. “I just didn’t want you thinking-“

“It’s okay, I get it.” You assured him, and you did. He’d left in a flurry that morning before he could get caught sneaking out of the small room you had in the female quarters and you didn’t hold it against him at all.

“But, I’d really like to take you out, properly, I mean. When we get chance.”

“You asking me out on a date?”

“Yeah.” Bucky stopped, turning to face you. “A real one this time.”

You smiled and nodded. “I’d like that. Oh, but just so you know, I don’t put out on a first date.”

“No? Then what was last night?”

You hesitated, feeling the heat rising to your cheeks. In all honesty, you had no idea what had come over you last night. You’d never behaved in a reckless manner with a man like that before and taken him home so easily, for fear of getting yourself a bad reputation. That said, you didn’t really care either. You were in the middle of a war, running dangerous missions, any of which could be your last. Life was for living, and as long as you were breathing, you intended on making the most of it.

You opened your mouth to explain this to Bucky, but you stopped yourself and instead you simply smiled at him, your eyes looking straight into those steel-blues which were sparkling with mischief.

“Doesn’t count, it wasn’t a real date.”

“Oh, that’s how it is?” Bucky arched an eyebrow and you nodded.

“Yup, that’s how it is.”

“Well,” He took a deep breath as the pair of you continued walking, “guess I’ll just have to show you a real good time when I get the chance.”

You snorted and shook your head. “You’re a piece of work, you know that?”

“It’s been said.” He grinned as you reached the end of the corridor. “But, first we’ve got a German scientist to catch. Think you can contain yourself around me long enough to run a mission?”

“Okay, first off he’s Swiss.”

“What?”

“Zola, he’s Swiss. I don’t know why you all think differently, it’s in all the briefings and his file-“

“Yeah, I don’t read those.”

“Well you should, you might learn something. And second -“ you held your hand up, finger extended, instructing him to keep whatever wise crack he was about to make to himself, “-you’re not that irresistible.”

Bucky blinked before he gave a laugh and shook his head. “You know, I actually learned a fair bit last night.”

“Oh yeah?”

“Yeah. I learned that you cut a mean rug, Doll-Face.” He glanced around, before he leaned closer, his breath hot on your neck as he whispered into your ear. “And that you look even better with your clothes off.”

With that he turned and headed off towards the equipment store, leaving you staring after him, blinking with shock, but feeling an overwhelming sense of smugness that, even in the middle of all this bloodshed and fighting, you had something to look forward to when you got back.

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They react to you having a breakdown Part 2

Masterlist

Part 1

Part 2 will include Time, Twilight, Wind and Four.

Content until the cut!

Time

Time... had an off feeling.

There was a charged energy in the group but he couldn’t pin point where it was coming from or how to break it.

It was just this looming mass of some metaphorical dark cloud over some of the group. There was a tense atmosphere and it was enough to make him uncomfortable- enough to make him feel like he was walking on eggshells.

As the group traveled, it grew in intensity and he was sure he was approaching the source of the tension.

It was you.

Weirdly.

Time was immediately concerned. He knew you to be the most calm and mild tempered of the group and typically in a good mood. If something was bothering you, it must have been beyond important and he wanted to help in whatever way he could.

He tried to maneuver what he could around the boys and single you out, taking you aside and staying at your side for a trail.

The mood of the boys lifted somewhat but Time could feel the intensity of your emotion now that he was right beside you. He moved the both of you to the back of the group and let the boys move ahead without the two of you.

Time had stopped and placed a hand on your shoulder, stopping you as well. “Are you well? What seems to be the problem?”

Your head fell, as if it was only being held by a string that had just been cut. “I’m fine.”

You, in fact, not fine.

Your voice was the smallest Time had ever heard, it was not as strong as you were trying to convey and it sounded only seconds from breaking entirely.

Time takes in a control and long breath.

“What did I say about the lying?” Time gently turns you around so that you’re face to face with him and places his other hand on your other shoulder.

“Only do it if you can pull it off.” Your voice cracks.

Time hums a bit, trying to not laugh too much at your answer. That is not what he said about lying. But he’ll let you have this one.

“Not quite.” Time dips down a bit so he can look in the eyes a little more properly. “If you have any grievances, now’s the time to get it off your chest. I won’t tell the others.”

You sniffle and try to continue to hold yourself together. But it’s in vain.

Within seconds you crumble and all but throw yourself into his arms, wrapping your around his torso with a vice like grip. Your sobs are quiet to even Time’s ears but the strength you use against him and to pull in your breaths is enough to tell him that perhaps you’ve hurting for a while.

He hugs you back without hesitation and places his head on top of yours while you cry.

Twilight makes a come back as Wolfie but Time’s quick to shoo him away.

The last thing you need an audience.

But it’s ok. He’s got you. Let it out. He’ll hold you until you’re done.

Twilight

Wolfie was patrolling the perimeter during his night shift when he sees you storm away from the camp. You’re breathing heavily and there’s an iron grip on your fists.

He pauses and watches you from the shadows.

You take a long breath and press the heels of your hands into your eyes. You stay in that position for a moment before he hears you whine and fall to your knees.

He pads over to you quietly and steps on a twig or two to let you know he’s near.

You don’t react, so now he knows you’re in a state.

He whines quietly and pokes your hands with his nose. You sniffle loudly and pull your hands away. “...Wolfie”

Oh.

Wolfie doesn’t know how he can fix this.

He gulps slightly and pushes your hands even further away with his nose. You pet him absentmindedly and gulp in a breath.

Twilight doesn’t like seeing you in pain but he has no idea what might have caused this. Nightmare? Bad memories? He was sure you were asleep earlier.

“I don’t know what to do Wolfie.” Your voice cracks and you break down into sobs. You’re not even trying to be quiet or hold back anymore. Twilight doesn’t know what exactly you’re talking about. You were fine ealier... But he supposes that this is merely an accumulation of built up emotions.

Twilight forces himself into your personal space and presses himself against the crook of your neck.

You’re quick to hug him with as much force as you can manage and sob into his fur.

Twilight feel his heart bleed for you and lets you hold him. You run your fingers through his fur and press your head into his with as much force as you need as you cry.

Twilight almost wants to transform back to him you properly but he holds back. He doubts that Twilight would get as much as an reaction as Wolfie would and he seen enough of Wild’s episodes that this is something only an animal would be able to properly fill the role for.

He stays in that position for what feels like hours and it takes him a second to realize that you cried yourself back to sleep.

He transform back to his human form on the spot and picks you up in his arms. You’re light and the tear steaks hit him differently than he thought it would when he gets back to the fire light.

He gently puts you back on your bed roll and pulls your blanket up to your shoulders. Twilight makes quick work of tucking you in and makes sure that you’re still warm even if you were to shift in your sleep.

He stands up with a sigh and dusts his pants off.

He looks around the camp.

I’ll stay, he thinks to himself.

The perimeter was secure anyway, he’s not sure if anyone else will wake up tonight and need a shoulder to cry on.

Wind

Wind was busy exploring the immediate area around the camp since Time said they were allowed to.

Which basically means that two thirds of the group split up and scattered.

He had a laugh on his breath as he dashed through the various trees and tried to not get too lost. Wind didn’t want to be too far from the group but he also found that there was too much just in the horizon that was calling to him.

That is... until he thought he heard something.

Wind instantly stops in his tracks and strains to hear through the environmental noises around him.

No, yeah, he wasn’t hearing things. Someone is nearby and crying

Where though?

Wind is a little, ok very concerned by the sounds. So he crept through the foliage towards it. He knew that Wild had told him of some Yiga people who tried to lure him by crying and getting him to ask them what’s wrong....and he didn’t feel very equipped to deal with them right now.

He crept closer and held his breath.

Only to gasp when he saw that it was you who was crying.

He bit his lip and thought about what to do. It was obvious that you came all this way to be alone and not be seen. But it didn’t sit right with him to leave alone now that he’s seen you. He knows that he’s a bad actor and there’s no way that he’d be able to pretend that he didn’t see anything.

He steps on a twig.

Your head shoots up and you manage to look directly at him.

“Oh.” You gulp and begin to wipe your eyes as fast as you can, as if that would change what he’s seen and get rid of the evidence. “Wind... I didn’t see you there. Does Time need something? Do we need to head back?”

He looks behind him in case anyone else is nearby. When he sees no one, he takes a step towards you instead and takes a seat next to you. “Not to my knowledge, no. What’s wrong?”

“It’s not-” You take a breath. It’s shaky and you can’t seem to complete the sentence before you curl into yourself again and let a whine.

Wind feels awkward. He can see how tense you are from trying to hold yourself back, and he knows it’s because he’s there. He wants to let it all out and feel better but he’ll awful if he leaves you now.

Wind gathers his courage and maneuvers so that he’s kneeling in front of you. He puts his hand son your shoulder and pushes you upwards. You let him with a saddened but curious expression. There’s more tears on your cheeks and Wind nearly wants to cry from the sight of it alone.

He shoves his way forward and hugs you as hard as he can. It’s quiet between the both of you for a hot minute before Wind dips his head into the crook of your neck. “...It’s ok to cry... I won’t tell anyone.”

It breaks the dam and you hug him back. Not as hard as he’d be willing to let you or as hard as he thinks you want to, but he’ll take it.

His shoulder instantly begins to dampen and he holds you through it.

He doesn’t know what caused this and he doubts you’ll share it with him, but at least he can let you know that he’s there for you.

Four

Four has been walking by your side for a while and he’s been the edge the entire time.

He doesn’t know why he’s so uncomfortable and for a moment he thinks he’s imagining things. You’ve always been a source of comfort and a great conversationalist, there’s rarely a moment of silence when you’re around and it’s something he feels well acquainted with.

But now you’re silent.

Four wants to ask you something, anything, to make sure that you’re ok and that you’re not upset with him. But he doesn’t know where to start or how to not make it awkward.

“Hey.” Four says your name and pulls on your sleeve gently to get your attention. “What’s up? You ok?”

You nod and smile.

It doesn’t reach your eyes.

“You don’t look like you’re ok.” Four gulps and grabs your hand before you can start moving away.

He can see your jaw flex for a second before you shrug and look away from him. you shake him off slightly and begin to walk away. “Stop looking then.”

“No, no, no, you’re not getting away from me that easily. But seriously, what’s wrong?” Four begins to chase after you. “Is there anything I can do to help?”

“It’s nothing Four. I’ll be fine. Drop it.”

Well he doesn’t like that at all.

He only filled with concern and spite and he’s determined to be a decent friend even if it kills him in the end.

“Well... If you ever want to talk about it...” Four trails off and shrugs in return, keeping your pace with ease.

“I don’t think I could if I wanted to.” You mutter to yourself. He’s sure that he wasn’t supposed to hear that but it’s too late.

Four leans over to look at your face through your hair over your eyes. “I’m here if you need me.”

“Thanks Smithy, I know.”

You both continue to walk in silence for moment longer before he sees that your pace is slowing down considerably. You’re beginning to curl in yourself and grip your belt tightly.

Four is concerned even more now and places his hand on your back. He’s at a lost for words at what’s happening to you. You don’t seem to be hurt physically given how long you’ve already been traveling but now he knows he’s right.

Something’s wrong.

“What’s wrong?”

“So much.” You choke up and fall to your knees. Four collapses with you and bring you against his chest. He’s quick to hold you tight as you descend in loud and unrestrained despair. Four can’t get any more words out of you even if your emotions are laid bare for both him and the heavens to witness.

He’s glad that the other’s aren’t around at the moment but someone’s going to come check on you eventually. Whether it’s one of the two pairs behind you or someone turns back to investigate the amount of nose you’re making.

It’s not looking good either way for a lack of audience but Four’s not inclined to rush you. It’s not good to rush these things.

So he lets you cry against him and he run his fingers through your hair, rubbing circles on your back at the same time to try and calm you.

It’s fine. You need a moment.

You’ll get your moment. Four will make sure of it.

If anyone asks, they’ll answer to him and you can avoid people for as long as you need.

#linked universe #linkeduniverse #linked universe x reader

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Hey! I have a really loud and particular laugh that seems to carry quite literally throughout my house and there have been many times people have bought it up with me (I can’t help it my laugh is just loud & contagious!!). Could I request the bros reaction to MC who quite literally is unable to laugh quietly and ends up being heard through the whole of the house? Thank you!🥰

This is so sweet, geez imma get cavities. I also have a very loud laugh and I startle people a lot when I start laughing so I get what you mean!

These HCs are probably written a lot better because suddenly I’m full energy and motivation-

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The Brothers with an MC who has a loud and particular laugh:

Lucifer:

-He’ll never admit it but whenever you start laughing or even smiling, he can’t really stop himself from doing it too

-Like, he looks at you as you start cackling about a funny meme Levi just showed you and he’s holding back a smile-

-Because, even though you have such a loud and some would say ‘obnoxious’ laugh, he thinks you just sound so precious

-He really struggles to show that he’s not affected by you as much as he actually is

-Even if you start laughing at an inappropriate time, he’d likely not even tell you off properly

- Would never say anything of the sort to your face, but he low-key admires you

-He thinks it’s amazing that a simple human like you that has experienced so many horrible things every since they arrived in literal hell, can have the ability to laugh so heartily even now

-If you’re in public and start doing your boisterous laugh, he will keep a stoic expression on his face

-There’s a hint of a blush on his cheeks if you look close enough, though I doubt anyone is crazy enough to point it out

-In private though? Appreciate these moments y’all, because it’s one of the few rare times you’ll see him laugh freely

-Even when he’s around his brothers and trying to keep a straight face, you can see his lips threatening to curve upwards

-Basically, he thinks you’re baby and your laugh makes him feel at ease

Mammon:

-I head canon that he also has a very particular laugh because he gives off those kind of vibes

-He probably doesn’t even notice how loud you are when you start wheezing

-Normally, he’d join in and start laughing with you as the rest of the brothers take out their sound blocking ear muffs for the third time that day

-You two are loud ok?

-Poor Lucifer who not only has insomnia and is a workaholic, he also has two idiots giggling to themselves in the middle of the night

-When I said Mammon is trying to get a laugh out of you any hour of the day

-I mean any hour

-He will wake you up to just hear your voice and then proceed to run out as you start yelling at him

-Even if he were to notice it, the worst reaction you’re gonna get out of him is a bit of teasing

-“Ya sound like you’re dyin’ over there human. You alright?”

-When in reality, he’s even more smitten with you because your laugh is just another one of your amazing qualities

-Mammon does the stupidest shit in front of you to make you and hear you laugh because it warms his heart

-Even if he wouldn’t admit it, to you or to himself

-The only time he ‘doesn’t like’ it when you laugh is if you’re poking fun at him with his brothers

-That gets him all huffy puffy and sad

-For a minute, before he’s thrown himself onto you again

-Greedy for money and greedy for affection of course

Levi:

-ohcrapohcrapohcrapohcrap

-“YOU SOUND JUST LIKE THE MAIN CHARACATER’S LOVE INTEREST FROM THIS NEW ANIME I’M WATCHING! IT’S CALLED: PEOPLE KEEP TELLING ME I’M IN LOVE WITH MY BEST FRIEND BUT I’M ACTUALLY NOT, THOUGH WHOA THEY HAVE SUCH A PRETTY LAUGH!”

-Catch him rambling about it for five minutes straight

-Before stopping abruptly, flushing from head to toe and starting to stutter like he forgot how to speak

-This usually has you laughing again, in a more sympathetic and encouraging way and he just...dies

-He doesn’t like his laugh, at all

-He thinks it sounds really awkward and tense

-So he’s low-key jealous about your rather impulsive laugh because it’s so sweet??? And amazing and cute??? Just like you???

-But at the same time, it’s hard for him to be jealous of it when he loves it so much

-Why do you think he keeps coming to you whenever he finds funny memes or compilations online???

-“I don’t expect a normie like you to understand but look at this.”

-He gets a stupidly cute kick out of knowing that he is the one making you laugh

-I suggest trying not to laugh too much while he’s playing video games because your laugh distracts him so much

-And he will throw his headset at you

-Affectionately of course

Satan:

-He doesn’t give much of a reaction besides a quirked eyebrow and a quiet ‘Oh?’

-Sure, he doesn’t really like it when his brothers are being noisy either because they’re laughing too loudly or because they are fighting gladiator style outside his room

-But you’re the exception

-The only person in that household that could get away with interrupting his reading/work is you

-May come as a surprise to some, but sometimes Satan does get worried for you

-If he hasn’t seen you in a while he might start thinking that something is wrong

-But then he’d hear you laughing from downstairs and he’d smile and think “Eh they’re alright.”

-He thinks your laugh sounds so much more endearing than his own psychotic laugh 🥰🥰🥰

-Will throw one of his precious books at any of his brothers if they make fun of the way you laugh

-Basically, he has the biggest heart eyes for you but he’s too good at hiding it

-Laugh with him whenever something embarrassing happens to Lucifer and he will be so pleased and happy for the rest of the day

Asmo:

-“MC my dear, has anyone mentioned what a wonderfully charming laugh you have? And that says something coming from me.”

-Asmo also has a very noticeable laugh

-Not exactly loud but it could be considered obnoxious (to his brothers) and he giggles all the time when he’s very excited

-Having Asmodeous as your partner is basically the same thing as dating your best friend

-Despite being the Avatar of Lust, your relationship with him is super healthy and even he takes comfort in that

-You’d both be chuckling to yourselves in Majolish or something because this bïtch is hilarious if he wants to be

-“Oh my Lord Diavolo! MC, look! I found the perfect outfit for Mammon!!”

-And it’s a Disney princess dress the size of a fuckn toddler

-You guys laughed so hard you got kicked out >:(

-But you ended up buying that dress for Mammon anyway lmaoo

-Spending too much time with Asmo is similar to the whole “I’m trying to be quiet in class but me and my friend keep laughing every time we look at each other”

-The way both of you have to strain yourselves from full on cackling when Lucifer has a go at either of you 😌

-Except you seriously can’t laugh because you will be ✨murdered✨

-“What do you mEAN YOU DON’T LIKE YOUR LAUGH, YOUR LAUGH IS GORGEOUS! NOT AS GORGEOUS AS MINE OBVIOUSLY BUT IT EASILY COMES IN SECOND!”

-That’s the kind of hype he gives you all day every day

Beel:

-The first time he properly heard you laugh was when you started making puns and you were laughing like crazy at your own jokes (samesies)

-And he just loves seeing you this happy because he gets happy and then he doesn’t even want to eat anymore, he just wants to hug you

-“I like your laugh. Do it again for me?”

-Your heart went doki doki

-It’s common for Beel to make you all flustered without meaning to and then you nervously start laughing again because you feel so awkward

-BUT your face brightens up so much when you start laughing or even smiling and he can’t help himself from complimenting you

-Your joyous and loud chuckles always cheer him up

-To the point where he completely forgets how hungry he is

-Took you a while to figure this one out but his mood sort of changes with yours??

-If you’re visibly sadder than usual, he his morale is also surprisingly low and he starts eating more than usual

-In comparison to when you’re all bubbly and doing that beautiful laugh of yours and he gets like these butterflies in his stomach instead of the usual pangs of pain and hunger

-So now he just wants to hear your voice in general on repeat for the rest of eternity

-Im not crying you are

Belphie:

-“You’re too loud dumbass, I’m tryin’ to nap here.”

-Will deadass throw a pillow at your face if you wake him up

-Like hes so rude and for what?

-He loves you and your annoying as fuck laugh, he really does I promise

-It’s a special, unique part of you and all that sappy crap

-But keep it up and you will have a very cranky boyfriend to deal with for the rest of the month

-He can be such an ass at times if he’s in a bad mood

-“I should tape your mouth shut.”

-“Kinky-“

-“Shut up.”

-But as much as he hates being woken up by somebody else, he would much prefer waking up to your voice rather anyone else’s

-You usually wake him up in the mornings to get ready for RAD and you start giggling every time he pulls a face at you and complains that he doesn’t wanna

-“What are you? An alarm clock?”

-And then he just sort of pulls you to him and goes with a completely straight face:

-“You’re annoying but you can be my alarm clock if you want to.”

-He’s either flirting or is so sleepy he’s being unusually soft hELP

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Thank you for reading! And for all the reblogs and follows. You guys don’t even know how much I appreciate your support. Especially at times when I’m not as motivated to write and now that the fandom has fizzled out a bit.

Also imma have to make a master list soon or something

Al~

#obey me #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor #obey me imagines #obey me leviathan #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me satan #obey me mc #🌸 comfort #⭐️ requests #☂️ demon brothers #💞 protective bois

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